One-Shot Fanfic Imagines

3rd (SEBASTIAN STAN)

>You're an actress and you are attending the premiere night of your movie with Sebae, and you guys were stopped for an interview.

>(y/f/c) your fave color
>(y/f/u/f) your fave unhealthy food

WARNING: MENTIONS OF STEAMY (u know what I mean)...STUFF

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"And here we are, with both (y/f/n) and Sebastian themselves," the interviewer in a white blouse stated, after stopping you both politely for an interview. "You look gorgeous tonight, (y/f/n)."

You smiled, touching the surface of your indigo silk gown, feeling the warmth of Sebastian's rough palm on your bare back. "Thank you so much."

"How's the night going so far?" She asked.

"Oh, it's going good," you answered, Sebastian's eyes locked on your face. "The night's going great. Our most beloved fans, mostly Seb's, are here and it's really heartwarming. The support's just on another level."

Sebastian laughed when you said the fans were mostly his, and gave you a slight pinch on your skin. "I have to agree with her. Actually, I don't know what to say. These people are just...extraordinary."

The interviewer nodded, a smile on her face. "So, what are people ought to expect from this movie?"

"It's a heavy drama, so, I guess I'll say...prepare tissues?" He answered.

"Yeah, tissues. Like, alot of them." You agreed to what Seb said, nodding with a twitch on your lips.

"Even if this movie was a heavy drama, you guys had some pretty steamy scenes in it," the interviewer paused as you let out a playful groan, with Seb laughing as you did so. "What was it like filming?"

"If you're gonna ask me," Seb chuckled, his cheeks flushed pink, "I love it. I love...filming it."

It was your turn to laugh, the hardest one you had done yet that night, with your hand closely palming your face. "Someone brought it up again!" You laughed some more, before sporting a look to the man beside you. "Of course you do."

The last line you said was almost like a whisper, but loud enough for Sebastian to hear it and grin like crazy at you. You guys had been casually flirting with each other both on and off set. It had been painfully obvious to the rest of the cast, and also to the people around you.

"It would've been hard if it was with other...someone, I have to be honest. It was easier with this guy right here. I trust him, and that's what made it less awkward than what it really should be."

"You guys really seem to get along so quickly. What made that happen?"

"Seb's humor for me." You responded right off.

"Chemistry. I have to say it's chemistry. I feel like we just fit so well with each other, it's crazy. We talk a lot, and even hang out off the set. She's just my type of person."

You let out an 'aww' while looking at him. He looked back at you, his pair of steel blues catching your breath away, as it always does.

"Related to that, since you said you had been hanging out on duration of the shoot and even after it, I guess it'd be safe to say you've known some facts about each other."

"She eats (y/f/u/f) every morning. She can't live without it." Seb answered, earning a huge laugh from you.

"His really, very bad in the kitchen," you laughed once again, "though I know most people already know that, but when I had the experience first hand, I never imagined it was that bad."

"That's why it's better if I had a woman who knows how to do better business in the kitchen." He ever so casually says, referring to you. He knows well enough how you cook the best food there is.

"Nah, I'm not your type," you countered, busy with laughing him off and not really giving a care to what you say, "he likes women with blonde hair. You know, the model-esque type. That's just not me."

Sebastian paused, his mouth opened slightly in disbelief. The interview was going great, and he knew better that he was being honest to you and to himself.

He looked at you, partly shaking his head. There was a confused look on his face. "What are you saying? No. That's not true."

You shrugged, a little but shaken. You looked at the interviewer, said a small thank you to the people and to her before marching out of Sebastian's side. His eyes were on you as he excused himself after saying a few things to the interviewer. He jogged to keep up to your running-walking, until he was walking beside you.

"What was that, (y/n)?"

You raised your brows, stopping infront of a photographer asking to take a photo of you. You smiled, and gave him a brief look. "What was what?"

"That. Stop lying." He was not entirely mad, but was hella confused. He did not know what wrong did he do or say to make you say those things.

You were his type. And he was frustrated to the bone with you thinking otherwise.

You just shrugged your shoulders the second time, posing for the cameras. He did so, too. Clenching his jaw close, he held the small of your back and pulled you a little too strong into his body. He pivoted his head down that his nose was brushing on the strands of your hair near your ear, and you could feel his hot breath.

"We gotta talk. Just you and me."

And that was enough to make your heart skip a beat.