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

Tattoos & Torn Pages // Sebastian Stan

au where seb is a ✨tattoo man✨ lol

this was a req from daydream3r0

and a fucking GOOD ONE

i see this all the time on pinterest when i'm looking for inspo but i never thought to do it

enjoy my loves!

viv x

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The bell above the door into the tiny shop sings Sebastian's arrival and you look over from the stepladder you're balancing on, foot dangling a metre behind you so you can stretch higher. You're trying to drape delicate gauze over the fantasy section - you found the material on Amazon when you were trying to find a skirt and got distracted and couldn't resist. It's soft on your skin, and you hate to admit how long you spent just rubbing it between your fingertips when it came last night. Sebastian grins at your awkward pose.

"Don't laugh, don't laugh." You plead instantly, giggling when he shakes his head at you to say he won't, laughing as he does. You desperately stretch higher, only for Sebastian to step beside you and, also on one foot, effortlessly slips the fabric beneath the ancient dictionary you were going to use to keep it up. His scent - musky cologne and incense - envelopes you when he stands so close. It lingers in your nostrils, intoxicating, when he steps back down and grandly holds his arms out.

"You are very welcome." He smirks. You roll your eyes fondly as you get off the ladder, bumping him halfway aggressively with your hip as you pass him to put it beneath the counter.

"Thank you, big strong man, for bursting in here like a real life Bob the Builder to make my gauze as hung as you are and save me right-"

Sebastian fires the hair tie on his wrist at you and it confuses you for long enough to stop talking, and for him to start a new conversation. You wish you could say it pisses you off when he does that but regrettably, it's a habit he picked up from you.

"A friend of a friend told me about this new fake renaissance art gallery a couple of weeks ago, it opens tonight and he gave me tickets. Wanna come with?"

You smirk and lean forward on your forearms. "Like, as your trophy date?"

"Exactly." Sebastian teases back.

"How upscale is it?"

"What do you mean?"

"How much do I have to spend on the outfit?"

Sebastian chuckles. "Tonnes. My trophy date better be... shiny."

You laugh at him, borderline cackling, while he hides his face in his hands. He's not the smoothest guy there is but how hard he tries is endearing enough. When Liz finally comes out from the back, you ask her to cover your evening shift so you can get ready and go. She gives you a 'yeah' and a 'whatever', so you ditch your apron and let Sebastian walk you home.

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You wake up with half a hangover and warm light coming through the window you forgot to close last night. When you sit up, you're delighted to find almost no mess on the floor, just last night's outfit and a few drawers hanging open. You make yourself get out of bed to tidy everything away before you get ready, putting your room back in order while trying not to smile. Last night was like something straight from a romance movie; Sebastian picked you up at eight, complimenting you for definitely longer than he needed to before taking you to the gallery. He let you tuck your hand into the crook of his elbow while you walked around the paintings and sculptures, then, when you both got bored, let you wear his shoes to stop your feet blistering in heels when you went to get a Chinese takeout to go home with. The cardboard containers are still sat on the kitchen table, where you left them when Sebastian said he had to go home or he would never wake up in the morning, so you shove them down the garbage chute on your way downstairs. Even with a throbbing head and aching feet, you have never ever felt this good.