My worst fear is someone digging through my archive and finding every mistake I’ve ever made so they can put it on blast. So I’m thinking of compiling a list of every mistake I’ve ever made before anyone else can do it.
Yuuri despises socializing with people he doesn’t know, but his unconventional family and marriage is one of the hottest gossip topics in town especially among the other mums. One day, he decides to just fuck it all…and sorely regrets it afterwards.
“Promise me, Steve. Promise me you’ll give her a life we couldn’t have.”
GIFTED AUwhere Mary is Steve’s and Bucky’s daughter. And when S.H.I.E.L.D learns about the gifted child of the supersoldiers, they try all things possible to take her away from Steve, who’d given up on all to give Mary a normal life that he had promised Bucky he’d give her before Bucky had gone under.
get to know me: [3/∞] favorite pairings → sarah williams & jareth (labyrinth)
Everything you’ve wanted, I have done. You asked that the child be taken - I took him. You cowered before me - I was frightening. I have reordered time. I have turned the world upside down, and I have done it all for you!
What if … Kraglin will become new Captain of Revengers under Stakar and slowly, great Captain Udonta , will become only rumors, old stories who less and less will believe? Kragling becoming more and more ruthless .. with every passing day …
The kicker is, Derek thinks, Dex is nothing like fire.
He’s capped in red, dotted with red like he’s been singed by a thousand bright sparks, but he’s not fire himself. He’s earth, grounded and serious and not given to flight or flame or fancy. Dex gets mad sometimes, but not everyone who gets mad is fire; in Dex’s case he’s an earthquake. A low shudder, a deep rumble, cracks appearing on the surface. If a building should crash to the ground, if an electrical wire should snap and start spraying sparks, those are all side effects. At the core of him, he’s tectonic plates. Low and slowly shifting, every deliberate movement deeply consequential. He’s the earth.
If anyone is fire, it’s Derek himself. He’s made of heat; his attention is constantly jumping; he’s brightness and carefully controlled excitement. He takes in anything, consumes it utterly, makes it part of himself. Burns his signature into it. But Derek has never been able to limit himself to just one element. He’s air, too, and water. He’s ice and metal. But as much as he loves the earth, loves to bury himself in leaves until he can feel the warmth of the soil beneath, he’s never been part of it. He’s never been an anchor.
Dex is. Dex is solid and sure, and, Derek is certain, he holds a core of warmth deep within. So Derek keeps burrowing down, trying to reach it. He wants to find that part of Dex that’s soft and yielding, that makes things grow. Somewhere beneath the surface, beneath hair and skin like a pile of flaming autumn leaves, is the gentle, giving touch of earth. Derek wants to roll around in it forever.