whole world shakes

They’ve been passing a joint back and forth for the last hour when Even speaks up.

“Did you know I can hold the whole world in the palm of my hands?” He declares proudly, his voice raspy with smoke.

“Even, your hands - big as they are - are not that big, the Earth is-” Isak breaks off when he feels Even’s warm hands cup his face.

“See.” Even whispers, lying so close to Isak that their noses are almost touching.  “The whole world, right here.” He shakes Isak’s head gently to emphasise his point before leaning in and kissing him gently.

“Oh.” is all Isak can say.  His voice definitely doesn’t crack.

“It’s cute that you were gonna talk science to me though, babe.” Even winks and Isak rolls his eyes.

He wonders sometimes how he can be so in love with Even.

Then Even goes and does shit like that and Isak remembers exactly how.

The one where you know what you want.

Finally, the fifth addition to the Divorce Series AU. I was inspired by two books written by Colleen Hoover, ‘November 9 and Hopeless’, I highly recommend giving it a read. They are amazing.  Let me know in my ask box if you guys are enjoyed this part. ENJOY! :)

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Uncaught criminal (Bruce Wayne Imagine)

Requested: Yes
Request: One shot where reader works with Bruce & he often finds her spending sleepless nights & he asks her about it because he really cares about her & she breaks down saying that she suffers from nightmares about her rapist & he comforts her?
Summary: you, Bruce’s secretary, finally admit why you’re at work all night
Word count: 781
Warning(s): Mention of rape
Note: I’d like to thank @batfam-imagines for helping me tackle this request :D

I had been working for Bruce for a very long time, years. I am his secretary. I always work over time, Bruce thinks it’s because I just can’t schedule other times with clients overseas, but I really just don’t want to sleep, the nightmares only get worse over the years, so I opted to overwork and abuse coffee as much as I could. 

It was a regular evening, or well night, the work building was fairly empty, only a few security workers and cleaners around.

I was trying to finish some paperwork so I have less to do the next day when I hear the elevator door open.

 Probably just security, I thought, but then I saw the one and only Bruce Wayne marching straight towards his office, which was right behind my desk.

 At first he didn’t seem to notice me, so I just went back to work. Suddenly he came to an abrupt stop right next to my table, turning his whole body towards me.

 “Miss. Y/l/n what are you still doing here at this ungodly hour?” He questions raising an eyebrow. 

“Oh I was just trying to get ahead with this paperwork, tomorrow’s going to be a very busy day so I doubt I’d have time.“ He just nods in understanding, before going to his office to do whatever he came here to do.

When he came back out he leans on my desk, “Would you like to come to the 24/7 diner down the street with me. You’ve been here all day and you’re surely hungry,” He asks. After a moment of thinking, I stand up and grab my coat from the hangar, before walking in to the lift with him. The walk there is quiet, no talking, no nothing. When we reach the door he opens it like a gentleman, the warm air a stark contrast to the cold air outside.

We sit down waiting for our food and just talk, about our lives, work and so on, so forth. Later he would walk me home for the night, even tho that’s the last place I would want to be, he doesn’t need to know that. 

This goes on for weeks, he would show up late in the evening and go to the diner with me. We get to know a lot about each other, we even started calling each other by first name. But all good things come to an end, don’t they?

I had fallen asleep on my desk, the nightmares soon kicking in, the images running through my head- very gruesome, very real. Then I start to shake ,the whole world starts to shake. Is it a earthquake? That’s never happened before.

Soon I snap out of my dream world, back in to reality. My breathing is heavy, cheeks tear stained. Bruce’s features come in to view, so he was the one shaking me awake. 

“Y/n, y/n are you alright?” He asks, a firm yet not forceful grip on my shoulder. I burst out in tears, the memorise to painful, the wounds still fresh. Bruce pulls my chair towards him, turning it so I was facing him, my hands covering my pained face. 

He doesn’t ask anything, he doesn’t do anything, just stays there, listening to my sobs. I feel some strange sense of security, for the first time. For the first time I feel like I could tell somebody, trust someone. 

My sobs calm down, to a point where I could talk. 

“I was raped,” I say quietly, his eyes following my own as my hands come down from my face. He was quietly listening, not pushing for info, not asking questions, not blaming me. 

“It happened a few years ago, here in Gotham.” I go on. “They never caught him, no one ever got charged, he’s probably still out there, praying on unknowing victims.” Another wave of sadness hits me, tears flowing once more. 

“Is that why you’re actually here every night?” He asks softly for the first time, I just give him a quick nod. He seems in thought again, so I feel like I could or should elaborate.

 “The nightmares keep me up all night, and when I do sleep, I have no escape from them. They’ll always haunt me.”

“I’ll help you” he vowed. And that he did.

 He found me the best help out there, therapist, psychologists, you name it. He even offered for me to stay in the manor, which I did decline, but he said that the offer is still valid if I ever needed it. And even tho on the outside he seemed hardened and quite emotionless, I knew that deep down he cared.


With love,

Never Be Like You

Draco Malfoy X Reader
Word Count (excluding lyrics): 912 

A/N: Aspired by Never Be Like You by Flume. 
Please read below,
I’ve requested this fanfic from @slythrjns, and they did a wonderful job with it here (Thanks again!), please do check it out! 

I had a different take on it with the meaning of the song, so I thought I’d give it a try. 
Hope you enjoy! 

What I would do to take away

This fear of being loved, allegiance to the pain

Now I fucked up and I’m missing you

Never be like you

He took a sip of water, trying to wash away the discomfort gnawing in his throat. Being the Slytherin Prince, everyone was trying to win his attention. Yet, his eyes kept darting back to the one person who always did have it. He drank her form in greedily and yet sorrowfully; (h/c) locks draping perfectly around her face, (e/c) that hide so much mystery behind them, that contentful smile that never asks for more than enough.

I would give anything to change

This fickle minded heart that loves fake shiny things

Now I fucked up and I’m missing you

Never be like you

It was honestly his fault, even if she doesn’t agree. He had an image to uphold; one worthy of the Malfoy family, one worthy of the ‘Sacred Twenty-Eight’. She understood that. So when he allowed random females to flock around him, her eyes shined in understanding despite all the insecurity swallowing her whole. So when he had to ask Parkinson to the Yule Ball instead of her, she bit her tongue and forced herself to curve her lips as she watched them dance. So when he didn’t do anything to stop a pureblood bimbo from kissing him, on the lips, she took in a shaky breath, blinked away the salty tears, and left.

How do I make you want to stay

Hate sleeping on my own, missing the way you taste

Now I’m fucked up and I’m missing you

Never be like you

It’s a miracle she stayed with him that long, with all the hassle of sneaking around they had to go through just to embrace each other for a few minutes. He knew the attraction was undeniable, even after the heartbreak he knew he could still make her whole world shake. He loved her, so of course he could see it in her eyes when she stared into space from the (y/h) table, food barely filling her stomach. And maybe it’s better that she left… he thought as his eyes travelled down to his left arm, sheltered by the black suit he now constantly wears. He didn’t know which hurt him more; the wretched mark forever etched on his skin, or the absence of your warmth close to his. Nevertheless, he now has his duty to accomplish, and no one can make him stray away from it.

Stop looking at me with those eyes

Like I could disappear and you wouldn’t care why

Now I’m fucked up and I’m missing you

Never be like you

He was on his way to the Room of Requirements, hair tousled and heart drumming inside. He expected Anxiety to wrap her fingers around his and guide him to his task, but what he did not expect was Grief to appear and twist his head to the other side of the hallway. A sharp yet shaky intake of breath he took, as his eyes glazed over the two familiar figures not too far from him. “I can’t do it George, I can’t forget about him…” and it took him all his might to not crumble right there and then upon hearing the brittle tone in her melodious voice. “Shh… I know, I know (y/n), but let me help you.” He stuck around for a bit, eyes uncontrollably blinking, mouth opened and gasping for air, knuckles clenched in pure whiteness as he heard her pleading “Yes” upon the Weasley’s proposal. At least you’re in safe hands.

I’m only human can’t you see

I ma-I made a mistake

Please just look me in my face

Tell me everything’s okay

‘Cause I got it

Never be like you

The evening his job was completed, he locked himself in his room. He shouldn’t be so shaken up about it, he’s a Malfoy, it’s in his blood, but he knew no matter how much he tried, he is incapable of becoming the atrocious and ruthless monster that is his father. He couldn’t sleep, because if he dared close his eyes, total darkness will engulf his vision. And no, it’s not the pleading look of his former Headmaster that haunts him, it’s his brain creating scenarios of how things could’ve been if he had allowed the wise man to help. Instead, he shuffled through the items in his closet and brought out an old, small photo of him and her. That night, all he did was search for possible answers on how he became so infatuated with her.

I’m falling on my knees

Forgive me, I’m a fucking fool

I’m begging darling please

Absolve me of my sins, won’t you

He sees her again, and despite how battered and dirty she looked, the halo above her head and wings behind her back still remained. He hears the Dark Lord reveal the death of the Boy who Lived with glee, yet the confidence in her eyes never dull. He didn’t want her to die, but he didn’t want to see her give in and join the side that reeks of cynicism. So he opted to keep quiet. He didn’t want to admit defeat either, but when their eyes clash as he bit his trembling lips when he hears his mother’s soft voice calling out to him, his eyes water in defeat upon seeing hers flicker with disappointment. And it must be the worst time for him to realise, but right there and then, the sky cleared up and opened the gateway to his answer.

I’m only human can’t you see

I ma-I made a mistake

Please just look me in my face

Tell me everything’s okay

‘Cause I got it

As he stood beside his mother, he tried hard to suppress the smile threatening to outshine the melancholy on his face. He loves her because she is everything he aspires to be. She is kind, bold and brilliant. She follows her own dreams and goals without letting anyone disrupt her. She does not play by the rules given, she rewrites them for her own benefit. She stands her ground even if she has reached a dead end. She is everything he cannot strive to be. And he will always love her for it. So if she could feel free and alive on the other side, where his hands will never be able to reach hers, so be it… because unlike him, a bird stuck in a cage for show, she is a bird that will fly to the ends of the sky.

Never be like you

Bellamy Blake | Imagine

Request: by anon

Prompts:  “I don’t even like you why’d you want to go and make me feel this way?” +  “Before you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves.” {prompt list

Warnings: none actually

Heavy clouds, dark and threatening, were making their way towards your campsite. It was like the misery following you and your clan, catching you everyrtime you managed to setttle down, were about to rest a little. You were on the run, fought for keeping your people alive on a daily basis.

You would never admit, but you felt drained. Of course, you couldn’t allow yourself to feel that way. All the people were counting on you - you were the one telling them what was necessary to do.

“(Y/N)”, your closest ally called out, “I don’t  think we should stay here. This looks quite … monstrous.” He pointed at the darkened sky and the next moment, it felt like the whole world was shaking - a growl, thundering in response. 

“(Y/N)”, another voice caught you attention. “We’re not quite sure, but it seems some other clan might be approaching. We should go. Our people aren’t ready for another fight.”

You rose an eyebrow and looked at him, weighting your options. “Any idea who and how many?” “(Y/N), there is no way we could win. Not today.” You heard a whistle - the warning alert your people used. A long sound announced an enemy, short ones were for the amount. One, two three… eight whistles. 

You looked around. “Well. Let’s welcome them, shall we?” You smiled. With a mere movement of your hand the injured and young people hid in their tents. They wouldn’t be safe there if the enemy made it there. But you wouldn’t let them come this far anyway.

“Shaikru” you heard someone announce and a smile made its way to form on its own. Huh. Seems like today, revenge was knocking on the door. Revenge for their losses. But in a world like this, only the strongest could survive. One of the two clans crossing paths would fall today.

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Not Beautiful. (Luhan werewolf!AU- Mating Season series) *NC-17*

Originally posted by exofandom12

Not Beautiful. (Luhan werewolf!au- Mating Season)

Warning: Smut.


You were doing the dishes when you felt a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist.

“I’m back…”  a husky voice brushed across your neck and you smiled, putting the freshly washed plate away.

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Out of the blue

Based on “Imagine falling into Middle Earth, but literally falling from the sky and landing on top of Thorin” from ImaginexHobbit.

Part two: Into the smoke
Part three: Under the same sky

Requested by Anonymous


There was nothing outwardly remarkable about the antique shop on Gloucester Road, except, perhaps, that it seemed to be always closed. You passed it every time you walked to the grocery store from the little shoebox of a studio at the top of a Victorian building near Kensington Gardens that you would call home for the next three months, and only ever saw the same lonely table in the display window, the white marble top laid with the same china tea set, its painted flowers fading in the sunlight.

The shop was inconsequential, certainly, in the scope of your giddy excitement that your long-awaited summer in London was underway. This adventurous detour before you went back to the grind of grad school had been financed by a lot of nannying jobs and even more ramen dinners, but you were finally there, even if you would be living on a shoestring. Your landlady was a trust-fund baby who had inherited the tiny flat from her grandparents and couldn’t be bothered to invest in the renovations it desperately needed, but the rent was dirt-cheap, so you stuffed a towel into the hole in the bathroom window casing and learned to order your schedule around the finicky water heater, and walked – after all, walking was free – down Gloucester Road to do your marketing.

Still, it came as a surprise on that particular day when you walked past the antique shop and saw, for the first time, that the sign hung crookedly in the window now read “open.” Curiosity pricked at you, and after standing indecisively for a moment, surveying the storefront, you quickly crossed the street and opened the glass door.

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When Holden Met Katniss: The 40 Best YA Novels: Katie Coyle, 'Vivian Versus the Apocalypse' | Rolling Stone

MY FRIENDS. Rolling Stone (ROLLING FUCKING STONE) just listed Vivian Versus the Apocalypse in its top 40 YA novels OF ALL TIME. Catcher in the Rye is on this list. Harry Potter is on this list. A book I wrote is on this list. This is literally me right now.

Here is what they said about it:

You would be forgiven for missing this quiet but powerful book about a Westboro Baptist-style cult by first-time novelist Katie Coyle. Released last year in the U.K., this book will hit the U.S. next year under the name Vivian Apple at the End of the World. (Though author Coyle is herself American – got it?) When a so-called rapture causes the disappearance of her parents (along with most of the adults in her neighborhood), Vivian and her best friend set out on a road trip across America to seek out answers. 

Be Careful

Originally posted by bringmesomeanarchy

Author’s Note: This is a Happy Lowman Imagine based on Lightweight by Demi Lovato as requested by @lovatolowman23 as well as request number 8 for MM7. I hope you all enjoy! This imagine if rated M for adult themes.

Be Careful


The slightest words you said
Have all gone to my head
I hear angels sing in your voice
When you pull me close
Feelings I’ve never known
They mean everything
And leave me no choice
Light on my heart, light on my feet
Light in your eyes I can’t even speak
Do you even know how you make me weak

I’m a lightweight
Better be careful what you say
With every word I’m blown away
You’re in control of my heart
I’m a lightweight
Easy to fall, easy to break
With every move my whole world shakes
Keep me from falling apart


Her finger tips trace the smiley face tattoos that dance on his skin, listening as he talks, the sound of his voice a rumble in his chest. She doesn’t know how many people know this side of him, if she had to guess it’s not many, how she got so lucky, she doesn’t know and she isn’t going to question it, much anyway.

“Maybe I should move in with you,” the words Happy speaks catch her so far off guard that her head pops up from his chest so she can stare at him.

“What?” she asks blinking owlishly in wonder. They’ve been together for just shy of six months, hell, he’s only just now begun really introducing her to the club.

“It would just be easier,” he says peering down at her, “I’m there all the time, besides my dorm doesn’t exactly offer as much privacy as I’d like.” And with a laugh I have to agree.

It was just a few mornings ago that a prospect walked in on them having sex, and while she couldn’t help but laugh hysterically, Happy looked ready to kill.

“You should be careful Mr. Lowman,” she murmurs pushing herself up so her lips are a whisper from his.

“Oh? Why’s that?” he asks a hand sliding down her back to rest possessively on her ass.

“I just might fall in love with you…”


Make a promise, please
You’ll always be in reach
Just in case I need
You there when I call
This is all so new
Seems too good to be true
Could this really be
A safe place to fall
Light on my heart, light on my feet
Light in your eyes I can’t even speak
Do you even know how you make me weak, oh whoa?

I’m a lightweight
Better be careful what you say
With every word I’m blown away
You’re in control of my heart
I’m a lightweight
Easy to fall, easy to break
With every move my whole world shakes
Keep me from falling apart
Keep me from falling down


The storm rages; so loud she can barely hear herself think and the wind, so fierce, rattles the doors and windows. She usually loves a good storm, thrives on them actually, but here she is cowering on the couch, worrying after him. The storm is uncharacteristic for Charming, for California really, and it’s that fact that has anxiety coursing through her at the thought of Happy out in the storm on his bike which is why she’s praying that he got her text telling him to just keep his ass at the clubhouse until the worst of it passes.

A loud clap of thunder booms overhead followed closely by a flash of light that floods the room and then complete darkness as every light goes out.

She gives herself a moment to settle before getting to her feet and while she lights candles the front door slaps open and slams shut. Fear fills her as she searches for the closest thing she can use as a weapon, and with her hand closing over her fruit bowl she’s ready to cause as much bodily harm as possible if she has to.

But on the next flash of lightning she recognizes the form walking towards her.

“Happy,” his name comes out in a rush as she sets the bowl down and launching herself into his arms she overlooks the fact that he’s soaking wet as her legs circle his waist, arms linking around his neck. “What the hell were you thinking riding in this?”

“I wasn’t going to leave you alone in this,” he says as his lips find hers and when he circles her towards their room she presses her lips to his ear.

“You’ve done it now Lowman,” she whispers pressing her lips to the spot behind his ear that she knows makes him go a little wake, “I’m in love with you….”


Drowned in your love
It’s almost all too much
Handle with care
Say you’ll be there

Oh, I’m a lightweight
Better be careful what you say
With every word I’m blown away
You’re in control of my heart
I’m a lightweight
Easy to fall, easy to break
With every move my whole world shakes
Keep me from falling apart
Keep me from falling apart
Keep me from falling apart, oh
Falling apart


G/T short story: words

(I’m a little rusty when it comes to short stories, been a while since I worked on one but I’m trying to get back into it and finish all the ones I started!)

“Hey, take it easy now….”

Words. Words meant to reassure and calm.
Words to be believed, to be heard and understood.

“I ain’t gonna hurt you..”

Words that hold the truth, that ask for trust.
Words spoken as soft as a gentle breeze.

Words meant nothing to Tali.
How could they?
She was currently huddled into a tight corner, panting for breath as she leaned against the skirting board of a gigantic house and looked up into the eyes of a monumentally huge man bearing down upon her with footsteps as loud as thunder.

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anonymous asked:

I mean tbh every era is donghyucks era but imo maknae line was a blessing in firetruck like pvc pants and harnesses have never looked so good im lovin it

i know everyone hated the outfits in firetruck era but tbh they were my fav ???? like yeah they were surely Something™ but they made them stand out sm :(( also same Mark Lee Invented Red Leather Overalls what a king !!! tbh the outfit haechan debuted in was so iconic he looked so handsome nd stunning the whole world was shaking !!!!!!!!!!!! i lov tiny kings 🤧👑💓 (also winwin invented harnesses i still cant Believe!!!!!!!)


ADDICTED FOR 15 DAYS // day-02: a song edit (from Whatever It Takes playlist/any song)

( GILLOW ★ Perfect For Me by Ron Pope)

Even after all this time, nothing else I ever find In this whole wide world can shake me like you do It’s true that something so sublime that there aren’t words yet to describe The beauty of this life I’ve made with you.

“…because I think you may be the best friend I’ve ever had, and I’ve had a lot and spent a shit ton more days and months and years with them than the short time I’ve spent with you. I’ve never wanted to bolt out of your door. I’ve never wanted to leave you. This—it’s a first for me. So you’re the best—and I want to hug you, if you’ll let me.

When the attack in Paris occured, many changed their profile picture into France flag and supported them. And the media was all over it.

Now a terrorist attack occured in Iraq, and it is not even mentioned by this white-media.

As long as an attack is located in Europe or the US, the whole world starts to shake. But in Asia? Or Afrika? Not even bothered to care. Shame on you media, shame.

say you won’t let go

“then start at the beginning.”

(based on the song Say You Won’t Let Go by James Arthur. honestly, the sweetest song and the story tells itself)


It was a normal night in the same club; the same seat I’ve been in for months after moving away from home, from my parents, from my whole life; the same drink I downed for the third time that night in hopes it’ll help take away some pain again. But it never has, not since the first night. I felt like I was stuck with this forever; with the feeling of disappointment and loneliness and it’s never going to change. But I can’t go back home anymore. That was the only thing my parents and I agreed on.

While I asked for what I think was my fifth shot of tequila, I felt someone slide beside me requesting for three shots of corn starch. Okay, obviously that was one of the parts of the night I couldn’t really remember as well, but I’m pretty sure that was close to what it was really called. What I did remember was the girl’s brown hair flipping as she turned towards me; and the fact that no matter how dark the club was, her smile made it seem like all the lights were on and it was almost blinding but I couldn’t look away. I tried to blame that on the alcohol, too, but I knew that wasn’t it.

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