Sebastian Stan imagines || complete

99: addicted

Request: I have a deep request. Can you make a chapter about where the reader is in the hospital because she overdosed on drugs because of her boyfriend who cheated (not seb) then Sebastian comes and visits the reader because she is a big fan and then the get to know each other and fall in love

*possibly triggering* Just read at your own risk

The tears are stinging, your hands are shaking. The pill bottle rattling is getting louder and louder in your ears as you pop the top off. The sound of them falling out of the bottle into your hand is almost pleasure to your ears.

"To forgetting.." you mumble, throwing the pills into your mouth. You swallow hard, trying to get as many down as possible.

The last thing you hear is a siren, blaring throughout your street, and the fear in your best friend's voice as she tries to make you cough up the pills.

***

Your eyes try to adjust to the bright light in the room.

You groan, your hand flying up to your forehead, trying to relieve the pressure that's building.

"(y/n)?" an unfamiliar voice calls.

The blurryness finally clear, a man comes into focus.

"Who are you?" you ask.

He chuckles. "Well, I thought you would recognize me. Since I was told that you are my biggest fan."

You finally connect the dots, and figure out who is speaking to you. "Is this a dream? This has to be a dream. Sebastian Stan would not be actually talking to me in a... hospital room?"

Sebastian sighs as he sits in the chair next to the bed.

"Why am I here?" you ask. Reality finally hits you. You can tell Sebastian knows from the way his eyes soften at your expression.

"Can you tell me why?" he asks.

"Excuse me?"

Sebastian clears his throat. "Can you tell me why? Why you did it? And I'll tell you why I'm here."

***

You push your way through the crowd, looking for a drink and your boyfriend.

The smell of marijuana hits your senses, and you relish in the scent. You haven't had a hit in a while, and your mouth is tingling for more.

You've been trying to do better, with the drugs. You were born addicted, and your parents almost forced you to do them when you were a teen.

It's been a long time since you've done it on your own. You do them with your boyfriend because you love him. It's your "bonding" time. The way you connect.

You take a good look around you. A group of people in the corner, smoking weed. People at the counter, doing lines of cocaine. Another group with needles in their arms.

You're sick of it.

You want out of it.

But you love your boyfriend.

"Kyle?" you call. You search for him, but have no luck. You make your way upstairs. You knock on the doors, which was your first mistake.

The second, finding your boyfriend. The last room you looked it, and he was there. With another woman. The trail of clothes leading to the bed broke your heart, but seeing him on top of her shattered it.

Your hand covers your mouth, muffling the sob coming from it. You don't say a word, but run back down the stairs, and out the front door.

You have to do something, something to stop the pain.

***

"I wanted it to stop, I couldn't help it..." you cry.

Sebastian sighs. "I'm sorry..."

You shake your head. "You don't have to be. It's my fault. But it's all I've known. I was hoping this time, it would work."

Tears keep sliding down your cheeks, and you don't bother to wipe them off.

The door opens, and in comes someone you thought you'd never see again.

"(y/n)! Baby, are you okay?"

His voice makes you so angry. For him to come in, like nothing happened.

"What are you doing here, Kyle?" your voice comes out like venom, striking at your opponent.

"I can't come see my girlfriend in the hospital?" he chuckles.

Sebastian stands, "Is this him?"

You nod, looking towards the window.

Kyle scoffs. "And who is this?"

"I'm someone you really don't want to mess with. So, leave. She doesn't want you here."

"Are you really going to let this guy talk to me like that, (y/nn)?"

You don't speak. You don't think your voice is strong enough to come out.

"Answer me! God, you're so weak. Pathetic. To let this guy do this for you."

Sebastian pushes him to the wall, getting in his face.

"Listen here. If you ever show your face around here again, I'll kill you. Got it?"

Kyle gulps and nods.

Sebastian lets him go, Kyle's feet hitting the tile floor.

"Get. Out."

He brushes his hands off, like he got them dirty, and walks back over to you.

"You didn't have to do that."

Sebastian shrugs.

"Thank you." you smile. "So, why are you here?"

"I was here, visiting a friend, when I saw your friend screaming at a nurse. She was trying to get the nurse to tell her what room you're in. So I pretended like I was her boyfriend and explained to the nurse that she was just scared." Sebastian chuckles. "And then your friend recognized me. And told me about you."

You giggle. "That sounds like her."

Sebastian smiles at you. "Listen, I loved talking with you. We're very comfortable with each other. And I'd love to see you again.. but not on these terms. I want to help you overcome your addiction. So, give me a call sometime."

You nod. "Thank you again."

***

You sigh, unlocking your apartment door. When you open it, you're surprised to see your living room decorated.

"Happy five years, babe.."

You look over to see Sebastian, your best friend, and your other closest friends.

You smile, a tear sliding down your cheek.

"Five years clean, (y/n)," you best friend runs over and gives you a hug. "I'm so proud of you."

All of the people in the room come over and give you a hug.

"I couldn't have done it without my love, Seb."

He chuckles. "God, I love you. And I'm so proud of you, babygirl."

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-ry

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