A/n
Heya dudes!
In this imagine, you are the celebrity and Sebastian isn't famous and he's just like the rest of us- he's a fanboy.
This was requested by scarletsxies (although I have changed the plot a little, not that much okay?)
I hope that y'all like it!
Stay Alive!
~Hope

(Ps- it's in Seb's PoV)

(August 2016)
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My hands start to sweat as we take our seats. My heart is beating erratically like everyone else's in the room. In front of us are the sofas where soon Anthony Mackie and Y/n L/n will be sitting. Charles runs his hand through his hair, a sign that he's excited, and lets out a shaky breath. He smiles and me and punches me in the arm for no apparent reason.

"What the hell dude?" I laugh and return the punch. Charles decided to wear his Team Iron Man shirt while i chose to wear my Team Cap shirt. I pull my hair to tighten my small ponytail and I notice Charles watching me. "What's your problem?" I raise an eyebrow. "Why won't you just cut your hair?" He shakes his head. "I like it." I go to continue my reasons for having long hair but I'm interrupted by the roar of the audience as the interviewer/presenter walks on stage. Charles and I turn and clap in excitement.

"Hi guys, I'm Frank! How are you all today? Are you excited?" He join in the chorus of 'good' and 'yes'. "Now, give it up for the two stars of Captain America Civil War," he shouts, "the Winter Soldier and Falcon themselves: Y/n L/n and Anthony Mackie!" He motions to the side of the stage as the two actors enter. My breath lodges in my throat when I see them; Anthony looks cool and stylish while Y/n looks amazing and badass. She has a red plaid shirt under black denim dungarees, angry red Doc Martens and a black beanie. Her hair looks like it hasn't changed from when she was in the film but she looks amazing.

(Try not to faint at my amazing editing skills- contain the emotions)

The pair smile and shake Frank's hand politely before sitting on the grey sofa. Anthony lies back casually while Y/n sits a little bit straighter, well until Anthony nudges her and she relaxes a bit more. They make a few jokes that make us all laugh before they start on the questions.

"So, Y/n," Frank asks, "how have you found playing a character as complicated as the Winter Soldier?" She thinks for a moment before answering. "Well, this has been the third time I have played Becky Barnes so I've sort of got used to it. I had to do a lot of research- but it's not like reading comics and Wikipedia is hard work." Everyone laughs. "And the fans are great, my friends are huge marvel fans and the first thing they said to me when I told them that I had got the part was 'don't ruin Becky.' And I really do listen to the criticisms that fans have and I try and use them to make my performance better." I clap at her answer, like everyone else. She looks around at the crowd and for a moment, our eyes meet. A furious blush warms my face and I smile shyly. I think she smiles back, although it's probably not at me.

"Mackie doesn't need to worry about that sort of thing, he IS Sam Wilson."
"You bet I am, Cookie." Anthony laughs while Y/n blushes and covers her face with her hands. "Did she tell you why we call her Cookie?" Anthony asks Frank who just shakes his head. "Well-"
"Oh god, please don't." Y/n mumbles and proceeds to pull the beanie over her face.

"Anyway, while we were on set, we would have movie nights. One night it was The Purge, another was The Martian and on one night we watched Finding Nemo - because Tom Holland was there and we needed to make sure it was a PG or U." He pauses to chuckle. "Half way through a film one night, Y/n still hadn't shown up and Chris Evans was worried, so we went out to try and find her and we found her in the food trailer, sitting on the counter eating cookies while crying over Star Wars." 

By the end of it everyone is crying with laughter. "I'm sorry but The Force Awakens breaks my soul." Y/n says in defence. "Why do you watch it then?" Anthony is still laughing. "Poe and Finn, duh. They are relationship goals." Everyone around me murmurs in agreement and when it settles the questions continue.

Throughout the panel I think I catch her wink at me and smirk slightly, I'm probably imagining it. Why would Y/n L/n ever do that to me? She's amazing, and I'm just Sebastian.

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The crowd around me is suffocating. So many people all surrounding me, enclosing me. People are pushing and breathing on me and squashing me. I can't breathe. I can't breathe. I don't know where Charles is. I can't see him anywhere. I think that he must of ran after that Klingon cosplayer for their number.

I'm stuck in the toilets and I'm trying to get out but I can't. There are so many people. I know I keep repeating myself but I can't breathe and my chest hurts and my head and my heart is gonna explode and I can't breathe and I can't-

I manage to push myself out of the toilets but I know that I'm about to have a panic attack and I just can't deal with the humiliation of doing it in public.

My mind is clouded with fear and anxiety as I stumble out of a door. It must be to a loading bay or something because it's completely silent apart from the slight breeze making the nearby trees litter their leaves.

I close my eyes and count like I've always done.

"One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten." I stop and breathe.
"Eins. Zwei. Drei. Vier. Fünf. Sechs. Sieben. Acht. Neun. Zehn." Another deep breath.
"Unu. Doi. Trei. Patru. Cinci. Șase. Șapte. Opt. Nouă. Zece."

By now my breathing has calmed down and I trust myself to not completely freak out. I open my eyes and actually take in my surroundings. I sit down on the concrete and put my head against the cold brick wall.

My head snaps to the door when it is slammed open and a woman runs out with her face in her hands. Her shoulders are shaking with violent sobs and her hair has fallen over her face. She walks over to the wall facing me and hiccups into the beanie pressed to her face.

"Ma'am, are you okay?" My voice sounds cracked and scratchy, great- I totally don't sound like a weirdo. She freezes in shock before lifting her face. She stands up and wipes her face and I realise it's Y/n L/n.

"I'm fine thanks. I'm just being silly. I don't want to ruin your day." She weakly smiles at me. A look of recognition flashes across her beautiful features. "You were at the panel earlier weren't you?"

I blush lightly and nod. "I'm a big fan of your work." I smile. "I remember you because you're really cute." She laughs and the blush on my cheeks deepens. "Thanks, you're...you're cute as well." I stammer and look at my hands. Her laugh is musical and magical.

"I suppose you want a selfie, huh?" Her eyes are still tearful so I shake my head. "No it's fine, are you really okay? You can be honest, I won't go blabbing." I promise. She looks conflicted before speaking.

"Some weirdo grabbed me and tried to kiss me as I was walking and I got scared. I'm very good at freaking out." She chuckles sadly. "That's awful, I'm so sorry someone did that to you. Also panicking is one of my very few skills, so don't be embarrassed." She walks over to me and extends her hand and I shake it.

"I'm sure that you have plenty of skills and you're a very kind person ....."
"Sebastian, Sebastian Stan." I answer and her smile grows wider.

"Well Sebastian Stan, will I be seeing you at the autographs or the photo op?" I shake my head sadly and I think her face drops. "Charles and I couldn't afford it. I'm an actor but it doesn't pay well at the moment."

"Is Charles your boyfriend? I think I saw him earlier and you're very cute together." I spot that her smile looks fake- very nearly convincing but I'm the master at fake smiles.

"No we're just best friends, and I'm not really into men." That damn blush makes another appearance.

"Okay Sebastian, well ring this number before you leave the Con and I'll do my best to get you to meet the Marvel gang; meaning Mackie, Evans, Downey, Johansson, Olsen, Hiddles and Hemsworth. Oh, Rudd and Holland as well. You can bring your friend if you want". She whips out a sharpie from nowhere and writes a perfectly written phone number on my hand in her unique handwriting.

"Oh my god. This is too much!" I finally fanboy. "How can I pay you back?" She smirks before leaning to whisper in my ear, "I guess you'll have to take me out on a date, huh?"

And with a peck on the cheek, she turns and leaves, leaving me standing there with my heart hammering in my chest and one helluva story to tell Charles whenever I find that son-of-a-bitch.

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A/n
I really hope that you liked it and I'm sorry if you didn't. Now I need your opinion:
What do you want the next imagine to be:
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3) •Bucky - Stay Alive - Part 2•

4) •Bucky - Haircut•

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•Jefferson Imagine
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It's really up to you. If you have any requests let me know because I wanna hear them!

Stay Alive
~Hope