One-Shot Fanfic Imagines

1st (SEBASTIAN STAN)

>This one is inspired from an HIMYM OST, the song's entitled, Sea green see blue by Jaymay. So, we're changing a few things a bit.

•Seb's eyes are sea green
•The reader's blue

Another note: This is just my own interpretation of the song, and I'm not entirely sure if this is what the artist meant of her masterpiece

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My legs were stiff and aching as I continued to march through the freezing morning streets of New York. It was a big city, not that I haven't been used to it, but something haunts me deep inside as I stare onto different faces passing by me. I never really give much thought to it, and there are days when I couldn't help myself, and when it does, I do. I do think about him alot.

I took a sharp left turn towards the next block, my usual routine since I moved to the city six months ago from Minnesota. I am always aiming to catch the bus every Mondays, like today's date, on my way to work. With earphones plugged to my ears, and music blasting a very familiar beat of drums, I bobbed my head together with the rhythm. I got lost in its universe again. And a pair of sea green eyes fluttered in my head, making me stop from my tracks.

I caught my breath. My chest quaked as I inhaled the chilly air to fill my lungs, but they were no use. It only made way to the pulling sensation in my stomach, dragging all the way to my chest, making it even harder to breath.

Those pair of eyes. Sea green.

I breathe again, taking smaller steps toward the cinema. I felt how my heart pounded in angst, surprise, and longing as I neared the poster, reaching my hand out to touch the cold surface of the glass-framed picture hanging on the brick walls.

It was you.

Tears almost immediately brimmed on the sides of my eyes, the ends of my lips pulling down in itself as I cannot register the emotion I should be feeling first. Should it be longing? Happiness? Finally, I am looking at your dream come true. The testament of your success. The glint behind your smiles. The inspiration behind your crafts and endless stories. That slight twitch of your lips whenever you'd throw your phone up in the air as if you could've had afford to buy a replacement if it comes crashing down the pavement. The call you'd make at twilight, when the world is already asleep, and you'd spontaneously tell me a quote you've read from Neil Gaiman about writing. The reason for your unbridled spark, passion, life, and love toward art. And the same reason why we fell apart.

No. I shook my head from that thought. No.
More like the reason why I chose for us to fall apart.

"How about that? How would you be able to explain a person's sudden jolt of living life? How wonderful could it be if it's written rather than portrayed?"

You hummed under your breath, your lips pursed together in a thin line. There was that knowing grin pasted on your lips, something you would always do that I had grown accustomed to know so well whenever you're caught off guard.

"Of course, I know there are some people who are more visual than reading. But you wanna know what makes books so much special than cinematic motion?" You asked, and I looked into your sea green eyes, awaiting for an answer I know would awaken up my world. "It's spontaneous, but predictable. But then again, it's unpredictable, and the second you know, it's not. A person who have strong desires to live life, when written in a book is so much more. You become that character. In every words written, printed into that leaf, it takes you to another universe. Of pain, of dreams, of joy, of sadness and despair, of vulnerability, and of strength. It's so much beautiful. You feel it as it kicks into your gut. You feel how the character feels, the sudden jolt of living life in your own big concepts and perception, without fear of other people's judgement. You become a whole new person."