angel cake ♡ tom holland/sebastian stan/chris evans oneshots

The Ladies Bathroom // Sebastian Stan

   The beat reverberated around the room way too loudly for your liking, and the fact you didn't even like the song just added salt to the wound. The party started off perfect, hushed music in the background of mingling chatter and laughter, and you were fine, though every woman there looked prettier than you. That was something you'd learned to not give a shit about after the "dieting" disaster last year. 

   As the night wore on and you became slowly more convinced you would have to be the designated driver for over a hundred people, the women started smudging their make-up and tearing their dresses, and you thanked yourself for throwing up after even a sip of alcohol. The music got louder and changed to more inappropriate songs and, in turn, the guests became equally less PG-13. You predicted a whole lot of baby births that time in nine months.

   You smiled at drunken people, weaving your way around them to go to the bathroom. It was where you always found yourself at parties - you usually managed to hit a low during, and then a drunk girl in the bathroom would gush about how beautiful you were, then you'd find someone to go home with, happy with the night. 

   You pushed the door open and sighed when you found the room empty, though the deafening sound of Drake was the obvious reason as to why no-one was around. You let a sigh escape your painted lips, approaching the sink to wash your hands (someone had spilled champagne on them a little while ago. You hadn't intended to get it off, because you didn't care, but you were in the bathroom and thought you might as well). The door softly closed behind you and the music was muted significantly. Your shoulders slumped while you sighed in relief, shifting your weight a couple of times to ease the bottoms of your aching feet. You heard a tap on the glass of the window high up the back of the wall and glanced over, then blinked in surprise. Some guy was smiling awkwardly and waving through the lightly frosted glass, nose dripping blood.

   "Hey," his voice was muffled through the glass, though you could still make out what he was saying, "Sorry, can you, uh, open this window for me? Or pass me a paper towel or something?"

   You immediately stepped out of your heels and went to the window, carefully opening and standing back while the guy effortlessly pulled himself up and through the gap, then tumbled onto his back on the floor, eyes closed and nose dripping blood. You hesitated, then knelt beside him when he didn't do anything but breathe.

   "Are you alright?" You asked softly and he smiled a little.

   "I tried to sneak out through the guy's bathroom window, but I hit my face on the sidewalk. Plus, I don't remember where I parked my car, so I just thought I'd try and find another bathroom-lurker." He chuckled a little at the term, then opened his eyes and stared at you, eyes ice-blue and enticing enough to forget about the blood covering his face. Then he breathed out slowly and a bubble of blood popped from his nostril. You jumped a little, though not to get the blood away from your white-blue dress, just out of shock, then stood and wordlessly grabbed a wad of paper towels and dampened them beneath the cold tap. You turned back to the guy, who had sat, watching you with his back to a stall separation and legs kicked out in front of him. You paused, realising you'd either have to awkwardly tell him where the blood was or just touch it yourself. You chose the latter because it wouldn't be as weird, then paused again. His legs were spread to far apart for you to sit beside him, so you'd therefore have to sit in between his legs. You, obviously, wouldn't mind (it wasn't everyday hot men got nosebleeds and crawled through the window to the ladies bathroom you were previously alone in), but you were worried he would. He picked up on your hesitation and blushed a little.

   "I don't mind if you do it." He said softly and you smiled shyly, then carefully sat with your legs crossed in between his, knees nudging the inside of his thighs and skirt covering as much skin as possible to stay decent. You watched him glance down anyway and blush a little harder while you leaned closer to carefully wipe up the blood, trying your best not to shudder. You didn't like blood - your only phobia.

   "I'm Sebastian Stan." He finally blurted out and you hitched up one corner of your mouth.

   "Y/n, pleasure. You find yourself in the ladies bathroom often?" You teased, and Sebastian blushed.

   "I'm a virgin. In that sense, I mean, not like- I've never been in a ladies bathroom before." He was blushing so furiously by that point that his skin was almost as dark as the blood decorating it. You giggled again.

   "I'm a men's bathroom virgin, it's nothing to be ashamed about." You giggled, leaning back on your hand and throwing the paper towel, watching it sail through the air and land in the trash can. You stayed leaning back on your hands.

   "You must've hit your nose pretty hard." You stated and he smiled, then nodded.

   "It sounded pretty gross, just this crack, then there was blood everywhere." He grinned and you shuddered a little.

   "Are you dizzy or anything?"

   "No, no, I'm fine. Don't really wanna go home anymore though."

   "Why not?"

   "Pentru că tocmai am întâlnit cea mai frumoasă fată pe care am văzut-o vreodată și vreau să rămân cu ea cât mai mult timp posibil. Miroase de vanilie si este uimitor." He said seriously, staring at you with narrowed eyes and finishing with a quick lip bite (you could barely contain yourself at how freaking hot he was being). You hitched up the corner of your mouth again.

   "I didn't know I smelled like vanilla." You quipped and his face instantly lost all the furious colour.

   "You understood that?"

   "I learned Romanian when I was fifteen. I understood every word, and by the way," you leaned in closer. You could feel his stubble against your cheek and let your breath fall onto the shell of his ear for a second, "Cred că ești fierbinte, Sebastian."

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the translations (courtesy of google translate):

sebastian: Because I just met the most beautiful girl I've ever seen and I want to stay with her for as long as possible. It smells like vanilla and it's amazing.

you: I think you're hot

they sound weird because i did want to say something else, but we s t a n google translate's stupid translations

i have the biggest writer's block

someone request something?

and sorry if i don't post as frequently in the next week or so

i've got exams etc

and i'm going to be panickedly revising (if anyone has any good technique for revising any of the sciences/maths, please please pm me them!! i would ask for english, but i'm just going to assume - wrongly, probably - that i'll pass that, so i shouldn't add it to my worry list)

and then just relaxing and having me time

rewatching movies for hours on end

face masks

reading books

taking three-hour-long baths

talking to my friends (because i actually have more than one of those, surprising though it may seem:))

that kinda thing

obviously i will still try for you guys

because i love y'all

and the reads is a big confidence boost

:)

viv x