anonymous requested:Oi ! i really like ur writings and was wondering if you do bill skarsgard/pennywise stuff ? if you do can you write a oneshot where Y/N plays the older sister (like shes in her twenties or smth) of beverly and pennywise kills her ? but Bill Skarsgard (he plays Pennywise) has a thing for Y/N and really hopes to impress her but it kinda goes wrong in someway ? idek but it’s been a idea i’ve had for ages ! thankss !
Warnings: Spoilers -? Maybe? IT is a horror movie so, murder and choking. Also brief brief brief topics of vomit.
Word Count: 1880
A/N: I’m fully aware this is one shot is a bit bizarre and definitely a specific niche (not one that I share necessarily) but I feel like I need to preface this by saying this is simply just for fun. PSA Bev Marsh doesn’t have an older sister Y/N’s role is purely for this work
Ever since Y/N got the call telling her she, Y/N L/N, was to play the part of Laura Marsh, her stomach still hasn’t unfolded itself. It was still all balled up in the pit of her lower abdomen, like she could hurl at any time. It had been there through the three months of filming they had done and she concluded that it would probably never leave.
Her character didn’t play much of a part in the loser’s club, but Y/N’s character was given her own story in the film. She was Laura Marsh, the real town ‘slut’ even though she often used her little sister Bev as a scapegoat. She hung out with Patrick Hocksetter and Henry Bower, and was usually one of Bev and the loser’s tormentors. Laura was a bitch by all standards of convention, even Y/N could admit, which was her death scene was supposed to be simultaneously terrifying and reliving.
Y/N watched as the loser’s from her black chair as they played hand games and laughed together on the pavement. The blacktop was so hot! She thought, how the hell did they stand it? Y/N technically had only stopped being a kid three years ago (she was 21 now) but she still could never remember a time where she was so uncaring.
“Do ya’ know when they’re gonna start already? Jesus lets just get on with the scene already!” The slightly squeaky voice of Nicholas Hamilton (Henry Bowers) abruptly asked beside her. Three months ago she would’ve jumped, but now she didn’t even think about it. She heard a chair scraping against the ground and it groaned with the weight of Nick’s body. She turned and smiled at him, placing her thick and annotated script onto her lap. He was wearing an orange wife beater tanktop and Y/N could see redness on his shoulders beginning to form.
“Whoa I die in this scene! You want me gone that much, huh?” Y/N asked, feigning hurt as she chuckled lightly. It was the most unfortunate death for poor Laura Marsh, first she was kissed and then left by her boyfriend (which just so happened to be Henry Bowers) in the sewers of all places, then she was brutally ripped apart by a clown wearing his face. Y/N knew that the younger actor was anxious for his first on-screen make out (he had told her so time and time again) but she hoped the playful conversation would calm his nerves.
Y/N was nervous too but for a different reason entirely. She was an experience actress, she had crossed all the necessary rights of passage, yet she was so nervous. Y/N had talked to Bill Skarsgard twice and she couldn’t shake her stupid, girlish crush. She hardly knew the guy for fuck’s sake! She had wanted so much to come from this movie, It was her first big production movie, but now she was most certainly gonna screw up. How the hell could she pretend to be terrified of the guy when she was secretly thinking ‘I want you to rub my mouth on your mouth’?
“No! No!” Nick assured, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “It’s not the death I’m looking forward to,” he whispered under his breath not so subtly. A few moments of hot silence followed before he reached over and grabbed the script from Y/N’s lap. He lazily fanned himself with it boyishly.
“You’ve got another coupla scenes after this so it’s not like you’re not going anywhere!” He joked as he tried in vain to cool himself off. His voice was shaking slightly and his laughs were constrained, like he wasn’t breathing in enough. Y/N cocked her eyebrow and waited for a few seconds before she made a lunge for her script. She, of course, missed it and hit her elbow on the wooden arm rest of his chair.
“C’mon why do you carry this thing anyhow? Everyone knows you memorized this thing cover to cover the instant you got it.” Nick teased stretching his arm away from Y/N as he peered at all of her highlights and somewhat embarrassing notes.
Y/N tried to crack a smile, but it was true, she did take it everywhere. How could she not? How else could she ensure she’d pull through? Besides was it so wrong for her to make sure everything went perfectly?
Nevertheless, she was beginning to suspect that Nick knew something that he shouldn’t, that sneaky little son of a bitch. She was about to reply with a typical snarky remark but she was interrupted by Andy (the director) shouting, “Y/N, Nick, and Bill - Scene 6 please!” Her heart sank as her body began to move without her brain’s consent. Nick had already jumped up and ran over to Andy enthusiastically. Meanwhile, Y/N’s thighs peeled up from her chair and she awkwardly waddled over to join them.
Andy took one glance at her before waving a makeup artist down and whispering in her ear. How ironic that this makeup artist looked like a scary clown herself, what with all that highlighter. The girl took a dry rag and began to dab Y/N’s face a bit, before she was pulled onto set by someone’s face she didn’t even get to see.
Nick grabbed Y/N’s hand and lightly guided her into position, awaiting Andy to shout “Action!” Y/N could still see the kids offscreen playing their hand games, but now one of them had begun throwing little balls of mud.
“Alright! Is everyone in position?!” Andy asked looking around as if he were waiting for someone to point out a problem. He nodding to the man holding the slate, before loudly shouting “AND ACTION!”
Nick immediately pushed Y/N’s hips up against the walls of the sewers and she giggled obnoxiously. His lips roughly greeted hers in a strained, but very teenager, kiss. The kiss lasted only for a couple of seconds before he pulled away and wiped his mouth, following the script to a tee.
“You’re getting better.” He commented rudely and went back to give her another kiss. But Y/N’s character, Laura pushed his chest back, “What the fuck is that supposed to mean, Henry?” Y/N made sure to smack her lips together, to cock her head, and roll her eyes.
“It means that I thought sluts like you were supposedta’ be good at kissin’. But I guess sluts aren’t really known for their kissin’ anyways.” Again, Nick went in for a kiss, but Y/N pushed him back and feigned disbelief.
Only open your mouth slightly, stop cocking your head, frown, stare, make your eyes water Y/N went through exactly what she had to do in the mirror time and time again, perfecting every part of her express- Crap, lower your chin and …. cry!
Nick glanced at her, though by now her character was balling. “You’re a fucking crazy bitch. You know that right? How much do you charge again?” He asked so sourly the words curdled in his mouth.
“Just get the fuck outta here!” Y/N yelled and she could see, out of her peripheral vision, Andy mouthing along to the words. Nick smirked evilly, before exiting the set and giving her an encouraging off screen thumbs up. Y/N slumped down and cried pathetically, just as it was written. But eventually she stood and stumbled around in the sewers, crying all the way. She could feel the presence of the camera over her shoulder as it followed her like a ghost. Abruptly, the sound of demonic laughter reverberated around the metal of the sewer hitting Y/N’s ears. Bill was too good at that. It made the hair on the back of her neck stand. Her character stopped walking and wiped her nose with the back of her cranberry colored sweatshirt.
A floating red balloon bobbed through the air as it came softly down to where Y/N was standing. It bobbed so peacefully (like the script had said), so her character tried to reach out to get it like a young child. Perhaps poor slut Laura Marsh needed comfort too, Y/N pondered.
“AND PENNYWISE GO!” Andy shouted, marking where CGI would be used to create a horrifying, deformed hell version of Bill’s beautiful face. Y/N jumped and let out a throaty, raspy scream, the same scream she was hired for. She felt cold hands on her sweatshirt before she saw Bill, but once she did she couldn’t help to scream again. It was nightmarish, with his enlarged forehead and pointed smile.
The clown pinned Y/N up against the wall, which would’ve actually choked her if it had not been for the slight incline that let her tiptoes hang on. She gasped and sputtered, still crying and struggling pathetically. “HO HO HEHEHE!” The clown laughed in her ear and the sound shocked her so much that Y/N lost her footing, her toes couldn’t get a grip on the wet floor of the sewer. Bill was already so much taller than her at 6’4” that in order to deliver the lines properly, he had begun brought her up to his face. She gripped tightly onto his gloved hands as she coughed and began to feel a bit light headed as he continued to laugh maniacally.
Just kill me already! Y/N painfully thought, she would hate to be the reason for the failed take. But Pennywise, or Bill, never seemed to talk fast enough and Y/N was really beginning to feel the effects as she tried desperately to gulp in air.
“I - I,” Wheeze. “C-c-can’t-t,” Wheeze.
Immediately like a switch had been pulled, she felt the pressure on her throat release as she fell to the ground into the disgusting water. She gulped in sweet air like she had never breathed before and Andy, god bless him, finally shouted “Cut!”
“Y/N! Are you alright!? I really didn’t mean to! I mean I thought maybe - but - I’m so sorry!” Pennywi- Bill shouted, helping her up by placing his hand on the small of her back. It was so odd hearing him be so gentle and polite while wearing such a terrifying costume. His eyes, which five seconds ago where full of such rage, now were softened and sad. “I can’t believe I didn’t notice,” Bill said exasperatedly and guided her over to where Andy sat, all the while she was still breathing in and out deeply.
“Y/N! Y/N! What happened!” Y/N heard the voices of the child actors as they ran over to inspect the situation.
“It was the heat you dufas!” One of the kids proclaimed obviously, as they patted her shoulder. But all Y/N could focus on was the sound of her heart beating as she panted heavily.
“I’m … fine guys.” Y/N confirmed as she rubbed her neck tenderly. Now that she finally had air in her lungs, the pain of where Bill’s fingers had wrapped around her throat set in.
“I’m so sorry,” Bill repeated as he tried to give her kindest smile he could, buck tooth, blood drenched and everything.
One thing that makes me most proud of Humans of New York is the warmth of the comment section. There are exceptions of course, but generally the responses to each story are thoughtful and encouraging. I joke that Humans of New York is followed by the nicest 25 million people on the Internet. Often the comment section will takes on a life and a narrative of it’s own. During my visit to Santiago, I received an email from a woman named Victoria (aka Sofia) who shared a story about how her life was changed by the support of the HONY community. Very proud to pass it along:
(½) “We’d been trying to adopt for several years. We didn’t want an infant. The waiting list was too long. Plus we had one child already, so we’d already been through the experience of having a baby. We wanted other couples to have that opportunity. So we decided to adopt an older child. But everything went wrong. Our application was invalidated after three years because my husband got a job in Ecuador. When we tried to start over, the government went on strike. Then we lost all our possessions in a storage facility fire. So I was about to give up. I couldn’t do it anymore. The process was stressing me out so much that it was affecting my biological child. Then right when I was about to give up, I saw a Humans of New York post about a man who’d grown up in a group home. I thought: ‘He could have been my child.’ I wrote about my difficulties in the comment section, and hundreds of people responded. Everyone told me not to give up. My phone was buzzing all day. The ones that touched me most were the stories from adopted children. It gave me the strength to go on.”
Use the tag #pethood so I can check out your posts, and take a look at my YouTube channel where I’ll be posting my own gameplay!
No cheating unless it is for storyline purposes
Heir choice is entirely up to the player
Start on the smallest lot in Brindleton Bay
Purchase one tent then cheat funds to 0
Gen 1: A Sim’s Best Friend
Dog Lover, [your choice], [your choice]
After a series of poor financial decisions, you find yourself homeless. You decided to travel to a town called Brindleton Bay to see if you can start a new life there. You earned money by getting a job and selling fish you caught.
Place only a tent on the lot
Fish for money
Use public lots to satisfy all needs except sleep
Introduce yourself to strays you encounter
Choose one out of the strays and befriend it, do not adopt
Get a job
Once you are financially stable, adopt the stray
Become best friends with your pet
Make friends and fall in love
Have a child through adoption or biological means
Have your pet have puppies
Raise the puppies for a few days before giving them up for adoption
Reach top of your career
Gift the heir with a kitten once they become a young adult
Gen 2: Crazy Cat Lady/Guy
Cat Lover, Insider, Hates Children
Growing up, your household was filled with laughter and barks. You wanted to provide that kind of lifestyle for your children, just with meows instead of barking. With your new pet kitten, you decided to go into the city and start a new life.
Move into a small apartment in San Myshuno with your kitten
Join the social media career
Simstagram the kitten almost every day
Give the kitten its own room and pamper it
Fall in love with someone from the city
Move in together and have a child before becoming an adult
Avoid caring for the baby unless it is starving
Argue with partner whenever the baby cries
Break up and kick partner out of apartment
You thought you had found your perfect match. But love just brought you heartbreak and a child you never really wanted.
Adopt another cat
Name it after ex
Try to date again but fail
Adopt another cat and name it after the sim you pursued
Adopt a cat at random intervals after the child ages up from toddler
Be good friends with every cat
Never throw a birthday party for the child
Give the child the smallest room possible
Gen 3: What A Foxy Sim
Noncommittal, Hot-Headed, Dance Machine
Maybe it was because you were neglected as a child, but you constantly craved attention. Ever since you were a baby, your mother never even glanced at you. Her attention was always on those damn cats. You vowed to never be like her. In fact, you didn’t want to be part of this pet-obsessed family at all.
Leave the city as soon as you become a young adult
Despise your mother
Never introduce yourself to any family members
Work as a musician (or celebrity if you have road to fame)
Go to clubs/bars whenever you can
Never turn down an invite to a party
Flirt with random people, never become boyfriend/girlfriend
Go on dates every week, preferably with different people
Irresponsibly woohoo (risky woohoo or occasionally try for baby)
Once you are visibly pregnant stop going on dates
Pregnancy wasn’t something you wanted or expected. But you didn’t want a child to be neglected like you were. So you reluctantly decide to wrap up your partying days and settle down.
Move in with the person you have the highest romance bar with
Raise the child with them
Meet a little fox
Slowly befriend it
Never interact with a cat
Occasionally go on a date with someone other than spouse
Have child catch you cheating
Gen 4: I Want To Help
Cat Lover, Outgoing, Cheerful
Growing up, you had believed everything your mother told you. But seeing her cheat made you rethink everything she had ever said. You found out about your grandmother through her social media profile, and decided to fix everything that went wrong in your family.
Age up with high conflict resolution for mediator trait (Parenthood)
Be friends with grandmother and mother
Fix their bad relationship with each other
Have a large group of friends
Fall in love with a cat owner
Only start dating after learning traits
Marry and move out when your mother befriends the cat
Have multiple children
Love them equally
Try to give them good character values
You loved having a cat, and wanted to help all animals. So why not become a vet? Better yet, why not become a vet with your entire loving family?
Open a family vet clinic
Have it reach 5 stars
Adopt so there is always at least one pet in the family
If a pet becomes pregnant, keep as many pups/kittens as possible
Gen 5: Artistic Streak
Creative, Active, Family Oriented
Your parents taught you to give every life a chance. You loved animals dearly, and got along well with all (well, almost all) of your siblings. In your large family, there was never a silent moment. But you always felt like your life was lacking just a little bit of color…
Max creativity skill as a young child
Be friends with all siblings except one
If you want, you can sort out differences during adulthood
Join the painter career
Move into a small house/apartment
Adopt a cat and dog and give them custom paint
Paint pictures of your pets (paint by reference)
Frame at least one of each
When you become successful, move to a larger home
Meet someone while walking dog and instantly fall in love
Propose and marry very quickly
Adopt or conceive a child on wedding night
Throw extravagant parties for your child and spoil them
After they age up from a toddler, die from unnatural causes
Your death was a shock to the entire art industry. Your child was devastated and took days off school to just cry. And your spouse? Well, they weren’t actually too upset. Because all this time, they had just wanted your success.
Have spouse join the painter career
You can cheat so they become successful immediately
Repaint family pets
Spouse should not talk to the child unless absolutely necessary
Child grows up with perfect grades
Achieve at least two positive character value (parenthood)
Gen 6: Reach For The Moon
Jealous, Mean, Ambitious
Being the only child to a rich widow, you always got what you wanted. But it was never enough. You looked innocent at first glance, but you weren’t the nicest sim around. Anyone doing better than you made you jealous, and you could never get along with co workers. Your only goal was reaching the top of your career, and nothing was going to stand between you and your goal.
Work as a teen
Get perfect grades
Move out to a new neighborhood
Join the astronaut career
Haha get it? Shoot for the moon??
Be disliked by all co workers
Always complete the daily task, even when your needs are low
At level four of your career, join a random club
Befriend everyone except club leader
At level five, adopt a pet that is the same breed as a neighbor’s or co worker’s
Make it more unique or better dressed
Max the training skill
At level six, fall for someone with a spouse
Get closer and eventually make them leave their spouse
At level seven, propose
Your fiancee was pretty decent, but you wanted someone that would make everyone around you green with envy. So you decided to explore your options before fully settling down.
Flirt with other married sims
At level eight, leave your fiancee at the altar
Once you max your career, choose the most successful sim
Convince to leave spouse
Try to get twins (fertility trait, massages, or adopt two kids)
If you don’t get twins, just have two children and age them together
Always age up the twins on the same day
Favor one child over the other
Bigger room, more toys, etc
Gen 7: Not My Fault
Bro, Clumsy, Kleptomaniac
Ever since you were young, you felt like your twin was always favoured over you. You were always too loud, too sloppy, or too annoying. Even your classmates preferred your twin as a friend. So you turned to less… mainstream methods of becoming successful. But hey, it wasn’t you who wanted to go down this path. You just wanted acceptance. Right..?
Have no close friends throughout childhood
Make only one friend during high school
Fall for a classmate
Watch as twin ends up dating your crush
When you age up, move out to live with your twin
Lock yourself into your room whenever your twin throws a party
Your twin becomes successful in a publicly accepted career
Doctor, business, etc
Get a job in a similar career but quit after a few days
Your twin gets married to your crush and has a child
Move out when the baby becomes a toddler
Get a house with your high school friend
Adopt a raccoon
Hack for money
Steal items when funds are low
Max mischief skil
Sneak into twin’s house while he is at work
Seduce his/her spouse
Leave before he/she returns
Get caught cheating
Getting caught made you realize how selfish you had become. By now, your feelings for your highschool sweetheart were close to nonexistent. Gradually, you begin to understand who you had loved all along. Somebody who had been by your side since high school
End relationship with twin’s spouse
Start dating roommate
Go on unique dates (go to the gym, garden together, visit the lighthouse, etc)
Adopt a child, even if biological child is possible
Other children are optional
Raise raccoon and child(ren) very well
Shelter child(ren) from your past and the dangers of the world
Gen 8: At Death’s Door
Snob, Family Oriented, Insane
Your family was never struggling for money, nor rich. Your parents had always shielded you from the dangers and pains of the world, and that lead to a pretty bland childhood. During your high school years, you began realizing how limited your life actually was. You wanted more. You weren’t content with just a normal life. You wanted something more… exotic.
Stay out late and rebel since high school
Move in with your grandparents during teenage life stage
Adopt a robot dog (custom paint)
Have no curfew
Party often and have a large group of not so close friends
Date around, never get soulmate status
When one of your grandparents die, talk to the grim reaper
Fall in love with the grim reaper
Start trying to kill a sim to see the reaper again
Try to get one of the relationship bars to 50%
If you can’t make it after one sim death, keep killing sims
The sim is insane, so use any method
When you reach 50% in either friendship or romance
Add reaper to the household with cheats
Throw a lot of money into the wishing well (romantic garden)
Use the 1,000 simoleon option
Wish for a child
Try to get the overwhelmingly negative or death outcome
Treasure the child and raise him/her with the reaper
What were you thinking during your younger days? Dating the reaper of souls? Raising a child together? Strangely enough, you began craving the mundane life you wished to escape.
Break up with grim reaper, move him out
Begin dating a normal sim
Have a baby biologically or adopt
Get engaged, do not marry yet
Gen 9: Wished Upon
Evil, Loner, Foodie
Your mother abandoned your otherworldly father when you were young. Then she moved on to a boring old sim. You hated your sibling and your stepparent. You wanted your real family back.
Join the renegades as a child
Become enemies with stepparent
Stage an “accident” for stepparent
Meet up with your reaper father
Get parents back together
Become a chef
Live on the museum lot by the graveyard
Adopt a ghost pet and befriend random ghost animals
you’re selfish but i could never tell that to you because you’d find a way to make it my fault. the way you walk around this house and act like everything that went wrong is out of your hands. you push over sandcastles and tell me the ocean is the enemy. you find ways to get out of responsibility. it’s incredible to me.
the worst part is that you’ll never say you’re sorry.
Prompt: The reader’s nosy (and quite rude) relatives are coming over for an unexpected family dinner. Long story short, they expect the reader to have a boyfriend, which the reader most definitely does not have. Luckily, they do have a best friend by the name of Peter Parker. One small favor wouldn’t be too much to ask, right?
Warnings: Some angst towards the end.
Word Count: 3,524
A/N: The reader doesn’t know Peter is Spider-Man in this imagine. Also, I’m sorry if there are any grammatical errors. My usual beta reader wasn’t available and I really wanted to get this imagine posted. Enjoy!
“I-I’m sorry, what?” Peter stammered back through the phone.
This was not how you planned this day to go.
“It’s a long story. Nosy relatives coming over for dinner, may have lied and said I had a boyfriend just to get them to shut up, don’t actually have a boyfriend, typical family stuff, you know?” you tried to explain.
There was a slight pause as Peter digested all of the information you just threw at him.
“Okay, so basically, you broke under pressure and lied about have a boyfriend, and now you need me to be your boyfriend to protect you from your nosy relatives?” repeated Peter.
You rolled your eyes, perfectly aware that Peter couldn’t see them through the phone call, but positive that he felt the frustration anyway, “I didn’t break under pressure, I just… improvised.”
“Oh yeah, totally,” said Peter, voice dripping with playful sarcasm. “So do you need me to be your boyfriend or not?”
Summary: How does someone so innocent end up with someone like Richie?
Many times, the loser’s Club asked themselves one question.
How does someone like you, an innocent, pure soul, end up with a trash mouth like Richie Tozier?
And unfortunately, they were never able to answer the question.
You had been apart of the Loser’s Club for a long time before you started dating Richie. Of course, not long after Richie joined, you couldn’t help but be attracted to him. His hair, his freckles, his glasses, everything. You might’ve even been in love.
Except, you never understood his jokes.
Even though you were all in high school and you probably should’ve know a lot more, you didn’t. A lot of times, it caused you to be teased, but you could care less.
Though, it did make it hard during times when you were with your friends and joking around. For example, when Eddie complained about Richie spending his summer inside an arcade and Richie responded with, “It’s better than spending it inside your mom.”
As soon as the words left his mouth, Stan immediately shoved his hands on top of your ears while him and Bill glared at Richie.
“D-don’t ruin our precious (Y/n),” Bill said.
So, when you and Richie admitted to liking each other and agreeing to go out, the Losers lost their shit.
“You’re going to ruin her!”
“You’re going to take away her innocence!”
“Don’t mess this up!”
After about a month of dating, they finally got over it. They could see how much Richie tried to limit himself around you and how much he actually cared.
Until one day, everything went wrong.
You and the Losers had been riding your bikes around town, going to get ice cream and then going to the park. You had only been there for about 30 minutes when it happened.
Eddie and Richie had been arguing about the homework you received from your English class when Eddie said, “What in the world did you do with your life to become this stupid?”
As soon as the words left your mouth, your eyes widened as did everyone else’s. Hell, even Richie seemed shocked.
The group stared at you for what felt like hours before all hell broke loose. The all immediately started talking (screaming) over each other, completely freaking out. Some of them asked what made you say that while others accused Richie of corrupting “your innocent brain”.
In the midst of all the chaos, Richie suddenly grinned at you from the bench he was sitting on before yelling, “That’s my girl!” Bev then proceeded to slap him on the head.
You blushed bright red at this, wanting nothing more than to disappear. You did not like all the attention and wished you hadn’t even opened your mouth.
Finally, after about an hour of the group freaking out, you all agreed to start heading home. The group went their separate ways while you and Richie walked home together.
The two of you walked side by side in a comfortable silence. That was until Richie spoke up.
“That was hot.”
You looked at him incredulously.
“What you said earlier. That was hot.”
You blushed slightly, looking down.
“Thanks, I guess.”
The rest of the walk home was silent, up until you got to your house. You and Richie stood outside, facing each other.
“I had fun today, we should do it again.”
“Only if it includes you talking back like that again.”
“Then maybe I will.”
Giving him a quick peck on the cheek, you rushed inside, leaving a smiling (and slightly red) Richie Tozier on your front porch.
But what if… Humans are the galaxies best wing men ever becaus:
Um no, we do not want to steal that 500lb purple jellatenous toxic love from you
Humans are bragging all the time anyways, so it’s not weird if they start bragging about our ailien friend
If there was a miscommunation and the intended was already spoken for… there is nobody better to be stuck in a barfightbwith because, a) humans are all terrifying and brutish b) If you win its a great story told tomorrow c) if you loose its a great story told tomorrow
Humans are always uninhibited it seems, even if they aren’t drunk, they are always starting conversations with strangers
Also, we are big cuddlers Which is nice if everything went wrong and it’s time to hug it out
Humans are so excitable that its like having your own personal cheersquad.
(Yeah you go Quztak! You go tell ‘em they’ve got a great squiggle!)
Request: Can I request one where Tony Starks little sister is in a failing relationship? They were at the tower arguing and Tony came in the room just as the guy was hitting her? But before Tony could do anything Bucky storms over and knocks the guy through the wall. She tells him it’s been going on for a while and she was scared to say anything about it.
Note: for anyone in an abusive relationship or family, I hope you know you’re strong enough to get out. reach out to someone that can help. without further ado, thanks for the request, darlin! I hope it doesn’t suck, omg. leave a comment and let me know your thoughts! .c
You weren’t sure how it happened; what changed. Everything was going smoothly, you were happy. Your world felt perfect. The honeymoon phase had gone and passed, and it still felt like a fairy-tale relationship. He was a gentleman - the type that opened your car door for you and made sure your seat-belt was tight enough before he drove off. The type that held open doors and pulled your chair out, took care of you when you were sick and rubbed your feet after working all day. Your relationship was one of which little girls dream to have when they get older - full of love, loyalty, and everlasting happiness.
Sadly, not everything is as it seems. Behind closed doors, that gentleman you fell in love with, along with those eyes and that shining smile that made you feel fireworks in your belly, turned cold and everything went wrong. Three words kept your feet planted.
Your feet always did become tired after being on them for too long.
The team had left for a mission, one you were able to get out of so you could spend your three year anniversary with your boyfriend while they were gone. It felt normal again, like the worst was over with and you could let go of what has happened. You made dinner for the both of you; his favorite dish. You wanted to stay in and have a more intimate evening than be in the eye of a crowd on such a special occasion.
Everything was perfect for a few hours. And then it wasn’t. He complained about his job while eating, which you listened to because you care, then he started talking about moving away, getting out of this place. You noticed the way his eyes darted around the large kitchen in the Avengers Tower. You had a gut feeling he meant this place in particular.
Your life was here. A well paying job, saving people alongside your friends, your brother was here, your friends, and New York City was your home. There’s no way you were going to give this up.
The loud clank of a fork dropping against the ceramic plate caused you to flinch in your seat after you spoke your mind. His hard stare bore into your eyelids as you stared down at your dinner with a fast beating heart. Your palms grew damp as his breathing became erratic.
“Excuse me?” His voice was rough and low. You looked up and his fists were clenched, the skin pulled tight against his knuckles. Those of which you’ve had contact with more times than you could count. Sighing softly, you kept your cool.
You avoided his eyes as you chose your words carefully. “My life is here.” Your voice didn’t come out as you had hoped, you sounded small. His nostrils flared and he jolted from the table, his thighs knocking against the edge, causing his glass to fall over and his drink to spill. Your body jerked at the action and you hoped he wouldn’t do anything.
Even hope fails sometimes.
He stormed out of the room and your eyes followed his tensed body. You sighed and rest your elbows on the table, rubbing your temples for a few moments. It’s the night of your anniversary and spending it arguing was not in your plans, so you wanted to fix this now. Scooting your chair back, you left the mess as is and went to find him.
You stepped into your bedroom and watched him pace back and forth, pulling at his hair. “Baby, can we just ta-” His head shot towards you and his eyebrows were creased together. “I don’t want you here anymore!” He yelled, the vein in his neck protruding. You stepped towards him and scoffed. “This-this is my life! I’m not throwing it away!” Your voice was louder and it surprised him.
Anger started to overtake every emotion you had. “I’m sorry but if you don’t like it, then I don’t know what to tell you.” You shrugged and he laughed, deep and menacing. “What I say goes, sweetheart. You’re mine!” He said it as if you were his property and you stood silent.
“You’re a fucking bitch, you know that!?” Your mouth fell open as he continued to yell at you. All of what he said was a lie, you do everything for him. For years you’ve been nothing but good to him.
“How am I a bitch? Because I don’t want to do what you want to do for once? I could be out with my team right now saving people but I chose to spend tonight with you!”
Your voice was just as loud as his but you didn’t care. You both knew you weren’t giving up your life here. What you didn’t know, was that the whole team was listening since they had all just arrived and heard you two in the quiet tower, and two men were making their way up to you.
He took a step towards you and gripped your arm, jerking you in place, his face mere inches from yours. You struggled in his grip and tried to pull it away but his grip was too tight. “You’re hurting me, stop it!” Your eyes filled with tears and your lip trembled.
His jaw clenched as his grip got even tighter, causing you to yelp. Your fingers dug into his hand but it wouldn’t budge. “I don’t fucking care! You’re mine and we’re leaving! What I say goes!” You ignored the pain in your arm and shoved his chest with your other hand this time. He stumbled a tad then he gripped both of your arms so you couldn’t fight back.
“I grew up here, I’m not leaving just because you want me to!” Your words only angered him more. You were denying him what he wanted and he hated it. His face came even closer to yours and you cowered away as best you could.
He let you go with a growl and you hissed at the pain, the throbbing in your arms was excruciating. He started pacing again, his fists clenched. You couldn’t take this anymore. The only thing you were leaving is him and this is the moment you’ve been waiting for deep down. Your eyes spilled tears as you gathered the courage to speak.
“We’re done.” Your voice shook and you wiped at your cheeks.
Suddenly, he turned around and lifted his hand in the air, but before he could strike, a large body ran into him, both of them going straight through the wall and into the room beside yours. You screamed and jerked away as you felt a hand rest on your shoulder. Your brother was standing there, his eyes wide with shock and anger.
He pulled you into his chest and the reality of what could’ve happened, yet again, settled in. You sobbed into his chest and he pulled you out of the room. Before you were out all the way, you looked inside and saw Bucky punch your boyfriend - ex boyfriend - in the face, yelling something you couldn’t make out.
Steve met you and Tony in the hallway, his eyes falling on Tony’s for a split second. Steve clenched his jaw as his eyes landed on your sobbing figure. “What happened? Are you okay?” He made to reach out to touch you but Tony wouldn’t let him. “Get Barnes.” Your brother rasped and Steve gave him a curt nod. Bucky’s yells were still coming from your room, seemingly getting louder as the seconds passed.
Tony took you into the common room and sat you down on the couch. You were shaking and crying as he held you in his arms. The tower was so silent, you could hear Steve yelling below at Bucky.
“You’re going to kill him!”
“He deserves it!”
“You fucking piece of shit! How dare you!”
“Bucky, he’s out cold!”
“I don’t fucking care! He hurt her!”
Tony reached for a remote on the coffee table and turned on his stereo, keeping it loud enough to drown out their yells. You always loved classical music and you felt yourself starting to calm down as the minutes passed. Your breathing slowed but you were still shaken up.
Tony turned to you and you avoided his eyes. “Y/N…” He gulped, trying to figure out how to ask this. You wiped your nose and sighed. “I didn’t know what to do, Tony.” Your voice cracked and Tony pulled you back into his arms, rubbing your back. He lightly shushed you as you sobbed loudly.
“Never again. Never. Again.” He repeated his words as a promise to you. He wanted to go down to your room and take care of your ex but he knew Bucky had done enough damage already. You needed him more anyways.
You pulled away from Tony and was about to say something until Bruce came in. He had a few cuts on his face and you knew the mission must’ve been tough since he was fighting along with them. Guilt surfaced.
“I’m sorry to interrupt, but do you need… Did he.. Are you-” It was hard for him to ask if you were hurt or needed help, so you just nodded. Tony and Bruce then escorted you to the medical room. You remained quiet and so did they. The atmosphere was too fragile for speaking. But you knew you’d have to sooner or later.
Bruce checked out your arms, applying gentle pressure until you winced at the pain. He told you there was bruising but thankfully nothing was broken from what he felt. After that, he set you up to take some x-rays. He jotted everything down on your clipboard. He has one for everybody; saving the world and its people comes with broken bones and wounds.
You could detect a change in Bruce as you walked out from behind the machine. “You have a broken rib on your left side.” He walked you over to the photos of your x-rays. He pointed it out and your stomach sank as you bowed your head and bit the inside of your lips.
He looked at you, sighing. “So, two weeks ago, on the mission when you-” You nodded your head. You were arguing with your boyfriend about some guy hitting on you at a bar that night. It wasn’t your fault yet you suffered the consequences by being slammed into your dresser. Your excuse was a guard kicking you during a mission the next day.
“It was him.” He breathed out, looking back at your x-rays. The sound of the door slamming shut made you flinch - though nearly everything did. You thought it was him coming after you, but you saw Tony marching away through the glass doors. He was still angry, probably blaming himself for not noticing this before.
“I’m gonna go talk to him.” You quietly excused yourself and Bruce nodded, giving you a tight lipped smile. Your mind was racing with thoughts as you followed after your brother. Where would your ex go? Is Bucky okay? Did Steve get him away before he killed your ex? Will everyone judge you for staying when they find out?
Your thoughts were silenced when you arrived at the common room. Tony and Bucky were talking and you stood in your spot, eavesdropping. “He’s definitely getting locked up. I don’t want him anywhere near her ever again.” Bucky was breathing heavily and Tony hummed in agreement.
“I wish she would’ve come to me. I could’ve stopped this.” Tony sounded sad now, his anger leaving his body as he thought about it. Bucky sighed and you peeked around, seeing him lay his hand on Tony’s shoulder. “Look, none of us would’ve known. It’s not your fault or hers.”
Your eyes burned with tears and you left before you were seen. You didn’t feel guilty for not telling them, they knew you couldn’t. In a situation like that, nobody could really know what would happen if you tried to leave. The first time you did, you had to pack on make-up to hide a black eye. You thought staying was the safest option - you were wrong. But leaving wasn’t so easily done.
You asked Friday to let everyone know you needed to be alone for a few hours to clear your mind. As you entered your room, your eyes went straight to the huge hole in the wall. It would need to be replaced but that was the least of your worries right now.
Taking a deep breath, you walked out onto your balcony. It was slightly windy and you looked out across the area, the sound of the city below calmed your nerves only slightly. The sun was setting and you felt a small wave of peace. You were finally free from him and the torment. But not entirely.
The door opened suddenly and you were immediately alert, the hair on your arms standing up straight. “It’s me.” Bucky could see your tensed muscles and he kicked himself for it. Had your ex not done those things to you, you wouldn’t be so scared with someone enters a room, or when you hear someone yelling or slamming something. Noises like that terrified you.
Bucky walked up beside you, watching the city bustle with cars and people. He looked down at his hands, all clean from the blood from earlier, some from the mission and some from your ex. You could hear his breathing, it was ragged and shallow. He looked back out towards the city and everything was blurry now from his tears.
“How long?” His whisper mixed with the wind but you caught it. You swallowed thickly. “Two years.” Your voice was barely over a whisper and you could see Bucky slump his shoulders from your peripheral. “Why?” His voice shook and your eyes filled with tears yet again.
“He said he loved me.” Your lip trembled and you shook your head, not seeing how untrue those words were until now. Bucky clenched his jaw, glancing at your face. Oh how he wished he hadn’t because it made him want to have his hands around your ex’s neck again. It took everything in him not to leave and go finish it.
“I was so scared to say anything. I thought that…that maybe the first time was just an accident.” Your voice cracked and Bucky pulled you into his body and held you close. He was shaking with anger, his eyes shut tightly as he imagined the things your ex did to you. Holding you was his anchor right now.
Bucky pressed his lips to your head and you leaned further into him. “Y/N, you’ll never have to see him again. That was not love. I’m so sorry you had to go through that.” He whispered in your ear, his voice full of certainty and sadness.
You nodded against his chest and sighed. “I feel so stupid, Bucky. He-he wanted me to leave and I didn’t want to, I couldn’t. Then like every time we argue, he just lost it. I feel so weak.” You sniffled and gripped Bucky’s shirt tightly, as if he’d disappear and you were just dreaming and you’d wake up next to your ex, trapped in fear.
Bucky pulled away and let his flesh hand hold your cheek as softly as he could. “God, Y/N, no. No, you are not weak. Don’t say that, not around me, not ever. H-he could’ve killed you.” His voice cracked this time, his blue eyes pooling with tears. The longer Bucky stared into your eyes, he realized just how much he wanted to show you what love really is. But not yet. He could only protect you for now.
“Dammit, I could kill him. You deserve so much more, Y/N. If you’ll let me, I’ll protect you with my life. I won’t let anyone hurt you ever again.” Bucky’s thumb caressed your skin and a tear fell down his cheek. You nodded, letting out a sob as you pulled Bucky in for a hug. His arms held you close and tight, blocking you from everything.
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like, during season 4, not after when everything went terribly wrong
- Padme, 6-9 months pregnant, rushes into combat all the time. Anakin has an aneurysm. “YOU ARE A SENATOR. HOW DO YOU GET SHOT AT ALL THE TIME???” and yet she never actually takes damage because she is ~flawless~
- officially, Padme’s children have no father. In an interview with the press, she said “I wanted a baby, so I acquired one” and that’s that. unofficially, anyone with the Force knows Anakin is the father. Honestly, anyone with eyes knows Anakin is the father.
- because you know how Anakin and Padme are the least subtle secret couple? Yeah, that goes out the window when she gets pregnant. Anakin kisses her mid-battle and smooches her back at camp and watches her with stars in his eyes and professes his love for her all the time. When Padme asks about this, he just shrugs and says “well they haven’t kicked me out of the order yet!”
- which is mostly because of Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan is deliberately pretending he didn’t see his former padawan makeout with a senator. it’s like, okay, he knows he’s supposed to do something about this, but they are in the middle of a war, and if they have to kick Anakin out of the Order right now for knocking up a senator then they will lose this war. Obi-Wan has more important things to worry about than Anakin’s libido.
- speaking of the clones, oh man, they are so fiercely protective of Padme. She is their general’s lady and their senator and they would gladly die before letting her or her babies get hurt.
- (but also, preggars Padme makes them sad, because will any of them ever get that for themselves? probably not–they were made to die, and with the rapid aging…but maybe one day…)
- Rex has absolutely had to go get weird food combinations in the middle of the night for his general’s wife. absolutely. that is in Rex’s job description.
- also you thought Padme gave effective speeches before? Imagine pregnant Padme giving speeches about needing to end the war for peace for the future. 110% approval rating comes from soft pregnancy glow.
- the twins are born on a battlefield in a camp where there’s blasterfire and smoke not two feet away. Obi-Wan is there, and he intends to tell Anakin and Padme both that he’s sorry, that they’ll get the twins for a little while, but they’ll have to go to the temple, they’ll have to be raised in the creche–
- but then luke is born, and the Force screams at Obi-Wan this is your padawan and obi-wan goes “oh” softly.
- also, Leia comes into the world and Ahsoka watches and goes “oh look it’s my padawan. I mean I’m a padawan myself but that girl is going to be my padawan some day this is rad.”
- so Anakin relaxes a bit, ‘cause the Force is going to take care of its grandchildren okay, it wants it’s favorite son to be happy.
- which means Palpatine has lost any and all chance of converting Anakin to the dark side. It will never happen now.
- i’m not saying that after they are born, Anakin and Padme strap a twin each to their back and then head out into battle, but Luke and Leia’s first lullaby is the sound of blasterfire and lightsabers
Maggie Stiefvater talks 'All the Crooked Saints,' and here's a first look at the cover
Maggie Stiefvater may have concluded the Raven Cyclejust last year, but the author already has a new stand-alone YA novel hitting shelves later this year.
The book, titled All the Crooked Saints, takes place in the 1960s in Bicho Raro, Colorado and follows the lives of three members of the Soria family-each of whom is searching for their own miracle. There’s Beatriz, who appears to lack feelings but wants to study her mind; Daniel, the “Saint” of Bicho Raro, a miracle worker for everyone but himself; and Joaquin (a.k.a. Diablo Diablo), who runs a pirate radio station at night.
Adding to the mystery (and magic) of the book is the book’s intriguing cover-which EW is pleased to reveal exclusively below.
“There are owls in the book because owls are a very scientific creature that gets credited with a lot of magical superstitions,” Stiefvater tells EW. “There are roses in the book because roses are a very magical flower that take a lot of science to truly understand. Put that together and well - as the kids say, that’s it. That’s the book.”
With Stiefvater’s latest novel set to hit stores on Oct. 10, EW caught up with the bestselling author to find out more about what’s in store for readers, her process, and of course, her upcoming Ronan Lynch trilogy.
ENTERTAINMENT WEEKLY: All three of your characters are looking for a miracle. What do miracles, or the idea of miracles mean to them? MAGGIE STIEFVATER: Miracles! Miracles! Miracles! This book is full of them. I was taught by nuns for the first dozen years of my life, and so I was raised with a pantheon of peculiar saints: decapitated saints who carried their own severed head through the streets of cities, saints who exorcised demons from the bottoms of milk pails, saints who flew unexpectedly.
The Soria family are saints as well, and the miracle they perform for pilgrims to Bicho Raro is as strange as most miracles are: They can make the darkness inside you visible. Once the pilgrims see their inner darkness face to face, it’s up to them to perform another miracle on themselves: banishing the darkness for good. It can be a tricky business to vanquish your inner demons, even once you know what they are, but the Sorias are forbidden to help with this part. They’ve all been told that if a Soria interferes with the second miracle, it will bring out their own darkness, and a saint’s darkness, so the story goes, is a most potent and dangerous thing.
The three cousins in the story all have their own relationship with the family miracles: Daniel, the current acting Saint of Bicho Raro, wants to help the pilgrims overcome their darkness through holiness and empathy. Beatriz, on the other hand, would prefer if the Sorias approached the miracle from a more logical and scientific place. And Joaquin is less interested in miracles and more interested in broadcasting rock & roll from a pirate radio station in the back of a battered box truck.
How did you come up with the name “Bicho Raro”? I’d just finished writing the rather heavy final installment of the Raven Cycle, and I thought it would be nice to switch things up with something playful and - dare I say it? “Feel good”? Does that sound like a Stiefvater novel to you?
So I tried to be as playful in my language as I could. I figured if my words were frolicking, readers might too. “Bicho raro” (“rare bug”) is just a little way to speak fondly about odd people, like “strange bird” or “odd duck.” It’s less about the Soria family themselves and more about the varied pilgrims who come to Bicho Raro.
What inspired the novel’s setting? Three years ago, I convinced Scholastic that instead of flying to all of my tour events for Sinner, the companion book to the Shiver trilogy, I would instead drive my 1973 Camaro to them. Seven thousand miles, coast to coast, just an American girl in a muscle car, seeing the breadbasket of our fine country while hawking a novel about burned-out werewolves - nothing could go wrong.
Spoiler: Everything went wrong. I spent my time evenly divided between meeting readers and repairing the Camaro by the side of the road.
At one point, the brakes went out (for the second time), and I coasted into an auto repair shop in Del Norte, Colorado. The sun was white, the air was dust, and the mountains were sharp as hell all around. While I waited for the mechanic to take a look at my brake lines, the receptionist told me tall tales and ghost stories about straight-arrow desert roads and demons dancing in the dust and strangers appearing in the night.
I thought to myself: This is where my next novel takes place.
What made you decide to set All the Crooked Saints in the 60s? Is there something in the history of Colorado at that time that speaks to you? Music! Music! Music! When I was growing up in the 80s, my father always had the radio set to the Golden Oldies - I didn’t realize, in fact, that it wasn’t contemporary music. I thought Del Shannon and Patsy Cline and the Byrds were everyone’s current groove. Even after I discovered differently, it didn’t matter; that music had become the sound of my childhood. There’s something about 60s music and the 60s in general that I think pairs perfectly with a novel about the teen experience - 60s America was going through an adolescence in a lot of ways, and it was a time of mystical joy, innocence lost, increasingly uncomfortable self-awareness of the limitations of tradition, and colorful agitation for change, all of it emotional and urgent. If that’s not a description of being a teen, I don’t know what is.
I’ve been dying to write a novel steeped with the music of that time for about five years now, and for this one, it made sense. I had an incredibly grand and self-indulgent time listening to the music Joaquin and Beatriz spin in their covert broadcasts.
Your work has always been infused with aspects of magical realism. What would you say are some of your influences? Magic! Magic! Magic! For this book in particular, Isabel Allende, Gabriel Garca Mrquez, Erick Setiawan, Ali Shaw, and maybe even John Irving - I have read a lot of wonderful magic realism and wry, intimate family stories over the last decade, and Saints is my affectionate nod to them. It was also informed by movies, though - I really wanted to capture the mood of films like Big Fish, Chocolat, and Amlie. That whimsy and magic and nostalgia. These are strange, hard times that we’re living in, and I wanted to write about magic - I always do - but I also felt like I wanted to leave readers with something that made them happy, hopeful, and excited about all the odd miracles that exist in the world and in themselves.
Of course, I have to ask one question about the upcoming Ronan trilogy. Is there anything you could tease about it? Insert, Stiefvater said, an enigmatic smile here.
All the Crooked Saints will be available for purchase on Oct. 10.
Dude do u guys have any idea of how much shit Paramore has been through since the end of the Brand New Eyes era? Zac and Josh left, they had to find strength and inspiration to start over, they did, made the most fabulous album and the most beautiful tour, won a Grammy, Parahoy, things were finally going just fine and everything seemed ok and we had the most happy Paramore we ever got… and all of sudden everything went wrong in every single way, Jeremy left, Jeremy sued, losing friends, pmore almost came to an end, Hayley left the band, depression and now divorce… They are SO STRONG i dont even know where to begin, after every single difficulty they faced they had the guts to start over and fight… I am so proud of them i have no words to express it, i guess there’s nothing left for us to do than to respect them and show love and support ALWAYS cause if there’s something they do deserve it is love above anything else
Do you know any break up fics with a happy ending?
Thank you for these requests! ALL ABOARD THE ANGST TRAIN! (I couldn’t include a lot of fics because the breakup aspect is a spoiler, but let me know if I missed any that you think should be on here!)
Yuuri and Victor Break Up (With a Happy Ending!)
rekindlingby fan_nerd, Mature, 9.1k Victor stands on Yuuri’s doorstep in the pouring rain with a bouquet of flowers. It’s the middle of the night. The tall man is out of breath, soaking wet, and his eyes are red. Yuuri sighs, letting his ex-boyfriend in like the sympathetic fool that Victor knows he is. “What are you doing here?” He hurries to catch his breath and reply, but his mouth is dry. Victor doesn’t exactly have an answer to that question. WHAT THE HECK THIS IS AMAZING
Break the Cycle by SigmundFreud, Explicit, 26k Yuuri’s neck was bright red, matching the colors of his cheeks. His eyes were half-lidded with pupils blown wide. He could try to avoid Victor all he wanted, but standing this close to the man made Yuuri lose all rational thought. Victor was like a drug, the strongest drug Yuuri knew, and he could never reject those lips. I love this fic omg
Equal Footing by runningwafers, Gen, 4.3k When Yuuri says he wants to end things the night before the free skate, Victor breaks down. Maybe it’s the catalyst they need to finally get on the same page about their relationship.
See You Nextby rougeandtonic, Explicit, 12k (WIP) Yuuri realizes that he’ll sabotage Victor’s career if he asks him to coach and compete at the same time. This leads to a standoff of ultimatums over who will skate and who won’t. A standoff that ends with Victor in St Petersburg and Yuuri half a world away. SO MUCH ANGST
Let’s End This by DawnMalfoy, Not Rated, 1.9k Yuuri is not good at difficult conversations, so when it comes to having a difficult conversation with Victor things don’t go as he planned them to. HAPPY ENDING!
The Love We Deserve by cactusoctupus, Mature, 20k The thing is Victor is so beautiful, so brilliant. And he always imagined that Victor was just around Yuuri to have fun. To have something to do. The proposal however, made it too real. Yuuri could not accept Victor loving him that way. Because Victor deserved better than that. He deserved better. I haven’t read this yet but it was rec’d to me by a follower!
They Say by momichi, Teen, 3.6k They say Victor and Yuuri aren’t really a thing, but Yuri Plisetsky knows better. Very cute and a bit angsty!
Holding on for Dear Life by icterine, Teen, 2.4k It turns out that sometimes heartbreak happens in seconds, unexpectedly – and once it does, there’s no dulling of the senses. Victor’s heart shatters. Great one-shot!
The Man Who Can’t Be Moved by deeleeon, Teen, 9.3k (WIP) Victor and Yuuri have known each other for a long time… “We’ve been friends for 6 years, dated for another 3, was married for 2 and…. got divorced 2 years ago.” Victor says as he drinks his beer. “Maybe that’s the reason why you still can’t let go… You guys have known each other for such a long time.” Chris replies as he looks as his friend. “I should be fine. I’m the one who asked for a divorce…” Victor smiles bitterly as he stares at his drink.
Compromises by Ellie_Rosie, Teen, 51k **Graphic Depictions of Violence Their relationship was one of compromises, Yuuri thought, usually in Victor’s favour. Not that Yuuri minded - in all likelihood, he would probably set himself on fire if Victor complained about being cold. But there was one thing Yuuri point blank refused to compromise on; he would not step foot within a 100 metre radius of an ice rink. WOW!
Our Love by flippednique, Not Rated, 16k “I want a divorce.” There was a barrage of emotions on Yuuri’s face that ranged from shock, to hurt, to disbelief, to pained, to angry, to livid before he pulled away from Viktor completely, grabbed his scarf and left the house with the door banging on his way out. The word, “Fine.” rang like a death sentence. Strangely enough, Viktor felt like he could breathe. Sooo angsty omg
We Don’t Have to Stay Buried by nagoyadelay, Teen, 6k (WIP) Yuuri moved to Russia to be with Viktor. But everything went wrong. Two and a half years after a brutal break-up, Yuuri and Viktor have an unexpected encounter that leaves them both confused, vulnerable, and possibly… ready to try again? Have they both grown enough as people to form a lasting relationship? Or will they repeat the mistakes that doomed them the first time around? This is so so good so far!
stay by my side by paranoid_fridge, Not Rated, 3.1k “Finally!” somebody shouts and Yuuri jumps. Russian Yuri stomps toward him, expression dark. “He’s on his third round of that.” Yuri jerks a thumb to the rink behind his back. “Make him stop before he hurts himself.” Another great happy ending fic!
“head cannon that when scorbus gets married Draco turns into that crazy mom that freaks out everytime something goes wrong and has an opinion about the outfits and venue and decorations and just looses his shit after the weakly-potter clan get hammered at the wedding and he just gives up and joins them” ~Anon