challenge [sebastian stan]

34; r e a l - l i f e

"OKAY, SERIOUSLY WHAT are we doing here?" asked mia. they had just entered the high-end theater which was surrounded by so many screaming fans that there were multiple security guards holding them back.

roccio waved to the fans before shutting the main doors behind her and dragging mia to the ticket counter which was made of the shiniest and most elaborate marble roccio had ever seen. she had been to this theater before, and it happened to be with the one person who seemed to be responsible for the weird and exciting night she was experiencing.

she relived the bittersweet memory of spending valentine's day with sebastian at this very theater, where he had taken her to watch deadpool as a surprise. she looked down to the floor and lightly shook her head, before looking back up at roccio.

she was suspicious as she noticed that no one else was inside this theater. she also noticed that fans were already crowded around the theater prior to her visit, so she assumed she'd be seeing more of her friends here. her suspicious were confirmed when she heard roccio tell the box office attendant that they were here for the private screening that had already been payed for.

the star-struck attendant pointed in the direction of the theater room, and before mia could blink, she was already being dragged away by roccio. they hurriedly walked down the dark hallway that led to the even darker theater room. once mia had reached the steps leading up to the seats, roccio pulled her arm to a stop, and gave her a quick hug.

"you're a bad bitch, you got this."

"wait, ro don't leave yet, i still need someone to tell me what the fuck is going on right now!" mia hurriedly exclaimed.

"that's where we come in, zuzu!" a familiar voice said in a sing-song tune. aramia turned to see 6 figures approach her, and her eyes widened. they were wearing deadpool costumes.

"one of you is downey, but who are the other two?" mia immediately asked, and did a once over. "okay, this one is definitely hemmy, no one else has a body like that."

"damn it, mia, i'm right here!" yelled the familiar voice of chris pratt. mia giggled then turned to the shorter deadpool figure to her left.

"this one is scarlett, no one else i know has double d's."

at this point, robert, hemsworth, scarlett, and pratt had taken off their masks. the two remaining figures were staring at mia— one was rubbing his forearm nervously, while the other was whistling and playing with the (surprisingly-realistic) baton. immediately, mia knew who the first one was.

"you're ruffalo, you're the only one who rubs your arm when you're nervous." mia stated bluntly, and he took off his mask to reveal the mop of graying curls underneath.

"my wife also says i need to work on that." he muttered in his soft voice, and there was laughter as hemsworth slapped his back and wrapped his arm around mark.

"ok i give up, i don't know this one. maybe paul? i would say chris, but i don't see that dorito figure."

"oh fuck you, too, mia." an easily-recognizable voice retaliated, and mia's eyes widened.

"holy shit. wait, i swear to god if this—"

"it's me, baby." and he reached up to pull his mask off, only to reveal his weirdly attractive face. "god, this suit smells like old asshole, i'm going to kill sebastian."

immediatly, mia engulfed him in a hug. "fuck, fuck, fuck ryan reynolds i have waited years to meet you. fuck."

"i think you missed a couple fucks there, mia." ryan replied, and a couple of people laughed.

"wow, this shit is blowing up right now, the fans are going crazy." robert turned back to his phone. "thanks for tuning in to mia almost shitting her pants."

robert showed everyone the instagram live, and all mia could see were the constant, tiny, pink hearts popping up in the corner. she then back away and refocused on the nagging issue at hand. "please please tell me what the fuck is going on! i'm like lost."

ryan booped her nose. "for someone as cute as you are, you're really slow."

hemsworth wrapped his large arm around mia. "remember your date with sebastian here? please tell me you do, because i definitely do— he talked my whole ear off that night. i know exactly what you were wearing and what you ordered and how—"

"she gets it, hemmy." scarlett patted him on the back before looking at her watch and noticing the time. "fuck we're so fucking behind schedule. mia, pick a seat and watch this shit again."

"shit?!" everyone ignored ryan.

"oh, shit before i forget! here's something sebby wanted you to have." robert handed her a box wrapped with a pink bow.

mia chose a seat in the middle of the small theater room, and as everyone took their seats around her, and the lights started to dim, she opened the box. a small gasp slipped out as she smiled at the jet black soccer jersey with its matching shorts.

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