It was the day you’d been looking forward to for weeks. The mics were hot, the studio was ready, and your nerves were buzzing with excitement—because today, you were interviewing Sebastian Stan. Your podcast had come a long way, known for its honest takes, unfiltered opinions, and witty commentary on movies and real-life events. With a steadily growing listener base and a reputation for keeping things real, you’d landed interviews with big names before—but none had you counting the minutes like this one.

What surprised you most? Sebastian had been the one to reach out.

He’d apparently been a fan of your podcast for a while—admitting in his email that he appreciated your “no BS” takes and your “seriously funny” rants. And now, here he was. Coming to your studio. Because he wanted to talk to you.

You were straightening up your notes, nerves humming beneath your skin, when the door creaked open—and in walked Sebastian Stan, earlier than expected and just as gorgeous in person.

“Hope you don’t mind—I’m early,” he said, flashing that easy grin that could melt steel.

Your stomach flipped like it had just won Olympic gold in gymnastics, but you managed to play it cool. Sort of.

“No, not at all,” you replied, offering a smile as you stepped forward.

He reached out, his hand warm and confident as it met yours. “I’m excited to finally meet you. I’ve actually been listening to your podcast for a while now.”

You blinked, trying not to look too stunned. Sebastian Stan has been listening to your podcast? You already knew that from the email but to here it come from his own mouth was something else.

“Well, I’m extremely flattered,” you said, a small flush rising to your cheeks. “Guess that means you already know how much I love your work… and how I may or may not have a slight obsession with a certain metal-armed assassin.”

Sebastian chuckled, that smooth laugh of his lighting up the room. “Yeah… I’ve noticed. Pretty sure you’ve reviewed everything I’ve ever done. Including that one weird indie movie no one saw.”

“No regrets,” you grinned, grabbing your coffee as the team handed him his. “It had a certain charm.”

You both settled into your seats, headphones on, mics in place. You could feel the familiar adrenaline kick in—but it wasn’t nerves anymore. The banter flowed effortlessly, the chemistry was palpable. Listeners were in for a treat.

About halfway through, you scrolled to a fan-submitted question and smirked. “Alright, here’s one that’s been sent in… a lot. Brace yourself.”

Sebastian arched a brow. “Oh, I’m ready.”

You leaned into the mic with a playful glint in your eyes. “Do you prefer $ex in the morning or the evening?”

There was a beat of silence, and then Sebastian’s mouth curled into a slow, devilish grin. His gaze locked on yours, voice dipping into something that made your spine tingle.

“Every hour—if possible.”

The look he gave you could’ve fried your headphones, and your breath caught before you masked it with a laugh.

“Oh great,” you teased. “Pretty sure you just made half my listener base pass out. I’ll have to post a warning: ‘Hydrate before listening.’”

Sebastian leaned back, still smirking. “That should’ve already been the rule with you running the show.”

And just like that, the air between you crackled just a little more—leaving the perfect place for what could come next.