This is the story of how I died. AKA Sebastian Stan smells REALLY NICE.
While I was on the photo-op line, and the couple in front of me were talking to the volunteer staff, the girl was saying how Sebastian was really great in photo-ops, and that he goes along with your request to the most extent he can possibly give.
I wanted to test this out, but I still wanted to get a hug from him. So, I had a plan.
Once it was my turn, I came up to Sebastian, said hi to him (in such awe tho omg), and asked him “can we take an ‘exaggerated’ hug?”. He made a little quick cute frown, trying to think what exactly what I mean, but it took him just two seconds and then smiled at me.
I thought maybe he wouldn’t do it, so I was just gonna go for the hug, when he FUCKING HELD ME CLOSE TO HIS CHEST, MY FACE JUST BY HIS COLLARBONE. I blanked out for a second or two, just staring at how close I was. My face was practically buried down. LEMME TELL YOU. HE SMELLED REALLY NICE. Then I remembered I’M TAKING A PICTURE WAIT SEBASTIAN. I even felt that he had his hand on my head too, so I had to push my head out just so I could see the camera guy! I couldn’t stop laughing right after the picture was taken. I DIDN’T EVEN KNOW WHAT FACE HE MADE, SO WHEN I GOT THIS PICTURE AT THE TABLE, I BURST OUT LAUGHING.
I SWEAR THIS MAN.