Sebastian Stan Imagines

Sebastian Stan - Jealousy, Jealousy

Summary: When your husband, Sebastian Stan, does a photoshoot with fans, you get jealous when he kissed one of the fans head and stroked her hair like what he does to you.

Warning: Fluff <3

You watched as Sebastian did his photoshoot with fans. Everything was going well.

The fans met him, had a short conversation with him, and then took a picture.

One fan with long, curly brown hair, white crop top, black sweatpants, and white high tops showed up, she was crying.

You wanted to roll your eyes.

She fell into Sebastian's arms, and Sebastian stroked her hair, and placed a kiss on the top of her hair.

You tilted your head, puckering your lips into a frown and turning on your heels to walk away.

"Y/n!" You heard, and you turned back around to see Sebastian. "Where are you going?"

"I don't feel good!" You lied, calling back to him. "I'm gonna go get food."

One thing about being married to Sebastian, is he knows when people lie.

"We're gonna talk later," He said, and you shook your head, walking back to your car.

Honestly, being jealous about two little things Sebastian did is selfish, but I guess it was that time of month.

You wanted Sebastian all to yourself.

But being famous, it would be hard to keep that.

You drove home, parking and getting into the house.

You collapsed onto the huge couch Mackie liked to pretend he knew, and pulled a blanket over yourself.

You snuggled into the cushions, and 30 minutes later, you heard the door open and close.

"Y/n?" Sebastian said.

"I'm here," You grumbled.

You heard the sound of feet shuffling, and Sebastian appeared in front of you.

He kneeled down to be eye level, and he cupped your chin.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

You shook your head.

Sebastian sighed, climbing onto the couch on top of you.

"SEBASTIAN!" You yelled. "You're crushing me!"

"I will get off when you tell me what's wrong," He said.

"Nope!" You said.

"Then I guess I'm staying here!" Sebastian said, snaking his arms under your waist and kissing the back of your head.

"Don't kiss me on the back of my head," You said. "It's reserved for fans."

Sebastian didn't answer for awhile.

"So this is what it's about?" Sebastian said. "You're jealous?"

It was your turn to not answer.

Sebastian slowly moved his fingers through your hair, and you winced, the memory of him doing the same thing to the fan flooding through your head.

Sebastian slowly kissed your head again.

"You know no one can replace you," He said. "I want you all to myself. I don't want anyone else, except you. Okay?"

You nodded.

You moved your face so you could see him, and you kissed his lips.

"Love you," You said.

"I love you too," He said. "I'm all yours."