A/N: I don’t know where you are, but in Australia it’s Sebastian Stan’s birthday so here’s a little Seb based fic. I know I don’t write many of these ‘cause well, I’m in-love with Chris. But for those who prefer Seb, this one’s for you. ❤️
Today was one of those beautiful days in New York Sebastian always talked about when he was asked about his city. The weather was stupendous, it was almost as though the universe had parceled it out to him as a birthday present. 8:00AM had him waiting outside your apartment building, observing each passerby with great sonder. The thought had was all these people passing him had lives as vivid and complex as his, perhaps they had a birthday to celebrate with their best friend too. He couldn’t tell; no two lives were the same. You were meant to pick Sebastian up at his, but he couldn’t wait. The two of you had plans to spend the day together before his birthday party tonight with the rest of your mutual friends. His boys already had him with a pre-celebration at The Surf Lodge, so now it was your turn. If Sebastian was being honest with himself, he’d rather the whole twenty-four hours with just the girl he loved.
You’d been friends with Sebastian since college. The two of you were so close that if he weren’t out of the state filming, you made sure to see each other at least once a day. It didn’t even have to be an official plan, you could come home and see him waiting on your couch. You had one of those relationships where it wouldn’t come as a surprise to anyone if the two of you got together, but it also wouldn’t if you simply remained friends. There was no fear of risking your friendship preventing you from being together, you were just content with what you had going. It wasn’t like you hadn’t discussed it before, or shared a drunken kiss or two. It was hard to define the kind of love you carried for each other. It was a mix of many; the lines were always blurred. The two of you could be radically happy as a couple, yet if you saw him with another girl- you’d just be happy for him. It was the same if he saw you with another guy because unadulterated happiness was what you wanted for the other, it didn’t matter how it was achieved.
But Sebastian was starting to question the methods, wondering if he was being bereft of a great life with you. He was turning thirty-five, he was getting to an age his mother was starting to worry about. Out of everything he’d accomplished in his thirty-five years, marriage and kids were yet to be conquered. She wanted that for him like every mother wanted it for her child, and she wanted it more whenever he saw him with you. She may have respected your decisions as adults not to pursue a relationship with increasingly high success rates, but she didn’t understand it. If she were either of you and she knew the person standing before her was easily the one she could spend the rest of her life with, she’d sweep that opportunity off its feet the second it became available. She forced that idea on Sebastian at dinner last night, promising him that “one day, she’s going to be with another guy and you’re not going to be okay with it.”
“Sebastian Stan,” he heard you call his name and he turned; the smile was on his face even before he saw yours. “What are you doing here?” You chuckled. “I’m meant to go pick you up, it’s your birthday.” He shrugged, pulling you in for a hug. “Happy birthday, old man.” Your arms wrapped around his torso tightly. Time stood still for the both of you and a comfortable silence ensued. You both smiled because nothing compared to the feeling of being held by each other. You, too, were starting to question if being just friends was enough for you anymore.
“You realize you’re only a year younger than me, right?”
“Mm hm,” you nodded, pulling away. “And don’t you forget it,” you held out his present for him and he took it, releasing a soft laugh when you said, “old man.” He held the small box in his hand, turning it left and right as he admired the wrapping. “You can open it now if you want,” you informed him when you saw his empty wrist. “It’s nothing fancy,” you bit back your smile when you said that.
“You always say that when you get me something fancy,” he chuckled, gently tearing into the paper. You suppressed your urge to laugh when he said that, he simply knew you too well. “Holy shit,” he cussed when he saw the packaging. “Are you out of your mind?” He scrunched the wrapping paper and tucked the ball under his arm, opening the Audemars Piguet box to reveal a beautiful watch: a Jules Audemars Tourbillion silver dial watch. “Why did you spend so much money on me?”
“It wasn’t that much,” you shrugged nonchalantly as you walked off in the direction of the café the two of you were planning to have breakfast at. Sebastian followed after you, closing the box. He wasn’t an idiot, that was a very expensive watch. So much so he felt the need to cover it with the wrapping paper so no one could see what it was. He wasn’t afraid you’d broken your bank, it was hard for a successful owner of a big publishing company to do that. He just found the gift unnecessary considering he was happy with your presence as a gift. “If you’re going to whine about the gift all day, I’m turning around and going home.”
“Trust me I’m very aware of what you’d do if I whine about my gift.” You’d left him on his birthday before, but he’d bugged you too much. You came back with cake, but he stopped whining after that incident. He hurried after you, joining your side. “Can I just say one thing?” He asked.
“Depends,” you glanced at him, slipping your hand into his. “Is that one thing ‘thank you, I love my new watch’?” You raised a brow then smiled when he laughed. “If that is so, no need.” You told him and he sighed, squeezing your hand. “Are you going to just carry it in the box, or are you going to put the watch on?”
“Can I put it in your bag first so we don’t get robbed in broad daylight?”
“God, you’re so dramatic,” you laughed, taking your hand out of his to hold open your bag for him to put his gift in. “No wonder you became an actor, I can’t imagine you doing anything else.” He rolled his eyes, flashing his teeth when he smiled. “Can you promise me you’ll wear it?”
“Of course I’ll wear it, darling,” he gently pinched your chin. “It’s a beautiful watch and I am very grateful you got it for me.” You smiled, letting him take your hand as the two of you continued down the street. “So can we sidetrack my birthday for a second and talk about yours, ‘cause for the first time in sixteen years I actually don’t know what’s happening. Are you having a party, are you-” You laughed at his confusion, and he chuckled, “what are you doing?”
“Nothing,” you shrugged.
“You love birthdays and you’re telling me you’ve got nothing planned?” He asked and you nodded. “No,” he shook his head, discounting anything you’ve told him. “I don’t believe you. You always do something for your birthday, big or small- I have never seen you do nothing for it, so let me know so I can accommodate whatever it is you have planned.”
“I have nothing planned, Seb,” you assured him. “I’m not lying. It’s on a Friday so I’m going to work. I have no plans, other than you. I am definitely going to go see you because- well, it’ll just be sad if I don’t see anyone I love on my birthday.” He eyed you suspiciously and you laughed. “I’m not lying!”
“Okay, even if you don’t have a party planned- I am not letting you spend your birthday working, you are going to take the day off because you can as the CEO.” You shrugged, neither agreeing nor disagreeing with his statement. “We’re going to spend the day like tourists, visiting all the hotspots in New York like we did when we were younger. Okay?”
“Okay,” you nodded.
The comfortable silence returned as you and Sebastian continued to walk, then he suddenly stopped and moved in front of you. You looked at him with furrowed brows then felt your facials softened when he said, “how would you feel if I told you I loved you?”
“Depends if this is a confession,” you answered. “I feel like you’re quoting Ed Sheeran and I um- I don’t really know how to process that.” He chuckled, shaking his head in utter disbelief that he’d waited this long to decide you were the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. “This feels like a weird conversation to have on the side of the street.”
“I know, but I had dinner with my mom yesterday and she told me that one day I’m going to see you with another guy and I won’t be okay with it.” He told you. “I went home and I couldn’t sleep because of that, the idea of you with someone else. And it’s insane because- all I want is for you to be happy, be it with me or without me. Then I realized I was in-love with you and suddenly all that time I spent just being your friend became absurd to me.” He stopped rambling when he realized you hadn’t said anything. “Am I ruining this by telling you that?”
“No, of course not,” you shook your head. “Seb-” you chuckled, feeling your smile reach your eyes. Your mind was cloyed, it felt like felicity hearing him admit that. It didn’t occur to you how much you wanted him to admit that until that very moment. “I’m in-love with you too.” His smile tenfold. “I can’t believe it took us sixteen years to get here, but- I am. I can’t imagine my life without you in it, and I can’t imagine having to spend the rest of it seeing you with someone else. So yeah,” you felt your eyes water, “I’m in-love with you too.”
“Let it be known,” he began as he pulled you into him, a hand on your waist and the other gently caressing your face. “That my thirty-fifth birthday is officially,” he dipped his head and lowered his voice into a soft whisper, “the best,” he inched closer to your lips, “birthday,” he smiled, “ever.” You chuckled then met his lips a passionate kiss.