A/N: I’m having a blast writing lately, so here’s part two! I hope you guys are liking this series. I’ve never wrote a poly fic before, so the pressure is on FOR REAL. Thank you to @howlingbarnes@captainrogerss and @theashhole for all looking over this for me, and encouraging me to post it. I love you all.
Every ask, reblog, reply, and like is
SO appreciated. Let me know what
you think, and if you want me to continue. ♥
“So you’re actually going to move in with
them? Like you’re really going to go through with this?” Wanda asked, blending
the rest of your face with a fluffy brush. She was doing your makeup at your
request. You had to look your best around your two new male model roommates.
“All of your stuff is packed? No turning back?”
“Yeah,” you replied quickly, wiping away a stray
brush hair that was tickling your chin. “Everything is ready to go. And why
wouldn’t I, Wand? I’d be stupid not to. The rent is decent, I can actually
afford it, I have a room with a great view, and two amazingly hot men as my
roommates. What could go wrong?”
A Bucky x Thor x Reader / Polyamorous Roomate AU series
A/N: Wow so…. this is happening. I love both Bucky and Thor and I thought…. what better way than to write my first poly fic with them. I wanted to get this out tonight, so I hope ya’ll don’t mind. Please let me know what you think. Every ask, reblog, reply, and like is SO appreciated. Thank you to my bestie @howlingbarnes for reading over this for me, and for always supporting my crazy ideas. Let me know what you think, and if you want me to continue. ♥
“What am I gonna do?” you asked your best friend Wanda Maximoff, despair lacing your voice, as she stroked her fingers through your hair. “I have nowhere to go…”
“Nonsense,” she said, giving the strands between her fingers a little tug. “You can come stay with Victor and I.”
“No way!” you screeched, turning sharply toward her. Her eyes were so soft, like that of a doe’s; so brown and inviting. “I could never impose on your life like that, Wanda. You just got Victor back to yourself.”
“Y/N, don’t be so ridiculous. You’re my best friend, more like my sister. If I told Victor you needed help, he wouldn’t say no. Especially not to me…”
A/N: I had SO MUCH FUN writing part one and even more fun writing this! It’s so freeing to write for other characters, especially Thor, and to explore the marvel universe more. I just hope you guys are liking it! This whole series is based (loosely) off the song Dreams by Fleetwood Mac. Thank you to @howlingbarnes, my beautiful bestie, for reading this over for me.
Your asks, likes, reblogs, and replies are always appreciated (although
if you could reblog to get it out there, i’d appreciate it the most)!
I’d love to hear if you wish for me to continue [:
Your heart felt like it stopped in your chest, as Thor’s astonishingly clear, blue eyes pierced your very soul. You couldn’t believe it. The person you’d been dreaming about for literal years, was standing right in front of you. But how? How was this possible? Your brain worked in overdrive over every explanation, but the overpowering fuzz of uncertainty claimed the most space. Shaking your head, you tried to clear your mind and think rationally. Thor’s brow was furrowed in apparent concern, sweet wrinkles appearing by his eyes as he concentrated.
“Is everything alright?” he asked, reaching out a very large hand, and placing it on your shoulder in a genuinely concerned manner. Only five minutes in this being’s presence, and you had already deemed him perfection.
A/N: Hello! This is my first Thor fic of any capacity, so please be gentle. I’ll write your requests once I dip my toes in the water, but I wanted to write this and see if I could even do it first. What started as adorable fluff, quickly turned to slight smut, so sorry about that.This is set after Infinity War, btw. Please continue to send me Thor requests (all requests actually), so I can keep writing. I hope that you like it, and I appreciate all likes, replies, reblogs, and asks. Let me know if I should keep writing Thor, or if I’m a lost cause here. ♥
Word Count: 1,587
Warnings:
– slight smut. 18+ only.
– language, maybe?
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The loud crash of thunder and bright bolts of
lightning outside your window made you jump straight up in your bed. A small
yelp escaped your lips, as the lightning cracked too close for comfort. You
held the palm of your hand against your chest, feeling your heartbeat. You
hadn’t died of fright, which was a plus, but your insides began to ache when
you realized that the storm wasn’t created by who you hoped it’d been.
Thor…
It pained to even think of his name at this
point. He had been gone for so long, and every thunderstorm that passed through
you had watched through the windows of Stark Tower, hoping he finally coming
home to you.
A/N: This is a request I received from a lovely anon a while back, and felt inspiration to write a little something, so I hope you like it. Every like, reply, reblog and ask is so appreciated. ♥
Request:
Hey man, ilysm and your writing. I was hoping if you could write a Bucky fluff describing how morning with Bucky are. Thanks 💖
Word Count: 500
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Your eyes fluttered open as the sunlight peeking through the curtains kisses your eyelids. But there’s something else that wakes you. Soft fingertips run up the length of your exposed thigh, Bucky’s loose fitting black t-shirt the only thing covering the upper half of your body. It’s the most delightful feeling, goosebumps rising on your skin just by his touch. Your heart jumps as his face comes into focus; his deep brown eyes scanning your face, his mouth in a crooked smile that makes him even more handsome, if at all possible. His fingers turn to his entire palm, cupping your waist and pulling you closer to him.
A/N: This is a request that I received from @andhiseyesweregreen. I will attach it below. I hope you like it dear! Please let me know how you guys like it, and feel free to leave your feedback. I love to hear from you. Every like, ask, reblog, and reply is appreciated! ♥
Request: So, I’ve got a Bucky x Reader request. Bucky’s having a rough night, whether it be from nightmares/a bad mission/etc is up to you, and goes to Reader for comfort. If you could add little spoon Bucky and Reader running their fingers through his hair to help calm him, I’d be forever in your debt. Basically I’d just like all the fluff. Oh, and I got this little thought while listening to “Talk Me Down” by Troye Sivan if that helps. Please and thank you! 💜💜💜
Word Count: 1,074
Warnings: – none that I can think of. – talk of night terrors.
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Bucky’s night terrors were happening less and less frequently now but, when they did, they wreaked havoc on his emotions. It was the most devastating thing to watch, and every time he stumbled into your room at night, with his hair matted to his forehead in sweat, and his hands shaking at his sides, you wanted to take his pain away and keep it as your own. Anything to not have to watch him suffer.
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