One-Shot Fanfic Imagines

34th (SEBASTIAN STAN)

>Reader receives a gift from co-actor Sebastian Stan after wrapping up film production.

WARNINGS: noneee just pure fluff

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There was a faint music playing in the background after the loud laughter died down. Beers and all kinds of refreshments were present, too, even made better with the people cluttering and seated on the round tables inside the room.

You previously starred on a drama film, and production has finally wrapped after six weeks of filming. You were beyond grateful of the project you were involved in, and you had many reasons to be thankful for. That included the crew, the wonderful story of the film itself, you also had the chance to work with one of the high-caliber directors; which is a dream come true as well, and most especially your talented and very professional co-actor, Sebastian Stan.

The first time you heard of him was in Gossip Girl. You never really met him at that point, given you were both worlds apart even though you worked in the same industry for almost the same amount of years. But as Sebastian's career blossomed after gaining the role of an MCU character, so did yours.

Movies after movies, you both finally crossed roads, and worked on a project. Aside from his insane talent and dedication to the craft, you never thought the man was also gifted with a hilarious sense of humor and an itty bit of shyness and awkwardness. You never would've thought about his shyness initially, but the first time you guys met, Sebastian was sitting by the farthest corner of the room, all alone.

But looking at him now, you realized that he was crazy as crazy can be. Your own laughter reverberated at the back of your head, and you didn't noticed how you actually giggled as you sat beside him.

"You do know the joke died minutes ago, right?" He commented, a playful grin on his lips, "Why do you always laugh a little too late?"

You shook your head, laughing some more and in desperate need to bury your thoughts about him, "No. I didn't laugh because of that. It's nothing, really."

"Nah," he pouted, turning his head to one side, "I don't buy that. What is it?"

You kept quiet as Sebastian downed his drink and placed the glass back to the table, turning his body to meet yours right after. He leaned his elbow on top of the leathered seat, pushing the weight of the side of his head against the heel of his opened palm. He bobbed his head to your way, "What is it? Is it a joke? Come on, I love me some jokes."

You laughed, a warm sensation seeping its way to your cheeks. You shook your head fervently, your nose scrunching up as you did so, "None, Seb. I have no jokes for you today, unfortunately speaking."

"Aww," Seb looked at you as he did the duckface, "that's too bad. But guess what? I..." he breathed, sounding a bit excited, "have something for you, anyway."

Little did you know, with each day you guys worked on-cam together, he developed this little and harmless infatuation on you. Well, at least he thought it was little, but everytime he'd throw very corny one-liners and punch lines, he'd discreetly live for your chuckles and giggles, and how your nose crinkles or your pig-like snorts whenever you'd laugh too much at his silly jokes.

He started looking at your way whenever he was sure you wouldn't notice, but you did, though. You always did, and it was hard not to. Even when you both were far away from each other in a crowd-filled room, Sebastian would always find his way next to yours after you'd give him your sweetest smiles, with him already melting on his knees. Just like right now.

"What is that? A paper full of jokes?" You teased, cocking your brow up.

"Ha ha ha," he quipped back, but laughed right off nonetheless, "no, (y/n). But that was close, you almost got me there. But in actuality, would you want a paper full of my jokes? I could do that for you, too-"