Sebastian Stan and His Character Imagines

Heart Breaker/ Sebastian Stan

(Super short, but I have been SO busy. This is crappy, and hopefully I can get some good stuff up soon. Would you guys be mad if I threw a Loki imagine in?) 

Sebastian's Point of View: 

How could she just sit there and be so.... god damn perfect? I nearly resented her for it. I could never hate her, or even dislike her. Y/N L/N, a woman who most definitely stole my heart. Me, a man who broke her's. Only because I couldn't accept the very fact that she was there for me. The interview was dragging on, and here I was sitting right across from her. Benedict on one side of me, Mackie on the other.

"Boy, your practically drooling." Mackie laughed and whispered in my ear. I squirmed slightly in my seat. Y/N's eyes danced over me slowly. I looked to the interviewer, trying to keep my mind off of her. I wonder what she thought about seeing her ex so close. Probably nothing. 

Your Point of View: 

Sebastian, his ocean eyes. His hair, short probably still soft. I shake my head slightly and watch the interviewer speak. I wish we could have worked out, I would have been way happier today if I could have sat by him, smelled his scent. I shake my head gently again, and look down at my hands. He didn't want me though, and I had to be okay with that eventually. Chris Evans, squeezed my shoulder gently as all stood for a group photo. He was my best friend, and he knew how hurt I was. The photo was taken, and Robert invited us all too dinner. I was worried, but luckily I was placed next to Tom Holland. When I looked up from the red wine though, there he sat right across from me. I froze in fear, but I hid it with a friendly smile to Chadwick who sat next to him. The food was served and I picked at it with my fork. I stood and walked towards the bar, nearly everyone's eyes on me. I order two shots and sit down on a bar stool. I was just going to get a little tipsy, is all. I quickly downed the two shots and ordered another one. I lifted the glass to my mouth before I felt a big hand on my shoulder. 

"Chris, I know alcohol isn't the way to handle it, but I don't know how else I can." I say softly. The bar tender slides two shots over to Chris. I look over at him and its not Chris... it's Seb. The ocean blue eyes looking into mine.  

"Y/N... I need to talk to you." I quickly take the shot and slide the glass back over. I ask for another, not caring. Sebastian takes his shots.

"I was wrong. I shouldn't have left you, I thought the distance wouldn't be good-"

"I love you, and when I told you that.... five hours later. You didn't want to be with me, don't blame the fucking distance Sebastian." I stand and flatten the skirt to my dress. 

"I was wrong. Because when I left for Los Angeles, and you went back to Georgia.... I knew I had fucked up so bad. I knew we could have made it work, it was too late. I understand if you don't wanna give this another try." I close my eyes and run my hand through my hair. A small tear trickles down my cheek.

"You fucked up so bad, we can talk later. I feel like I'm going to be sick, you have my number." I grumble softly and walk towards the table. Chris (Evans) stands and we say goodbye. The press tour wasn't over and we all were staying the same hotel. We'd see each other again.

Sebastian's Point of View: 

It was around 11:30 when Y/N texted me. It was urgent and I could tell she was pissed. 

"I'm standing outside my hotel room, come find me... now please."   I got out of bed and started walking down the hall. I found her, she was wearing a long white button down, nearly to her knees. It was my shirt... I walk towards her and stand in front of her, not a lot of space between us. I look down at her and she opens her hotel room door.  She pulled me in, like she used too do in my apartment. A small smile rests upon my lips as she does so. The room was lighted by a small dim light. Y/N sat on the bed and I did the same. My eyes rested on her's. Before a single word could leave her lip, she smashed her soft lips against mine. My eyes widen, but I didn't stop. The kiss finally broke and she looked down at her hands. 

"Seb, I miss you. If you want, could we maybe... try this whole thing again?" A eager nod from me, and a bright smile that I missed too much. She lets go of me, and crawls to the pillows and pats the right spot next to her. Signalling for me to lay next to her. 

"You better not fuck up again Sebastian." Y/N says softly as she flips the lights off.

"Wouldn't dream of it."