Sebastian Stan Imagines

Bucky Barnes - Bitches Broken Hearts

A/n: I'm in a sad stage right now, so most of these stories will be with Y/n and Bucky apart, but with happy endings :) I'm also obsessed with performing so it'll probably be some of that too.

Summary: Bucky broke up with Y/n, thinking he was too dangerous to be with an angel, until she performs again, and he wants her back.

Note: Italic is Bucky watching, regular is the performance.

Credit: Billie Eilish's song, "B!tches broken hearts"

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You walked on stage, your hair in two buns, head down. You wore a white baggy shirt that said "I H8 You", in a spray paint font, with volleyball shorts and platform Converse.

The crowd cheered, jumping up and down, posters in messy handwriting saying things like, "WE LOVE YOU Y/N!"

You smiled at the crowd, sitting down on a stool the stage crew provided you.

"Hey everyone," You said, and the crowd cheered louder. You saw the cameras, recording live, six of them, in the front of the stage. "This is a song about my most recent break-up. If you know the lyrics, you know what to do."

The crowd cheered as the low beat started, and you shifted in your chair.

"You can pretend you don't miss me," You sang with the crowd. "You can pretend you don't care."

"You can pretend you don't miss me," Bucky heard Y/n sing. "You can pretend you don't care."

"STEVE?" Bucky yelled, from the kitchen. "Is that Y/n?"

"Yeah Buck!" Steve yelled back, from the main room. "She said this song is about her most recent break up."

Bucky's heart shattered, as he shuffled into the main room. His eyes opened wider as he saw Y/n, sitting on a stool, singing softly with the crowd.

"All you wanna do is kiss me," You and the crowd sang. "Oh what a shame I'm not there."

Bucky sat down slowly, eyes glued to the TV as he watched his ex on the stage, in front of at least 100,000 people.

"All you wanna do is kiss me," He heard her sing. "Oh what a shame I'm not there." He suddenly ached for her. Her laugh, her smile, having her in his arms. Steve watched as his expression changed.

"What is it you want?" You sang, slowly standing up from the stool and moving across the stage. "You can lie but I know that you're not fine. Every time you talk, it's all 'bout me but you swear that I'm not on your mind."

"Dammit, Y/n," Bucky thought, knowing that she probably heard the conversations of him and Steve, about Bucky saying how much be regretted it. How much Bucky lied to her, saying that she wasn't on his mind. But she's always on her mind.

"You can pretend you don't miss me, you can pretend you don't care. All you wanna do is kiss me. Oh what a shame I'm not there. Everybody knows. You and I are suicide and broken stolen art. Pretty mama sews. Stitches to all your little broken hearts."

Bucky's eyes watered, as he hugged his arms, staring at her. Steve watched his movements, smiling softly. Steve knew Bucky wanted her back. Steve knew she did too. He knew there would be a reunion when she came home.

The concert ended, and Y/n walked off stage, taking the buns out of her hair, shaking her head rapidly to let her hair fall.

"Miss Y/n, you're ride back to the Compound is here," Your security guard, Ross said.

"Thank you, Ross," You said, picking up your backpack of items and walked out of the stadium, as Happy stood at the car.

"Hey Happy," You said.

"Hello, Y/n," He said. "Your concert was amazing. I'm sorry about your breakup."

Y/n smiled, weakly, before getting into the car. She stopped when she saw Bucky. Bucky was sitting on the far corner, eyes and cheeks glistening. He was crying.

Y/n quickly dropped her backpack, then quickly got in the car, and fell into Bucky's arms.

Bucky sobbed into your hair, and you nestled into Bucky's neck.

"I'm so sorry," He sobbed. "I shouldn't have left you. I wish I knew better. I just thought I didn't deserve-" Bucky was cut off by you crashing your lips onto his, and his fingers tangled into your hair. He sobbed onto your lips, and you pulled away.

"You deserve the whole world," You said. "Don't think you are a monster. Because you aren't. You're changing. But Bucky, listen to me. You can't change what people think about you. You can't change what happened in the past. But you can start over."

Bucky stared at you, his eyes piercing through yours. You wiped a tear away with your thumb, smiling at him.

"Will you start over with me?" He whispered. You smiled bigger, kissing him again.

"Of course, Bucky," You said. "Of course."