Sebastian Smythe Imagines

Voulez-Vous Coucher Avec Moi

y / n is on a holiday to France where they bump into Sebastian and his family (because they regularly go there on holiday) they run into him and spills coffee. While struggling with their French (because they do not speak very good french) they reach for the only phrase they definitely know, from the one and only song, Lady Marmalade

You would have thought a family holiday to France would have been nice. Relaxing even. A few days away from the mess of High School, Glee Clubs and Suburban Ohio. 

But no. Not for you. Not the way it ended up.

In fact, the holiday started off great. It started off like any normal holiday in Paris. Sipping coffee by the Eiffel Tower, walking through the artwork of the Louvre museum, visiting Notre Dame Cathedral.

But the place you found yourself when the whole holiday seemed to get weird was down by the Seine River.

You had a couple of shopping bags on your left arm, some of clothes, some of pastries, your left hand was clutching a cup of coffee. In your right hand you were frantically tapping your phone. Who would have known the service would be so bad there. 

As you walked you tried to Google the best route to walk from the Seine back to the Eiffel tower where you were supposed to meet your family in half an hour.

In retrospect, not the best idea.

You felt yourself collide with something. You hoped it was a wall, or at least a lamp post because you had definitely just spilled coffee all over it.

"Merde." You heard.

...Definitely not a wall...shit...

You turned around to see a boy probably about your age, absolutely covered in your coffee. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry, oh shit, I'm so sorry."

Then you had a though...this person was probably French. What if they had no idea what you were saying...

So you started racking your brain to think of something to say. But clearly, panicking y/n was not very good at thinking on their feet, so you just said the first French phrase that came to your head. "um...voulez-vous coucher avec moi...?" ...from the song? Really Y/N? You thought.

You had no idea what you just said...but seeing the look on the boy's face informed you that it definitely did not have the effect you were intending.

But to your surprise, the boy started laughing. "Americans." He said.

"Hey!" You exclaimed "You sound American too!"

He quickly handed you back your now-empty coffee cup "No, I live in Westerville...Ohio, but I did grow up here. Whereas you..." He looked at you again "Clearly did not."

"No, um, I'm from Ohio too. Born and raised in Lima." 

"Thats not to far from where I live." He stuck out his hand for you to shake "Sebastian."

"Y/N." You smiled. There was a moment of comfortable silence before you looked at the time on your phone "I guess I have to be going. My parents will probably be getting worried by now but...do you think I could get your number?"

He smiled softly before grabbing a pen from his pocket and writing his phone number on your arm. "Give me a call, Y/N from Lima...and maybe when we get back I will take you up on your offer."

"...what offer..." You asked, confused.

Sebastian shook his head and smiled, laughing silently. "You said 'voulez-vous coucher avec moi'." You stared at him blankly "Y/N! You asked me to sleep with you!"

"Oh my god." You said, mortified. "I knew my French was bad but wow."

"At least take me out first." Sebastian said "The Lima Bean. Monday after school in two weeks. Then we will see what happens." 

You nodded as he waved and turned to walk away.

That boy would be the death of you. Sebastian from Westerville Ohio. 

A/N: This is inspired by me, and the fact that this was indeed the first French phrase I ever knew, because when I was younger I used to love to dance to this song. 11 years of French lessons later and here I am, age 16 preparing to sit my French GCSE