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[thorsstorms]

What Happened to Our Love

Thor x OFC (Karley) aka me bc I needed a name lol

Summary: The snap leaves Thor a shell of the God he once was. Karley was pushed away, he didn't deserve her. What happens when the years have passed and she found love again?

Word count: 2.1k

Warnings: Extremely angsty. All angst. Slight sex mention, but no smut. 

A/N: Long long ago, in ancient times, I got request for some angsty Thor that went like this, “Could I request a Thor reader where he asks her to marry him but she turns him down and then he gets really angry and it’s kinda angsty?” submitted by @bxcksdoll. I decided to finally take the mental energy to write it and I paired it with a challenge by @thorfanficwriter that requires a ofc!! I thought I was fun! Not what I normally do but I did it!! Prompt is What happened to our love. 

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He pushed away, so much so he could barely look at her. He couldn’t bear to look at himself. A failure. A let down. Unworthy.

He was unworthy of anyone’s pity. Unworthy of her love. Karley deserved better. He couldn’t protect her. He wasn’t strong enough. His mind was lost from that day, the unbearable weight of his loss hung like a dark greying cloud that never ran out of rain. He couldn't feel her eyes showing him love and sorrow, all he felt was her eyes baring a made up look of hate, one that she could never truly give. He couldn’t be near her, be in the same room as her because it brought him a silent pain that left her in his rearview mirror.

Karley was persistent in her words and her actions. She told him she loved him every day verbally, and she showed him every day mentally and physically hoping he would see past the loss and finally see her in front of him. She had suffered the loss as well, but she was not going to let him be added to the mix so she pushed aside the shock and mourning and worked on not losing him. She gave him everything she had. She fed him, bathed him, spoke promises to him that she would never leave, that he would recover, they both would.

He didn’t want to see her that night. She brought him dinner but he locked the door. He spoke harsh words coursing through the door, wishing she would hate him but she could never. She knew the words were sprung from a form of self hatred, one he was insistent on extending to her presence.

When she woke the next morning, the tray of food was left untouched, kicked aside in the open, vacant door way. She peeked her head inside noticing the mess that ensured his allotted placement. But it was vacant of her king, her God, her love.

She wandered, screaming for him. He couldn’t have. He would never do this to her, promised he would never leave unless she asked it of him, but he lied. He was not allowed to leave her like everyone else. As much as she hated it, she needed him. He was her purpose in this new world, to care for him and to love and protect his fragile mind and soul.

Karley screamed, anger coursing through every inch of her nerves, unable to contain the reaction. She tore through the room, ripping apart the remaining evidence of his presence as he had done so to her. It was the picture of how her heart felt as if it was being torn apart inside. It was broken, but it held the audacity to continue beating, pumping blood through her veins as did his belongings, reminding her that what was once here is gone.

He left you.

As much as it tortured her, she wouldn’t stop. She slept in his bed every night, reminiscing of the days he would profess his love to her, claiming her as his princess, treat her with the utmost loyalty. The nights he would have her mewling his name in ecstasy, proclaiming his heart in a breathless verse. The days he would tease her, joke and play in a manner that had her laughing till red in the face, filling her eyes in awe.

The days passed where she would numbly yearn for his return, springing unwanted tears when he was mentioned or thought of. The team should have known better by now. She gave up looking nearly a year in, he didn’t want to be found.

Steve watched her slowly dissipate herself away, turning into a shell of the girl who was once the life of the team, the female counterpart to the Godly asset. Full of life and wit. He tried to speak with her, almost giving up until she came to the realization that this is what Thor had done to her, she was doing it to Steve, the man who was once her second hand partner in crime, her late night cheat meal oreo buddy.

Steve came to her one morning bringing strawberries, her favorite fruit filled with such energy and flavor. Karley let him into her mind, apologizing for her behavior. The whole team lost their livelihood, she could no longer be so selfish. She cried in his arms, wailing at her loss of the love of her life, questioning why everything happens for a reason. What was the reason? He shed tears at her peril, his partner, his joyful sister that deserved so much more.

She made a pact to better herself from this morning forward. They both were going to clean up and stop bathing in sorrow. Karley met Steve downstairs a few hours later, ready to go outside and bathe in the heat, in the sunlight that felt like a curse floating through the depression of a city.

The routine did good for them both. The vitamin D helped find the light at the end of their tunnel. He was her companion, the one she needed to breathe the breath of fresh air with. She jogged with him, feasted with him, shared a bed with him. They both confided in each other, needed each other. It became good. The best thing for them both, the light in each others world.

That was until Thor was found. Word he had made a return to New Asgard was wafting through the airspace while the team was crowding around the speaker phone call. He was back to torture her, to feed into her soul with rage and curiosity.

Steve and Karley agreed to not ponder and prod at his location. She came to the conclusion that if he cared for her even in the slightest, he would have returned to her for the sake of the aftermath she faced.

Steve saw red when the look on her face returned from years ago. He was not to let this man ruin what they have built in each other.

She lived the year on with the super soldier, happier than she had ever been. She bared his child with want, sported his love on a light catching ring that found it way to her finger. Though a marriage seemed preposterous in the times, it was the declaration of the promise that meant the most. He promised to love her through her ever dragging lows and her energy promised highs. Words that had been spoken to her before but the healing in her soul was one that allowed trust to sink back in. Trust that Steve would never do that to her, and she would never think of doing it to him.

The day that Bruce was in cahoots with locating the God and finding him was the day her curiosity got the best of her. She was never to leave Steve, she couldn’t. But she deserved her answers, especially with the promise of greater, recovering times to come.

Steve followed with a kiss as Karley lead herself inside the home that was described as ‘the Kings’. Three and a half waited outside the door in respect for her. Though it was easy to eavesdrop for them, the thought was what counted.

He stood in all his glory, frozen in fear as the long lost woman neared him in the comfort of his own makeshift resort. Her line of sight was fierce into his own shining blue eyes that had never changed in all the years. He cowered in light of her gaze, never wavering from his eyes. His shame was filled to the brim. She neared him with shallow footsteps, noting the look of his home, the smell of his home, the friends in his home, and the God who stood before her- in his home.

Her voice was quiet, taut in the beginning. She spoke of her love for him, never ending, never could end, even in his lowest of lows. He admired her strength as she spoke her hurt, voice gaining volume and passion. The angry tears that seeped from Karley’s eyes for her own past self, for a lover that didn’t seem to care for her anymore. He stared in awe of her glowing healthy stature, unable to get a word in, not yet feeling as if he deserved a word yet or ever.

Thor’s mind was unsafe. It raced with contradiction as she spilled her words that mirrored themselves with love and hate. She loved him, she hated him. His mind was not one that could be labeled as stable. He saw regret when he looked at her, wishing her love was never ending as it had once been. He was clouded by the thought of her love being what it once was. It could be there again, she could love him as she did. Karley said it herself, she still loves him, but it was mixed upon words that were a blur to his ears. She loved him.

Before her words came to an end, he interrupted her. Proclaiming his love for her, but she could not take him seriously. He was ill, mentally. He needed to find himself again. He had been buried in so many layers that he was gone and he couldn’t reach the surface anymore. All he could think was that she loved him, and he loves her.

You loved him. And he loves you.

What else matters?

“Marry me?” His words were so filled with hope. What had Karley spoken other than the words, she loved him. His eyes and mind were glazed with the hallucination. In the split second he spoke he was flashed with her love from years ago, the passion that filled both their actions. He longed for it again. But he was blocked from the dark times. They didn’t exist in his mind.

“I have found new love Thor, I will not marry you.” Karley’s words were so filled with astonishment that he would say such a thing. How could she ever.

Her Steve was only yards away, forever loving her as she loved him. Forever loving their child that was being held in his arms only yards away. There was no one to care for the two year old so she was tagged along with. Her beautiful blue eyes shone with the promise of Steve and Karley’s own journey together. Steve held James in his arms while he listened to her exchange inside the walls. Jamie’s hands were clapping lightly over Steve’s cheeks to entertain herself while he listened intently, ready to hand her to Bruce so he could intervene.

“But you said you loved me.” Thor’s voice held deep venom filled with betrayal, eyes catching onto the shining ring placed delicately around Karley’s finger. He stalked forward a few steps, eyes racing with thoughts.

“I wish I could stop, because you don’t deserve it.” It was a battle she fought everyday up to this very moment, though it was blinded at times when baby James made her appearance.

His voice was roaring with anger. His emotions were not in control. He was not the same love, the love that was fabricated in her mind of a God that no longer exists. He was shaking with confusion, no longer in control.

Steve decided now was the time to step in, she was not to be alone in the house with someone who had that much uncontrolled power at his will. Steve didn’t know what he was going to step in on, was not prepared for the changed man, though he didn’t hesitate to push her behind him.

“You,” Thor’s voice was laced with poison at new body in the room, Thor knew Steve was the one who stole Karley’s heart. Steve lept to action as Thor took an ill timed swing at him. Thor was no match, not while his mind was so clouded. One’s mind and body must cooperate to finesse a winning spar, Thor was not up to par with Steve anymore. One day he would find his peace.

Thor sat on his knees in defeat, looking up at the super soldier as if he was superior. His eyes strained with tears pleading with Karley to love him. His frame racked with sobs, all his regret was coming to the surface on the floor of his dirty makeshift home. He was broken and needed help.

Karley planted herself next to Thor, glaring at Steve as he made warning eyes at her movement towards the man that was once a threat in the past minutes. She grasped his cheeks making him look at her face. His head preened into her touch, it’s been so long since he has felt the delicate affection of another.

“I have not come here to mourn with you, or fight with you. Though I have unanswered questions, those will have to wait until you are well. I have come to ask for your help, Thor. We need you.”

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A/N: So Im a piece of shit and haven't been separating my tag lists. If you don't want to be tagged in anything but Abroad, let me know via Ask to make sure I see it. (if its not an Ask it may get lost in my notifications) If you want to be tagged in all Thor, all Steve, all Bucky, or whatever, just clarify if you care, if not i’ll keep you on this one. 

[past-perfect-future-tense]

Stormy-blue

So first off I’m sorry this took me so long to post my submission in the #thorfanficwriters500challenge

Thank you @thorfanficwriter for the extension and I hope you like it! Thanks for hosting and actually this was my first time entering a writing challenge. It was about time I threw myself into the fire like you ladies do. So my character was Bucky and the lyric I chose was, “You got your hair slicked back and Wayfarers on, baby...”  This pic was the one I pictured of him...

I appreciate feedback and be gentle for when I sat down to write this is what happened.

Word count 1264 No warnings, just some fluff.

tagged @dracris33 @lokislittlewarrior @michelehansel @xmarveled @lookwhatyoumademequeue @lancsnerd

    He wasn’t a fan of the cold. After the past he had there wasn’t a soul on earth living or dead that would blame him for that. So when his friends/coworkers had suggested that he take a vacation he had no reason to say no. He’d never actually been on a vacation. Then again in his 90 plus years in this life his hadn’t been a normal one by any means. So with a suggestion from the AI, who incidentally took into consideration his past, recommended San Diego, California. 

San Diego, California was a place he’d never been. It was considered the birthplace of California. So it was new and unfamiliar in a completely different way. It wasn’t a place he’d hidden in to escape the world after he’d tried to figure out exactly who he was and what he wanted from his life, weather it was a small eastern European country or the magical nation of Wakanda. A place he’d never been, warm weather, sun, of his own accord, and not hiding from anyone sounded like perfection. 

He slowly explored all the popular places, to which lucky for him it was the off season and he didn’t have to deal with too many crowds. Enjoying the zoo, Balboa park, beaches, and a numerous strolls along the waterfront downtown were all well and good. However he had read of a festival that he was looking forward too. That festival being called Dia De Los Muertos or in english Day of the Dead. 

Being that California was once a part of Mexico, it’s only natural that many of the mother countries traditions are still honored and celebrated. Dia De Los Muertos is a celebration of life that honors our ancestors and loved ones who have gone on before us. They believe that if you remember them and honor them, they are never truly gone. Many of these celebrations are done with altars or offrendas that are decorated with candles, photos, momentos or items that remind us of your honored departed, calaveras (skulls made from a sugar dough painted with bright colors), food and flowers.

All of this attracted him and he knew this celebration would take place in the time he was there in San Diego, most specifically the oldest part of San Diego being called Old Town. On the first day of the festivities he made sure to arrive with enough time to see everything. He was alone so he took his time, watching everyone and everything unfold in front of him. He’d never witnessed anything like this before and wasn’t sure what to expect. Seemingly watching the people gather in their bright costumes and ornately skull painted faces fascinated him. He had so many questions but had no idea who to ask. So he waited and watched. 

The crowds got bigger and bigger as the day turned to evening. He knew there would be a parade that started on the one end of the main street and continued into the park where a prayer would be said offering blessings to the dead as well as the living. Eventually his eyes settled on a group of women who were dressed in brightly colored outfits, with flowers in their hair, and their face painted as skulls. Each one were skulls but they each had different details and colors that complimented their attire. One woman stood out to him and he watched her as she laughed and smiled with the other women who were waiting for the parade to start. He noticed her bright yellow dress that was off her shoulders and red shawl that wrapped around her arms. Her femininity is what caught his eye. She was beautiful and no amount of skull makeup could hide that. Oh how he wished he could approach her and talk to her like he would’ve if this was 1940. However it’s not and he’s not quite that same young man who had once charmed the ladies. 

While he watched her she was also watching him. She couldn’t help it. He was tall, shoulder-length brown hair pulled back in a ponytail at the nape of his neck, wearing a long sleeve blue henley, dark jeans, and a glove on his left hand. She didn’t care as to why he wore a single glove, how could she? She was dressed as a skeleton, holding a candle waiting to walk in a parade. Oh how she wished she could see his eyes. “You’ve got your hair slicked back, and Wayfarers on, baby…”  The song lyric rang out in her head as she decided it was time, time to talk to him. She’d never forgive herself if she didn’t.  

After she excused herself from her friends, she walked her way through the crowd towards him. He saw her as she stopped just inside his space and smiled at him. He smiled and took off he sunglasses and placed them upon his head. She wasn’t prepared for the stormy blue color of his eyes. In all actuality she would probably never be prepared to see them and yet loved the butterflies looking into them gave her. She reached out her hand and introduced herself. “Hola” 

“Buenos noches senorita. Como estas?” He asked as he took her right hand in his and much to her surprise he held onto it, pulling her closer to him. 

“Muy bien gracias, senor. Yo me llamo Charlotte.” She introduced herself and watched him as he looked to the ground and then back up to her.  

He started to say something but paused for a moment and then began, “Charlotte. Charlotte, such a beautiful name, it’s fitting.” A smile swept across her face and she could feel her face heat up thus being grateful that she was wearing makeup so he couldn’t his effect on her. “Charlotte, my name is James but please call me Bucky.”

“Well Bucky, it’s nice to meet you. May I ask you a question?” She smiled at him. 

“You can ask me anything.” Bucky says with boyish enthusiasm. 

“Well I wondering if you’d escort me in the parade? Which is about to start as I can hear the Mariachis beginning to play.” Charlotte asked him. 

Bucky squeezed her hand gently and then let go of it. He offered her his left arm and smiled as he began to answer her. “It would be my honor to escort you this evening, so long as you answer any and all my questions I have about everything.” 

Charlotte took his arm, “I’ll answer any questions you have, about anything.” 

“Okay, my first question is will you have a late dinner with me afterwards?” Bucky had the most beautiful smile and she couldn’t help but be happy that she was the reason for his smile. 

“There is nothing I’d rather do Bucky then have dinner with you.” Actually there were many others things she’s like to do with him but in time she thought as he was so handsome and sexy in the most unassuming way. He thought something similar as he couldn’t help but be attracted to her in a much similar fashion. They smiled at each other as an elderly lady approached them and lit Charlotte’s candle as the parade was beginning. “Muchas gracias ustedes.” She said to the elderly woman who winked at them and went over to someone else who’s candle needed to be lit. They could see the crowd ahead of them move forward as the candles lit the way and the music serenaded them as their journey in life began with death.

[letstalkaboutsebbaby]

Eyes

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Annie (OFC)

Author: Deb @letstalkaboutsebbaby / @letswriteaboutsebbaby  art by: @coffeebucko

Rating: fluff 

Author’s Note: This is a submission for #thorfanficwriter500challenge, by @thorfanficwriter (thank you sweetheart!) and my prompt is “Nobody on the beach”.

Blue. She opens her eyes to see the most beautiful blue. Annie was sleeping in the passenger’s seat when a hand in her leg brought her back to consciousness, so she opens her eyes and the roof was down, giving her an ample view of the beautiful blue sky.

“I thought you would like to see the beach” Bucky says from the driver’s seat. Annie turns her head to look at him and holds his hand - currently resting on her thigh.

“Yes, thanks…” she turns to the window and admires the nice motion of the waves, noticing the beach is empty “Bucky, babe, there’s nobody on the beach”.

“Yeah, this city is pretty empty it seems”

“Can we stop for a bit?” she knows Bucky hates the beach. Too much stares always gets him unsteady.

“Doll, I really want to get to the hotel soon” 

“Come on, Bucky, we never do! I miss the ocean so much...I promise I won’t ask again if we go now” she says squeezing his hand.

It doesn’t matter how strong and focused he is, when she asks him something he knows he can give her, it’s impossible to say no. He inclines his head and smiles, not even surprised by the hold she has over his heart.

“You better put two towels on the seat when we get back” he mumbles. Annie smiles and kisses his cheek.

To be on the beach is not as horrible as Bucky thought it would be - especially because it’s only him and Annie - and he’s honestly having fun; his girl even convinced him to get into the ocean. He chases her there and they end up kissing, her legs wrapped on his hips, the water touching their chest.

“Thank you, Bucky”

“My pleasure, doll. I love this beautiful smile on your face” he whispers, his arms holding her closer. At the beach, a group of teenagers sit, laughing loudly over their talk. Annie can feel Bucky’s posture changing.

“Relax, babe…do you want to go?”

“No, let’s stay. We’ll go after they go”

“Bucky, you have nothing to hide”

“I’m not hiding, I’m enjoying the day at the beach with my girl”

No matter what he says, she knows he doesn’t want the kids to see his arm; she won’t pressure him, only wanting Bucky to feel at ease. After half an hour, though, she’s feeling cold and tired.

“I don’t think they’re leaving anytime soon, Bucky...can we go now? My lips are getting numb”

“So you’re complaining about my kisses now?” he whines jokingly.

“Never, I’m just cold and hungry, babe. They won’t even look at us”

“I’m not worried about them”

“Great, let’s go then!” she jumps out of him and starts to walk out, pulling his arm.

As she said, no one even looked at them and getting in the car, Bucky finally felt relaxed again. “I’m sorry I spoil the fun, doll” he hols Annie’s hand and brings it to his lips, kissing the back of it.

She smiles at him “You’re free to spoil all our outgoings with hot endless kisses, babe”.

[jobean12-blog]

Oh how beautiful! My two favorite things...Bucky and the beach! I adored this!

Eyes

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Annie (OFC)

Author: Deb @letstalkaboutsebbaby / @letswriteaboutsebbaby  art by: @coffeebucko

Rating: fluff 

Author’s Note: This is a submission for #thorfanficwriter500challenge, by @thorfanficwriter (thank you sweetheart!) and my prompt is “Nobody on the beach”.

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