Sebastian Stan and His Character Imagines

the act of loathing// sebastian stan

a sexy little blurb of writing, gaining the courage to release new parts and potentially, a new story! how would we feel about a stranger things imagine book? it would only be of steve, eddie, robin, nancy, jonathan, hopper and joyce. aka the older ones. im over 18 so writing fanfic for children seems sooo uncomfy, even if the actors are my age lol. let me know, ive been working on both stories!! 

please enjoy this spice for the day

with all the love

-author

sebastian never had an issue, getting along with anyone he worked with. he felt dear inspiration and true kindness to every actor, crew member or makeup artist he met. except you, of course. you were his coworker, the actress he was set to work with for another two weeks and five days. not that he would count...

the feeling was mutual of course, your distaste for the actor did not go unnoticed. he never wronged you nor treated you with disrespect, he just was insanely intolerable. his attitude, his outlook and his face just set you off. and he felt the same for you. 

mere words were spoken off set, after the cut was called the two of you would sulk to your trailers and wait for the next awful day of filming with each other. 

and eventually, filming ended, and it was like pure euphoria. no more seeing this monster he had been forced to be alongside, no more snide comments he would have to sputter to you, and no more of your perfect little angry face to see. months went by, rarely thinking of the other and happiness on that front was prevalent. 

"if i had to work with her ever again, i would probably quit acting..." sebastian would complain to his friends frequently. 

"he is so insufferable, i wish you could see what i mean. its like, he's a parasite!" and you did the same with your friends. 

and though seb's friends or yours would never say this to the both of you, they noticed how much the other spoke on their so very horrendous castmate. 

all was well, the two of you still spoke very often of the other but went about with life. that was until seb received the call that the two of you would be doing a two- month long press tour for your movie. his heart dropped, he had swore he would never have to see your face again!

and your reaction was similar. "two months? two months with that intolerable... ugh." 

and yet, here the two of you sat, in the airport... not a word spoken in the past 3 hours you sat. sebastian looked over. "those gummy worms you bought are going to give you a stomach ache.." he muttered. 

you huffed and glared over at him. "thank you, mother. are you so obsessed with me that a comment on what i eat is necessary?" you asked with a hidden smirk. 

"i don't care what you eat or don't eat! i'm just saying, i don't to be uncomfortable on my flight because you're sick." he says defensively, placing his headphones on his ears again. your eyes roll and you lean back into the seat. 

he was right, your stomach turned the whole plane ride, but the gummy bears could not to be blamed much at all. sebastian, made you queasy as well. the plane landed and the two of you went separate ways to the hotel. 

"i don't want any loud music, drinking and no way do i want room service shuffling past my doors." the picky next door neighbor to your room was none other than sebastian stan. 

"well my plans for a brothel will have to wait until later, im afraid. i even set an invitation aside just for you." you say, giggling as you raise your hands to your hips. he rolled his eyes.

"fuck you, l/n." he says clearly.

"you would." you grumble back, glaring up at him. 

and faster than the speed of lightning, seb's hands found your waist pressing you against the frame of your door. frantically, you opened the hotel door and backed in, his hands shoving you in slightly. 

"what's the issue with you hating me l/n?" he had his hands still on your body, his fingertips delicately against the skin 

"im over you treating me like i'm nothing compared to you. you were a big macho superman? so you're better now?" you complained as seb towered over you. 

"my issue is not that you're below me... it's that fucking attitude you have." he whispered lowly, his breath hot on your face. 

"you've seen surface level, and you can't handle that? pathetic, sebastian." you whisper back, furrowing your brows a bit as your eyes meets his.  seb presses your body to the kitchen table that was placed by the front entrance of the room. his hands start to caress your thighs and he finds a solid grip on them.

"i am not pathetic.." he simply replies as his cool eyes scan up and down your body. 

"prove it then.." you say, proposing a challenge. 

with that, sebastian tightened his grasp of your legs and flipped you over so you were stomach down on the table. a small gasp leaves your lips. his fingers trace from your thighs to your ass, up your back until he finds the small metal zipper of the dress. with ease, he rips it off and lets it fall to his feet. sebastian's eyes can't help but to fall victim to your body, to the unwilling trance you certainly placed upon him. 

reluctantly, his eyes pull away and his hands carefully unzip his jeans, letting those too fall at his feet. he rubbed your body and leaned his bare body over your own, his mouth teasing your ear. seb took a small breath. 

"my distaste for you still exists." you whisper, a smirk growing on your face. 

sebastian's hand lightly takes hold of your throat. "oh i'm going to fuck the attitude right out of you..." he whispers in your ear before placing his mouth to yours.