#Rekindle

[rekindlevn]

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[minthe-drawings]

"Given the chance, would you try again?"✨

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2 shitty doodles and one slightly shaded singer dude

[holylulusworld]

Rekindle - Flufftober 2

Summary: Thor and you meet again.

Pairing: Chubby!Thor Odinson x Exgirlfriend!Reader

Square 13 filled for @avengersbingo (expired): Reunited

Square 15 filled for @marvelfluffbingo (expired): old flame

Square 6 filled for @anyfandomgoesbingo: Free Space

Warnings: Thor has low self-esteem, fluff, a tiny hint of naughtiness, mentions of past breakup, a hint of harassment towards chubby Thor

Rating: Mature

Trope: Reunion

Words: 1029

Kinktober vs Flufftober 2023

The wind blows a little harder today, but you still smile.

Fall finally arrived, and you are giddy like a child to collect leaves and visit the pumpkin patch.

The world changed once again. The world order was restored.  People came back, and everyone got a second chance.

Even if you are not the lucky one who got her true love back, you’re happy for the others having the chance to love each other again.

“Another one, please,” you dip your head as a familiar voice catches your attention. It comes from one of the seats outside your favorite bakery. “It’s delicious, ma’am.”

You step closer, eyes glued to the man ordering another slice of pumpkin pie. “Thor?” You blink a few times. He’s still as handsome as you remember, but he’s got a belly now.

A thick blonde beard frames his face, and he’s got long dreadlock-style blonde hair. He looks different, but his eyes are the same.

“It’s really you!” you smile widely and hug Thor before he can react. “It’s good to see you. How have you been?”

“Y/N?” He gasps as you won’t let go of him. “I-I’m good. Uh-I try to get in shape again and find a place where I belong.”

“Whoa, a lot is going on in your life.” You let go of Thor and smile at him. “I heard what happened to Asgard. I’m so sorry, Thor.”

“It’s…we found a new place. We’re about to build a new home for the survivors,” Thor drops his eyes to his belly. “I’m not the man you used to know, huh?”

“Why are you saying this?” You sit on the free chair at his table. “Did you change so much? I can still see the kind man I met five years ago.”

“You’re too kind to speak the truth. Look at me, dove. I’m fat and useless,” he sighs deeply. “I just can’t find a reason to…” Thor shakes his head. “I’m sorry. I didn’t want to bother you.”

“You didn’t bother me at all, Thor,” you reach out to touch his hand. “We all have ups and downs. You’ve lost so much. No one could endure such pain without losing hope. But I know you are strong enough to overcome all of this.”

“I lost more than hope,” he sheepishly admits. “There is nothing worth living for any longer. Most of my days I spend at the café, eating more food to fill the emptiness inside of me.”

“Thor, in front of me still sits the man sweeping me off of my feet,” you squeeze his hand. “If you want to have a slice of pie, I can keep you company. I wanted to have some tea and pumpkin pie too before I go to the pumpkin patch.”

“Pumpkin patch?” Thor’s eyes sparkle.

He remembers how you invited him to go to a pumpkin patch before your relationship fell apart. Thor had to leave to help Asgard and didn’t return for almost a year.

Jane Foster came back into the picture, and before he knew it, you broke up. You didn’t want to share his heart with another woman or spend years apart from the man you love.

“YES! They got the best pumpkins, or so I heard. I want to find the perfect pumpkins to decorate my store and home,” you hastily explain. “You know how I get when it comes to decoration.”

“I remember,” he flashes you a smile, making his cheeks dimple. Thor places one hand on his belly, sighing once again. He’s not the good-looking man you dated years ago in his opinion.

You smile at Thor as the waitress places the plate with the pie in front of him. She looks Thor up and down, judging him for ordering another slice of pie by dropping her eyes on his belly. The woman shakes her head before turning her attention toward someone yelling at her.

“I…you recognized me,” he whispers to not catch the waitress’s attention. “People these days don’t do this often.”

“Why wouldn’t I recognize you, Thor?” You frown deeply. “You’re still my Thor. Of course, I recognized you, dummy.” You grin.

“Y/N, you don’t have to pretend. I know how I look,” Thor mumbles. He dares not to meet your eyes; afraid he’ll see what he sees in most women's eyes these days. Rejection and disgust.

“Thor, you should know me better,” you get up from your chair to cup his face to look Thor deep in the eyes. “I always admired and loved the man you are, not how you looked. He’s still there, I can see him in your eyes. You lost your way for a moment, but you will find your footing and get back on your feet. And I like me a cozy belly to…”

“…to what?” He furrows his brows when you dip your head to whisper something far from innocent in his ear while you run your hand over his belly. Thor gulps hard, suddenly feeling hungry for something else than pie. “Oh—”

“If you are free, you could join me to choose the pumpkins for decoration and pie, and later, we can go for a walk and collect a few colorful leaves.”

“I’d like that,” Thor watches you sit back down, a content smile on his face. “How many pumpkins do you need?”

“Enough for two,” you return his smile, feeling your heart flutter when Thor grabs your hand to hold it like he used to do.

Maybe this is the chance you have been waiting for.

Thor is back in your life, and you’d be damned if you let him walk out on you ever again. You’ll give him something that he’s longing for.

A home and someone who’ll love him unconditionally…

Tags in reblog.

[pepeshiagent]

“Promise me you will keep an eye on him after I’m gone. Because he won’t remember anything, and he will rack his brain trying to figure where the pain is coming from. What caused it.”

Thank you all CC creators. 🕸

[sobbdeep]

A relit cigarette never tastes the same.

Move on sis.

[massivementalitynut]

My Late Night Delight Comm of Markus Thorn from @blue-berry-88

[afza147]

Ep5 Dear Hyeri(3)

Ending a short term rekindle

[goodvibesatpeace]

[junkerd0]

Desire

what defines a want, versus a need?

drunk words are sober thoughts, is what they say.

i belive that it’s an insight to the subconscious; still sober, but not thought about.

i don’t think about missing you.

but I know I do.

i’ll write and write with no escape from you.

do you even read these?

you know the persona I’ve made, an account with no attachment to my true self.

but you know the connection, you’re the only person I’ve ever trusted.

yet I still trust you, hence why I haven’t changed; I still post my struggles in hope you see.

my whole life I’ve chased, it’s all I’ve ever known.

the thrill of the hunt is what I live for, but I’ve grown tired.

I crave for you to hunt me; seek me out and reconnect.

you know how to reach out to me, I’ll never keep that passage blocked

yet you don’t initiate the chase, do you still keep your end of the bargain?

i love you, I say as I’m plastered, alone, in the park we came to love.

a six pack sits next to me, tasting uglier than ever.

yet all I think about is your beauty; not just physical but spiritual.

sat upon the hill we last sat at, i wish you hand was intertwined with mine.

why did I ever let you go?

that mistake haunts me to this day, 254 days later.

i’ll admit I lied.

i think about missing you all the time, it never leaves my mind.

like a scar that is a fragment of old times.

you own me, my heart and my soul.

it all belongs to you.

no matter how intoxicated i am, whether I’m drunk, high or sober; I miss you with weight only comparable to what Atlas must endure on the daily.

3/6.

is how much I’ve drank, this beer tastes of death.

i’ll continue to drink as a way to mask my feelings.

only my face feels fuzzy, you beside me made my entire existence feel fuzzy.

yet no amount of drinks will make me ever feel the same.

a 45 minute drive.

something I’d never think twice about making.

39 miles, approximately 2.3 gallons of post-industrial elixir.

an approximate 6 dollar ride to heaven, a ride I can only wish to make every day .

your name and mine, next to eachother since the beging of time.

biblical and sylabilic.

we were meant to be.

tears drop from my eyes as I write this, I listen to songs that remind me of you.

did you know my band is covering the song I love you most to?

to be high on life, with you is to live, and baby I’m dying.

[rekindlevn]

Does Oz have a favorite partner for MC? Or just someone they liked most?

[minthe-drawings]

✨💖Meet Niko💖✨

Your charismatic childhood best friend with an eye for fashion!📷 Childhood romances can stand the test of time, right?

[dates-tears-bandageaids]

July 04. 2024

And here we are again 

Me sitting on an hotel floor, with my family by a pool, while I write how much I miss kissing you and touching you

Because of course we put our hands on each other, of course we whispered confessions into our mouths and said goodbye with a promise that things will be different now

They're not

Because I am once again, on a hotel floor, with my family by a pool, while I write how much I miss kissing and touching you

I won't write about the two nights we spent together, cause I still cherish them, and we both know I only write about pain, sadness and anger in here

So when that shoe drops

I'll be back 

[etreflowerbleue]

Restart

And so we’re here again

The silence lingering

The coldness settling in

I’ve said mine,

You’ve said yours

And I’ve said mine again

So it’s your turn

Tell them to me,

All that I did

I promise, I will listen

Yes, it’s your turn

I’m more concerned about your hurt,

Right now,

Much more than how I am feeling

And cause it’s your turn

My better part,

Tell them to me gently

And with your heart

And let’s agree on how to fix them

Then, restart.

--Flower Bleue

[angelkwill]

Eternal Flame

The light is within—always was, is, and will be. Even if it’s just a small, flickering flame—
it just needs a little attention. Believe to receive;a re-kindling fire can inspire,making it blaze once again. -akw- ___©2024 Angel K WillBlog Photo by Rahul Pandit from PexelsLive Inspired, Love Well, Laugh OftenCheck out the bookstore; check out the art store

[pepeshiagent]

Warning: [PG-13] This story contains elements, language, and topics that are not suited for minors, and can be sensitive to you. Please read at your own discretion.

[ REKINDLE | ACT I: The Grim Reaper Pays a Visit ]

October 1, 2025. 333 years since the Spellcaster Trials.

He had finished tormenting and pulling out the last soul connected to the Spellcaster Trials. Sending them to the void was nothing but vengeance from his part. Vengeance for everything that they did to his beloved, more than to him. He couldn’t care less about his past titles, power, or himself.

He thought about when he used to be alive, a good person, while making his way to Glimmerbrook. He no longer carried the goodness in him that he once did. Grief, hate, remorse, vengeance… all lived within him. All made him into what he is now: Death itself.

As Lucian emerged from the depths into the ruins of the Magic Realm’s entrance, he was taken aback. It had been more than a hundred years since the trials… and somehow the entrance to the Magic Realm was standing tall once again. He, of course, hasn’t been around Glimmerbrook since the day he died. Many things occurred between then and now… and he was always in the hunt for specific souls that had moved out of this magical place. 

As his Death Scythe touched the entrance, Lucian quickly realized that only people, beings, who had been granted permission could enter. It bothered him immensely, it made his anger grow. Theron must be turning in his grave right now, or so he thought. And he needed to deal with this, with whoever touched and rebuilt Theron’s precious creation. As he was about to strike one of the pillars, he felt someone else approaching and turned around to face them.

“Reapers aren’t welcome here, friend.”

A young man in his early 20’s. A spellcaster. Just what in the world had happened in Glimmerbrook while he was away? When did Glimmerbrook started being so accepting of… of… of all this!? 

Lucian stared at him, while slowly lowering his scythe. A warning. The boy stared back, his frown deepening and his guard up. For Lucian, it was easy to crawl into the boy’s insides, to drag his claws along the walls of his soul… only to discover their impenetrability. Something, someone powerful was shielding those walls. It was all Lucian needed to know before retreating into the depths. The Magic Realm’s entrance… the boy…

He was going to trace the boy’s steps and whereabouts… and find whoever did all of this… Whoever was shielding the boy, that must be it…

If only Lucian knew…

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