Sebastian Stan Imagines

Where's My Love?

Summary: In which Y/n and Sebastian have been best friends since childhood and he marries another woman who isn't her.

Being best friends with Sebastian Stan was the best thing that had ever happened to me.

We were always together and never spent a day without each other. He basically lived at my house!

We would have sleepovers every weekend and we would hang out after school every time. He was the highlight of my life.

Of course throughout the years my feelings for Sebastian changed. I no longer saw him as just my friend. Every time he slept over I felt butterflies. I had realized that I loved him. I didn't want to just be his best friend. I wanted to be more.

After high school, we parted ways but we still kept in contact. He would call me every day after work. We would meet up every time we had a chance.

I felt like maybe he felt the same way I felt about him. Maybe we would be more than just best friends and be together forever.

That fantasy changed when he got engaged.

He changed so much. He isn't the same Sebastian I met in kindergarten. He hides away like a ghost. Only going out in public with her.

He doesn't call or even send me a message.

I have this feeling deep down that he wants to call me. I know he wants to but she doesn't let him, I can feel him trying to reach out to me.

I sit on my couch and turn on the tv to watch the Oscars. My favorite event of the year, because of him.

There he is, his hand intertwined with hers. She kisses him. I watch him closely. He looks different. She changed him.

His ocean eyes now dull. His soft pink lips now rough.

Does she know what we bleed the same?

Seb and I are meant to be. We are the same. I know him too well. That should be me and not her. Tears threaten to spill.

I don't wanna cry but I break that way.

I turn the tv off and go to my bedroom. I lay on my cold sheets. The same sheets he slept on many drunken nights before he met her, oh but where's my love?

Sleeping in someone else's bed.

I close my eyes and dream of him. Trying to search for him high and searching for him low in the night.

•middle of the night•

I jump out of bed as in my dream he ran away from me.

I search for him on my cold sheets. This isn't a dream.

Did he run away? Did he run away? I don't know.

If he ran away, if he ran away come back home. Just come home to me Seb.

Tears spill.

I grab my phone and call the number I used to call every day.

"Hello?" he speaks softly. He was asleep. "Hello?" he speaks again but a bit louder.

"If you're bled, I'll bleed the same," I say into the phone.

"Y/n? It's 12 AM are you drunk?" he asks.

"If you're scared, I'm on my way," I finish with a sob.

He sights.

He hates me.

"Did you run away? Did you run away?"

He stays silent as I can only hear his steady breathing.

"I don't need to know but if you ran away come back home please," I plead.

"Go to sleep Y/n, it's really late."

"Ok," I say while trying not to cry.

He hangs up.

I stand up and walk out to my balcony. I lean against it hoping a heavy draft will push me over the edge.

"Oh, where's my love?"

Inspired by Where's My Love by SYML.