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why is this actually making me cry “I’m not lonely for a while, I’m safe”….

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Window to your soul(mate) - Ch. 3

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x reader

A/N: A bit short but fun. Sorry, I haven’t been able to give this my full attention but there is more good stuff coming I promise!

Warnings: smut…eventually. Fluff and slow burn. It’s safe to assume that all my stories are going to have at least a little NSFW, 18+ and language. Just how I write.

Summary: 3 months after moving to New York City, Y/N feels like she has finally found her footing. She has a great apartment, is making friends and has a steady enough job to pay the rent. She’s even gotten used to the empty apartment across from hers…but all that changes when a handsome film star returns home after months of being away.

Master list

Ch. 1   Ch. 2

Gif not mine, credit to owner

“It was a hard day’s night, and I was working like a dog. It was a hard day’s night, I wish I’d slept more like a log.”

Y/N sang the altered lyrics under her breath to herself as she finished mixing up a cocktail. She wasn’t much of a drinker but after the busy shift last night, she had come home and been unable to fall asleep. Exhausted and sore, Y/N had laid in bed for hours, willing her brain to shut off and just let her get some rest. Unfortunately, it had been nearly 8 AM when she finally drifted off into an uneasy slumber. Worse still, it was a mere three hours later that she woke up and found herself unable to close her eyes again. 

Giving up on the idea of more sleep, Y/N had decided to mix herself a drink and sit out on her balcony with a book. If there couldn’t be sleep, let there be sun!

“But when I get home to you, I find the things that you do will make me feel alright!” She finished the line by taking a sip of her drink and giving a satisfied moan before collecting her book off the counter and walking to the balcony. 

Being outside always made Y/N feel better and today was no different. She placed her glass on an end table, watching as the slight condensation beaded up and trickled small rivers downwards, then slouched down into the chair, propping her feet up on the balcony railing and pushing her sunglasses up slightly on the bridge of her nose to better shield her eyes. For several minutes, Y/N simply sat in that position, reclining in the sun and feeling relaxation wash over her for the first time since Sebastian had left the bar last night. Shifting in her chair to find a more comfortable position, Y/N picked up her book and began to read, losing herself in the fantasy world spun by the author’s well chosen words. It was a good book, full of mystery and complex characters so it wasn’t long before Y/N was fully enveloped in the plot and mostly oblivious to the world around her. If the book had been less enthralling she may have noticed the man coming out of his apartment to stand on the balcony across from her. 

“Uh-ahem, uh, excuse me?”

Y/N was brought out of her book to the sound of a throat being cleared nearby. 

“Uh...Y/N? Um. Hi. Hello again.”

She glanced around quickly but didn’t see anyone. Then she sat up slightly to peer over the railing. It was as she moved her feet so that they lay against the rail instead of standing perpendicular to it that she was able to see the man on the balcony across from her. The man who had seen her naked in the window. The man who had written her a note apologizing. With the weight of a freight train, Y/N recognized him. It was Sebastian. 

“What. The. Actual. Unholy. Fuck.” Y/N spoke slowly making every word it’s own phrase. 

“Yeah...” Sebastian looked highly embarrassed and his gaze was bouncing continuously between Y/N’s face and the ground as he rubbed the back of his neck in discomfort. “I did say that I’d see you around. Maybe I should been a little bit more specific though?”

“You think?!” Y/N burst out angrily. “It seems to me like something you mention. ‘Thanks for the beer. Oh, by the way, nice tits. Thanks for putting them on display in the window Neighbor!’ What, that fact just slipped your mind?!”

“No, it’s just...” Sebastian trailed off, his face beginning to flush as he became even more embarrassed due to her reaction. “Well, think about what you just said! I couldn’t really think of a way to slip it into the conversation.”

“How about the fact that you’re famous?” she hissed back venomously. “Couldn’t find an opening for that little tidbit either?”

Y/N knew that she was overreacting but she didn’t seem to have any control over her own mouth. It was like an out of body experience; she didn’t intend to treat Sebastian with such vitriol but she just stood by, watching it happen. The truth was pretty simple: she was embarrassed. She hadn’t recognized him last night and probably still wouldn’t have made the connection that the cute Sebastian she was chatting with was the famous, sexy Winter Soldier Sebastian Stan if Maggie hadn’t squealed that information excitedly into her ear after he had made his exit. She felt a fool for flirting with him. The lack of sleep probably wasn’t helping matters either. 

“It didn’t seem relevant to our conversation. I must have forgotten my manners,” Sebastian’s voice was becoming more heated as he spoke and his hand had dropped to his side as he stared back stonily at Y/N. “See, I normally start every conversation by explaining how famous I am, what my net worth is and providing the address of my current residence.”

“Don’t do that,” she spat back exasperatedly. “Don’t pretend like I’m the bad guy.”

“What makes me the bad guy?!”

“I didn’t say you were the bad guy!”

“Well, who’s the bad guy then?! What the hell are we fighting about?!” Sebastian threw his hands into the air in disgust.

“We’re not fighting!” Y/N practically screamed the words across the small distance between their balconies.

Sebastian’s face turned to one of comical outrage and he screamed back, “What the hell do you call this then?”

“I’m sorry! I didn’t sleep well so I’m being a bitch! This is the second time that I’ve made a fool of myself by behaving badly in front of you and I don’t like it!!”

For several seconds there was silence except for the sounds of the city as Sebastian took in what Y/N had just said. She stood on her balcony, breathing hard and trying to regain her composure, hoping she still had a shred of dignity left to cling to. Then he started to laugh.

It was a beautiful thing. Sebastian laughing was a full body experience. His head tipped back in an attitude of full release as his eyes and nose scrunched up and his mouth opened widely revealing his perfect white teeth. The laughter came from deep in his belly, rumbling through his chest and shaking his large frame outwards from the core. It rolled through the air like music and set Y/N at ease, drawing the first smile from her since she had recognized him across the gap. Still laughing, Sebastian moved his hand up to cover his eyes which were beginning to water from mirth.

“That may be my favorite apology of all time. In fact, I think this is my favorite fight I’ve ever had.”

“I’m sorry,” Y/N said more sincerely since she wasn’t screaming it this time. “And really, that wasn’t a fight...it was more just me being frustrated with myself and you being too close to me as I vented.”

“I’m collateral damage,” he replied wryly with a shrug and a chuckle. 

“Something like that...I really am sorry. A friend of mine back home used to compare me to the Hulk. She called it a code green when I was upset.”

“I don’t think that’s strictly necessary.” Sebastian held out his arms, putting himself on display. “I’m still fully intact.”

“Yeah, well, I’m tired. Next time it’s a code green, I’ll try and be more efficient in my destruction of you.” Y/N gave a wink and a half smile.

“I’ll look forward to it. In the meantime, I actually interrupted your reading for a reason.”

“Oh, you mean you didn’t want to simply yell nonsense at each other for no reason? I thought we’d already accomplished what you set out to achieve.”

“Well that was just part one of the plan,” Sebastian retorted, falling easily back into a teasing tone of voice. “See, I wanted to apologize to you for getting off on the wrong foot.”

“Look,” Y/N said pointing her finger accusingly at him as he smirked across the gap at her, “just stop being so nice right now. I already feel foolish enough, you don’t have to keep making it worse.”

“Making you feel foolish is part two of the plan though. It’s how I start all my friendships. Part three is where I tell you that I’m hosting a dinner for some of my friends at my apartment tomorrow and I invite you to join us.” Sebastian stood on his balcony, his hands tucked into the pockets of his pants and stared across the void to Y/N. His voice was sincere and laced with just the smallest amount of trepidation beneath the teasing. 

“You want me to come to dinner with your friends?” Y/N asked incredulously. “I’ve inadvertently flashed you, teased you while acting as your waitress and now screamed at you for no reason at all. Either you’re crazy or you’re really desperate for friends.” She was shaking her head in disbelief at the handsome actor as a small smile played across her face. 

“Desperate for friends,” Sebastian retorted while nodding, his face furrowed into an expression of mock solemnity. “Yeah, I sold all my previous friends into slavery on the black market so I need a new inventory.”

“Oh, well in that case I’d love to come. I’ve always wondered how much I’d be worth on an open market.”

Sebastian was grinning widely again, reveling in the teasing banter that already characterized his relationship with Y/N. “Perfect. It’s just a low key, casual thing since I haven’t been in the city in a while. Come on over around 5 PM tomorrow?”

“I’ll be there...and this time I’ll behave myself!”

“No need for that,” Sebastian said as his eyes narrowed hungrily and his mouth twisted into a devious smirk. “I like it when you misbehave.”

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