you light me up in the dark

Dangerous Woman

Pairing: Agent!Y/N/!Military!Michael

Rating: All

Request: No

Words: 2.500+

Summary: Living the double life, Agent Y/N and military Michael are married together but do not know know they secretly beat each other’s asses every single night. 

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Walking Away

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1660

Summary: Dean decides that he can’t stay with the reader because he ruins everything he touches. (This is set after Season 5, with the reader basically replacing Lisa) 

Warnings: Angst, implied smut, pregnant!reader, Dean’s POV, Dean walking out 

A/N: This was for @wildfirewinchester birthday challenge. My prompt was the song Skinny Love by Birdy, which in my opinion was made for some heartbreaking angst. I know it is sad but I hope you guys like it. 

Thanks to @secretlyfurrydragon to for helping me look over this in the beginning stages, you rock, thank you! 

Dean stared at her, her body moving softly up and down with each inhale and exhale of her breath. Even in the darkness, there was a certain light that seemed to shine from her body as she laid there next to him. His fingers clenched, there was a deep desire inside of him to reach out and run his hand over the smooth skin of her arm but he knew that he had touched enough for the night, he didn’t deserve any more of her, not with what he was planning to do. Pushing himself out of the bed he did his best to move slowly, the last thing he wanted was to wake her.

“I’m sorry baby,” he spoke as he dressed himself and slowly went to creep out of the door.

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How come nobodys talking about Hanazuki?

^watch it there, the episodes are about ten minutes.

If you’re wondering why I’m bringing this up, Hanazuki is an amazing show that has seriously helped me with some emotional issues I have. The show is about a girl named Hanazuki, who was born to help protect her moon from a dark, mysterious force called The Big Bad. To do this, she gets help from the moon’s citizens, the Hemkas, each color represents a different emotion.

There is a bracelet you can buy that uses color-coded hemka treasure charms to light up, depending on the color you use. You can use two at a time, and it’s helped me a LOT already. When I can’t tell how I’m feeling i sit and sift through my treasures and think “Am I feeling blue and yellow or blue and dark green?” and then plug them in and turn on the lights. Just seeing the lights helps me put into words what im feeling, and as a bonus, my husband knows what im feeling all the time too.

It’s a really great show, I promise! There are even other Moonflowers that pop up that are REALLY awesome, including one with a legit, well written anxiety disorder. The show is cute, fun, well animated and has helped me communicate my feelings immensely. Theres also a cell phone app that the charms work with….and the charms come in mystery bags which is AWESOME and I will trade people if they want!

So yeah. Hanazuki. More people should talk about this show since it’s a lot of what people want in cartoons right now. Watch it!


Until I met you, my life was nothing but chaos and loneliness. When you came into my life, my world was no long dark or gloomy. There was suddenly colors every where again. From the deepest blues to the brightest yellows. The sun isn’t what makes my life bright, it’s your smile. Your eyes saved me from what I was becoming by the way they light up when you smile. Your voice was the most soothing noise I’ve heard in a long time then you picked up the guitar and was humming along and I melted. I was with someone else but from that moment, I was yours weather we ended up together or not.
You brought something to life inside of me that had been dead for a very long time. And for that, I offer you my heart til the end of time.


Humanity is so beautiful

So I learned two cool things about humans: 
Humans have stripes!
Human skin is overlaid with what dermatologists call Blaschko’s Lines, a pattern of stripes covering the body from head to toe. The stripes run up and down your arms and legs and hug your torso. You cannot see them without special equipment as the difference between the stripe cells and the non-stripes are too subtle for human eyes to pick up. You will also notice them at if something irritates the skin, as rashes and moles can form along these invisible lines.

Humans are bio-luminescent!
We glow in the dark. Natural chemical reactions in our cells let out some energy in the form of visible light. Unfortunately this light is very weak, about 1000 times weaker than the eye can see. Scientists still don’t know if there are animals capable of seeing this light in humans. 

So, it gave me an idea, and I will be writing something on it, but I’m also eager to see where others would go with the idea: what if humans met a race that could see our stripes, or our glow, or both! 
My take on the idea will involve the aliens adoring these glowing stripy creatures. Humans, meanwhile, are really confused about why these aliens find us so much more attractive than the more colourful creatures out there. Their compliments would confuse us. We literally cannot see what makes us beautiful to them. 

Anyone who wants to write this, feel free to go other places; love, hate, disgust, confusion. Any reaction from the humans, or aliens, can make a good story. 

Aries: Told You So

I know you like
When I admit that I was wrong and you were right
At least I try
To keep my cool when I’m thrown into a fire
And they go

I hate to say I told you so
But they love to say they told me so
I hate to say I told you so
They love to say they told me

Taurus: Hard Times

All that I want
Is to wake up fine
Tell me that I’m alright
That I ain’t gonna die
All that I want
Is a hole in the ground
You can tell me when it’s alright
For me to come out

Hard times
Gonna make you wonder why you even try
Hard times
Gonna take you down and laugh when you cry
These lives
And I still don’t know how I even survive
Hard times

Gemini: 26

Hold onto hope if you got it
Don’t let it go for nobody
They say that dreaming is free
I wouldn’t care what it cost me

Reality will break your heart
Survival will not be the hardest part
It’s keeping all your hopes alive
All the rest of you has died
So let it break your heart

Cancer: Pool

I’m underwater
With no air in my lungs
My eyes are open
I’m done giving up
You are the wave
I could never tame
If I survive
I’ll dive back in

As if the first blood didn’t thrill enough
I went further out to see what else was left of us
Never found the deep end of our little ocean
Drain the fantasy of you
Headfirst into shallow pools

Leo: Idle Worship

Oh, it’s such a long and awful lonely fall
Down from this pedestal that you keep putting me on
What if I fall on my face?
What if I make a mistake?
If it’s okay a little grace would be appreciated
Remember how we used to like ourselves?
What little light that’s left, we need to keep it sacred
I know that you’re afraid to let all the dark escape ya
But we could let the light illuminate these hopeless places

Just let me let you down

Hey, baby I’m not your superhuman
And if that’s what you want
I hate to let you down
I got your hopes up
Now I got you hoping
But I’m gonna be the one that let you down

Virgo: Forgiveness

Don’t you go and get it twisted
Forgiving is not forgetting
Don’t you go and get it twisted
Forgiving is not forgetting
No, it’s not forgetting
No, I’ll never forget it, no

And you, you want forgiveness
(I can barely hang on to myself)
But I, I can’t give you that
(I can’t give you, I can’t give you that)
And you, you want forgiveness
(I’m afraid that I’ll have nothing left)
But I, I just can’t do it yet
(I can’t do, I just can’t do it yet)

Libra: Fake Happy

And if I go out tonight, dress up my fears
You think I’ll look alright with these mascara tears?
See I’m gonna draw my lipstick wider than my mouth
And if the lights are low they’ll never see me frown

If I smile with my teeth
Bet you believe me
If I smile with my teeth
I think I believe me

Oh please don’t ask me how I’ve been
Don’t make me play pretend
Oh no, oh oh what’s the use?
Oh please, I bet everybody here is fake happy too

Scorpio: Grudges

Time is a bastard I won’t break my neck to get around it
But aren’t we so brave to give up a fight
And let the years go by without us
‘Cause now I feel you by my side
And I don’t even care if it’s been a while
I can feel that we’ve changed and we’re better this way

Stop asking why
Why we had to waste so much time
Well, we just pick up, pick up and start again
'Cause we can’t keep holding on to grudges

Sagittarius: No Friend

Another thorny field to scatter fruitless seed,
Another song that runs too long god knows no one needs
More misguided ghosts, more transparent hands
To drop a nickel in our basket and we’ll do our riot!

Dance beneath another burning sky,
Behind our painted lips
In scores of catatonic smile-covered ankle-bitten ships
So throw your pedestal of stone in the forgetful sea
As protection from the paper-thin perfection
You project on me

Capricorn: Tell Me How

Think I’m tired of getting over it
Just starting something new again
I’m getting sick of the beginnings
And always coming to your defences
I guess it’s good to get it off my chest
I guess I can’t believe I haven’t yet
You know I got my own convictions
And they’re stronger than any addiction
But no one’s winning
You keep me up with your silence
Take me down with your quiet
Of all the weapons you fight with
Your silence is the most violent

Aquarius: Caught in the Middle

I can’t think of getting old
It only makes me want to die
And I can’t think of who I was
'Cause it just makes me want to cry, cry, cry
Can’t look back, can’t look too far ahead
I got the point, I got the message
I was dreaming life away
All the while just going blind
Can’t see the forest for the trees
Behind the lids of my own eyes
Nostalgia’s cool, but it won’t help me now
A dream is good, if you don’t wear it out
No, I don’t need no help
I can sabotage me by myself

Pisces: Rose-Colored Boy

Just let me cry a little bit longer
I ain’t gon’ smile if I don’t want to
Hey, man, we all can’t be like you
I wish we were all rose-colored too
My rose-colored boy

Leave me here a little bit longer
I think I wanna stay in the car
I don’t want anybody seeing me cry now
You say “We gotta look on the bright side”
I say “Well maybe if you wanna go blind”
You say my eyes are getting too dark now
But boy, you ain’t ever seen my mind

Last night we had a Star Wars themed game after dinner. The kids had to run to different stations around camp and perform tasks for counselors in costume in order to earn kyber crystals to make light sabers. I was dressed as a Sith Lord and hid behind trees, jumping out to scare the kids and make them answer riddles before they could continue on their quest.

At the end of the game, all the kids clustered around the dock while Garden Girl and I had a light saber battle. She fled, so I turned on the kids and challenged them to a dance-off.

“Oh no!” I said. “You’re all SO GOOD at dancing that I’ve been inspired to give up my ways! I will leave the Dark Side and stop being a Sith!” I dropped my red light saber on the ground symbolically.

While my guard was down, one small boy rushed forward, grabbed my light saber, and stabbed me through the heart with it. As I fell to the ground, dying theatrically, I wailed, “But I just refooooormed!”

The Wedding Night

Ok so @omgkatsudonplease was streaming Pride and Prejudice tonight and lots of Rivals jokes were made as we have established that umfb&mha is actually an accidental Pride and Prejudice AU. And then suddenly we found out that apparently there is an extra scene in the American version that I had never seen before and let me tell you, that Fucked Me Up because I love that film and this new scene kills me.

So what did I do with this new, groundbreaking information? Wrote a Rivals version of this scene of course.

So without further ado may I present to you The Wedding Night scene, otherwise known as my 1am fic rambling and a snippet of what Rivals - Past, Present and Future might be like 

                                       The Wedding Night 

Walking slowly into the room, Viktor finished pulling his shirt off over his head and looked to see where Yuuri was stretched out on the bed before him. Unlike Viktor, Yuuri was still wearing the formal white shirt of the day’s celebrations but his trousers were gone and the shirt was half unbuttoned, giving Viktor a tantalising glimpse of sharp collarbones and smooth, perfect skin. At the sound of his approach, Yuuri turned to face him, eyes softening and face breaking out into a smile as he looked at his once fiancé and now husband.

“Come here,” he murmured and Viktor obeyed, climbing onto the bed to where Yuuri was lying with a slight smirk on his face and arms open invitingly.

“Of course solnyshko,” Viktor breathed, planting a light kiss on Yuuri’s forehead and then laughing a little when Yuuri made a soft noise of protest before reaching down to capture his lips in a much deeper kiss. After a few seconds he pulled away and Yuuri smiled up at him, eyes bright in the darkness of the room.

“You always call me solnyshko,” he teased, running one hand down Viktor’s side and sliding the other up to tangle lightly in his hair. “People might think you’re getting…predictable.”

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To admit depression to people who do not understand is admitting failure, attention seeking, a glamorization of it, a phase, and weakness to them. They do not understand the complexity of it. That is why so many people are afraid of seeing someone about their depression, for the fear of being misunderstood. That is why I will never be afraid to admit I have had severe depression for 12 years, not because it’s a “phase” or because I want to glamorize it or because I want attention. No, it is because there are so many people who are too afraid to be judged by the same people who caused it. I am not afraid to say that I have suffered the worst pain, but I will not let it break me, instead I let it shape me and inspire me to express it through poetry. That is why I share with you the pain so many of us have to live with each day with my poetry book “Words That Kill” for you to know that there is always light in the darkness. Never give up.

 -Vivid Vega

☠️ “Fuck Me Up” Spell ☠️

this is a “universe i’m ready to take like five curveballs right now for the assurance it will all end well. just fuck me up right now” spell. 

☠️  gather: tarot cards, five things that symbolize yourself and your situation, five candles, as well as bay leaf, coffee grounds, basil, and storm water.

☠️  perform in as much darkness as you are comfortable with. 

☠️  create a pentagram, and at each point place a token of something that represents a key aspect of your personality.

☠️  light a corresponding candle by each.

☠️  with the bay leaf, coffee ground, and basil, combine into a mixture. burn a pinch of the mixture over each candle.  

☠️  speak of, or meditate on the subject of each representative object, and how it has been hindering you. think on the ways it may have to get worse before it can get better.

☠️  select tower and chariot cards from the deck, fan them out and place them in the center.

☠️  utter the incantation to the universe once you have gathered all the energies and intents you need, “just fuck me up” 

☠️  extinguish the candles one by one using the storm water. 

This is pretty old but...

During character creation me and a friend of mine (although we didn’t know eachother that well at the time) had trouble coming up with character names. I’ll call the friend L. This is old enough that it’s somewhat paraphrased.

DM: Do you want me to use a character name generator?

Us: Sure.

DM: Ok Isaac you get Zebulon Bean.

Me: *Laughs* What kinda name is Zebulon Bean?

DM: IDK. Ok and L you get… omg you got Rose Bean.

Me: OMG we’re siblings!

L: No! Twins!

She rolls low for IQ and agility but high for beauty. I roll the opposite.

L: I got the looks!

Me: But I got the brains!


DM: What is your occupation? *Reads a list of options*

Me: Farmers.

DM: Ok, what kind of farmers?



DM: Sorry but I can’t allow drug references.


DM: Ok. You both start with a pound of “wheat.”

Later we agreed that the twins would be able to telepathically communicate and so we set up a skype chat so we could send messages without metagaming the rest of the party. However it ended up being this:

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Just this

for like 10 pages.


DM: You walk toward the hut. You see a door.

Me: I kick the door down.

DM: You… what?

Me: I kick the door down.

DM: You aren’t even going to try opening it regularly?

Me: Nope. I kick the door down.

DM: Fine. You kick the door down, startling the poor innocent wizard inside. You know it was unlocked right?

Me: So?

So now neither Zebulon or Rose can enter a room without kicking the door down.

Later, we encounter a cave. The rest of the party is dealing with stuff outside

DM: You enter the cave. There’s a small path and a large opening. Both are dark. There is also some kind of orb in the center.

Me: I sneak down the small path.

DM: Ok. At the end you see it open into a larger area, it’s too dark to see anything, but gold is spilling out of it.

L: I touch the orb.

DM: The cavern lights up, revealing a big dragon facing you. Zebulon, the path you took has placed you behind the dragon.

Me: I use my grappling hook to hook onto the ceiling above the dragon but behind its head.

L: Oh hi Mr. Dragon.

Dragon: Who are you. What are you doing here? Are you alone.

L: *Manages to befriend the dragon and gain its trust by claiming she’s alone and I’m just stuck to the ceiling behind its head the whole time. We learn it’s trapped in its part of the room.*

Me: *Sneaks back out the pathway.*

Me: *Walks up* Oh hi Rose. Oh wow that’s a big dragon.

Dragon: Who are you? Did you hear anything?

Me: Ummmm…. Nooooooooooooo…….. Also I’m Zebulon. hi.

I am in love with the sky
I love how every night we are painted a new picture
Constant artwork, and all I have to do is look up
I like how it takes the light so long to reach me that I am staring at the past
There was so much time between when you and I were born and when we met
The question is how do you explain your life to someone?
And the answer is with difficulty
I am the dark space between the stars
Nothing at first, but zoom in and there are galaxies upon galaxies hidden inside
Every story I tell you is not so you can lay me out in a timeline
They are so you can know who I am and why I have become this way
The memories I share with you are veiled with connotations that I desperately want you to understand
I am not a list of events
I am a feeling
I like the sky because it is meant to be felt
I like the sky because as cliché as it is,
We are sharing it
Looking up at the same story
Told over and over again
In a million different ways.
I’d rather stay in darkness than risk finding the light just to have it taken away. I’d rather stay down than stand back up and get knocked over. I’d rather be alone than fall in love with no one to catch me.
—  Misery is an old friend
Dating Mark would include:
  • Comfortable silence
  • Like you mostly just sit on your phones
  • And scroll through Instagram on the couch
  • Cuddling
  • Like all the time
  • His cute laugh every time you joke around
  • And there will be A LOT of joking around
  • Like little pranks every day
  • Like salt in your coffee
  • Or fake spiders on your desk
  • His arm draping around your shoulders when you go for walks
  • Trying adventurous things
  • Like surfing
  • Or Bungee jumping
  • Chill dates
  • Both of you holding back from arguing over little things
  • But eventually, build up and
  • Then all at once getting into a fight
  • Ends when you both admit you were wrong
  • And hugging each other for a million hours
  • Him always getting the bill
  • Even when you want to pay
  • It’s okay this one is on me babe
  • Because he feels sorry he can’t always be there with you
  • So the least he feels he can do is buy dinner
  • Hot make out sessions in bed
  • Leading to…
  • Light hickies on his chest
  • Dark hickies on your neck
  • Always being in the GOT7 dorm
  • Helping raise Coco
  • Running your tongue over his sharp teeth when you kiss
  • Heated but still romantic sex
  • A lot of moaning
  • Less dirty talk
  • Brushing hair out of your face
  • Him getting embarrassed when you say he’s handsome
  • Trips to LA when he has time off
  • Meeting his family
  • Them loving you
  • Because Mark loves you
  • Going to Disney world
  • Meeting his American friends
  • Milkshakes in the middle of the night
  • Walks on the beach
  • Him being excited to show PDA because no one recognises him as a celebrity
  • Taking that opportunity to make out with you everywhere
  • Lounging by his pool
  • Skyping his parents when you get back to Korea
  • Not wanting to rush things
  • Because it feel so perfect now
  • Him knowing that he really wants to spend every day with you
  • He will realize he wants to marry you in a really sudden moment
  • Like you’re playing with his hair and laughing
  • And he just admires you has you sit across his lap
  • And then he would know he wants this every day of his life
  • He would seem really serious, catching you off guard
  • You would ask him ‘what’s wrong’
  • He would just go quiet and then kiss your forehead
  • Whispering:
  • Do you want to marry me?

Title: Aftermath
Characters: Hanji Zoe x Levi
Genre: Humor / Angst
Rating: T

@levihanweek​ Day 2: Nightmare

Levi’s Nightmare: Having a heart-to-heart with Pastor Nick.

“Are you worried about your wife?”

The question shocked him out of his musings.

Levi looked up, “My what?”

But the pastor was already speaking, “You’re obviously beside yourself with stress – and it’s understandable. Not knowing if your wife has survived-”

Levi cut him off, “My what?”

The pastor hesitated, apparently realizing he’d made some mistake, but misunderstanding precisely what it was. “Your…wife? The woman we traveled with before? She’s ah – forceful. You two uh – have the same, er – strident personality. When we first met, she dangled me off the wall.”

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Halla! So, as time comes and goes, I’m here with another masterpost of some of my favorite Evak fanfics for you guys. As you can see, I’m trying to be a bit more creative and make these posts look at least somewhat more appealing, so I hope you like this little header I made (even though I suck at Photoshop).

As always, the list is divided into oneshots and chaptered fics.
My personal favorites are tagged with a “ ★ ”.
Completed chaptered fics are tagged with a “ ✓ ”

Without further ado, all the fanfics can be found under the cut. Enjoy!

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Bad Girls Get Punished

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Smut, nsfw, multiple orgasms, forced orgasms, use of toys, dom / sub, punishment, slight bondage, unprotected sex 

Word Count: 1400

Summary: Bucky punishes you after you’ve been a bad girl 

I sat on the edge of the bed in nothing but my matching black lace bra and panties, hands tucked under my thighs like commanded. The cool air in the bedroom was tickling my bare skin, causing a shiver to roll down my spine, goosebumps rising over my arms and legs. I had been sitting here waiting for twenty minutes and the anticipation of what was coming was making it hard to sit still. My arousal already pooling hot in the pit of my belly.

I closed my eyes and bit hard on my bottom lip, taking a long breath as I pictured Bucky’s face clearly in my mind. We’d been at the club, drinking, celebrating. And maybe I’d pushed his buttons by looking at Pietro a little too fondly, and maybe Pietro’s hands had wandered a little too low while we were dancing; whatever it was though Bucky had passed jealous within seconds and arrived furious. He tugged me back against his chest and away from Pietro’s sticky fingers, making sure I felt the press of his erection along the crease of my ass as he whispered heavily in my ear that I was going to pay for it later. Honestly, that had been the exact reaction I’d been hoping for. 

I moaned quietly, clenching my thighs together as I imagined what he might be doing later. Bucky never kept punishments the same, he mixed it up so I never knew what to expect, so I never knew what was coming.

“What are you thinking about?”

My eyes popped open as Bucky’s voice broke my train of thought, the breath catching in my throat as I watched him walk towards me, only dressed in his dark jeans from earlier, the hard planes of his chest illuminated in the soft light in the bedroom. Suddenly remembering what he’d asked I shook my head quickly.
“Nothing,” I stammered out. Bucky clicked his tongue, shaking one of his metal fingers at me.
“Nothing?” He repeated. “Are you sure you weren’t thinking about Pietro’s hands all over you?”

I shook my head again, wetting my lips with my tongue.
“N - no, I wasn’t thinking of him.”
“Good girl.”

Bucky knelt in front of me, tracing each of his hands up the fronts of my legs until he reached my knees, the corners of his lips picking up into a smirk as he pulled them apart. I inhaled sharply through my nose as he lent forward between my legs, pulling out a wooden box from under the bed.

Bucky rifled through it for a second before looking up at me, nodding towards the top of the bed.

“Go and lie down, hands above your head.”
I did so without question, getting myself comfortable on the pillows before lifting my arms up, my eyes staying on Bucky as he lent over me, his breath ghosting over my face as he secured my wrists to the headboard with the silk scarves he had hold of. I tested them as soon as he was finished; they were tight but not enough that it was cutting any circulation off.

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