So, what. You had a tumblr. Yes, you were Sebastian Stan's girlfriend, Yes, you were purposely taking really amazing off-guard pictures of him to post for his fans, and overall they still haven't guessed it's you.
They have their suspicions, because some are of him mid-sebtence, sleeping or shirtless, so they've narrowed it down to you or a stalker fan.
"Y/N, what's tumblr?" You froze, staring at his face, trying to figure out if he was seriously asking.
"Y/N?" You then began to giggle, kissing his cheek and walking away. "Wait, you didn't answer my question!" He followed you up the stairs to your bedroom, to which he softly tackled you to the bed.
"Tell meeeeee." You shook your head, pretending to zip your lips. "Seb, you're such a cinnamon roll."
He cocked his head. "You stick and you smell good." He burst out laughing, burying his head in your neck, and pinching your sides.
"You can thank tumblr for that!" You squealed, now giggling also. "Well, I would if I knew what it was.."
"Not telling you, CinnaSeb."
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Sebastian Stan imagines!
FanfictionSo. Sebastian Stan. This Romanian Cinnamon roll has basically kinda ruined my life. I mean...You know you're in deep when people say "You got a buck or two?" And all you think is: "Don't scream don't scream." Anyway. This book is an imagine book f...
