Saw this and couldn't help it. Would prefer if you watch it when the reader does in the story! Thank you and enjoy!!
Here's a Sebastian Stan x Reader inspired by the above real. It's the reader's (Rhea, here. Sorry!?) first ever movie WITH Sebastian Stan, luckily(😮💨). I've scratched my head over this for one hour so it shouldn't be THAT bad. You are warned.
Warnings - Swearing and Sebastian Stan
((ughhh he's so fine I can't)
I absentmindedly scrolled through the explore page on my personal account. A few months ago, I wouldn't have done that while working on set with everyone around me. Why would I? The last thing I needed was anyone catching me with a explore page full of my co-star.
Now, don't get me wrong. That was before I got cast with him, on my very first gig, and we became friends for real. So naturally, I had to stop fangirling over him. Even though actually working with him did not help with that in the slightest.
I had tried to trick my algorithm into thinking I hated him. I disliked ALL the Sebastian Stan posts I had liked— and I'm not exaggerating when I say it took hours— and liked every non-Sebastian thing I could find. It did the trick, kind of. After a good 3 months, Instagram forgot that I was (am?) a Sebastian Stan obsess.
And yet there were a few times some reels dropped by, like now. I usually ignore them or scroll past, but this one caught my eye. The cover said 'Sexy Sebass' with Sebastian in a interview in the background. I couldn't help myself. I clicked on it and the real started playing with no sound and captions.
...
I burst out laughing. Literally. I knew Sebastian got embarrassed and hence annoyed at being called any variation of 'hot' or 'sexy'. I couldn't have imagined him saying that with such a straight face without having already unalived the person.
"What's so funny?" A voice whispered in my ear. I got as startled I could in my laughter haze, instinctively trying to back away from him. I'd already realised halfway that it was just Sebastian messing with me, but I felt a hand around my waist, pulling me back, closer to him where he could see my phone and what made me laugh so hard.
"Oyyy what?" I croak out, still laughing.
"So, what's so funny?" I only half registered the consequences as I extended my phone towards him, the reel being replayed on it trying to hold back my laugh.
As soon as he realized what it was about, I see half annoyance half amusement pass his face. He turned to me, his hand somehow still rested around my waist. "What the fuck do you watch in your free time?" He had a cute smile on, red in the face, trying to hide his embarrassed face.
I was so close to him, I could see the dimples forming on his cheeks, the way his face scrunched up slightly, the slight red across his face and couldn't stop the giggle. Given the laughter attack I was in just twenty seconds ago, I wouldn't say I was surprised as I dissolved into laughter again, but this time his arms around me, holding me upright.
"Shut up." I heard Sebastian mutter slowly, which didn't help except I laughed harder.
"Se-sexy Sexy Sebass?" I managed to grind out.
"I don't want to talk about it."
"Sure you don't."
"Shut up, Ray."
"Now, vanilla ice, that's not a very nice thing to say to someone." God, I should stop laughing.
He groaned, throwing his head back in frustration, subconsciously pulling me closer.
I faltered. Too less air, I knew shooting at higher altitudes was a bad idea. Sebastian recollected himself and looked back at me. His eyes gleeming with something I had never seen with him before.
Closer than ever. Too close.
That stopped my laughing.
We were almost touching everywhere, with his one hand still on my waist, that had gotten higher, and mine awkwardly fitted between us, because the only other spot was his chest.
A small smug smile tugged on his face, eyes flickered with mischief and something else, and holy shit, I tried not to melt on the spot.
"Should I be worried about the fact that you were watching reels from a Sebastian Stan fanpage?"
Fuck.
Dumbfuck.
Dumbfuckingfuck.
D—
"Sebastian, Rhea, it's the next shot! Are you guys ready? "
Talk about saviours. I love you Mack.
"I– uh we should go. I've– uh– I gotta get ready."
I not-so-gratefully pulled myself away from him and rushed towards Mahia, my makeup artist, almost sure that my cheeks were burning red.
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It hadn't occurred to him just how hard it would be to breathe sand. Inhale, exhale, it was all sand. And something liquid and burning in his throat. He couldn't quite understand what it was that made him feel like this, but it forced his breath to become shallow.
He didn't know how long he'd laid there, clutching something in his right hand, lying facedown in the sand. All he knew is that it felt like forever, and it felt like torture. He was freezing, though he didn't know why. The wind wasn't helping. Waves lapped at his feet all the way up to his waist, renewing the feeling of tingling and numbness in his lower body. Something wet, clothy and sticky was clinging to his clothes. There was sand everywhere.
His vision swam. He didn't know where he was. He didn't recognize a thing. His left fingertips could feel but a touch of the water, yet he couldn't flinch away because he felt locked in place, as if covered in cement. He was frozen. Stuck.
By the time the sun began to fall, he heard footsteps. It was hard, but he opened his eyes--no, just one eye. The other was stuck closed with dried sea salt. Immediately, he was hit with bright light, unable to see until he adjusted for a moment. All that entered his vision was more sand, as well as a pair of strange-looking shoes and... a thing.
He didn't know what Thing it was, but it was a Thing, and it was beautiful, and it looked worried. It was yipping, saying something. He didn't know what, but somehow, its voice felt comforting.
Another voice--one that spoke a human language--began to fret, very loudly, in a strange accent. It wasn't bad, but... He'd never heard it before. Or... maybe he had? Somehow it sounded vaguely familiar, as if maybe he'd heard other people speaking like this before, but something within him told him that No, this is the first time you've heard anyone speak... ever.
The owner of the human voice--a human, as it turns out--knelt hastily at his side and began saying other things. Orders, he vaguely recognized, to other Things nearby.
"My boy, please be still--I will turn you over and-- Oshawott, give me a hand, would you? Please--" he pleaded with the Things, which obliged.
The figure turned him over onto his back and suddenly the sun itself glared into his retinas, but he couldn't flinch. He was frozen, shivering but locked in place, breathing, but barely. Something wriggled between his chest and arm, nestling in at his side and resting its elongated snout onto him. The Thing--the warm Thing from before. His focus was locked onto the Thing, which stared at him through squinted, young, sick-with-worry eyes, and from its back he felt warmth. Nearly overbearing warmth, like a cup of cocoa that was too hot, or a fireplace that wanted to help, if only you didn't sit too close.
He couldn't flinch. He was frozen in place. But the warmth was a welcome feeling, even if a bit hot to the touch. The tingling, the stickiness... It only now vaguely occurred to him that ah, he was wet.
Something was pressing down on his chest, then lifting, then pressing down again. In pattern, another Thing was jumping up and down. He heard the sound of someThing flying away. What was it? What were they? These Things? Somehow they felt important... Like...
Ah, like... it was his... mission? Yes, that's right. What was it, again? What was... his Mission?
More chest compressions. His body choked on something--saliva, water... something like that. His chest burned too much and his mind swam too much for him to really register much...
...what was it? "It is well that thou art here..."
"Seek out all Pokémon, and thou shalt find me once more..."
That's right... That was his Mission.
It was... to seek out all Pokémon...
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open: anyone
muse: davi carvalho, bisexual, graphic designer
connection: roommate
unaware of what time it had been when she arrived home that morning, she was more unsure of just how early it was when her roommate decided to make their presence known, and loudly in that regards. "oh, stop! what the fuck?" a groan started to slip from davi's lips, face scrunching up in annoyance. this is what she got for deciding to just crash on the couch because she was far too intoxicated to actually make it to her own room. "seriously, shut up." the feeling of a ruthless headache already making itself known. "why do you have to be so obnoxious?"
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