Sebastian Stan (+ characters) Oneshots

Sebastian Stan x Reader

Your hands were shaking as you walked onto the set of your new movie. You had recently been cast as one of the lead roles in a cliche love story film in which the lead male dreams about a particular girl every night, a girl whom he has no prior knowledge of. He then sees her on the street and realizes that this girl isn't a figment of his imagination. Throughout his dreams, he has fallen in love with her (cliche, right?), but upon getting to know her, he realizes she isn't quite as perfect as his dreams predicted. She's clumsier, quieter, and more awkward than he could've imagined. The story then follows their journey as he falls in love with her again, though this time he was falling in love with a real girl, quirks and all.

This was your first large production in your career, as you had only had experience with small roles in Supernatural (you died in the first five minutes), Arrow (you died again), The Vampire Diaries (you almost died here, but not quite), and a few small commercials here and there. You were finally making your way up the ladder with this movie, but there was one small issue.

Sebastian Stan had been cast as the lead male role. You loved Sebastian Stan. So you were sure that the first few days would be incredibly awkward and embarrassing for yourself. You had already come to terms with that, but it didn't mean you had to enjoy it. You would, however, enjoy the many kissing scenes in the movie. That you were sure of.

Your eyes shifted around the set in search of the Romanian you had grown to obsess over throughout the years, but you couldn't find him. You decided that he was probably already in the meeting room for the first reading of the script, as you should've been. You weren't late, you simply liked to be early for things. If you weren't early, then you were sure to be late.

You arrived at the large wooden door that held the future of your career. You took a deep breath in an attempt to calm your nerves, but it didn't seem to work. Your hands continued to shake and your heart was still beating abnormally quickly. You raised your shaky hand up to the doorknob, twisting it and slowly opening the door. The old door hinges let out a nasty creak as you swung the door open, and you winced as you realized how much attention the noise would draw to yourself. Your (Y/E/C) eyes were cast down to the floor as you entered, but they flickered up as you heard the producer say your name.

"(Y/N)! Welcome! Come, take a seat. Everyone is here now, so we can go ahead and get started early if you'd like," the producer's voice called to you. You looked at him and smiled, nodding your head in a greeting.

"Hello Mr. Jeffery, it's great to see you again. I'd love to get started." You could tell our voice was shaking, and you swallowed nervously as you realized that you had to search the room for your seat. Your eyes swept around the table, and you froze as you not only made contact with stunning blue eyes, but you also realized that the only seat left was next to Mr. Blue Eyes.

Sebastian smiled at you, scooting his chair over and pulling your chair out, and you couldn't help but smile back. You walked around the table carefully, trying your hardest not to trip on any wires that lay askew on the ground. You took your seat next to Sebastian and scooted your chair back under the table, your arm brushing against him as the table was packed with people. You felt your face go red and your eyes stayed locked onto the script in front of you. You could feel his eyes still on you, along with a few other people that weren't whispering to each other about the plans for the movie shoot. The room was silent for a moment, save for the pen scribbling and occasional muttering to a neighbor.

Soon, Sebastian was leaning over and he greeted you quietly. "Hi, I'm Sebastian by the way." His voice seemed a bit different in real life, perhaps better. You looked up, seeing his smiling face a few inches away from your own. He sat back in his chair again to give you space, awaiting your response.