Sebastian Stan Imagines

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Note: Sebastian is 32, you are 22

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*Your POV*

"Sebastian?" I called from the top of the stairs.

   It was around 8 o'clock and I had woken up to the sun shining brightly through the curtains in my bedroom. I rolled over to curl back up into my boyfriend's chest, but to my dissatisfaction, he wasn't there.

"Down here!" He answered from the kitchen.

   I trotted down the stairs and into the kitchen, rubbing the sleep from my eyes, to see Sebastian standing in front of the stove. I felt a smile tug on my lips as I made my way towards him.

"What're you doing?" I asked, snaking my arms around his bare torso.

"I felt like making you breakfast. The problem is, I can't cook," He scratched the back of his neck, and wrapping his free arm around my shoulders.

   I laughed a bit and freed myself from his grasp. I grabbed the pan from the stove, scraping the burnt eggs into the trash can and rinsing it off.

"Why don't we make it together?" I suggested, placing the pan back onto the stove top.

"Sounds good," He smiled, grabbing various ingredients from around the kitchen.

   We spend about an hour making breakfast, only about half the time was actually cooking. The rest of it was spent goofing off. We sat at the table, eating our surprisingly good meal, and making small talk.

"So what do you wanna do today?" Sebastian asked, setting his fork down on to his plate.

"I don't know, what do you think?" I responded, repeating his actions.

"Well I think there's a new movie out that's supposed to be really good. We could go see it and make a whole day of it." He suggested.

"That sounds great but we'd have to make sure no paparazzi are around," I reminded him and he sighed.

   Despite Sebastian and I dating for almost 3 years, we still haven't publicly announced our relationship yet. There are multiple reasons why but the main one is our age gap. We - well, I - am worried about people being judgmental and, of course, I didn't want Sebastian to be worried or stressed because of any hate I would get.

"Why don't we just come out. Who cares about the hate. All it is is a bunch of bullcrap," He said, running his fingers through his hair.

"Seb, we're ten years apart. Don't you think people would look down on you for dating a 22 year old?" I replied calmly.

   We've argued about this countless times. Always the same responses to every comment. He'd always agree with me in the end, walking away frustrated and letting me have my way. It made me feel horrible. I felt selfish and spoiled when he did that. I didn't want to just have my way. I wanted to come to an agreement that would benefit both of our opinions, not just mine.

"I don't care about what people's opinions are. Let them think what they want. All that matters is that I'm in love with you, despite the age gap," He explained, looking up at me.

"I know, Baz. I'm just scared. For you and me," I said softly.

"But you don't have to be. It's time darling. It's been 3 years," He responded in the same tone, grabbing my hand from across the table, "I'm tired of hiding."