Bucky Barnes & Sebastian Stan Imagines

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Summary: Sebastian saves you from your obsessive ex-boyfriend.

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"Hey, Y/N..." his voice came through the phone with a sadness behind it. "Um... I know that I fucked up... I know that you're done, and you probably hate me, and you don't want me to say this but... I'm sorry. I'm so sorry-" he choked his words out while stifling a sob. "-for... everything. She never meant anything to me-"

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"Hey, it's me again. I just wanted to tell you-"

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"Please call me back-"

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"You still think he's not obsessive?" Sebastian asked from the chair next to my couch.

"I never said that he wasn't," I replied, dropping my phone in my lap.

"You implied it," Chris told me.

"Ant, help me out here, please," I said, looking at Anthony in my kitchen who was making himself a cup of coffee.

"You're on your own, Swords," he told me, sitting back down in his chair. Seb and Chris laughed at my nickname.

"You're never gonna let that go, are you?" I asked him.

"None of us are," Chris laughed. "That was fuckin' hilarious."

"Okay, so I called lightsabers 'glow swords' one time when I was drunk," I threw my hands up in defeat. "Sue me!" Sebastian and Chris both laughed.

"Alright, alright," Anthony said, trying to keep Chris from falling off my couch. "Back on the important subject here."

"There is no way that Sam is the important subject here," I replied quickly. "Besides, I don't want to think about that lying, cheating, son of a bitch ever again."

"Sounds like you're still thinking about him," Sebastian spoke up with a curious smirk and a raised eyebrow.

"Well, you three idiots are the ones making me talk about him," I said. My phone started ringing, so I picked it up out of my lap and looked at the caller ID. "Great, speak of the devil," I answered it. "What?"

"Please don't hang up this time," Sam said quickly. "I want to talk to you."

"About what, Sam?" I asked, annoyed. I stood up and walked to the kitchen for a little more privacy. "How many times do I have to tell you we're done?"

"But Y/N, I told you I'm sorry," Sam replied.

"Sorry doesn't change shit," I spat. "Now quit calling me, asshole."

"I said don't hang up on me, bitch!" Sam yelled through the phone. "I know where you live and I'm not afraid to come over there and-"

"And what? Finish that sentence," I realized my friends could probably hear me, so I lowered my voice. "I'm not afraid of you, Sam."

"You will be."

With that, he hung up. I put my phone on mute and shoved it in my pocket. I sighed, running a shaky hand through my hair, frustrated and nervous. I pulled a glass out of the cabinet and poured myself a glass of whiskey. I downed it faster than I should have and walked back to the lounge, sitting to Chris's left again.

"What'd he want this time?" Anthony asked.

"Was it that bad?" Sebastian asked, probably having either seen or heard me pour myself a drink.

"Same old bullshit," I told them, trying to forget about it. "Movie?"

"The Little Mermaid!" Chris yelled. The rest of us just stared at him. "What? It's a good movie."