One-Shot Fanfic Imagines

31st (SEBASTIAN STAN)

>Reader is an actress and co-actor of actor Sebastian Stan on a press tour. Both have a history together right before starting to work together for a film.

WARNINGS: mentions of sex, doing IT, angst, slight cursing

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You shifted on your chair, the height of it bothering you. But for the most part, it was the man seated next to you. It wasn't like you despise the man, nor he was unpleasant to work with, there was actually nothing wrong with him nor your relationship with him. Maybe it was just over the fact that you never had a closure with happened to both of you six years ago.

A young redhead stepped forward to the mic stand, right after the previous fan thanked the director of your film with Sebastian for answering her question. There was an unmistaken smile on her face, her eyes directly staring at the two of you.

"This question is for (y/n) and Sebastian," Sebastian turned to look at you, and he was greeted by your side profile as you refused to turn to look back at him. You instead focused on the fan and acknowledged her, waiting for her question.

"Are you guys dating?"

"Wow," Sebastian chuckled through the wireless microphone, "that's really...straight to the point. Um, why don't we ask (y/n)?"

You glanced at Sebastian's way, giving him a playful warning look. Well, you guys would have been. If only he wasn't such an idiot. "Hmm, no. We're not. But six years ago...he kinda told me he loved me. And yes, that happened once...on his birthday."

Everyone around was shocked, well, everyone except you and Sebastian. He bit the insides of his cheeks, eyes still glued to you. You looked back at him, the vivid memory becoming clear inside your head, hitting you like a bullet train as you trailed down to memory lane...

-six years ago-

You were inside the hotel suite your friends and you rented for the night. Most of them were out wandering the streets of the city, and here you were, left with the man you had been the closest to for 3 good years.

You instantly clicked right after you were both introduced to each other in a party on St. Patrick's Day. You remembered how you talked endlessly with him for hours, and it lead to him drunk-buying two tickets to a museum you said you always wanted to visit.

You two went to the museum the following week, and it paved way for the perfect moment you really got to know who he was and you to him. He loved how you loved art, and the fact that you were so immersed to it. He found himself telling you stories about Romania, his hometown, and the famous painters and authors that shaped Romanian culture. He even told you about Dracula's castle, and promised to take you there.

Though you never really held on to that promise, since you were both separated because of work, you still found way to keep the communication intact. Sebastian gladly did the same thing. He actually had a lot of new friends over the years, but you remained a special one to him. And he knew you will forever remain that way. As someone he holds dear to his heart.

That day changed everything.

You walked quietly towards his room, assuming Sebastian was tired after you guys partied for New Year's Eve. You had too much to drink, but after taking a cold shower, you sobered up, and now you were hungry. Since he was the only one around, it would be better to ask him what he would like to eat as well. And probably settle for a movie while you guys are at it.

You noticed how the door to his room was ajar, and the sounds of people grunting and moaning was becoming louder and louder as you walked nearer. You somehow knew that what you were about to see in there was going to break your heart, something you never understood why since you were just a friend, but you still did anyway.

And you were right. There he was, sprawled on the bed, buck naked with a woman on top of him. You watched as his eyes were closed, perhaps in pleasure. You felt how tears rolled down to your cheeks, immediately walking backwards and farther from his door. Your heart broke, and since then, you never really had the heart to talk to him.

Nevertheless, he was still the same energetic Sebastian to you. Always inviting you to parties and gatherings with common friends. But you knew better, you had to steer clear of him after that night, so you made up excuses to dodge his every invitation.

This bothered Sebastian, of course. So he decided to take his next action.

It was his birthday, and he had invited you again. You had no choice but to accept his invitation, as he conned his mother to be the one to invite you for it. You remembered how you bought him the anklet you saw at the antique store, and how happy he was with it.

But that was not the only thing you remember so well.

"I have to tell you something," he breathed, looking intently at you. You nodded, anticipating his next words with a small bittersweet smile on your lips.

"I love you, (y/n), I have loved you for so long."

You were taken aback, part of you was happy. But mostly, what you saw that night replayed like a broken tape inside your head.

You gave him that same smile, shaking your head, "Nah, Seb. You'll get over that soon."

Little does he know, you loved him, too. But you were too heartbroken of that one thing he did. Sebastian knew about it 2 years later, and had always regretted it since. If only he could take that night back, he wouldn't have done it.

"Earth to (y/n)," Sebastian's chuckle took you out of your thoughts, "what'd you say to me again after I confessed?"

You let out a fake smile, "That you'll get over it," you paused, "but wait, just so we're clear here, you have, right?"

Sebastian stared at you intensely, his eyes blinking for a couple of times before he forced an open-toothed smile to the audience, "Yes, of course I have. We're friends, after all."

"Can we talk?"

His words made you pause from entering your dressing room. The press tour was done, and you and your team were prepping to leave for your flight back to your home city.

"Yeah, sure. What is it?" You shrugged, turning to him.

"About that, awhile ago," he sighed, "you know how I still feel for you...right?"

"We're friends, Seb, you said it yourself."

He shook his head, walking to you before grasping your hands in his, "I still love you. And I will forever regret what you saw that New Year's Eve. I was young and very stupid. I'm sorry for what I did."

"Seb," you chuckled, taking your hands off of his grasp, and scratched your brow, "you did what every 'young and very stupid' actors do. That was somehow necessary so you'd know what's right and wrong for you at this age. Plus, we were just friends at that time. There's nothing to be sorry of."

"Then why can't you love me, too?" He said, his voice almost sounding like a plea.

You sighed, looking at him. "Because we're just friends. And that hurt, because when it happened, I knew I loved you. And it hurts because after that, I couldn't seem to forgive you for breaking my heart. I couldn't look at you the same way anymore. Maybe because...I also thought I was special to you as you were to me--"

"You are, you really are." He interjected, but you instead chuckled and shook your head.

"No, Sebastian. I am not," you sighed once again, turning away from him to enter your designated room for the tour, "because if I was, you wouldn't have done it."