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64.Sebastian Stan | MASQUERADE

By : dlwritings | Tumblr

pairing - Sebastian x reader
word count - 2,619
warnings -
summary - The one with the masked mystery man

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You hadn't been to a masquerade ball since your senior year prom. Now you were a successful actress with an Oscar under your belt, and you were headed to the UNICEF Masquerade Ball. You felt like a teenage girl again with how excited you were. You got a gorgeous dress and a pretty gold mask and your stylist did your hair and make-up to absolute perfection. The only thing that wasn't perfect about the night was that you were absolutely and utterly alone. You may've been a Hollywood star, but you were outrageously shy. You didn't have other celebrity friends. In fact, the friends you did have were the ones you went to your last masquerade ball with. No one knew you like they knew you and no one probably ever would. You could grow up and move on to a fancier life, but you couldn't make old friends.

Too bad your old friends couldn't come with you to today's ball.

Nevertheless, you really wanted to go to the ball. It was the perfect chance for you to hide behind a mask and perhaps pretend to be someone else. No, you wouldn't pretend to be another celebrity, but maybe the mask would give you the confidence to pretend to be a better version of yourself. Identities would be hidden at the ball until the stroke of midnight (how Cinderella of them), which gave you exactly two hours to give your best performance yet.

Your driver pulled up to the ball venue and gave you a smile. "Here's your stop Miss (Y/L/N)," he said. "Have fun." You returned his smile, slipped your mask over your face, and stepped out of the car. As soon as you walked up to the red carpet, one of the event coordinators stopped you. He was letting celebrities down the red carpet one-by-one to ensure that no one saw another unmasked. As soon as you were done walking the carpet, you had to put the mask on again before entering the venue. The rules were all very strict but you were grateful for them. You knew the only way you'd survive the night was if you could hide.

But you were determined to have fun.

You walked into the party and marvelled at the gorgeous decorations around you. Music was blasting and people in amazing outfits and masks were dancing and socializing around you. You immediately felt your breath hitch a bit with nerves. Couldn't you just relax for one night?

You made your way to the drinks.

There was a bartender serving up drinks upon request so you ordered a Jack and Coke to ease your nerves. Surely you could find someone to talk to. It should be easy considering no one knew who anyone was. There was no pressure to be anyone except your truest and most raw self.

"It's a bit early to be hiding away at the bar, no?"

You looked over your shoulder as a man in a purple mask made his way over to you. You smiled softly and shrugged. "The fame doesn't push away the anxiety," you said, shocked at your own honesty. Huh, maybe the mask did give you confidence.

The man laughed, "I couldn't agree more. These parties are never something I can get used to."

"Tell me about it," you sighed. "I'd be much more content at home right now with a drink in my hand watching everyone on the red carpet like when I was in high school. Sometimes this all feels like it's a bit much." You shrugged. "But I do love dressing up."

"You do it well, too," the man said. Though you couldn't see his mouth, you could hear a smile in his voice. "You look stunning."

"You don't look too bad yourself," you said. "Though I can't see if the face is as nice as the tux."