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tent (perspectives) [tom holland]

a repost, originally posted in my former writing blog

ship: tom holland x female!reader x sebastian stan (maybe?) – would anyone be interested in a series for this love triangle?

warnings: none; edited thrice in a few minutes so mistakes may be present

notes: part 1 here, but not exactly what has been pictured since my mind went out on its own; feedback is much appreciated!

notes: y/p/n is your pet’s name and i got that one part from the apparition movie

summary: tom holland joins you and sebastian stan on that shopping for camping items; implied that you’re an mcu actress, too

Tom watched you as she shared a laugh with Sebastian.

After finding out that you two were going camping shopping together, he immediately volunteered to come with. He wasn’t planning on doing so but his mouth just blurted it out and he couldn’t take it back.

Tom had always felt something for you, he was just too shy and scared to admit it. And when he realized that you were becoming very close to the Bucky Barnes actor, he was even more afraid of telling you his true feelings. After all, he was nothing compared to the Sebastian Stan.

You three were in the camping area of the department store with Tom just a few feet away from the couple–or not-so-couple, have they admitted their feelings to each other yet? Do they even have feelings for each other in the first place? He shook his head and looked around at the items, occasionally darting his eyes to catch a glimpse of the ones in front of him.

You were arguing with Sebastian that she should buy the bigger tent. The guy, on the other hand, was protesting, trying to persuade you that the smaller tent would do since you wouldn’t be sharing it with anyone.

“You’re just going to sleep in it,” Sebastian said, shaking his head.

You gave him an innocent look. “Who said anything about sleeping in it alone?” This earned you a smirk from Sebastian and he quickly placed the tent bag inside the shopping cart.

Tom could feel his heartbeat racing. So they were together? He wondered. He hurriedly caught up to them and asked you what you meant.

“Oh, I almost forgot you were here,” Sebastian joked.

You rolled your eyes then smiled at Tom. “I was thinking of bringing Y/P/N.”

Tom whipped his head to look at Sebastian’s expression. He seemed cool and calm about it like nothing was the matter. “You can’t bring Y/P/N, Y/N. That defeats the purpose of camping in the woods with nothing to care about.”

You pouted. “Fine.”

“Well, now that you’ve got a big tent,” Sebastian started.

“I can share with you,” both men said in unison.

You snapped her head back. “What?”

The men turned to one another. “What?”

Tom began to stutter. “I…I…I was just…I didn’t mean…”

You smiled. “That’s very nice of you, Tom. But I’m pretty sure you’ve got your camping gear ready, you told me so, right?”

He nodded slowly. “Yeah, but…”

“That means she’s sharing with me,” Sebastian stated.

You shrugged. “You are my closest friend.”

Sebastian grinned. “Then it’s settled. Sorry, little boy.”

Tom watched them move forward as he stayed put in his place. What just happened? Did Y/N confirm that she doesn’t feel the same way? He sighed, placing his hands in his pockets and kicking the imaginary dust on the floor. “So much for those rumors.” So much for his heart.

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Jealousy Feeling -Pt.2

Bucky x Reader

Summary: Bucky finally asks her and goes on his first date in 70 years. He’s been on countless dates before, so why does he feel so nervous?

Word Count: 1,593

Warnings: post-WS Bucky, self-hatred, fluff, cute & nervous Bucky

A/N: Bucky’s POV. For AnaGP on AO3 & thesuperwholock394 who really enjoyed this and wanted a second part. I had a blast writing this!!

“Seriously, get a grip,” I ran my hands through my hair nervously, “you’re the fuckin’ Winter Soldier you fuckin’ shit.” I looked at my reflection, I knew I looked good, my arm was covered by a denim jacket, the black jeans and boots were a nice touch - thanks to Nat - but I still felt out of place.

No, scratch that, I’m fucking terrified that everyone’s going to see me out and about with some girl. But not just any girl….Y/N. Steve’s best friend who everyone knows about. I mean, I totally understand how someone would be disgusted with the fact of everyone’s favorite staff member of Tony’s is dating the guy who killed his parents.

Not to mention PR would blow up. God, what would they think of Steve? Knowing that his best friend, murderer, killer, is dating a fellow member of his team. Fuck, would they attack Y/N because of her interests in me? And how Steve would’ve made a better man for her. Maybe going on this date with Y/N is a bad idea.

“If you hate the outfit that much, you can just change it.” Steve was standing by the doorway, propped up by his hip.

“What?”

“This about the date? Because if it is, you don’t have to worry about it. She’s actually really excited.”

“Why?” Steve’s face grew concerned when he heard my arm recalibrate. Something that it more often did when I grew tense or agitated.

“What do you mean why?”

“You know why, Steve.” I sigh out in frustration, the clothes feeling even more constricting than they did before.

“Well, enlighten me then.”

“Look at me, Steve!” I threw my hands up, arm humming loudly due to the movement. “Look at me and tell me what you see!”

“I see the jerk I grew up with, who’s freaking the fuck out over a date with a girl he’s been smitten with for the longest time.” My arms dropped back to my sides in defeat. He didn't get it, he didn’t understand.

“And you honestly think it’s a good idea for me to do this? Me? The man who tried to kill all of you, who could still kill all of you?” Steve groans lowly in frustration, but I kept my mouth shut. Knowing that he’d rip me a new one either way.

“This is more than just going on a date isn’t it?” I look away, trying to distance myself mentally from the situation. Really not wanting to talk about this anymore. “You know I don’t care about any of that right? Neither does Y/N. Pepper’s in charge of all the PR for us, that includes you. Plus, I’m pretty sure Nat would love to convince those who think otherwise, that in fact, it's a great idea.”

I stare down at my feet, taking in what he said, still trying to wrap my head around the fact that I’m actually going to do this. “What if she doesn’t like what she sees?”

“I’m pretty sure she likes what she sees, Buck.” Shaking my head, I look back to the mirror, flexing my left hand.

“But what if she doesn’t?” Steve sighed softly, coming up beside me and gripped my left shoulder.

“She likes you Buck and everything about you. She told me that she loves the fact that you’re so brave in every way. So,” he turned me around and shoved me towards the door, “calm yo tits and go get her.”

I laugh, facing Steve, “You really need to stop hanging out with Sam, Steve. He’s a bad influence.” I head out to go pick up Y/N, my date. Fuck….I’m going to pick up my date.

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“Bucky! You’re here, come in! I just have to grab my shoes.” Y/N leaves the door open and runs off to get her shoes. I look around the room. As I walk in, there are pictures on the wall of everyone.

My heart stopped. I leaned in closer to get a better look, but there it was. There was a picture of me leaning against a window, eyes closed with the sun streaming down on me. I look…..tired, but yet….peaceful.

“I hope you don’t mind.” Y/N was pointing at the photo, a small smile on her face. “But you looked so calm there and well…” she looked down and toed the carpet, “I could never get a nice picture of you, without it turning into Grumpy Cat.”

“No, it’s...it’s okay.” I take a nervous step towards her. “I’ve never...never seen myself like that before. Not,” now it was my turn to look away, “not for a long time.” A soft hand placed itself on my cheek, my shoulders drop as I push back into the touch.

“We could take another one today if you want. Of just the two of us.” I place a kiss to her palm, before linking our fingers together.

“I know just the place, doll.”

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It didn’t take us long, but we ended up in the one place I loved to go to when I couldn't’ sleep. The Botanical Gardens. It was late in the afternoon when it was less crowded, but none of that mattered because I was taking her to a place where I often went to. We stopped and looked at the cherry blossoms on the trees, walking down the paths in content silence. Y/N would often stop to look at something and it would give me the perfect opportunity to look at her. The way her smile grew as children danced under the falling petals, grandparents sitting beside each other, silent with smiles on their faces.

“So where are you taking me? Or is it a big secret?”

I nervously ran my hand along my neck. “Well, it’s...it’s actually a...private place. Steve doesn’t even know about it.” I say the last part under my breath, now feeling even more nervous about this whole thing.

“Would it be easier to just show me?” I nod quickly, taking her hand once again leading her down the path before she could say anything. Before I could change my mind. A few minutes later and here we were, standing in front of a pond, looking out towards a bridge and trees. Everything was so green and...alive. Which is why I loved coming here, it made me feel that way. Alive.

“Bucky, this….oh my god….this is beautiful.” Y/N’s face lit up in awe, her eyes widening at the sight. She stood absolutely still. Only moving when she breathed. She looked so beautiful standing there, the light shining down on her through the trees.

“Buck, I - I don’t know what to say.” Her eyes locked with mine and I couldn't, I needed to let her know how I felt. Closing the gap between us, I held her face softly and kissed her. Not the one we shared up on the roof, but one much more than that. She sighed against me, resting her hands on top of mine. Needing her closer, I brought mine down to rest on her hips, pulling her closer. Y/N brought her hands up to my face, grazing her fingertips over the light stubble on my jaw, then through my hair. Resting on the back of my neck.

Remembering we were still in a public place, I reluctantly pulled away, resting my forehead against hers. And there we stood, in the quiet. The sound of the wind rustling through the leaves, the distant sound of families somewhere nearby.

“Look at them, dear. Told you romance isn’t dead, Gerold.” The both of us jumped at the voices. The elder couple we saw earlier happened to be walking by.

“Oh sorry, excuse Marge, it’s just not every day we see love like yours with younger couples.” Y/N blushed, hiding her face in my neck. I laughed slightly.

“Thank you, sir.”

“Sir? Ooo, he has manners as well as being young and dashing.” Marge’s face lit up, winking over at me. I felt my face grow warm.

“We’ll let you youngins get back to it, no need to stop on our account.” Now I’m pretty sure my face is red. The couple said their goodbyes and left. Leaving us both flustered and embarrassed, even though we’re not doing anything. I’m afraid to look up not wanting to show Y/N how red I was. God this was embarrassing. On the first date no less.

But Y/N was convincing, her hands stroked my hair easing my face from her neck, where I was hiding. “Can’t believe we got caught, by the same couple we were spying on earlier.” I held her tighter.

“I think it would be best if we left. I’m going to need to hide from the world for the rest of the week.” Y/N giggled, linking her hand with mine.

“Come on, young and dashing, let’s order in and watch a movie when we get back.” And that’s exactly what we did. We changed into our night clothes, ordered Chinese, popped popcorn and Y/N helped me get caught up in the movies I missed. It was just the two of us. No one else. And it felt...right. Sure, we might be put in the news before the week is over, but Steve was right. Y/N wants this, wants this with me. And I wouldn’t change it for the world.

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Rained In

Bucky x Reader; College AU!, Steve/Nat, Sam Wilson

Summary: Where plans to hang outside are tossed out the window when the weather decides to change.

Word Count: 1,913

Warnings: Language, super adorable pouting Bucky

A/N: Because it’s raining and I’ve been having a long morning and in dire need of Bucky fluff

The sight before you is too much for you and you end up biting your knuckles to keep you from laughing. Your lovely, childlike brunet roommate slash boyfriend was curled underneath all three of your comforters pouting and refusing to come out of his “cave”.

Earlier, Bucky had come barging into your room of the apartment you shared with him and Steve and crawled under the comforters, mumbling on about the stupid weather ruining his plans and that it should go fuck off and bother someone else. So while he continued to have a quiet argument with the weather, you decided to get up and take a shower and get ready for the day. By getting ready, meant wearing baggy sweatpants and a university hoodie you stole from Bucky last year. It was pouring cats and dogs outside and you couldn’t help but smile. Sure you wanted to hang outside with your friends, watch as Bucky and Sam fight over the football again and catch up with Natasha and her date with Steve the other day. But this was fine. It was a Friday, your one and only class was canceled and you had taken the day off so the weather could go fuck itself because you weren’t going to let it ruin your day.

You just had to get Mr. Grumpy Gills out of your bed before the mattress actually swallowed him whole.

Leaning against the doorframe of your bedroom, your gaze landed on the huge lump in the middle of the bed. You sighed for the third time. Here was Bucky, a man, a very well built man of twenty-three, smart as fuck, kills everyone at sports and here he is...hiding away in your bed because of the stupid weather. You had to admit it though, it was an adorable sight to see.

“You know, I think you might actually be able to stop the storm if you keep swearing at it.” You say as another round of thunder sounds out.

“Wanna know what? Fuck you, Y/N.” A flash of lightning, followed by a crash of thunder follows and Bucky’s muffled voice calls out, “And fuck you too!” Shaking your head, you head over to your bed, lift the mountain of comforters and joined him in his cave.

“Yo, brick wall, move your ass over before I’m forced to take action.” You tell him while poking his sides, slapping his butt in the process when he went to slow.

“Hey! Hands off the merchandise! And no poking the sides, you know I’m ticklish there, jerk.” He frowned at you when he shifted over to give you room, turning to face you. You peppered his face in kisses, rolling over on top of him, resting your chin on his chest. His pouty face turned into a grin, while his hands rest on your lower back.

“Well sorry ass butt, but you’re in love with this jerk. Sorry if your plans are ruined, but it doesn’t mean we still can’t do things.” You said tracing over the patterns on his shirt. Bucky smirks at you, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Oh, what kind of things?” He asks suggestively. You laugh and cover his face with your hands so you couldn’t see it anymore.

“No doofus...ew! Grosssss, Buucckkkkyyy, why?” You wipe your hand off on his shirt where he licked your hand.

“But why not? It’s not like we can do anything else. And you were suffocating me with your cute adorable hands.” He leaned up, capturing your lips with your own, his arms wrapping around your hips. You pull away before it could go any further, pecking his nose when he pouts again.

“Because, my brother got me the new Halo, Mario Kart, and Grand Theft Auto game. And we have those coupons we saved for pizza, Chinese and whatever take out we want to get. Oh oh oh, I also picked up Blair Witch, The Conjuring, LOTR, Star Wars and...uh, some Disney movies from home when I was there last. We could play some games and watch movies all day if you wanted.” You pleaded with him, giving him your best puppy dog eyes, knowing he always cracked under their gaze.

“Uh fine, I give up. But don’t come crying to me when you get your ass handed to you when I beat you for the umpteenth time in Mario.” You scoffed at him, pushing back the heavy comforters from the both of you, jumping off the bed.

“In your dreams princess. Let me know if you need me to call your fairy godmother when you crash your precious carriage.” Bucky sits up in shock, his hand over his chest.

“Oh that hurt, that was a low blow, Y/N. Way to go bring down a man’s ego.” You blew him a kiss and skipped out of your room to the living room to switch on your Xbox, Bucky following after you tying his hair back into a bun while heading into the kitchen. “Hey, babe? Pizza or Chinese?” He called out, you went to the kitchen to look over the order menus with him, leaning into his side. Heart swelling when he placed a kiss on the top of your head.

“Um...let’s get Chinese. I’m dying for some eggrolls and fried rice.” He chuckled beside you, as you put a fresh pot of coffee on.

“Chinese it is.” You put away the dishes from the dishwasher away from the other day, while Bucky called your orders in. Going through the fridge to make sure nothing was expired, tossing out what was then updating the grocery list.

“Wait...did you just call me princess? What the fuck?” You turned to see Bucky, hands on his hips, his shoulder tattoo faintly showing underneath the fabric of his shirt. Mouth turned down in a frown. You shrugged and continued on your task of going through the cupboards and pantry, writing down what else you needed. “Y/N?”

“Oh come on, don’t get your panties in a twist. Plus, it has a nice ring to it, don’t ya think?” You bowed in front of him deeply, sweeping your hand to the side to announce his presence. “Presenting Princess Bucky! Royal highness of Apartment 4B.”

“Okay that’s it, come here.” You squealed out as he reached for you, barely dodging him and running out of the kitchen, but he grabbed you from behind and brought you back into the kitchen. He turned on the faucet and reached for the hose.

“Bucky…Bucky, don’t you dare. James, I swear if you s-” He cut you off by holding you against him as he sprayed you with the hose. Cold water seeping into your clothes. “James! James, s-stop!! The water’s freezing!” But he never relented, he was about to respond when he lost his footing and slipped on the water that pooled on the floor. He pulled you down with him but made sure you fell on top of him.

“Oh fuck! That water is cold!” He screeched out as his shirt soaked up the water from the floor.

“Yeah, well serves you right for doing that to me you asshole.” You smiled down at him, brushing back the strands of hair from his face.

“Yeah, well I’m your asshole.”

“That you are.” You kissed him quickly before getting up. “Now, ready to get your butt whooped or what?”

“You are sooo going down, hope you’re good at taking notes.” The two of you stood up and made your way over to the couch. You sat on the couch legs crossed, while Bucky sat on the floor in front of you. You handed him a controller and started the game. You, of course, we're Toad and Bucky chose Luigi. It was a very tense battle between the both of you. You were surprised no one came to tell you to keep it down from all the yelling and swearing you were doing. Well….that Bucky was doing, because he was getting his ass whooped. Six times in a row.

The phone rang signaling the food delivery, which was perfect timing because you just finished the eighth race starting on the ninth. While Bucky got up to pay for the food you scrambled for his controller and quickly changed his character to none other than…..Princess Daisy. To get him back at that water stunt he pulled. Oh, revenge was so sweet. Bucky handed you your food and sat back down grabbing his controller.

“Ready for another round? See if I can be unbeatable?” He leaned his head back and you smiled down at him.

“Heck yeah. Kiss for good luck?”

“You sap.” You mumbled under your breath, giving him a quick kiss before starting the next round. You watched the countdown in excitement, waiting to see his reaction. The race started and you were off.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Bucky pointed at the screen, then he groaned out in frustration as he watched you take him down. Again. “That’s it, I give up. But don’t think this is over Y/N.” He glared at you.

“Serves you right, you jackass. That water was fucking freezing.” He continued to glare at you, but it quickly changed as he laughed along with you.

“Yeah, it was pretty cold. Sorry ‘bout that babe.” He sat on his knees and pulled you in for a kiss, which you gladly returned.

“Don’t worry about it, gives me an extra excuse to cuddle you more often. Now get up here, I’m cold and want to cuddle.” You made grabby hands at him and he chuckled, standing up. He leaned against the armrest, legs spread out in front of him, one behind your back, one resting on the floor. He opened his arms for you, letting you crawl into his lap and get comfy. He pulled the blanket from the back of the couch and draped it over your legs after he moved around a bit. You logged into Netflix and scrolled through the lists. As another roll of thunder sounded from outside, the rain hitting against the window pain.

“What do you want to watch? Action or Disney?”

“Uh…” Bucky swallowed his food before answering. “Let’s watch Doctor Who, we haven’t watched that one in a while.” You agreed eagerly, clicking on that then grabbing your food from the coffee table. The two of you watched silently, once in a while commenting on the current scene, who you thought was going to die next or what the Doctor was going to plan, etc. Chinese food long finished, you curled up against Bucky’s chest as you watched episode after episode. Soon enough, you finished the whole season and began to watch the following one. Neither of you were really paying attention to the screen, growing tired, the warmth you gave each other along with the fuzzy blanket on top of you, made it feel absolutely perfect. Eventually, your eyelids gave in and drooped shut.

The two of you slept, deaf to the rumble of the storm outside. It was the weekend, nothing else to do and nowhere to go. But you weren’t complaining, you were rained in with your best friend.

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