You woke up with a huge smile on your face. You turned over gently to see Sebastian's calm face.
He usually had his eyebrows unconsciously burrowed in some way but in this moment, his face was still. Content.
He occasionally stirred in his sleep, every once in a while mumbling your name.
You decided to get up and make the two of you some coffee and breakfast. There wasn't much in the fridge, only some bacon and eggs. You got to work with what you had and in no time had two plates full of a fry up.
Just as you were setting the breakfast bar up and watering some flowers and plants, you felt a pair of calloused hands wrap around your waist. "Hey doll." His deepened morning voice rumbled in his throat as he pressed small kisses along your neckline.
"Good morning, prințul meu. I made you some breakfast, so eat up we have a big busy day ahead of us."
(my prince)
"Wait.. when did you learn Romanian?" His face lit up as he heard the language roll off your tongue.
"Oh, you know. I looked some things up this morning on google translate. I was hoping I could impress you with some of the things I learnt." You giggled at his react as he dug into the home made breakfast.
"Well, well, well. You are something else."
After the two of you had finished and cleared away from breakfast, you both ran upstairs to get dressed into some gym clothes and prepare for the day.
You went on your daily run around the city as usual, stopping by central park to admire the early morning light. You ran by Don's gym, although it was not yet open as it was only 7:30am.
After your 5 mile run, you stumbled into your apartment, dripping with sweat as Sebastian jogged over to your little kitchenette in the corner of the little studio apartment.
"You know, I'll never understand how you don't break a sweat after we've just ran the entirety of New York." He just simply giggled at your sass. You headed to your small bathroom and began to run a cold bath.
"And I'll never understand how you can bathe in what's practically ice!" Seb yelled over his shoulder before running up behind you to also clean himself up. "So, good looking. What's the plan for today?" He hummed harmoniously in your ear from behind.
"Well we get dressed into some casual clothes, visit Don at the gym, go shopping and then I have an audition at 4:30, so at that time you shall be free to do your own bidding." As you rambled on while discarding your clothes and climbing into the tub, goose bumps scattering your skin, Sebastian watched from the mirror.
"I-I'll go get us some clothes for today. By the way, what type of audition is it? Just so I know what to dress you in." The last words rolling off his tongue as he winked.
"Oh.. um. It's this new project that Kevin Feige and Scarlett Johansson suggested me for. Some stand alone marvel movie."
"Oooo, fancy. I'll make sure to dress you like the badass you are then." And with that he left the room, his foot steps thundering under the hardwood floor.
Around five minutes later when you had changed from the cold bath to a warm shower, Sebastian has made his way back into the room, accompanied by two handfuls of clothes in his arms.
He slipped behind you in the shower not long after discarding his own clothes, both bathing together, to 'save the planet' as he said for an excuse.
Once the two of you stepped out, you looked upon the smaller pile of clothes, guessing they were yours due to the size difference between the both of you.
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New York's Angel
FanfictionWARNING: this is a mature read with detailed mentions of mature themes and multiple kinks. There are also mentions of anxiety, minor depression and panic attacks. Sebastian Stan x reader After running away from your hometown in England, you move to...