"This smells delicious." You commented, eyeing the cake Sebastian has begun icing. "Your icing's going to melt."
"That's the point, it's supposed to look like the icings falling off the cake."
"Still. You should wait." You poked his side, and the both of you froze when a squeak emitted from his throat.
"Did you just-"
"No."
"I think you did."
"Well, we both know your hearing is screwed up."
"Sebastian,"
"Y/N?"
"Are you ticklish?"
"N-no." You smirked, slowly walking towards him with your fingers out as he walked away. "You sure?"
"Y/N, don't,"
"Too late!" He ran and you chased, poking his sides when you got close.
"Okay! Okay! I'm ticklish."
"That's what I thought."
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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...
