sebastian stan one shots

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"welcome [y/n] [l/n]!!" jimmy fallon announced as you walked out onto the stage. you sat down on the sofa next to his desk and smiled and waved at the audience.
"hello [y/n] it's lovely to have you on the show again" he exclaimed
"it's lovely to be back! thank you for having me" you replied
"so how has life been for you?" he asked
"it's been wonderful jimmy! my work is awesome, i just moved in with my boyfriend and i just became an auntie!" i enthused and the audience awed at the last part
"congratulations! how has living with sebastian been so far?" he continued. living with seb. my boyfriend of a year and a half. wow.
"oh gosh it's only been 3 weeks and i'm fed up with up with him" i joked and the audience laughed
"what possibly could he have done to put you off?" jimmy laughed
"well for starters he is so so stubborn, i love plants and have many plants and when he saw me unpack my many plants he got sad because he didn't have any plants" the audience laughed at my unintentional poem
"so i bought him a plant, as anyone would and i asked him what he would call him and he dubbed him bucky, adorable right?" i asked the audience to which they awed again
"exactly! but he also said bucky was his plant and i wasn't allowed to look after him" i added
"oh no... i dread to think what happened next" jimmy said
"well bucky did not make it to 106" i laughed and so did everyone

a little later in the interview

"so... [y/n] you recently got a new tattoo!" jimmy pried. i buried my face into my hands and shook my head
"oh no oh no" i muttered, everyone laughed at this, suddenly i recomposed myself and shot my head up
"yes, yes i did" i said with confidence, making everyone laugh at my change in behaviour
"so... how drunk were you?" jimmy laughed
"extremely drunk!" i laughed back
"i made a bet with my best friend, whoever throws up first has to get a tattoo of their partners name somewhere on their body" i explained, jimmy looked shocked and amused at the same time
"and i thought, 'oh this will be easy, my liver is strong i can still have a fun night without having to be conscience of throwing up' so i went hard, shots all round, again and again and again, my friend however, decided to play it smart, so she didn't drink an awful lot, not enough to make her throw up" i shook my head knowing what was about to happen
"so it was 3:00am and my liver had given up on me, in the bathroom of the club, spewing everywhere" the audience and jimmy looked horrified, but excited to hear the rest
"we made our way to the nearest tattoo parlour, and i told them what i wanted. now i could've gone with something really elegant, something simplistic yet romantic, his initials in a curly font on my shoulder, a little 'seb' encased in a heart on my wrist, but no, i decided to get 'sebastian stan.' in arial font plastered up my thigh" everyone started dying with laughter, and then they started chanting 'show us show us show us'. I hiked up my dress just enough to reveal the tattoo of my boyfriends name that ran up my thigh.

sebastian stan.

once everyone's laughter had died down a bit jimmy continued with the interview.
"so how did sebastian react? does he like it?" jimmy asked
"ummm... he was pretty mad at first, but like a disappointed, slightly amused mad. and it did take some convincing, but he likes it now, he thinks it's pretty sexy" i laughed
"well that seems like a good place to end tonight! it's been lovely having you! ladies and gentlemen [y/n] [l/n]!!"