Sebastian Stan ✖️Oneshots✖️

I'm On My Way Home: {Sebastian Stan}

A/n: Hey dudes! Sorry I've been gone, life's been so freaking crazy lately but I'm going to try to write more now that the holidays are over 😁 I will be doing a little recap of 2018 so be on the lookout for that ☺️ any who, this one shot is going to be a chill, fluffy romance type and I hope you enjoy!
Peace ✌🏻

Paring : Sebastian Stan x Reader - Sebastian and the Reader grew up together on the same street, Palm Blvd in New York. The reader has always had a crush on Sebastian but they've been best friends since forever so she never told him because she never wanted to ruin things, meanwhile Sebastian felt the same way all along. The reader turns 19 and goes off to California to chase her dreams in becoming an actress and succeeds! After almost a decade of hard work she finally comes back home for a much needed reunion.

Side note: (Just my idea, not probable facts 😉 I was super tired when I wrote this so I'm sorry if it doesn't make sense 😂)

Song inspiration~
Palm Blvd by Jake Miller~ 🎧🎶

Warnings: Flufffffff ❤️, mentions of alcohol use, slight depression/self worth, cursing, lots of flash backs, a bit of angst, a pinch of smut 😏, might be a few typos or run-on sentences.

(S/n) = Siblings name
(B/s) = Brother or sister

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(Y/n)'s Pov-

Life growing up in New York was the best part of my existence, period. I absolutely loved my childhood and I was damn lucky to have had such a great one. I was pretty young, maybe around 7 or 8, when we moved in and the first thing I remember is seeing the Palm Blvd sign right as my family and I turned into the street of our new home.

My mom, dad, little (b/s), and I were so excited to be starting fresh in a new place. I don't really remember anything before New York which is kind of weird to say the least but it's the truth. The next thing I truly remember is how I met my best friend, Sebastian.

*Flashback*
My dad had just unlocked the door to our home and my mom was taking (s/n) inside for a bath, we had been living here a week already so I knew my curfew was inside before the street lights came on. We had just come home from dinner but I wanted to stay out and play on the swing set in our little neighborhood park, mom and dad could see me from the windows so they said I could go.

Over at the swings I vividly remember the wind blowing through my hair and the brightly colored sunset giving me a perfect picture in my head of what it would be like to fly. I was so caught up in daydreaming I didn't hear another person walk up and get on the swings until I heard someone speak. I looked to my right and seen a boy, a little older than me but not by much, sitting beside me and smiling. "What did you say?" I asked curiously with a confused look on my face. "Frumos. It means beautiful" he said happily, I giggled as I looked at him some more. I noticed he had fluffy brown hair and blue eyes that resembled the sky, making me feel comfortable and safe for some reason. "Why do you say it like that?" I asked curiously "Well, my family is from Romania. It's my language." He explained "But I can understand you, am I Roman too?" I asked with a slight frown making the boy laugh "Not that I know of but it's not Roman, it's Romanian. Kind of the same but way different too" he smiled making me smile again.

"Say another word, please?" I said happily and he nodded "fată. That means girl. And băiat means boy." I tried to say them but failed making us both laugh. "I'm Sebastian, what's your name? I don't think I've seen you before." He asked after our fit of giggles was over. "I'm (Y/n), we just moved in over there." I said while pointing to our house. He looked and smiled "Well (Y/n), wanna be friends?" He asked and that's how it started.