Love-real

we may be hollow, but we’re brave

Summary: Even had insisted they spend the night before their wedding apart, because he’s dramatic as fuck, but he ends up calling Isak anyway. Isak doesn’t even try to hide how endeared he is.

Words: 1,248

Isak groans as he adjusts the pillow under his head for the thirtieth time that night. It’s the first time in weeks he’s had to fall asleep without Even, and it’s fucking with him bad. Once upon a time, he thought he’d outgrow this urgent need to have Even next to him, touching him, just being with him always. But after a year together, he feels the exact same desperate ache for Even as he had when they first met—when real love, the kind that comes naturally with Even, still felt like a fleeting fantasy. He’s more or less accepted that forever is in his grasp now, but being without him when Isak could so easily drive over to Even’s parents’ place and crawl into his bed, still feels like the worst kind of self-inflicted torture.

He’d whined to Jonas about it for a good two hours earlier, until Jonas had threatened to hand over best man duties to Magnus instead. Isak had been scared enough to shut the fuck up, but not he’d just pouted silently instead. “I can’t wait until Even marries you, this whole engagement has brought out the clingiest, sappiest parts of both of you,” Jonas had complained.

“Do you really think that it’ll get better after we get married?”

Jonas considered this for a moment, before burying his head in his hands. “Fuck, it’ll be even worse.”

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Being with you is my favorite thing and when I leave you I almost feel like it wasn’t real. Like I dreamed it all up. I usually have so much control over my feelings and I will be completely honest I have tried so much to not think of you but nothing ever works. You fill my entire mind and you have ever since that night in November when you talked to me about music and let me wear your flannel when I was cold. I am a fool for you and I’m done with hiding how I feel because it’s all too much.
—  real shit

it’s so comforting to me that louis /knows/ us. with other ppl, even ppl I’m a fan of, they seem to mostly see the obnoxious side of a fandom or rlly just the “twitter fandom” bc that’s what they use, which is usually not a good representation of respectful devoted fans. but louis has shown time and time again that he knows /us/. sending little messages to us that other ppl wouldn’t understand, talking about how incredible we are and the things he sees, how we know what things mean, responding to things on twitter that are very obviously from specific types of fans bc of their word choices. and, idk it’s just… I’m rlly glad that he knows how much we support and love him. the real him. and that we’re focused on his music and his charity work and his personality and his /happiness/ before anything else. it comforts me knowing that he probably stalks tumblr and sees posts with thousands of notes that say nothing but we support him, no matter what. that we trust him. I don’t rlly know how to articulate it??? there’s such an emotional connection between louis and us, it doesn’t even feel like we’re just fans of a celebrity. it feels like we’re a team. and the best part is, I know he feels that way too.

Trying to please everyone is probably the best way to end with the real you. We tend to behave and do things for others, not necessarily because we feel like it but because we are afraid of letting them down, and it is never enough. The only solution is to stay true to who God says you are instead of what you are trying to look like for people. Those who truly love you won’t get angry when you say “no”, and those who do, aren’t really there for who you are, but for what you have to offer, and that is not real love.
A Fic Relay - KaiSoo
  • Challenge: Start a short story and then tag the next person you want to continue the story. Any word count is fine as long as the story continues.

Kyungsoo watches the kids play outside by the window. It’s raining and the kids are out playing under the rain. To say that he’s okay staying indoors is a lie, because he wants to go out and play with the kids too. But not just that, he also wants to experience how it feels like to have the droplets of rain soak him up from head to toe. However, her mom refuses to allow him to play under the rain in fear of him getting a cold right after.

But Kyungsoo just wants to play.

Envious of the other kids, Kyungsoo hides himself by burying his face on his arms laden on the window sill. The kids are splashing water on each other, skipping on the puddles, playing tag and spraying water gun on each other’s heads, but Kyungsoo could only sigh.

But when he lifts his head to see what the kids are up to this moment, Kyungsoo spots the new kid near their yard, crouched down while watching something on the ground. He doesn’t know his name yet, because the new kid just moved the previous day.

Taking a careful look towards the lonely boy in front of their yard, Kyungsoo saw him poking his stick on something floating in the puddle of water on the ground, until he sees a paper boat floating on it. Kyungsoo starts to wonder where the boy got his paper-like boat, so he calls him.

“Yah! Yah! Where did you get that boat?”

The other kid raises up his head, but then turns to his paper boat floating. However, the paper boat sinks and his shoulders sag.

“Hey! Talk to me!” Kyungsoo keeps on calling, but gasps when he sees the paper boat becomes a soggy mess on the puddle. “What happened? What happened! Why did it sink? Tell Kyungie! Tell me!”

The boy looks up at him and then runs closer to his window. However, a fence blocks his way to get closer to Kyungsoo.

“It’s a boat made from paper! I made it, because I want to be a captain of a ship like my Papa one day, but it sank!” The boy who was timid seconds ago, speaks up in answer.

“You made it?” Kyungsoo can’t believe it. He hasn’t known a paper can become a boat.

“I did! Papa, taught me how to make it!” The drenched boy answers, nodding his head firmly.

“Whoa! I want to have a paper boat too!” Kyungsoo finally kneels on his stool where he was just sitting earlier, half of his body is now on display before the kid’s eyes.

The kid’s lips tug up into a wide smile as he jumps in excitement, his eyes shining brightly. “Do you want to make paper boats with me later, then?”

“Yes! Yes! Teach me how to make paper boats!” Kyungsoo jumps in excitement too, not minding how his knees would hurt from his movement.

“Okay!” The boy gives him two thumbs up and another huge smile. “But what can I call you?”

“I’m Kyungsoo, Captain!” Kyungsoo giggles and makes a salute that he sees from the drama his mom loves to watch on T.V.

The boy giggles in return. “Aye! Call me Jongin!” He makes a salute as well. “Kyungsoo! I’ll go back home first to shower then I’ll come back here so we can play!”

“Okay, Okay! See you later, Captain Nini!”

“See you!” Jongin waves happily and runs away.

Kyungsoo might not have a chance to play in the rain, but making paper boats sounds more fun and exciting to him now.


[i’m not a good writer XD BUT THIS IS GOING TO BE FUN! Tagging: @kaisoohaven

anonymous asked:

The real reason we haven't seen Jaina since she ragequit the Kirin Tor is that she's busy becoming an assassin. When the time is right she's going to kill Sargeras with her own two hands while Khadgar watches.

Confirmed. She’s been secretly paying Garona for tutoring, and the two have struck up an odd friendship as a result. Mostly because they both agree Khadgar is A Bit Much™.

Sooner (Maxwell & MC)

Summary: Maxwell grieves the loss of the woman he loved. (Inspired by real life events.)
Word Count: 806
Setting: Royal Romance + 50-60 years
Rating: Teen (Death themes)
A/N: I had been wanting to write a Maxwell & MC that was super romancey, and recently some things have happened in my life that made me pour myself into this and making it into the story it should be. So hope you enjoy it!

Sixty-seven years. That’s how long we were together. Her smile, her touch, her being which could light up a room: all of them were gone in an instant, in the dead of night; the things I took for granted but now would sacrifice every drop of blood, every limb or organ just so I could see them one last time.
Three years, one month, one week, and two days from the moment we met to when she agreed to marry me. Dating two years, engaged for one; she was the best part of me and now she was gone. Seventy years altogether.

Three kids: a daughter and two sons. Four grandchildren: two boys and two girls. I’d built my entire life around her. We raised all seven of them, but we did it together.

Her health had been declining for years, being in and out of hospitals and rehabilitation centers since our youngest grandchild’s ninth birthday. She went into the hospital with pneumonia, and again several months later with an erratic heartbeat, and on and on from illness to illness, consciousness to unconsciousness; there were so many times I may have been the least bit prepared, but for her to go to sleep one night to simply not wake up the next morning. For her sake, I’m glad she went peacefully, I’m glad her family was all there to see her before as if somehow we all knew she wasn’t long for this world; but for my sake, it made it all much harder to bear.

We made it through the death of our parents and the birth of our children and our grandchildren, through the nervous breakdown I had after my brother’s death. We made it through sickness and health, better and worse, richer and poorer. Why couldn’t we have made it through one night?

I remember our wedding vividly. She never wanted a big todo about the wedding, which Bertrand fought adamantly. “You’re marrying into House Ramsford! Cordonian nobility! If you’re going to be a Beaumont you need to be ready to have the public eye on you at all times!”
To which she replied, “And I will, after I am a Beaumont. But now I’m me, and I wish to say goodbye to this for one last time.” At that point, Bertrand agreed. I don’t know if after knowing her for so long he just gave up trying to fight her, or he actually learned to love her—though I suppose it was a little bit of both. And so we had a simple ceremony, right after her church service in America like we had always jokingly planned, but planned nonetheless; simple and elegant at the same time, just like she was.
Now, back at the same church so many years later. The flowers no longer held in her hand, but sprayed across her casket. Our daughter and granddaughter daughter chose the flowers, and they looked as though she chose them herself—the two were so much like her that in a way I guess she did. She was dressed in purple, which I always insisted was the best color for her— our son chose that— and she looked more beautiful than I could say.

I remember buying our first house together, both of us saving every penny to afford it. Carrying her across the threshold, and each one of our children. Buying her flowers every time I passed a store, pets when she wanted them, her favorite foods, clothes, everything I could— I’d spoil her all she’d let me. All I could think about was those first three years. My children and their families had gathered at the house to receive visitors, and I just needed to hear myself say it out loud, “I should’ve married her sooner.” I blurted out.
“What are you talking about, Dad?” My youngest son looked up from his plate at me.
“Three years was too long to waste because I thought I needed to go through the formality.” I sighed as my voice began to break.
“Papa, you couldn’t have married her any earlier!” My granddaughter shouted, inserting herself into the conversation.
“I should’ve married her the second I had the chance,” I replied, shaking my head, “when you have someone that means that much to you, you’re allowed to move a little fast.”

I meant every word, as she did when she said it to me. We originally wanted to wait and save up money for the wedding, do it the way Cordonia wanted to see it. A Beaumont Ball rather than a meaningful wedding, but neither of us wanted that. We moved up the wedding five months the minute we decided that we didn’t care anymore, and that the marriage meant more than the wedding. Words I always held dear, words I always will.

anonymous asked:

Good inukag fanfics????

I mostly read M rated stories. I’ve many, many favorites, here are a few ones, ‘cause making a complete list would be too long (and I’m too lazy):

The stories wrote by @angelhart79 I really love them all.

Something Real by Angelica Pierce.

Belizar’s fanfics.

The Half Breed’s Wife by @gypsin

If you can read Spanish, I highly recommend you these (both currently ongoing):

El dios perro by kag-inuyoukai

Ai no Zokuhen by Serena Lilith. This one is very emotive, sad and touching, always makes me cry a lot.

Note: All of these are placed in the original Sengoku universe of the series or are AU placed in the Sengoku era.

I’m sorry but there’s no notable sign that theo or Chicago are going to be real love interests. More like a beca/Kommissar situation. They keep saying it’s for hardcore fans, and after what kendrick said tonight, does it really sound like they’re going to put them with dudes?????

miraculo*s l*dybug is a godawful show ran by gross people but id just like to say “superhero duo who both dont know eachothers real identities, one of them is in love w/ the real person and the others in love with the superhero persona; unaware theyre the same” is an amazing trope and someone should steal it Now

i can’t believe i’m making a post about this i am so eXtra but i had to share my love and appreciation for real kosegruppa 💜

to all the real kosegruppa girls,

i was completely anxious about joining this gc and i had no idea how it was going to go but within days of being in it i realized i’d never met a group of people more welcoming and accepting. you ladies are some of the strongest, most intelligent, lovely people i’ve ever had the chance of being friends with and you’ve taught me so much whether it be intellectually or how to be a better person overall. we’ve been through some wild times in this group chat whether it be the personal things we go through in our separate lives across the world or a little Norwegian series that we all obsess over together and let ruin our lives :,) the memes, the roasting, the many marriages and weddings, the arguments, the weird kinks, the consecutive amount of times everyone’s been drunk and messy, and so much more that i can’t think of at the moment has made me grown attached to you all and pulled me through hard times in my life. i could literally write a book length amount all about how much i love ya’ll but i wont be trying jemmis patience today LOL. i’m so thankful to skam, emily for making this group chat, but more than anything i’m more thankful for all of you joining and creating this little family we have ♡

@lattestain @queerevak @westrnkids @liith-ium @lostinthemazeoffeelings @neilabramjcsten @vvarhola *IM SUCH A FLOP I DONT REMEMBER EVERYONES TUMBLRS IF I MISSED YOU IM SORRY 😭*

kourvo  asked:

Hello! Found your blog through someone who's reblogged your art. I just felt compelled to let you know that you've got an incredible art style! Your works are absolutely gorgeous to look at it. The faces you draw, the colors, the brush strokes,... I found myself staring at each image for a good amount of time, wow... I'm in love with your artworks! Health to your hands! :D

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