I Just Want To Take Another Look (Bucky x Reader Rock Star AU)

3:BREAK DOWN

 You kicked Bucky's leg to wake him up. "I thought of a million things to say to you on the plane but now I can't think of a single thing." Your tone was as serious as it could be.

"Looks like you found your way to Louisiana after all." Bucky gave you a dorkie smile.

You shook your head. "Bucky next time I won't come save you, you'll have to clean up your own mess." You tell him. "You understand me?"

He nodded. "How was the show?"

"Fucking amazing, I wish you were there." You told him.

You ate lunch with Sam's family. "Damn your doin' great kid." Sam gave you a toothy smile.

"Thanks Sam." You smiled back at him, he noticed Bucky in the kitchen looking for something, he held up a finger and went to help his friend.

"Do you have a ring or somethin'?" Bucky asked, looking around.

"Uh, not a ring but I'm sure we can figure something out." Sam helped him look as you talked to Sam's nephews and sister. Bucky came in and sat next to you, as he slid a ring made of a guitar string onto your finger, you looked down and then up at Bucky.

"Are you kidding me?" You asked, then one of Sam's nephews stole it and slid it on his finger. "Oh, it's his now." You say jokingly.

Bucky laughed. "It's only temporary."

"Hey now Barnes, no, let's get you married today." Sam said.

You're eyes popped out of your head for a second. "What?'

"Y/n what do you say about it?" Bucky smiled.

"I can call my cousin right now." Sam told both of you, and Shara offered to take you to get a dress.

"Yeh let's do this." You smiled.

Sam walked you down the aisle, his cousin with Bucky stood at the end of the aisle. If this wasn't your wedding you wouldn't want it for the world. It was rushed but beautiful as it could be.

You all went clubbing that night to celebrate, you and Bucky danced together, then he excused himself half way through the night, Sam followed him. "What are you doing man, Y/n came here, married you, and saved your ass basically why are you doing this to yourself."

While you were waiting for Bucky, you were asked to sing which you gladly did. "This song is dedicated to my wonderful husband Bucky."

Bucky put the needle in his vein just as you had started to sing. "Sam come on, I-I'm fine." The men walked out of the bathroom. They watched you sing your heart out for the very man who just left you to shoot up in the bathroom.

A few months later in Manhattan you, Peter, Brock and Bucky all sat in a hotel room, that night you were going to perform on SNL. Peter called the girls back home. They were so happy to see you even if it was through the phone. "Who's idea was the hair?" Bucky asked Brock.

"Hers actually." Bucky knew the words were bull shit you wouldn't just choose to dye your hair.

You came out moments later, wiping tears from your eyes. "You look fucking amazing." Bucky said out loud you smiled shyly.

"Y/n there are people waiting for you down stairs." Brock said to you.

"Hold on, I wanna talk to her outside." Bucky led you out onto a balcony, he showed you the billboard of yourself. "It doesn't do you any justice." He whispers.

You smiled sadly. "Bucky, are you and the guys alright?" You asked.

He nodded. "Yeah we're just taking a break, don't worry about me Y/n, just know I love you so fucking much." He kissed your nose. "Y/n you just need to be truthful while they're listening because they wont be for much longer so grab em' by the balls and make em' listen." You laughed.

That night you were on the stage of SNL doing the performance of the evening, Bucky watched as you danced on the stage, he was holding a bottle of whisky, then Steve came up behind him. "The caterpillar became a butterfly." Steve said.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Bucky asked.

"Got a small thing goin' for myself." Steve answered truthfully. "What have you been doing?"

"Well you know just hanging around with my wife." He nodded to you up on the stage.

Steve looked to the floor. "I wanted to make sure she was really happy that's why I came here, listen Bucky if you ever run into trouble, call me." Your performance ended.

Bucky had gone back into the studio with you to do a single a few days later, then he decided to work on his own thing in a side room for a minute, it was his truth about his love for you.

You were doing a photoshoot for promotion for your album, when Brock came in. "Y/n you look amazing, and I've got great news, look, you've just been nominated for three Grammys, one of them being best new artist."

"You better not be fucking joking." You said with excitement tears of joy filled your vision, you hugged Brock but you wanted to celebrate with Bucky.

You got home and found him laid face first on the floor. "Your shitting me right now you're fucked up?" You asked.

"I love you!" He called out.

You took a bath and Bucky came in. "You got nominated for three Grammys that fucking great, we're both nominated for best performance." You could tell he'd sober up from how you found him earlier.

You nodded, not knowing until now about the one category you both fell into. "Ummh how did you find that out?"

"From Steve, and it fucking amazing but i'm tryin' to figure out how." He said.

You looked at him. "Excuse me? What are you saying you don't like my songs?"

"I'll come around." Bucky said.

You shook your head. "W-what is it?"

"I can't listen to it over and over-" He took a drink of your vodka.

You rolled your eyes. "Yeah, keep drinking."

"I dunno maybe I just fucking failed you." He mumbled.

You looked at him incredulously. "Excuse me, you failed me?"

"Yeah your embarrassing and it-"

You sat up at this point. "I'm embarrassing you're the one who's fucking embarrassing, getting fucking piss drunk at the studio, you're so embarrass of your fucking self that you gotta put me down."

"I've been telling you that you're enough and you wont fucking listen, why cant I just be enough?" He asked.

"You know what I want I want my fucking boyfriend, no you know what my fucking husband to love me." You held up your wedding ring.

"Yeah who's your fucking boyfriend Brock?" He was accused.

"Fuck you Bucky."

"That hurts calling me your fucking boyfriend." He told him.

"You want me to be your sister, your drinking buddy." You made fun.

Bucky got offended again. "You couldn't be my sister if you fucking tried because she had more talent in her fucking pinky than you do your whole body."

"Why don't we have another drink and you know what fucking add some coke too." You fought back.

"Your just fucking annoying."

"I'm what? Get the fuck out get out!" You yelled, Bucky left shortly after.