Sebastian Stan Imagines

Sebastian Stan - Not My Responsibility

Summary: You wrote a song about being judged, and your producer "sued" you for copyright.

Credits: Not My Responsibility - Billie Eilish

Italic is your song, regular is Sebastian reacting or Y/n.

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Do you know me? Really know me? You have opinions, about my opinions. About my music. About my clothes. About my body.

Sebastian curved his eyebrows, his hand in his face as he listened to his girlfriend's new recording, "Not My Responsibility". He was mad. How could her producer scold her for something like that? Y/n was perfect. It made no sense.

Some people hate what I wear. Some people praise it. Some people use it to shame others. Some use it to shame me. But I feel you watching. Always.

Y/n sat in the Courtroom, beaten. Tired. Mad.

"Miss Y/n L/n, do you plead guilty?" The judge asked.

"No,"

And nothing I do goes unseen. So while I feel your stares, yoru disapproval, or your sigh of relief. If I lived by them, I'd never be able to move.

Y/n didn't move. She stared at the laptop screen, as the judge and other people in the Court stared at her.

"Miss Y/n L/n, would you please explain why you're here today?" The judge asked.

"No,"

Would you like me to be smaller, weaker, softer, taller?

"Miss Y/n L/n, I'm afraid we can't help you if you refuse to talk to us," The judge said. "Is your boyfriend Sebastian Stan aware you are here?"

"No,"

Would you like me to be quiet?

"Miss Y/n L/n, I'm afraid we will have to contact Mr. Sebastian Stan about your presence, here in the court," The judge said. Y/n flicked her eyes up to meet the judge's.

"No,"

Does my shoulders provoke you? Does my chest? Am I my stomach? My hips? The body I was born with. Is it not what you wanted?

Sebastian's phone rang. An unknown number. He paused Y/n's recording and picked it up.

"Hello?"

If I wear what is comfortable, I am not a woman. If I shed the layers, I'm a slut.

"Hello, Mr. Sebastian Stan," The judge said. "Are you aware that Y/n L/n is in the Court Room?"

Sebastian raised his eyebrows.

"No,"

Though you've never seen my body, you still judge it. And judge me for it. Why?

"Mr. Sebastian Stan, I am afraid to say that Miss Y/n L/n is in Court Today because her producer, Mark West has reported her for copyright," The judge said.

We make assumptions about people, based on their size. We decide who they are. What they're worth.

"Miss Y/n L/n, will you please tell Mr. Sebastian Stan why you are here today?" The judge asked, placing the phone down.

"I plead the fifth amendment," You muttered, having the judges murmur to each other.

If I wear more, if I wear less, who decides what that makes me? What that means?

"Miss Y/n L/n, we will have to continue this trial longer if you refuse to talk to us," The judge said. "Is that alright with you?"

"No,"

Is my value based only on your perception? Or is your opinion of me...

"Miss Y/n L/n, please, tell us," The judge said. "What do you think about being here? Being here in this Court Room, with live cameras? With people watching you? Being one of the only woman celebrities in court? What do you think about the people watching you?"

"Not My Responsibility,"