Sebastian Stan Imagines

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[sebastianstanimagines]

How would Seb react to his gf being Pansexual?

First he would be puzzled as he doesn’t recall the meaning of this particular sexuality, but decides to politely ask you to explain. When you do, little anxiety that built up in his chest goes away with an exhale. Sebastian smiles, nods, shrugs, all at once. 

“You do you, you know? It’s a part of you and I love it”

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His face when he finds out your depressed and suicidal?

He sits there in total silence for a longest minute of your life, most likely, thoughts running through his mind on full speed. Analysing your behaviour, he only now notices slightest hints, looking away, nodding, still in silence.

You’re getting nervous. Was telling him all that a mistake? What will he do? Gosh darn, the silence is unbearable. Finally, Seb looks back at you, you can feel his tension, worry and nervousness. 

“Why haven’t we talked about it earlier?”

[sebastianstanimagines]

Chance Encounter

Imagine you encounter Seb in New York

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

One-shot/Chapter: One-shot

Notes/Rating: M, adult situations, language

I was in New York with my hip hop dance troupe for the World Hip Hop Dance Championships. We were performing Starstruck by Lady Gaga. It was all nerves. I found myself on more than one occasion jumping up and down. I went off stage of the venue and put my headphones in my ears and rehearsed our dance. I felt like I was messing up too much so I stopped and went outside in the cool air for a cigarette. “Hey, 15 minutes to show time”. “Thanks, Christine”. I walked in, after shaking my hands vigorously. “You alright?” “Yeah. Just nerves”. She put both her hands on my shoulders. “Look at me. You’re going to do great. We’re going to do great”. I looked up at the ceiling, took in a deep breath and met her gaze. “Okay.” I stood in the front of my troupe, listening as the announcer called us up. “Now or never”. I whispered to myself. I ran out on that stage ready for the performance of my life. We ended up winning the championship so we were celebrating New York City style: getting shit-faced drunk. I still had too many nerves from the entire night so I wasn’t drinking that much. My friends had gone out on the dance floor. How the hell they wanted to dance after that, I’ll never know. Might’ve felt good to dance how you felt and not to a routine. Besides, I was in 4 inch heels and a long red V-cut dress. I was not dancing. I had the shot glass at my lips when my eyes went of their own accord to the left. I saw someone standing at the end of the bar. I took a quick glance as I took the shot. I nearly choked. No. There was no way. There was no way Sebastian Stan was at the end of the bar staring at me. I ordered another shot and took another flitting glance to where I thought he’d been standing. Nothing. Okay. I was seeing things. Major whew. My friends came over to me, almost falling over themselves. They were hammering me to dance. “Guys. No. I’m good.” “Come on! We want to see you dance!” I laughed. “You just did.” “Please!” They played a cruel joke on me before they had come to get me. They asked the DJ to play Pound the Alarm by Nicki Minaj and when I heard that song, I couldn’t help but dance to it like I knew how: like a boss. I had been smart and kept my tights and tank top on underneath my dress. I pulled the dress up in one fluid motion. As I had my arms up to take my head out from the dress, my eyes again went to the left. He was there again! I held his gaze for a second, then turned towards my troupe. The music started and I lost myself in it. After some time, we made our way outside, tripping over each other, laughing hysterically. I still had a beer bottle in my hand. I had my back turned to the door and I wish someone would’ve warned me. My friends suddenly got quiet and were staring behind me, their mouths open. “What?” I furrowed my brows as I brought the bottle to my lips. That was when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I spun around, eyes going wide. I turned to the side quickly, spitting out my beer all over my friend. “Oh, fuck me.” It came out so quick I had no time to censor myself. I saw his eyes jerk for a quick second before he gave one of those knee-softening laughs. I suddenly remembered my friend. I turned to see her wiping herself off, laughing. “I’m so sorry.” “I ain’t even mad. The look on your face was priceless. You know who that is right?” I stared at her, turning my head to look at Sebastian. I barely held down an excited sequel/panicked horror. “That’s Sebastian Stan” pointing my finger in his direction.  She started laughing, and turning to look back at Sebastian, I found him laughing. I felt something irritating my face and realized there must still be beer on my chin. I quickly wiped it off, feeling ridiculous. “We knew you would know who that was. Just wanted to see how drunk you were”. I turned back to them, incredulous. “Did you set this up?” Oh, hell no. We just know how much you like him. It surprised us too when we saw him behind you.” I turned once again back to face Sebastian, my face bright red. “I am so sorry. This is so embarrassing. There we were. Standing in a group. With Sebastian Stan next to me. I just wanted to get out of there. I felt so stupid. This was not how I wanted my first encounter with Sebastian to go. My friends were staring at him. I kept my eyes on them because I couldn’t bear to look at him. “Do you mind if I catch a ride with you?” Was he serious? “Please forgive me if this sounds incredibly rude, but you surely came here with someone? What happened to them?” He looked down, clicked his tongue, then looked back at me, his lip in his teeth. Oh sweet Jesus. Not the lip thing. “Well, you’re here.” My eyes instantly went wide as I looked slowly to my friends. Did I die and go to heaven? Felt like it. My friends all exchanged glances, then looked back to me. “We’ll see you later, Roxi.” I caught myself before I reached out to them. To beg them not to leave me alone with him. The nerves caught up then and mixed with the alcohol, made me feel like I was going to fall. I felt Sebastian’s arm around my shoulder, like he was leaning on a buddy for help after drinking too much. “Did you drive here?” It took me a minute to respond to him. “N-no.” “Good, because you’re not driving now. Where are you staying?” “Casblanca Hotel Times Square”. He sucked in a breath. “Oooh, nice.” “Yeah. The venue put us up nicely.” I said with a smile. He gave a shrill whistle and it seemed like a taxi appeared in seconds. giving the name of my hotel when the driver asked where to. Okay. You got this. He’ll get you to the hotel and it’ll be over. He won’t remember you. The cab ride was quiet He was looking at me as I stared at the window at the city lights. I met his gaze a few times and we shared a smile. I was afraid of saying something stupid. The cab pulled up in front of the hotel. Sebastian got out and ran over to my side of the cab. I had my dress and heels back on and the last thing I needed was to fall flat on my face in front of him. I took his hand and gripped it as I stepped out of the cab. He brought me into his body, a hand at the small of my back. His hand went from where he was holding my hand to lacing his fingers into mine. I looked at him. Face to face. So close. I quickly backed up before I leaned in all the way to kiss him. I turned to start walking in. Sebastian paid the cab and caught up to me. “What room are you?” “204.” “How weird. I’m 203.” “Really?” Panic started to set in again. The damage was done when he had laced his fingers with mine. The things this man did to me. It was criminal, now I was right next door to him?! Sebastian followed me into the elevator. I was really trying hard to keep distance between us. I closed my eyes, rubbing the back of my neck in an effort to focus on something else. I couldn’t decide if I wanted to drink more or pass out. I rolled my head to stretch out my neck, grabbing the metal bar behind me for stability as the elevator began to climb up. When my head was centered, I opened my eyes. Sebastian was right in front of me. I didn’t have any time to react as he grabbed my face with both hands and kissed me hard. My hands white-knuckled the metal bars lining the back of the elevator. Our lips parted with that sound where you knew it was a good kiss. That skin sticking, audible lips parting sound. I let my breath out slowly, eyes closed. I felt his forehead touch mine, his breathing ragged as well. “Why did you do that?” I asked softly, breath shaky.. “Because you looked like you needed it and I wanted to do it the second I saw you. You’re lucky I didn’t lick the beer off your chin.” I nearly choked. I was losing the battle to keep my hands to myself. The elevator door opened again, his arm back around my shoulders. We got to his room first. “Well, it’s been fun. Goodnight.” I said to him, turning to leave. He caught my hand in his. “Stay with me.” My head snapped up to look at him. “Sebastian, I need to get some sleep.” It was such a lame ass excuse, but there was no way Sebastian Stan was asking me to stay the night with him. “Just stay with me, dork.” He said, laughing while he pulled me into his room. Okay. I guess this was happening. I crossed the threshold into his hotel room and felt like I was in a forbidden zone. I was dreaming. There was no possible way this should be real. The alcohol caught up with me, blurring my vision, my hands starting to go numb. Leaning against the wall for support, I looked to Seb who was looking at me, a cute expression on his face. I laughed, my face turning red as I hid my face in my hands. I looked up, jerking a thumb behind me to the bathroom.

“Um…I’m just going to freshen up. Alcohol’s starting to get to me.”

He flashed one of those killer smiles and extended his hand in a “please” motion.

I didn’t close the door all the way when I went into the bathroom. The alcohol was raging full force in me now. I tended to get goofy and confident when I was drunk. I splashed cold water on my face, patting it dry in an effort to bring myself back to reality. I was holding onto the counter encasing the sink for stability when I felt his face in my hair, his warm breath gracing my ear. I straightened, my arm instinctively coming up to wrap around his neck. I let my head fall back onto his shoulder, his lips placing soft kisses along the side of my neck. His hand came to my throat, long velvet fingers cupping it. My knees were weak, shaking as they struggled to hold up my body. I was completely at his mercy. I couldn’t have made him stop even if I wanted him to. I fisted my hand in his hair when he bit my neck, a growl escaping his lips, feeling his cock hardening and twitching into my back. His left hand trailed up the arm I had pulled back to his,head, leaving goosebumps in its wake. He curled his fingers into the hand that was tangled in his hair, pulling it away slowly. He put our arms out in front of us, fiddling with my wedding ring. He pulled my hand to his lips, my ring finger going into his mouth. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the erotic display anymore than I could help the desire to feel that tongue in between my legs. His tongue licked my finger before his teeth grabbed hold of my ring.  perfectly positioning in between his top and lower jaw. He tossed the ring into the sink before moving in front of me, grabbing me and pressing me into him. He backed me up against the wall, my hands above my head, held together at the wrists. His hand was still cupped at my throat. I felt his lips at my ear. “I don’t think you’ll be needing that”, he whispered deeply and huskily.

[wintersldiers-archive]

once upon a time meme → ten characters: jefferson

“You know what the issue is with this world? Everyone wants a magical solution to their problem, and everyone refuses to believe in magic.” 

[mackievanstan]

Sebastian Stan || Tommy Hilfiger 25th Anniversary Celebration (Sept 9, 2010)

[winter-seance]

[sebastiansource]

[sebastianstanimagines]

RESULTS YO

I’m pleased to say, ALL THREE ENTRIES GOT JUST SAME AMOUNT OF VOTES (23-23-23) and as I can’t choose only one I’m glad to say that ALL THREE WRITERS ARE IN! You know what does it mean? ACTUAL IMAGINES ARE ON THEIR WAY! 

Please contact me via ask, not as anonymous! 

[sebastianstanimagines]

VOTING TIME YO

SO i want y’all to vote in my askbox - simply write I, II, III or 1, 2, 3 as it stands for imagines, each one has a number in its title so i think thats clear. 

VOTING STARTS NOW so read all them stuffs and make sure to choose your favourite! also, if you want, write something about the imagine you chose so i’ll know your opinions! & you can vote until the next week until i say so, because as you all know - i am a shitty person when it comes to any kind of terms *awkward, psycho laughing from the distance*

CHOOSE YOUR FAVOURITE!

[sebastianstanimagines]

Awkward Stories III

Maybe it was a silly dream, but you couldn’t help yourself. You sat there at your desk, looking up, staring at the man who was only a few feet away. Sebastian Stan. You knew it was him from the two bodyguards at the corners of the room, but you couldn’t understand why. The man was famous, what was he even doing in a beginners writing class?

Still, you shrugged and forced yourself to look down and scribble some form of comprehensible words. Slowly you found yourself doodling hearts instead of words.

“Uh, excuse me?”

You looked up and your cheeks began to redden. “I-Uh-Y-Yes?” You stammered out, holding your pencil tightly.

His blue eyes stared into yours and he smiled beautifully, tilting his head the way he did in photos. “Do you have an eraser I could borrow? My pencil just ran out.”

You nodded rapidly and turned swiftly to tug your bag onto the desk. Except it was caught on the corner of the table and when you pulled harder, the strap snapped and all your things spilled on the ground with loud clacks and slams. Your whole body sat rigid and you flustered a scarlet red. The entire writing class must have been staring, including the instructor who seemed to have stopped his lesson.

“Oh crap, uh, hold on.” Sebastian’s voice came in and he stood, kneeling down beside you to help you pick up your things. It was already terrible, so when you stood and dropped to the ground with the loud scrape of the chair, you figured you would die at home later that day anyway. Slowly, the instructor went back to talking about the difference between fantasy and fiction.

“I’m Sebastian.” He said, as if you didn’t know who your favorite actor was.

You nodded, biting your lip slightly. “I-I’m Y/N…”

He smiled, “That’s beautiful…” He cleared his throat and finished picking up your things, helping you pack them away. He stopped momentarily and chuckled, “You’re going to con?” He asked, holding up a ticket that had fallen out of your purse. Sure, it was last year’s ticket, but you had already bought this year’s.

“Oh! Um, yeah…” You stammered out, smiling nervously.

“Well uh,” he picked up a pen from your things and a scrap of paper, scribbling something in it. He moved a little faster when he noticed everyone from the class was starting to leave. “Here.”

You took the paper and internally squealed. It was his phone number. “I-”

“Call me when you get there, I’ll get you a backstage pass or whatever they’re called. Kind of an apology for making you drop your things.” He smiled and helped you to your feet, handing you your bag.

“O-Okay! I will!”

“Sir?” One of the suited men came up to his side.

Sebastian nodded, “I gotta go. See you next class, Y/N?”

You nodded, clutching onto your bag. He flashed you a bright smile and turned, grabbing his own things. When he glanced at you one last time before he stepped through the door, you blushed and couldn’t help a laugh. You just met Sebastian Stan, he gave you his number, and he wanted to see you again. You would have to thank your best friend later for insisting on this writing class.

[sebastianstanimagines]

A) your blog is fantastic 10/10 B) do you know why Sebastian decided it was a brilliant idea to be pretty and make the lives of the rest of us difficult?

a) fangirling like a 10-year old noises, thank you so much im gonna cry even if im a shitty person to run this blog, from this place i apologize to everyone, trulyb) …well the only thing that comes to my mind is that he is selfish… BUT ACTUALLY HE CAN BE A KIND, NICE PERSON AND HE BLESSED US WITH HIMSELF AMEN

[sebastianstanimagines]

Awkward Meeting II

You were walking down the streets near WizardWorld in Philadelphia. You had wanted to go, but you didn’t have the money to buy a ticket. The only reason you wanted to go was because Sebastian Stan was going to be there. You had adored the actor so much for his roles in movies and TV shows. He was basically your idol. You roamed around the convention building, and the sun was starting to set slowly. You were getting anxious, because even if you didn’t have a pass to get in, you were hoping that he’d come out to meet the people who couldn’t get in. You kicked a few rocks around, sighing sadly. It was starting to get late, and Sebastian had probably left by now. You looked at the sun sinking as the moon began to rise. The evening was just about to start, and you decided it would be a good time to start walking home. You stared at your feet as you walked down the sidewalk, not paying attention to what was in front of you. Your (h/c) locks flew behind your ears, due to the wind which was gradually getting stronger. You saw a pair of shoes walking up towards you, and you accidentally bumped into them. You mumbled a silent ‘sorry’ under your breath, when you heard a voice that was extremely familiar respond. “No no, it’s okay! It was my fault. I wasn’t watching where I was going.”  You glanced up to take a look at who was in front of you. You swore you could’ve screamed. It was the one and only; Sebastian Stan. You scratched your neck nervously, chuckling a bit. “Sorry.” and he shook his head, flashing his signature smile at you.  “Did you go to WizardWorld?” Sebastian questioned, tilting his head to the side. You shrugged, “I wish I went.” and he frowned.  “How could a pretty girl like you not go?” he complimented, and you blushed furiously. His blue pools of color illuminated the dark street, and he awkwardly grabbed your hand.  “What’s your name? Mine’s Sebastian.” you were inwardly fangirling over him grabbing your hand, but you had to keep calm. Try to make small talk with him, if you screamed, everyone would be crowding around him.  “Mine’s (Name).” you nodded, smiling shyly at the Romanian. He was so beautiful and extremely charming too. You couldn’t believe you ran into him. It was so unexpected and quite awkward too. “That’s a very pretty name. Say, how would you like to go out sometime? You’re extremely wonderful.” he looked you up and down, and you started to tremble. You had just ran into him, and he asked you out out of nowhere! You were panicking and didn’t know what to say. He handed you a piece of paper with his number on it. “Call me, (Name). How long will you be in town?” he inquired, and you giggled. “I live here.”  “Really? I’m leaving in two more days, so we have to go out like right now!” you admired his attitude. He was sort of a ‘let’s go out now’ kind of guy. But you have never seen him act like this before. You took his hand, and blushed a tiny blush, as the two of you walked together down the street to a nearby restaurant. 

[sebastianstanimagines]

Awkward meeting I

Awkward Meeting

This wasn’t the first time I’d ever been to LA, but no matter how many times I visited my cousins, I never failed to get lost without them with me. I’d just passed a pretty posh looking coffee shop, before deciding I may as well stop in for a cup and to regroup. I hadn’t been gone that long, but I suppose I should ask for directions. I wasn’t even completely sure where I wanted to go. It was nice visiting a bigger city. I was from a smaller town. I swear it was like everyone knew everyone, and you could do one thing in the morning and by mid afternoon, everyone knew. So, it was a nice sort of anonymity being in the city. There was no need to hold up a reputation because no one knew me, and I didn’t know anyone. I sighed, looking over the menu of drinks I could barely pronounce. It took me a while before deciding what I wanted, letting a few people go ahead of me. I eventually made my way up to the counter, ordering a hazelnut espresso drink, iced. It was worth a try even though I didn’t usually like hazelnut unless it was Nutella. As I turned away from the counter to wait for my drink, I bumped into what felt like a brick wall. I stumbled back slightly, apologizing profusely. “I am so sorry. I wasn’t really paying attention!” I stated quickly before looking up at the man I’d run into. The long hair, scruff and blue eyes were immediately recognizable. I just bumped into Sebastian Stan. “No, its totally okay. Are you alright? You did bump into me kinda hard…” He asked, moving aside so he wouldn’t hold up the line. “Yeah, yeah. No. I’m fine. Thank you.” I stated quickly, panicking slightly. I’d only ever met a few celebrities at comic con before and I had never literally ran into one just on accident. I turned back towards the counter when I heard my name called and hurried to get my drink, and leave. It seemed like the best thing that happened was that I hadn’t had a drink in my hand when I bumped into him the first time. That wasn’t to say that as I was walking out, focusing on my phone I wouldn’t bump into him again. No, the second time was much worse because my drink spilled over the front of his dark grey t-shirt. I was mortified this time, grabbing a handful of napkins, patting them against his chest before letting him just take them. “Oh. My. God. I am so so so so sorry. I wasn’t paying attention. I…I’m sorry.” I rattled out nervously. This was the absolute worst way to meet a celebrity, especially one I greatly admired. He let out a huff of a sigh before shrugging. “It’s fine. Just..don’t worry about it. It’s just a shirt, right?” He let out a small laugh with an accompanying smirk. “Yeah. Just a shirt. Still…I’m sorry. I, uh, my cousins are picking me up. Uh….bye.” I stated before slipping past him and out of the doors. That was horrible. Probably the only time I’d ever meet Sebastian Stan, and I spilled ice cold coffee on him. I nearly started crying as I walked down the street and I hardly really knew why. It wasn’t that big of a deal, was it? It just seemed like any of my friends who had met celebrities had had such good experiences and here was mine.

[curseofhatred]

“you’re so thirsty for sebastian stan" 

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