Sebastian Stan Imagines

- Is this allowed? (AU) -

Modern, Single Dad!Sebastian

Warnings: Age gap.

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"Ahhh no!" You screamed before making a bleh sound and slowly dropping to the floor.

Oliver stood above you with a proud smile, laughing an evil laugh showing off his missing front tooth before pulling the plastic lightsaber from your stomach.

"No one goes up against the dark lord and survives!" He yells and you try not to smile at how cute he is.

"B-but Oliver," you whisper, pretending to be in pain while holding your stomach. "I-I have something to tell you."

Curious, the six year old boy raises his eyebrow. Moving his blue gaze to your eyes. "What is it?"

"I-" you breath. "I am your- bleh." You close your eyes and make your body go limp.

Oliver gasps, dropping his lightsaber and running to your lifeless body. "What is it?! No!!!!" He yells and you couldn't help but laugh.

"Ah! She lives!" The little boy screams and you stand up.

"I am a zombie, and I am going to eat your brains!"

Oliver screams and runs away laughing, you chasing behind him.

The two of you run around the house, laughing and letting out squeels of joy.

For you, being nineteen was hard. You had just started nursing school, you're mum told you to join as soon as you could. But along with nursing school you had to find a nice part time job that wouldn't take up too much time.

And babysitting was the perfect match.

"aha! Gotcha!" You scoop up the small boy and he lets out a fit of laughs, kicking his legs.

The front door opens from behind you and Sebastian enters the house, spotting you holding his son and pretending to eat him.

A bright smile covers his features and he watches you place the boy down before you're both running out of the room, you chasing after Oliver, not even noticing the extra person in the room.

Sebastian lets out a laugh, shaking his head before placing his coat on the hook and walking towards the kitchen.

You have been babysitting Oliver for seven months, every Monday, Tuesday, Thursday and Friday you would come from 3:30 to 7:00 and look after Oliver until Sebastian got back from work.

Sebastian has got to know more about you, as have you him. You've grown close over the seven months and Sebastian has felt a little embarrassed for catching a crush on you.

To be fair, how couldn't he. You were smart and beautiful, you always knew what you wanted and you knew how to get it.

And Sebastian just wished it was him you wanted. But the age is what he knew would put you off he was thirty-one and you were nineteen. That's a twelve year difference and you probably thought he was an old man.

His ex girlfriend wasn't in the picture anymore. One day they were sleeping in bed and the next he woke up with a eight month old baby crying in the portable crib next to him and a note on his desk saying that she couldn't do this anymore.

But Sebastian raised Oliver the best he could, even though he had no idea how to look after a child at the time. He learnt, and he sure as hell is proud of his little boy.

"Daddy!!" A little voice squeels and Sebastian feels arms wrap around his legs, squeezing him tight.

With a bright smile and small laugh, Sebastian pats his son on the head before kneeling and giving him a big hug.

You enter the kitchen and smile.

"You're back early."

Sebastian looks at you and nods, releasing Oliver who runs back to your side.

"I got off work early." He shrugs and you nod.

"Well, we've had fun haven't we little man." You pat Oliver's head, ruffling his hair a little bit and he lets out a small giggle, nodding.

"So much fun! I killed her with my lightsaber!"

Sebastian gives him a worried glance and you laugh lightly before shaking your head and kneeling down. "Welp, this is my que I'll see you tomorrow little dude." You open your arms and Oliver jumps right into them.

"No! Can't you stay longer? Please!"

You smile and shake your head. "Sorry bud, but your dads home to take care of you now. And I dont think he likes me very much." You whisper that last part, giving Sebastian a teasing glance and he laughs, shaking his head.

Oliver shakes his head, turning to his dad. "Can't she stay longer dad? What about if it was just for dinner?"

Sebastian looks at you and you shrug making him smile and nod. "Alright, she can stay for dinner."

Oliver runs off screaming i  delight and you smile, both you and Sebastian letting out little laughs before turning to eachother.

"So," you step forward, giving him teasing smile. "I can stay for dinner?"

Sebastian nods, stepping forward and placing his hands on your waist, leaning down. "Mhm, and maybe a little desert when Oliver goes to bed." He whispers, nibbling on your ear and you giggle, pushing back.

"Shh, Oliver could run back in any second." You smack his chest lightly and he smiles shrugging.

"Well, if we keep this up we're probably going to have to tell him soon."

You sigh, nodding. "I know."

Oh yeah, forgot to mention that you and Sebastian have also sneaking around for three of those seven months.

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I hope this made sense...