Sebastian Stan Imagines

Sebastian Stan - Mine

A/n: This idea came from a video I watched, I will put the link next to the picture above.

(Credit to the YouTuber.)

Summary: The whole Marvel Cast is doing a press conference, and the interviewer asks the audience who they ship in the cast, and it makes Sebastian angry and jealous.

(No one knows you guys are in a secret relationship, and it drives Seb crazy.)

You. Are. His.

"CHRIS AND Y/N!" The crowd shouts, having you and Chris to start laughing.

"Whaat?" You said. "That doesn't sound right."

"Sounds right to me," Chris said, shrugging.

"Well, I don't know," You said, shifting in your chair uncomfortably. You turned to look at Sebastian, who had his head thrown to the side, his frown face on, looking down at Chris. (The picture above.)

"Well," Chris said. "Y/n, I've been meaning to tell you-"

"Next question," Sebastian said. Chris looked up at Sebastian, to you, then back to the audience.

"Ooo, drama," Robert said, having you roll your eyes.

The Press Conference continued, and you leaned back in your chair, running your fingers through your hair. A nervous habit.

"Well, Chris," The interviewer asked. "Would you like to ask Y/n something before we go?"

You shuddered, biting your bottom lip.

"Y/n," Chris said. "You wanna grab dinner after the conference?"

"I-" You said, starting to shake. Thoughts about Sebastian, and now Chris, ran through your head.

"Y/n, are you okay?" Chris asked.

"Chris," Sebastian said. "She's not okay."

"I'm seeing someone else," You said to Chris, having the crowd gasp. "I should go."

Standing up from your seat, you left the stage, and into the back.

Your security guards led you into the dressing room, and you changed into a baggy shirt, sweatpants, a sideways cap, sunglasses, and your shoes (Can be any shoes you want, I would say Converse, but I think I say that too much in all my books xD)

You poked your head out of the dressing room, and your security guards led you out of the press conference.

"Y/n! Can you tell us who your admirer is?" A paparazzi asked.

"Is it Sebastian Stan?"

"Y/n! Over here!"

"Hey, guys!" Sebastian yelled. "Leave her alone."

He ran up to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder, and leading you out of there.

You both got into the car, your guards driving.

"Sebastian, I-" You were cut off by Sebastian's lips crashing against yours.

"You" kiss "Are" kiss "Mine."

You stared into his cloudy eyes.

"Are you okay?" He asked, his hands cupping your face. You smiled, softly.

"Of course," You said. "Are you?"

Sebastian pulled you into his chest, holding you.

"I definitely think I'm unwell," Sebastian said, having you laugh. "But as long as I have you, I think I'll be okay."