#sentence starter saturday

[sky-neverending]

@steddiemas Day 16: Angst Themed Sentence Starters

Just leave already. You obviously don’t want to be here.

Tags: Established Relationship, Ficlet, Angst, Angst with a happy ending, Steve Harrington needs a hug, Good Boyfriend Eddie Munson

WC: 655 | Rating: Teen

“Just leave already. You obviously don’t want to be here.”

Those are the last words Steve said to Eddie on Christmas Eve. Two sentences, two small sentences that hurt more than any injury either of them had endured over their lives.

“Fine,” Eddie had grumbled, grabbing his bag from the living room couch. “If that’s what you want, I'll go.” And then he had left, slamming the front door behind him at exactly 6:35 P.M.

The argument that led up to him leaving was beyond stupid. It was silly, the way that one meaningless comment had caught in Steve’s already panic riddled mind.

“This is my first Christmas Eve in forever without Wayne,” he said as the two snuggled up on the couch. “After I moved in, he always promised to be home before midnight. I think he wanted me to know he was there, no matter what.” His voice was soft, distant.

It made Steve tense. “You don’t have to be here.”

Eddie had twisted his neck to look at him. “What?”

“You don’t have to be here,” Steve repeated. “It obviously means a lot to you to spend it with him, so you can go home if you want.”

“Why would I want that?” Eddie sat up. “I said I was spending it with you, Stevie.”

“Yeah well,” Steve paused. There was a tension growing in the air, and out of pure panic that Eddie didn’t want to be there, he kept pushing. “It’s not like I'm used to having anyone here on holidays anyway. So go hang out with Wayne.”

Eddie was standing now, fidgeting with his hands. “I don’t want to go hang out with Wanye! I want to be here with you!”

“You obviously don’t,” Steve muttered under his breath, standing as well.

“What?” Eddie asked. He sounded like all the air in his lungs had been knocked out of him. “Steve, why would you think-”

And Steve lost it. He didn’t want to look up at Eddie, didn’t want to see the face of someone he was about to push away because of his own childish worries. “Just leave already. You obviously don’t want to be here.”

Silence filled the space around them. “Fine,” Eddie muttered, and then he was gone.

As soon as the engine of Eddie’s van roared to life, Steve broke. He fell back down onto the couch, hands in his hair as sobs ripped through his chest. He had just driven one of the most important people in his life away. All because he couldn’t accept that maybe, just maybe, someone wanted to be with him for once.

He thought back to his parents. To the empty halls on Christmas, to the dark windows of the Harrington house, the only one on the street without a tree. His parents were never there to get one, to take care of one. Never there to take care of him either. Never there. Why would anyone else want to be there? Obviously he was worthless, unlovable, pathetic. No one would or should ever care about him. It was impossible.

The front door clattered back open, and Steve jumped. The collar of his sweater was soaked with tears.

“Steve,” said Eddie sadly. “Steve, fuck. I’m not going anywhere.”

Steve’s response came out through broken cries. “Go away.”

“No.” Eddie walked toward him and wrapped him in his arms. “I love you, Steve Harrington. And just because you think you aren’t worthy of love, doesn’t change the fact that I do.”

Steve said nothing. He just sobbed, sobbed into Eddie’s vest as the other man ran fingers through his hair. After a little while, he finally spoke up.

“I’ve ruined everything,” he mumbled. “I’ve made it all a mess.”

“Nah,” was Eddie’s response. “I think it’s perfect just the way it is. You wanna know why?”

“Why?”

“Because I have you. And I'm not planning on going anywhere.”

#sky writes #steddiemas #sentence starter saturday #angst themed sentence starters #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #angst #angst with a happy ending #look guys i wrote for once #steddie fic #steddie ficlet

[runninriot]

written for the @steddiemas 2023 Holiday Challenge | prompt: Angsty Themed Sentence Starters

Day 16

“Can I ever just feel… | words: 3260 | rated: t | cw: brief depiction of bad childhood/neglectful parents, mention of excessive drinking | tags: Eddie Munson is bad at feelings, Steve Harrington is a Sweetheart, they both need a hug

Holiday Blues

   “Talk to me, Eddie. What's going on? You’ve been shutting yourself off for days and- Look, I’m sorry I lied to get you here but you’ve been so irritated and distant lately… we just wanted to surprise you. I don’t understand why you’re so mad at us for trying to cheer you up.”

   “Can I ever just feel what I feel without you making it a big deal?”

   “What?”

   “Why do I always have to explain myself? Why can’t I just be mad without you trying to make it better?”

Eddie needs to get out, doesn’t need Steve’s pity or to be vilified for the way he acted back there. He is pissed and he feels invalidated. Like his own feelings don’t matter. Like his sole purpose is to do stuff they want him to do. Like his own opinion doesn’t count.

   “Because we care about you and we want you to be happy.”

   “Just- LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!” Eddie shouts, doesn’t care who hears.

He’s about to reach for the door handle but makes the mistake of turning back to look over his shoulder once more and his heart drops.

Steve looks at him like he just slapped him across the face - eyes widened in shock, mouth hanging open like he can’t quite process the fact that Eddie yelled at him.

And Eddie still thinks he’s in the right but-

That wasn’t Eddie’s intention at all. It wasn’t his intention to raise his voice and throw a fit but he couldn’t hold it in anymore and now Steve looks hurt and Eddie just wants to take it all back.

   “I’m sorry, Eddie. I just- We thought it’d be nice to.... nevermind. It’s okay. I won’t- I’m sorry,” Steve stutters.

He looks away, head tilted down, eyes locked on his own hands that fiddle nervously with his sleeves. Steve looks so unsure of himself, nothing like the strong-willed, cocky brat he usually is. Always with a snarky remark on his lips, ready to call anyone out on their bullshit. The Steve standing before him right now looks like he’s lost, a little ashamed maybe, and sad. So fucking sad.

   “Steve. Please, don’t- I, I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that. I’m sorry. You didn’t-“ Eddie’s finger itch to reach out but he forces the urge down, feels overwhelmed by the mix of anger and guilt flooding his insides.

   “N-no. It’s- it’s okay, Eds. You’re right. I was being pushy. You don’t have to stay if you don’t want to.” His words are hushed but Eddie thinks he can hear the wobble in his voice.

Steve turns, trying to make his way back to the others but Eddie can’t let him go. His hand moves on its own account when he grabs Steve by his wrist to hold him back.

Sure, Eddie wanted to leave and be left alone but not like this. Not with Steve looking so... defeated. It’d be different if he were mad at Eddie. If he told him to suck it or maybe yelled back at him. He should be mad at him. Because Eddie fucked it all up over something so stupid, something so inane and not at all worth fighting over.

Steve didn’t even do anything wrong. Not really. None of them did. It’s just that Eddie’s head is fucked-up. He is fucked-up because it’s that time of the year. And he shouldn’t be angry at them, isn’t really. He’s angry at himself or letting memories of the past overpower every rational thought once again. Same shit, different year. You’d think he’d grown out of it; that at 20 he should’ve and could’ve learned to cope with these feelings.

With the haunting images of a little boy crying himself to sleep, a mother passed out in the next room. Shattered remains of an empty bottle of Jack, shards and a puddle of dark liquid staining the rug. A silent night turned into a silent morning. No lights, no presents under no tree. No laughter. Just dead eyes and deep frowns. One broken home, two broken hearts.

He's not a kid anymore, he should be fine but every year he can feel it bubbling up inside him. Every year these memories drag him down into a dark hole.

They should've just let him wait it out on his own, like he always does but they didn't listen.

The kids had been begging him to come to their little pre-Christmas get together for days. Told him all about the Christmas traditions they’ve created in the past. They were so excited, didn’t stop bombarding him with ideas and what to do’s, talking over each other like they always do. Any other given time, Eddie would have been infected by their smiles and laughter. Not this time though.

He made up some bullshit excuse about having to help out Wayne with important stuff, said he won’t have much time the week before Christmas. Told them not to bother about him, to have fun and that he’ll see them after the holidays.

He’s pretty sure it was Dustin’s idea to have Steve call him over under false pretences, knowing Eddie could never say No to Steve; that he would always drop everything if he needed him, no matter how small or big the request.

They coaxed him into coming over to Steve's place by the man himself calling and asking him for help with some apparent car problem. Only his car was fine and when Eddie arrived, he was greeted by Dustin’s shit-eating grin, acting like nothing was going on.

Eddie didn't even have time to process it all, just got dragged into the kitchen where Erica and El were busy placing cut-out cookies on a baking tray under Robin’s watchful eyes. Through the open door into the living room he saw Mike and Lucas struggling with the tangled chain of lights for the tree Max and Will were helping Steve to put up.

And then Dustin reached for a bag and pulled out the ugliest Christmas sweater Eddie had ever seen in his life, only then realising they were all wearing one. Dustin looked so proud when he told him to put it on, not even asking if he wanted to.

Eddie couldn’t take it.

He didn’t escape hell to be forced to wear some ugly ass knitwear and sit down and watch stupid Christmas movies or listen to this godawful music. He didn’t even want to be here in the first place.

***

    “Yeah, nice try Dustin. I’m gonna pass. I don’t- have time for that.”

    “See, I told you he wouldn’t wear it! Eddie’s way too cool for that.”

   “Shut up, Mike. That's stupid. Steve wears one, too. He never complains.”

   “Yeah, duh! It’s Steve, Dustin. He’s-”

   “Hey butthead! If you want your present later, you’ll better be nice to me!”

   “Sorry Steve.”

   “Riiight. Well, imma head out. You guys have a nice party.”

   “Oh come one, Eddie! You’re already here now and it’s gonna be fun. You don’t even have to wear the thing just-“

   “I said NO, Dustin! Stop trying to force me to be part of your stupid- whatever childish shit this is.”

   “What’s your problem, man? You’ve been stressed all week and we just wanted to-”

   “Yeah well, sorry for dampening your jolly fucking good mood. I’ll be out of your hair so you won’t have to listen to me complain.”

***

On his way out of the kitchen and into the hallway to make his escape, Eddie tried his best to forcefully ignore the way El’s face crumpled – her expressions changing from cheerful to sad at his words. He tried not to cower when Erica looked at him like she was ready to fight him, ready to actually kick his ass for bad-mouthing their group’s Christmas celebrations. Tried to ignore Dustin calling after him, begging him to stay.

Eddie needed some space, needed room to breathe but then Steve had to follow him to the front door, had to stop him from leaving only to keep pushing.

    “Because we care about you…”

That really hurt. Hit him right where his heart was already cracked and vulnerable, causing emotions to well up inside he wasn’t ready to show.

And now he's here, standing face to face with Steve, both hurt but in so very different ways.

   “Don’t! Please don’t go. I really am sorry.” Eddie hates how his own voice cracks; how small he feels when Steve finally turns around to look at him.

Steve’s hand drops to his side when Eddie unfurls his fingers and for a moment, they just look at each other.

Eddie shouldn’t have-

What he said earlier was unfair. But Eddie can’t deal with them right now when all he wants to do is wallow in self-pity and be angry at the world.

It has nothing to do with them using a little white lie to get him here or the goddamn sweater. As if Eddie really had something against hot chocolate and cookies and spending time with his friends. He’s just-

But they don’t know that. It’s their first Christmas together. He never told them about how much this time of the year messes him up, why he’s been in a bad mood for days. Why he just wants to lock himself up at home and wait for the festivities to be over and done with.

They wouldn’t understand why he’d rather be home alone than having to fake a smile and put on a face that isn’t his. They’d just try to cheer him up; above all Steve with his way of constantly fussing over everyone, including Eddie. Always trying to make their lives easier, better. Always there to help, always trying to make everyone happy.

But even he can’t make things better. Eddie hates this fucking time of the year. Fucking Christmas with all its pretentious joy and happiness. It’s just another fucking day like the rest of ‘em. Another reminder of his fucked-up past.

    Santa doesn’t come to your home when you’re poor.

    Struggling mothers don’t stop struggling just because it’s Christmas.

    Shitty dads are still shit regardless of the time of year.

Steve wouldn’t understand because his memories of Christmas must be filled with love and laughter.

Eddie imagines a little boy being all excited at the nicely decorated house, the air filled with the smell of freshly baked goods he probably helped his mom make. He imagines colourful Christmas lights, a delicious family dinner, warm hugs. He imagines big, hazel eyes catching sight of all the presents he wished for, placed neatly under a huge Christmas tree.

He gets why Steve is so into all this stuff. Why he’s inviting everyone over. Why he goes out of his way for the kids to have the best pre-Christmas party ever. Why they’re all so full of joy and excitement.

And who could deny them their happiness? They deserve to have a fun time after everything they’ve been through. They deserve to have the best goddamn Christmas for saving the world more than once. Eddie just doesn’t want to be part of it. Not this time.

He is beyond grateful to call this group of weirdos his friends. He will never be able to repay them for coming to his rescue when everything went to shit and quite literally for saving his life.

They’re the best thing that could’ve happened to him, beside Wayne. He’s never had friends like them, never felt like he truly belonged.

He’s never had this many people worry about him and it’s still hard sometimes to wrap his head around the fact that they actually care.

Eddie isn’t used to talk about the things that bother him. To have someone listen, wanting to know what’s going on inside his head.

It’s silly, he knows it is. But it’s hard to just-

   “Steve I...”

Eddie takes a deep breath, tries not to falter under Steve’s gaze.

   “I didn’t want to make anyone sad or angry. I shouldn’t have said what I said. I am grateful for you guys wanting me here but- Look, man. Christmas isn’t my favourite holiday, never was. I just don’t want to ruin your party with my bad mood.”

Something in Steve’s eyes shifts. Sadness and disappointment making way for something that’s not quite pity, more like... understanding. He looks at him fondly, almost hopeful, and that does something to Eddie’s heart he can’t name.

   “I get it, man. I hate Christmas,” Steve says through a wary smile and Eddie thinks he’s misheard.

   “What?”

   “I hate Christmas. Or I used to. Until those little shits came into my life. We started this little tradition two years ago. Ugly Christmas sweaters and all. They convinced me to have a party at my place because, y’know ‘Your house is always empty and your parents are never home anyway. It’s perfect, Steve.’” He chuckles as he unmistakably recites Dustin, but his voice has a sadness in it that rattles at Eddie’s brain.

How could he have been so blind? He’s heard enough about them to know what kind of people Steve’s parents are. They didn’t even care about their son being in the hospital after everything was finally over. They didn’t once come to visit him. And then they just left. Left him the house and a shitload of money as compensation for leaving him behind without even a proper goodbye.

How could Eddie have thought that they’d ever been any different. That they’d ever cared.

   “My parents had barely ever been home for Christmas since i was about 10. They thought it’s enough to shower me in gifts I didn’t ask for to make up for everything. It might sound petty because I know there’s kids that have it way worse but- waking up Christmas morning to find dozens of store-wrapped presents under an oversized, abundantly decorated tree with no one around to share the joy with? Yeah, no. Made me realise Christmas is just like any other day, not special enough to make my parents want to spend time with me. Made me hate that fucking holiday and everything that comes with it.”

Eddie looks down, shoulders dropping in shame. He had it all wrong, assumed things without knowing the truth. Without asking first. He could’ve known had he talked to him. Had he not been too busy pushing it all down only to be eaten up by it from the inside out.

   “My dad left on Christmas eve. Without a warning. Said he was going to go to the store and never came back. I was 7. My mom couldn’t deal with it. They were struggling but she loved him. And when she realised, he’d gone for good, she got drunk. Passed out on the living room floor and left me to deal with it all by myself. I never believed in Santa for as long as I can remember. Never believed in God either. But that night I prayed for Santa to be real. For him to give me this one gift. Promised I’ll never ask for anything ever again, that I’ll never misbehave again if he could just make my dad be there in the morning. He wasn’t, of course. Everything went downhill from there on.”

   “I’m so sorry, Eddie. That must’ve been hard.”

   “When I moved in with Wayne, he- he tried to make it better. Make knew memories. But it’s just something that stuck with me. Makes me fucking angry and sad.”

   “That’s nothing to be ashamed of. Some things just stay with us. They’re hard to shake off and forget but it can get better, y’now.”

The certainty in Steve’s voice sparks a flame in his chest. Just a tiny flicker of hope.

   “How?”

Steve’s eyes light up. There’s this sparkle in them Eddie has become so fond of over the past months.

   “You just have to accept that you’re not alone anymore. That there are people that care about you and will never let you down like your parents have. You’ve got the kids, Eddie. They love you so much it’s actually annoying sometimes. Robin will always have your back. She’d fight anyone that dared to hurt you. And you have me. We want to be there for you when you’re feeling down, you don’t have to hide away.”

Steve steps closer, takes both of Eddie’s hands in his.

   “I know I can be a little too much sometimes. I know I can be pushy but- please believe me I’m only doing this because you’re important to me. I can’t stand to see you sad. I want you to be happy and I’ll do anything to see you smile.”

Eddie feels dizzy, like he’s having trouble getting enough air in his lungs. He feels tears prickling in the corners of his eyes, wants turn away and hide but Steve’s hands are warm and he doesn’t let go, holds him there.

   “Thank you, Steve.”

It barely comes out as a whisper because if he dared to speak any louder, Steve would recognize the wetness in his voice.

Two arms wrap around his shoulders and suddenly he finds himself enveloped in Steve, held tight against the other man’s body. Eddie feels himself falter, feels his body slump down within Steve’s tight embrace and it’s then he realises that his tears have already started to fall. A steady stream rolling over his cheeks and down to Steve’s shoulder, soaking his sweater where Eddie’s face is buried in the crook of his neck.

He wants to return the touch, wants to dig his fingers into Steve's sides to keep himself from falling. But his body refuses to function and so he just lets himself be held, listening to Steve’s gentle voice as he quietly tells him ‘It’s okay, Eddie. I’ve got you.’

Minutes pass but Steve doesn’t let go, just keeps rubbing soothing lines along Eddie’s back until the sobbing quiets down. Eddie sniffles, feels the remnants of burning tears on his face when he finally pulls himself up, leaning back just enough to look at Steve.

Steve’s eyes are little red and puffy, like he too has shed some tears. Maybe for Eddie. Maybe for himself. Maybe just because it’s good to let it all out sometimes.

From the living room they can hear the gleeful laughter of their friends and Eddie is grateful for them not to see him like that. Grateful for them letting him have this moment with Steve.

Steve, whose lips curl up into a soft, beautiful smile as he takes Eddie’s face in his hands and wipes his thumbs softly over the wetness on Eddie’s cheeks.

   “Feeling better?”

Eddie nods, means it, believes it. Because how could he not, when Steve looks at him with so much kindness in his eyes. When the hands on his face feels so comforting.

   “Thank you. For everything.”

   “I’ll always be there for you, Eddie. You couldn’t get rid of me if you wanted to.”

   “That a promise, Harrington?”

Eddie wants to say so much more but fears he’ll just cause another breakdown if he lets the words spill from his heart to his tongue.

For now, this is enough.

To know that there are people he can count on. To know that he’s wanted. That he’s loved even when he’s at his worst.

Maybe he can allow himself to be happy. And maybe, just maybe he’ll even wear the damn sweater if it makes them happy too.

#steddiemas #day 16 #sentence starter saturday #steve harrington #eddie munson

[shares-a-vest]

@steddiemas Day 16: Angst-Themed (Saturday Sentence Starters)

wc: 1k | Rated: T | cw: Steve’s parents are arguing (he is overhearing it briefly but there are some descriptions of yelling), toxic family dynamics, unstable marriage, cheating

Tags: Steve Harrington Has Bad Parents, Angst with a Happy Ending, Unstable Marriage, Toxic Family Dynamics, Cheating

“I don’t want to fight with you, Caroline,” Steve hears his father bellow from downstairs, “Not tonight.”

He snaps his comic closed and tosses it on the floor.

Steve has no idea what his parents are arguing about. Hell, they don’t even need an excuse these days, he thinks. Someone can so much as fart and it will start a goddamn screaming match.

He guesses he shouldn’t be surprised. It’s the holidays and his parents are both off work until the beginning of the New Year. It’s snowing heavy out so they can’t go down to the Martens’ house – their best friends-come-buffer zones.

“Oh, John!” his mother chides before there is a lower muffle that he can’t quite make out.

While being hard of hearing allows him not to hear anything below a shout, the broken argument is still frustrating.

His parents might not need an excuse to fight, but he’d still like to know what it’s about. Gain intel for the inevitable coming days of being stuck in the middle.

Steve has a few guesses as to what it could be.

His mother bought a new car with her Christmas bonus finally topping up her bank account and thus justifying an indulgent and expensive purchase. His father always hates that.

Steve smirks.

If his father didn’t like that kind of independence, why did he marry a high-paid lawyer?

But, the more likely scenario considering his father’s apparent insistence he ‘doesn’t want to fight’ is that he is cheating again.

Cindy, his secretary, or someone new – take your pick.

The telltale signs have been there for a month or two. A renewed cheery attitude, longer office hours, a fresh haircut and new clothes.

Actually, now that he thinks about it, it might be a little bit of a motivator behind his mother’s car purchase too – 

“ – Cindy!” his mother shrieks.

Yep, there it is.

Steve rolls off the bed, planting his feet on the carpet right by his shoes.

“Fuck this,” he mutters, scooping up his keys and wallet from the nightstand.

He’s just about halfway to Forest Hills, driving at a snail’s pace because he can’t see for snow, when he begins to regret his decision to leave the house.

Maybe he shouldn’t just barge in on the Munsons unannounced. Like sure, his friendship with Eddie is… teetering on not being entirely platonic. But this might be too much.

He always thought it was too much when he’d walk down to stay at Carol Perkins’ house for an impromptu sleepover. And there was always this awkward, knowing going on with the Wheeler’s when he was dating Nancy and spending a lot of time just hanging about.

Lingering for too long in the kitchen chatting to Karen or watching a game with Ted until the guy started snoring too loud to hear the commentators.

It was all there but largely unspoken.

Only Robin knows the details. And even then, he’s sure that her father’s friendliness towards him was partly due to his daughter telling him all about the trouble at the ‘ol Harrington house. He doesn’t blame his best friend for likely doing so. And he doesn’t consider it blabbing, either. Robin’s parents – her whole family – are amazing.

But some of his parent’s shit is stupid at best, hard to take at worst.

And he is scared to let Eddie in on it.

It’s too much.

He’s too much.

Being a Harrington is too much.

Wayne answers the door with a cup of cocoa that seems glued to his left hand in winter.

“Steve,” he says, voice gruff as ever despite a warm smile.

“Hi,” he replies, looking down at his snow-covered boots, “Eddie in?”

Of course, he’s in, his van is parked outside.

Steve can feel the warmth from inside the trailer. See the twinkle of lights from the Munson’s small, but heavily-decorated, Christmas tree. The smell of cocoa overpowering the ever-present hint of cigarettes.

“Eddie!” Wayne calls over his shoulder, “Steve’s here.”

In a flash, Eddie runs to the front door and practically bumps into his uncle.

“Come in!” he insists, wide-eyed as he looks past his shoulder at the falling snow.

And before Steve can even step in, Eddie is pulling him by his parka sleeve. He only just manages to scrape off his boots on the ‘Home Sweet Home’ adorned welcome mat.

“What some cocoa?” Eddie offers, eliciting a grumble from Wayne.

“I asked if you wanted some,” he chides.

“But Steve might want some,” Eddie grins.

“How about I heat up a pot now, and whoever wants some’s got it?” Wayne suggests, pursing his lips at Eddie and moving to the stove before his nephew can make any more requests.

“Follow me,” Eddie says, grabbing his hand, “I made cookies.”

He wiggles his brows and begins leading Steve to the kitchen.

As he is pulled along, Steve tries not to think about the fact that they are holding hands. Or how he wishes his fifteen-minute-ago Self had thought to bring an overnight bag and allowed himself to assume the Munsons would allow him to stay the night.

But it might be even harder to stop himself from squeezing his friend’s hand and lacing his fingers with Eddie’s.

Eddie lets go of his hand to gesture to the tray of Christmas-themed shapes, all looking a little too dark for gingerbread as they rest on the kitchen island.

“Pick one, Big Boy,” Eddie beams.

Steve reaches for a reindeer, flexing his fingers as he goes and commits the feeling of Eddie’s rings to memory.

“No!” Eddie shrieks, lightly smacking his hand enough that he drops it, leaving the cookie to snap in half as it falls back onto the tray, “His antlers are broken.”

“Christ, boy!” Wayne curses, stirring the pot on the stovetop.

Okay, a tree then…

“The star is missing!”

A bell?

“That was already snapped in half when I got them out of the oven”, Eddie admits with a tight-lipped smile.

Steve places his hands on his hips and rolls his eyes. To him, they all look at least a little crumbly – some he would even describe as lightly charred.

“How about you pick one for me then, Betty Crocker?” he chuckles.

Eddie giggles, twirling a lock of his hair as he carefully considers the tray of mostly broken, dry cookies.

He watches Eddie for a long enough time that Wayne pushes a mug into his hand, the warmth of Eddie’s hand remaining in place due to the heat of the cocoa. It’s a Chicago Cubs mug, one that he finds himself holding at some point each time he is here as if Wayne considers it Steve’s own.

He smiles for the first time in three days.

#i have a few days i've missed and fell behind finishing so i might go back and post them later #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve harrington has bad parents #steve harrington angst #steddiemas #wayne munson #steddie #steddie fic #lily writes a fic #harrington family TM

[magewritesstories]

I’m not sure if you write for this version of this character in particular but I saw you did an incorrect quote for Harry Osborn, and I was wondering if you could do tasm 2 version Harry Osborn headcanons like a dating him includes?

Harry Osborn // Dating Headcanons

Note: ofc, ofc I would love to share some hc's (btw AU where he doesn't have the Goblin Disease) TW: mentions of fighting, possessiveness (but not in the Wattpad mafia way y'know)

okay so for starters, buckle up for enemies to lovers office romance

but it's one-sided; you dislike him, 'cause y'know he's kinda an asshole, but he just likes teasing you and doesn't actually mean anything he says

after a very drunk confrontation at an office party, you tell him you think he's an absolute asshole, and how much you hate working for him

after a while it just devolves to stupid things you dislike, like the way you hate that he drinks black coffee or that he has to have take-out all the time, or that he just randomly cancels meetings for no apparent reasons

the next day, you just find a box of chocolates on your desk

after that it's a little more smooth sailing

after a few months— which is enough time for harry to fully mourn the death of his dad— things start getting better

he's fully taken over as CEO of oscorp and proven to everybody, that despite the fact that he's young, he's still a good businessman

i imagine it's been a year, and now that you're both fully adjusted to the job, things start getting a little more spicy

at first you don't even notice the change; he puts down a cup of coffee— you're favourite order— on your desk when he arrives at the office, or he asks you to join him in eating take-out when you two are the only ones left in the office after a long day

then it escalates, you complain about the old coffee machines, and he has them replaced, or you offhandedly mention the fact that one of the lifts is always out of order, and the next day you see some poor mechanics who've been working at it all night walk past you, complaining about how much of hardass the "baby osborn" is

your friend is the one that mentions it first; "hey, weren't you complaining about those yesterday?"

at first you just shrug it off, he was being a good boss, so what?

but after a while, it gets into your head anyway

i mean, there are only so many sentences with a flirty undertone a girl can take

so, being you, you decide to outright ask him

"are you flirting with me?"

"i have been for the past three months, but thanks for noticing."

after that he just gives you one of those typical harry osborn smirks and walks off, hands in his pockets 'n everything

Once you guys actually start dating though, he's a total sweetheart

His love languages are most definitely gift giving (giving) and physical touch (receiving)

Speaking of, you bet you're closet goes from being worth 200$ to being worth 8000$ within weeks

It starts off as small things, a cup of coffee on him, or some dinner in the office, just the two of you

But it escalates quickly

By the time you're three month anniversary rolls around, he's bought you just about the entire Jimmy Choo collection, and your amazon wishlist

He remembers everything you tell him, from the fact that you love a certain colour or dislike a certain food, he'll definitely remember

When you tell him you feel bad about the amount of money he spends on you, he just shrugs it off

besides you can pay him back by wearing that Victoria's Secret gift he got you a few weeks ago

Princess treatment all the way

The entire thing, holds your bags, opens the door, has his card out and has paid before you even reach for your wallet

Just loves spoiling you

Dates are usually one of two things:

One: Super extravagant, oh there's this cool restaurant in LA you want to check out when you go there? He has two tickets booked, and he's written it in his agenda for next saturday

Two: Super chill weekend in. The two of you just relax, watch some movies, have breakfast in bed, maybe even some pillow forts if he's feeling fancy, and of course, pillow fights that somehow always end up in make-out sessions

Extremely touch-starved, so will have his hands on you all the time

And he isn't even ashamed about it

Like, y'all will be at dinner, and he'll casually put an arm around your shoulder and pull you closer to him, to the point that you're almost in his lap

"Harry, we're in public!"

"So?"

"People are staring!"

"I reiterate: So?"

Just a sweetheart in general, he loves you and he isn't ashamed of it at all

But of course, there are some downsides too

For starters, he's very unaware of just how privileged he is

He doesn't do it on purpose though, he really doesn't mean to seem like an arrogant jerk. But it just shows

For example, this one time, there was a super sale at Costco, and you were super excited to tell him, and he just stared at you like, "What's the big deal??"

You'd think hanging out with Peter would make him realize that not everyone has the same chances and problems growing up

It gets annoying sometimes, like how he just shrugs off employees overworking themselves with a "So, if they're so stressed, just take a day off."

He's trying though

Secondly, he's extremely possessive, so he gets jealous super easily

For example, the two of you will be at one of his rich people gala's—as you very fondly call them— and this random guy will have a chat with you, normal conversation, but with an obvious flirty undertone

And he'll get very annoyed

"Why didn't you tell him you had a boyfriend?" *insert pout*

"Harry, we were talking about the stock market, where would I just casually add that piece of information?"

He's annoyed for the rest of the night, as well as the car ride home— in which you tell him he's being childish— but the moment you get home he just sighs and tells you he's sorry for overreacting

Those fights usually turn into long night conversations, with tea and blankets

He also has the habit of forgetting dates

This is usually when there's a big project presentation coming up and he's nervous

Usually you don't mind, after all, you've seen first hand how brutal the board can be

But sometimes it's just a little too much, and all the other little things that have been bothering the two of you blow up into one big fight

You're both very stubborn so it just turns into a waiting game of who'll give in first

If he's the one who gives in, he usually turns up at your door with a huge bouquet of your favourite flowers and your favourite chocolates

Definitely the type to drive across the city to get you that one sweet, from that one shop you really like

If you're the one to give in, he'll just pout, and tell you he's still mad

He already gave in the moment you walked in though

He just likes to tease you, but after the third sorry he feels bad and tells you he's sorry for neglecting you too

He likes the idea of communication, and he's trying to get better at it

But when he can't find the words, he just defaults back to buying you stuff

That's how his dad always fixed stuff, so it's the only way he knows

But he tries, because it's you and you deserve nothing less than the best

#harry osborn #harry osborn x reader #tasm!harry osborn #tasm!harry osborn x reader #harry osborn headcanons #tasm!harry osborn x reader headcanons #harry osborn x reader headcanons #the amazing spiderman #spiderman #spiderman headcanons #tasm!harry osborn headcanons #marvel #marvel headcanons

[steddiemas]

Hi Steddie friends and welcome to Steddiemas! A brand new winter and holiday-themed fan event for the month of December.

I, @steddieasitgoes (aka Dani aka wanderlustxprincess since Tumblr sucks and won't let me respond from a side blog!) am currently creating 31 themed prompts for everyone to take inspiration from for this event. I'm doing this a little differently than some other fanwork events, in that every day of the week has a different theme that prompts will then relate to.

Those themes will be:

Movie & Music Mondays -- Steddie can be watching, singing, listening, or talking about the song/movie in the prompt, or you can use it as an AU prompt!

Trope Tuesdays -- Each Tuesday will feature a different trope that you should incorporate into your creative work!

Winter Wednesdays - All prompts will be winter activity-themed!

Take Me There Thursdays -- Each Thursday will feature two locations to pick from. What Steve and Eddie do while there is up to you!

Festive Fridays - All prompts will be holiday activity-themed!

Sentence Starter Saturdays - I'll give you a sentence to use in or as inspiration for your creative work!

Smut Sundays - Help Steve and Eddie earn a spot at the top of the year's naughty list! Must be 18+ to participate and all characters must be 18+.

The prompts will be released in weekly batches starting in November so you can start working on your creations early. Posting will begin on December 1st and end on the 31st. But don't worry late works will be accepted!

Since this is a "steddiemas" celebration, steddie should be featured; however, I am open to works with other pairings/ships. Just make sure to tag accordingly! Feel free to post every day or pick and choose which days to participate in! There is absolutely no pressure!

And yes, I'm aware its barely October but I'm excited!

#stranger things #steddie #steddie ficlet #steddie fanfic #steddie fic #steddie fan art #steddie fanart #steddie art #steve harrington #steve harrington fic #steve harrington fan art #eddie munson #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fan art #eddie munson fanart #steve harrington fanart #stranger things fic #stranger things fanart #stranger things fan event #steddie fan event

[perspectivestarters]

Perspective's Sentence Starters; The Tortured Poets Department by Taylor Swift (Part IV)

I LOOK IN PEOPLE'S WINDOWS

I had died the tiniest death.

I spied the catch in your breath.

I'm afflicted by the not knowing.

I look in people's windows.

They have their friends over to drink nice wine.

I look in people's windows in case you're at their table.

What if your eyes looked up and met mine one more time?

I still ponder what it meant.

I triеd searching faces on streets.

What are the chances you'd be downtown?

Does it feel alright to not know me?

I'm addicted to the "if only".

I look in people's windows like I'm some deranged weirdo.

THE PROPHECY

It's gone again.

I got cursed like Eve got bitten.

Was it punishment?

I guess a lesser woman would've lost hope.

A greater woman wouldn't beg.

I've been on my knees.

Change the prophecy.

Don't want money, just someone who wants my company,

Let it once be me.

Who do I have to speak to about if they can redo the prophecy?

Still I dream of him.

I sound like an infant.

A greater woman stays cool.

I howl like a wolf at the moon.

I look unstable.

Gathered with a coven 'round a sorceress' table.

A greater woman has faith.

Even statues crumble if they're made to wait.

I'm so afraid I sealed my fate.

Spending my last coin so someone will tell me it'll be okay.

CASSANDRA

That's where I was when I got the call.

In the streets, there's a raging riot.

Burn the bitch.

When the truth comes out, it's quiet.

They killed *Name* first 'cause she feared the worst

They filled my cell with snakes.

Do you believe me now?

I was in my tower weaving nightmares.

What doesn't kill you makes you aware.

What happens if it becomes who you are?

They set my life in flames.

They knew the whole time that I was onto something.

The family, the pure greed, the Christian chorus line.

They all said nothing.

Blood's thick but nothing like a payroll.

Bet they never spared a prayer for my soul.

You can mark my words that I said it first.

In the morning warning, no one heard.

That's where I was when I lost it all.

I was onto something.

Not a single word was heard.

PETER

My lost fearless leader.

Is it something I did?

The goddess of timing once found us beguiling.

She said she was trying.

Was she lying?

I didn't wanna come down.

I thought it was just goodbye for now.

You said you were gonna grow up.

Are you still a mind reader?

I've heard great things.

Life was always easier on you than it was on me.

Sometimes it gets me.

We both did the best we could do.

I didn't wanna hang around.

I won't confess that I waited, but I let the lamp burn.

I hoped you'd return.

Tell me all that you'd learned.

Love's never lost when perspective is earned.

You said you'd come and get me.

The shelf life of those fantasies has expired.

Forgive me, *Name*, please know that I tried.

I tried to hold on to the days when you were mine.

The woman who sits by the window has turned out the light.

THE BOLTER

She almost drowned when she was six in frigid water.

I can confirm she made a curious child.

Reviled by everyone except her own father.

Splendidly selfish, charmingly helpless.

Excellent fun 'til you get to know her.

She runs like it's a race.

Her best mates laughed and they nicknamed her "The Bolter".

Oh, we must stop meeting like this.

It always ends up with a town car speeding out the drive one evening.

He'll call her a whore

As she was leaving, it felt like breathing.

All her fuckin' lives flashed before her eyes.

It feels like the time she fell through the ice, then came out alive.

He was a cad, wanted her bad.

She liked the way he tastes.

At first blush, this is fate.

What a charming Saturday.

She just knows she must bolt.

She's been many places with men of many faces.

Hearts are hers for the breakin'.

She's got the best stories.

As she was leaving, it felt like freedom.

ROBIN

Long may you reign.

You're an animal.

You are bloodthirsty

You have no idea.

All this showmanship to keep it for you in sweetness.

Way to go, tiger.

Long may you roar.

You're a just ruler.

You look ridiculous and you have no idea.

Buried down deep and out of your reach, the secret we all vowed to keep.

You got the dragonflies above your bed.

You have a favorite spot on the swing set.

You have no room in your dreams for regrets.

You have no idea.

The time will arrive for the cruel and the mean.

You'll learn to bounce back just like your trampoline.

But now we'll curtail your curiosity in sweetness.

THE MANUSCRIPT

Now and then she rereads the manuscript of the entire torrid affair.

I'm not a donor but I'd give you my heart if you needed it.

You're a professional.

No, just a good samaritan.

If the sex was half as good as the conversation was, soon they'd be pushin' strollers.

Soon it was over.

She wished she was thirty..

Couldn't sleep unless it was in her mother's bed.

She dated boys who were her own age.

She was so wise beyond her years.

Everything had been above board.

The years passed like scenes of a show.

The Professor said to write what you know.

Lookin' backwards might be the only way to move forward.

The actors were hitting their marks.

The slow dance was alight with the sparks.

At last, she knew what the agony had been for.

The only thing that's left is the manuscript.

One last souvenir from my trip to your shores.

The story isn't mine anymore.

#rp sentence starters #rp sentence meme #rp sentence prompts #sentence starters #sentence meme #sentence prompts #lyric sentence starters #lyric starters #music starters #rp meme #rp memes #rp prompts #ask meme #exodusmusing #*mystarters #*ttpd

[promptcontainmentzone]

SOME LIKE IT HOT (1959) SENTENCE STARTERS. warnings for alcohol, implied alcoholism / addiction, and mentions of blood, violence, and murder.

Refresh my memory.

That's very refreshing. Now what's the password?

Well, if you gotta go -- this is the way to do it.

Hey. I want another cup of coffee.

Who's gonna raid a funeral?

Some people got no respect for the dead.

First thing tomorrow we're gonna go out to the dog track and put the whole bundle on Greased Lightning.

You're going to bet my money on a dog?

Suppose Lake Michigan overflows?

Don't look now, but the whole town is underwater.

I WANT ANOTHER CUP OF COFFEE.

You're wasting the taxpayers' money.

If you want to, you can call your lawyer.

These are my lawyers -- all Harvard men.

Shut up, will you? I wonder how much Sam the bookie will give us for our overcoats.

Sam the bookie? Nothing doing! You're not putting my overcoat on a dog.

Look, stupid, he's ten to one. Tomorrow, we'll have twenty overcoats!

Oh, it's you! You've got a lot of nerve--

Now, look, ___, if it's about Saturday night -- I can explain everything.

What are you -- a couple of comedians? Get outta here!

Good! Then you won't be needing your car!

We didn't see anything -- did we?

No -- nothing. Besides, it's none of our business if you guys wanna knock each other off.

You ain't going nowhere.

I don't like no witnesses.

We won't breathe a word.

You won't breathe nothin' -- not even air.

I think they got me.

You don't see any blood?

Where are we running, ___?

As far away as possible.

Running away? From what?

Don't get me started on that. Want a drink? It's bourbon.

I don't want you to think I'm a drinker. I can stop any time I want to -- only, I don't want to.

That's the story of my life. I always get the fuzzy end of the lollipop.

Boy, would I like to borrow a cup of that sugar.

Look -- no butter, no pastry, and no sugar!

Would you mind rejoining the living? Goose it up a little.

We got time off for good behaviour.

I'm not very bright, I guess.

I wouldn't say that. Careless, maybe.

Going to catch yourself a rich bird?

I'm Cinderella the second.

I wish they'd put us in the same room.

Don't get burned, ___.

Would you mind moving just a little? You're blocking my view.

Look, if you're interested in whether I'm married or not--

I'm not interested at all.

Well, I'm not.

That's very interesting.

How's the stock market?

This happens to me all the time in public.

Would you mind moving along, please?

Been waiting long?

It's not how long you wait -- it's who you're waiting for.

Isn't it amazing how they get those big fish into those little glass jars?

They shrink when they're marinated.

I'm engaged!

Where did you pick up that cheap trick?

You ever been in Chicago?

Us? We wouldn't be caught dead in Chicago.

Don't call us -- we'll call you.

#sentence starters #rp memes #alcohol / #addiction /

[fullstcp]

"Rolling Up the Welcome Mat" by Kelsea Ballerini Sentence Starters

MOUNTAIN WITH A VIEW

"I should be missing you."

"I wonder if you even know where I am."

"I'm wearing the ring still, but I think I'm lying."

"I think we're done trying."

"I think that this is when it's over for me."

"I can't handle another year of you and I just being fine."

"I've shared all my secrets and I've paid for all my crimes."

"Our stars ain't falling back in line."

"I think that this is when I set myself free."

"I'm taking the ring off."

"I'm finally crying."

"No reason to fight it."

"You'll say I'm crazy for being the one to leave."

"Looks like our ending ain't ending happily."

"I'm the only one alone at a table meant for two."

JUST MARRIED

"I don't think I lied when I said I wanted that life."

"Maybe I was too young to understand what I wanted to begin with."

"I wasn't strong enough to keep on with all of the weight that I carried."

"Tired of asking when I'll see you next."

"It was a beautiful wedding."

"I wish I wasn't this ready to undo I do."

"It was, it really was."

"Then it was just married."

PENTHOUSE

"When I left town, did you hate me?"

"I changed the second we were moving out."

"One day, the curtain started coming down."

"You changed the second we were moving out."

"And now we don't talk."

"I kissed someone new last night."

"Now I don't know where you're sleeping, baby."

"Now I don't care where you're sleeping, baby."

"You sad it was wrong. I wanted it all along."

INTERLUDE

"There's a thin line between love and hate."

"It was love, but it wasn't fate."

"This wasn't how it was supposed to play out."

"So, which side are you gonna take now?"

"People that I loved are just people that I knew once."

"Ain't it like this town to only criticize a woman."

"It's kinda scary opening a wound that time had mended."

"I guess we've done each other wrong now."

"We really turned goodbye to a game to a hobby."

"You collected bones, but I buried the bodies."

"All this back and forth, well, it's getting pretty sloppy."

"Happy ever after ain't always true."

"Forever's just the interlude."

BLINDSIDED

"Was there nothing ever wrong, cause you were always right?"

"Tell me, were you blindsided or were you just blind?"

"I know the truth is hard to hear, but it wasn't hard to find."

"We had to get drunk to ever really talk."

"I told you what I needed, didn't have to read my mind."

"I didn't want a family."

"Tell me, when did I start looking like the enemy?"

"You couldn't say it to my face."

"You would've searched the whole world over."

"Yeah, sure, okay."

LEAVE ME AGAIN

"I hope you're feeling happier than you've ever been."

"For a while the shoe fit, but then I outgrew it."

"Staying only made me get real good at pretend."

"I hope to learn to love myself like I loved you then."

"I hope that when I see you that you smile."

"I hope that you find somebody new."

"I hope that you get the house, and the good wife/husband/spouse, and the kids."

"I hope I never leave me again."

HOW DO I DO THIS

"They say to get out with the old you get in with the new."

"I haven't been out on a date since I was twenty-two."

"Are you free Saturday? I know a spot."

"I'm scared of looking stupid."

"I think it's time to keep it moving."

"Everything I knew about love is ruined."

"How do I do this?"

"What if it's feeling right?"

"What if it's too good to be true?"

"I know who I am, but what the fuck do I do?"

#rp memes #rp starters #rp prompts #rp lyric meme #lyric prompts #lyric starters #roleplay starters #roleplay prompts #sentence starters #not the old me. 2.0 me. no it's all of meme combined (ask meme) #when there was me and queue (queue)

[capricornrph]

sentence starter pack.

inspired by: 'scaled and icy' by twenty one pilots

"I'm already bored."

"Pretty sure I've already seen this...."

"Everybody, stand in line!

"Come on, take a hit. Join the club."

"I'm just an outsider."

"I'm way too big for this."

"You see that meteor up there?"

"Which would you wanna be: Autobot or Decepticon?"

"I know they're plotting against me."

"I'm running on fumes, man...."

"You actually paid to get in here?"

"They can't touch me."

"There's a way better party going on outside."

"It's just Monday, slow down."

"We're going out on Saturday. No questions asked."

"Time's just flying by now."

"Have you lost your footing too?"

"I just pray that I'm not losing you."

"You really need a new wardrobe."

"I miss the old days."

"You wanna dance?"

"Sat-ur-day! Sat-ur-day! Sat-ur-day!"

"I think I'll just go to bed....."

"If you feel inspired, just go for it."

"Information's just a currency and nothing more."

"They just keep lying and lying."

"They're trying to turn us against each other."

"You're just trying to confuse me."

"I wanna learn the guitar."

"You better educate yourself, but never too much."

"You want a second chance?"

#twenty one pilots #scaled and icy #rp meme #inbox meme #sentence starters #music

[abimess]

if you're still doing the game i have a sentence starter for you!

"Why did you like my instagram post from two years ago?"

gif is not mine

"Why did you like my Instagram post from two years ago?" Your voice close to her in the middle of the crowded ice cream parlor makes Taylor startle, the teasing tone you use making her stomach freeze. 

"No, I didn't." She raises her eyes as she lies, the indifferent expression hiding the anxious beating of her heart. You smirk, not buying it. "Yes, you did."

"No, I didn't!" The blonde insists, but you only raise your eyebrows in disbelief, and Taylor struggles to find a better lie, failing as she says, "I-I left my phone unlocked, my dog must've liked it by accident."

"So," you suppress a laugh as you speak, and Taylor finds herself wishing she could punch you in your pretty face, "your dog liked it and then disliked it two seconds later?"

"It's a dog, Y/n, it doesn't know what it's doing." She argues defensively with a roll of her eyes, and you let out a laugh through your nose as you nod in false belief. 

"That's too bad. I thought we would finally be able to stop pretending to hate each other and I could ask you out." You comment with a shrug, biting back a smile at the blonde's stunned expression. "See you around, Taylor."

"Y/n, wait!" Her voice reaches your ears as you're already approaching the door, and you hide a smile as you spin on your heels. When your eyes meet hers, you nod for her to continue, and Taylor bites her lower lip thoughtfully before saying, "Saturday at seven?"

"I'll pick you up." You assure her with an excited smile, and the blonde has one of her own as she watches you leave the ice cream parlor. 

───── ⋅ ✮ ⋅ ─────

Leave the first sentence of a fic in my askbox and i will write the next five.

#taylor sloane x reader #elizabeth olsen x reader #elizabeth olsen imagine #elizabeth olsen x you #elizabeth olsen fanfiction #elizabeth olsen fanfic #taylor sloane x you #taylor sloane imagine #taylor sloane #ask game

[2000sgossip]

this  is  so  annoying  ;  as  if  i  want  to  know  more  about  you  bore  of  a  bunch.  anyways,  i  suppose  i'm  here  to  announce  something  called  a  meme  weekend.  such  a  cringe-fest  of  a  name,  but  whatever,  apparently  nothing  i  put  on  the  table  is  good  enough  for  the  admins.  alas,  we  are  stuck  with  this  potential  snooze  fest.  the  rules  for  this  stupid  thing  is  under  the  cut;  follow  them  or  i'll  make  sure  the  next  tabloids  aren't  as  nice  as  they  have  been.

rules  /  information  :

memes  will  be  accepted  from  friday,  february  23  -  sunday,  february  26  starting  at  12pm  est  /  6pm  cet.  (admins  will  make  sure  to  make  an  annoucement  on  the  main  or  via  discord  at  this  time).

please  only  reblog  three  memes;  it  is  highly  encouraged  for  these  to  be  headcanon  based  /  truth  serum  types  to  keep  the  gossip  blog  interactive,  but  we  will  also  accept  sentence  starters.

if  you  are  requesting  memes,  you  must  be  sending  them  out  as  well.

although  the  cut  off  to  send  memes  will  be  the  end  of  the  day  sunday,  you  are  free  to  answer  them  at  your  own  pace,  there  is  no  deadline  to  answer  memes.

during  this  time,  we  will  allow  memes  to  count  as  activity,  however,  only  as  one  post.  meaning  that  if  you  answer  5  memes  and  only  do  one  reply,  you  will  still  receiving  a  warning  on  saturday.  but  if  you  do  5  memes  and  two  replies  to  two  different  muns,  you're  well  within  the  activity  range.

honesty  hour  is  also  encouraged,  although  we  know  sometimes  it's  not  easy  to  come  up  with  questions;  if  you  want  to  do  this,  make  sure  to  know  the  gossip  blog  will  have  access  to  the  answers.

make  sure  that  everyone  knows  what  characters  /  muse(s)  will  be  participating  in  either  the  tags  or  the  posts  you  reblog.

#2000s.gossip #2000s.meme

[giggly-squiggily]

☁Puffs☁ (Sentence Starters) Are Open!

Heyo! I'm feeling a little bold, a little brash (I belong in the trash) And decided for the weekend to open up sentence starters! Since they're small little dabbles (300 words max, give or take) I'm gonna call them Puffs! What do we think of the name? (work in progress I know)

Rules:

Send me a sentence starter and a pairing and I'll write a short dabble for it!

Reader insert is allowed!

The event will go from Today (Saturday, Nov. 11) to Monday (Nov. 13) 8pm EST. I'll let you know when the event is closed.

I have new fandoms! Please read my pinned post for restrictions and limitations and all that! (Fandoms below the cut!)

SFW, I will write both tickles and non tickles!

I think that's it? I'll update y'all if anything changes! Have at it everyone! :D

~Fandoms~

Black Clover

- Blue Lock (Anime)

-Big Windup

- Bungo Stray Dogs (Up to Season 3)

- Buddy Daddies

-Code Realize

-Collar x Malice

-Chainsaw Man (Anime + Around Chapter 72 I think?)

-Danganronpa THH, SDR2 , V3

-Dr. Stone

-Demon Slayer

-Fire Force

-Free! Iwatobi Swim Club

-Fruits Basket

-Given

-Haikyuu!!

-Heartstopper

-Hell’s Paradise

-Hunter x Hunter (Up To Greed Island Arc)

-Jojo’s Bizzare Adventure: Battle Tendencies (Part 2) Stardust Crusaders (Part 3), Diamond Is Unbreakable (Part 4), Golden Wind (Part 5)

-Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime + Movie Only!)

Komi Can’t Communicate

-Mob Psycho 100

-Moriarty The Patriot

-My Hero Academia

-Pokemon (Limited Requests: Legend Arceus, Gens 1-7, 9, ScarVio DLC included) **No longer taking requests for Sword and Shield**

-SK8 the infinity

-Spy x Family

-Toliet Bound Hanako-Kun

-Tokyo Revengers

-Rain Code (Up to chapter 4)

-Vinland Saga (Mainly Season 2)

-Yu Yu Hakusho (Veeeery limited)

#sentence starters #sentence starters are open! #puffs

[shares-a-vest]

@steddiemas Day 2: Winter Sentence Starters (Sentence Starter Saturdays)

"Holy shit!" Eddie shrieks, his voice regrettably echoing around the small quarters of Family Video's storage room, "Your hands are freezing!"

He envelopes Steve's hands in his own, brings them to his mouth and starts blowing. Steve grimaces and attempts to yank his hands away, but Eddie only tightens his grasp.

"Don't you have any mittens!" he continues, frantic as they now tug back and forward.

"No way," Steve scoffs, "I'm not walking around with an ugly pair of mittens pinned to my jacket."

He cocks his chin and his eyes flit down to the set of navy-blue mittens joined by a length of matching yarn and attached to Eddie's worn parka jacket via two safety pins.

"Excuse me!" he defends, letting go as he brings his hands to his chest to shield his mittens from further insult.

Steve giggles, "You look like a kid going off to kindergarten."

Eddie holds up a warning finger and feels his jaw clench, "My mittens are pinned to my winter jacket so I know where they are at the beginning of winter when I need my winter coat and mittens! Then, when I enter a premises that is supposed to be warm – to seek out my boyfriend whose hands should be warm – I pin them straight back on my jacket for safekeeping. It makes perfect sense!"

"So this was Wayne's idea because you kept losing them?" Steve asks, raising a brow and smirking.

"... Yeah," Eddie admits, looking down at his mittens.

The embarrassment is fleeting (this is practical for god sake!) and Eddie moves to unpin them.

"Eddie, I'm not taking your mittens!"

"Take my mittens!"

"How am I supposed to work in them?"

"You can stack away returns in a pair of mittens," Eddie offers, twirling the mittens by their joined string.

"And how am I going to type or use the phone?"

Eddie pauses and bites the inside of his cheek.

Damn it, he always has a checkmate defence.

"Turn the AC up!" he says with a click of his fingers.

"Can't," Steve grumbles, folding his arms and leaning against the built-in shelf that was supposed to support their regularly scheduled make-out session, "The AC is broken."

"What!" Eddie looks around, waving his hand about, "Where's your customer complaint form? Suggestion box? Something like that?"

"Eddie, you are not filing a complaint to Keith."

"I sure am!" he nods, determined, "Complaint or my mittens. Your choice, babydoll."

#again this is silly 😅😂 #i spent way too long thinking about what kind of winter jacket eddie would wear #steddiemas #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie ficlet #steve x eddie #family video 📼

[steddiemas]

Thank you all who participated in the first-ever Steddiemas! As a reminder, late submissions are allowed so if you feel inspired, don't hesitate to tag!

Below is a few different ways to catch up on everything submitted:

Sort By Themes:

Movie & Music Monday

Submissions feature holiday movies and music in various ways.

Trope Tuesday

Submissions feature different tropes, including: grumpy/sunshine, Hallmark movies, Steddie as Parents, and Second Chance/Fake Dating

Winter Wednesday

Submissions feature winter-themed activities like snow days and cookie decoration.

Take Me There Thursday

Submissions feature various locations from shopping malls to vacation destinations.

Festive Friday

Submissions feature holiday-themed activities for Hanukkah and Christmas celebrations.

Sentence Starter Saturday

Submissions are inspired by various sentences based on the day's theme

Smutty Sundays

Various Smut themed submissions based on the prompts. Please be 18+ to read these.

Misc Day

Christmas Day and New Year's Eve submissions.

All Steddimas Submissions

All NSFW Submissions

Ao3 Collection

Sort By Day:

Week One: Day 1 (Deck the Halls) | Day 2 (Winter Sentence Starters) | Day 3 (Needing To Be Quiet) | Day 4 (Questionable Holiday Movies & Winter Songs) | Day 5 (Grinch vs. Holiday Cheer) | Day 6 (Baking & Cookie Decorating) | Day 7 (Mall and/or Job)

Week Two: Day 8 (Hanukkah Traditions) | Day 9 (Hanukkah Sentence Starters) | Day 10 (Nice & Naughty) | Day 11 (Animated Holiday Movies & Pop/Alt Christmas Songs) | Day 12 (Hallmark Movie Tropes) | Day 13 (Snow Day) | Day 14 (Airport and/or Bar)

Week Three: Day 15 (Spreading Holiday Cheer) | Day 16 (Angsty Sentence Starters) | Day 17 (Accidental Kink Discovery) | Day 18 (Classic Holiday Movies & Songs) | Day 19 (Steddie as Parents) | Day 20 (Sick Day/Winter Blues) | Day 21 (Home and/or Dinner)

Week Four: Day 22 (Santa Shenanigans) | Day 23 (Christmas Sentence Starters) | Day 24 (For Someone Special) | Day 25 (Christmas Day Traditions) | Day 26 (Second Chances and/or Fake Dating) | Day 27 (Keeping Warm) | Day 28 (The Snow and/or Vacation Destination)

Week Five: Day 29 (Holiday Parties) | Day 30 (Smut Sentence Starters) | Day 31 (New Year's Eve Traditions)

#steddiemas #steddiemas masterpost #steddiemas navigation #steddie #steddie fic #steddie ficlet #steddie fan fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie fan event

[leiasources]

a  walk  to  remember  sentence  starters.    (part two) a  compilation  of  sentence  starters  from  and  inspired  by  a  walk  to  remember  (2002).  feel  free  to  adjust  as  necessary  but  do  not  add  to  the  list.  thank  you!

‘ i just want you to know, no hard feelings, [ name ] and i are way over. ’

‘ i didn't want anyone to be weird around me, especially you. ’

‘ i'm scared of not being with you. ’

‘ from citizen high to citizen low… that's great. ’

‘ okay, maybe you're just too scared that someone might actually want to be with you, because then you wouldn't be able to hide… ’

‘ it’s him i don't trust, not you. ’

‘ how can you see places like this and have moments like this and not believe? ’

‘ so you think you can get all this done by tomorrow? ’

‘ you would be so beautiful if you knew how to do your makeup. ’

‘ can you help me or not? you know what, just forget it. ’

‘ what's with you? it's like you don't even have time for your real friends anymore. ’

‘ listen, i've got to finish this tonight. ’

‘ are you going to go visit [ name ]? ’

‘ we have all the same classes, we've been in the same school since kindergarten. ’

‘ you want me to take you home? let's get out of here. ’

‘ what i think is, this is bullshit. ’

‘ you're a jedi master of bullshit. ’

‘ a request like yours requires… flattery and groveling. ’

‘ this restaurant is really nice. are you sure this is okay? ’

‘ everybody can dance. c'mon, you can't be that bad. ’

‘ are you trying to seduce me? ’

‘ you don't know the first thing about being someone's friend. ’

‘ when did you know, [ name ], that we were in love? ’

‘ here's some free advice about that one. stay far away. he's nothing but trouble. ’

‘ do you love me? ’

‘ this girl has changed you and you don't even know it. ’

‘ i want to go back to the dance. ’

‘ it can't be all about you, it has to be for the common good of everybody. ’

‘ i was doing laundry the other day and i found this… ’

‘ would you like to dance? ’

‘ you're my angel. ’

‘ you know what i figured out today? maybe god has a bigger plan for me than i had for myself. ’

‘ baby… baby, i'm sorry, okay? they're wrong, alright? ’

‘ sorry. i told you i was bad at this. ’

‘ now, you might not care what i say or think but you should care about god's opinion. ’

‘ find out who you are and do it on purpose. ’

‘ come here, come and look. quick! ’

‘ i'd like to ask your daughter to dinner on saturday night. ’

‘ these are really beautiful ambitions.. but you're going to have to work really hard. ’

‘ i have something for you. don't worry, it's not a bible. ’

‘ she's not like that. ’

‘ can you find this star, right here? i had it named for you. see? it's official, from the international star registry. ’

‘ you don't know what you want. ’

‘ without suffering, there would be no compassion. ’

‘ now would be the time to say something. ’

‘ i have brought us a thermos of hot coffee and a blanket. ’

‘ when i say be here at ten, be here, okay? ’

‘ okay… so, i'll see you at school? ’

‘ i wanted to give you these, the pictures from the play. ’

‘ i'll see you this afternoon after school. ’

‘ i know it can be very difficult… but maybe you should try backing into it from somewhere else. ’

‘ i can't believe you asked my father's permission. ’

‘ i have my beliefs… i have faith. don't you? ’

‘ i'm sick and tired of doing the same old shit all the time. ’

‘ you going to keep me out here all afternoon or what? ’

‘ don't even pretend like you're not going to be great. ’

‘ i guess you're with who you should be. ’

‘ you know what? i actually thought i wanted to be your friend… and now i have no idea why. no idea. ’

‘ look, this is about me, okay? this is not you. ’

‘ look, i don't have a choice… so would you just help me out, please? ’

‘ i told you not to fall in love with me. ’

‘ i can't just be your friend. ’

‘ i've got an idea, why don't you go back to the dance by yourself? ’

‘ if there is a higher power… then why is it he can't get you a new sweater? ’

‘ you're acting like a crazy person. what's going on? ’

‘ i want to ask you something… will you go out with me? this weekend? ’

‘ can we turn down the music a notch? some of us are actually trying to work. ’

‘ i've seen them bust a move and it is not pretty. ’

‘ one condition though, [ name ]… you have to promise you won't fall in love with me. ’

‘ please don't pretend like you know me, okay? ’

‘ there's too much bad shit in this world. ’

‘ if i kept you too close, it's because i want to keep you longer. ’

‘ i don't want to just be your friend. ’

‘ are you worried about your college applications? ’

‘ i understand you have managed to win the lead in the school play. congratulations. ’

‘ did you just get in? ’

‘ i'm going to go make us some dinner, okay? ’

‘ thank god i didn't know. i would have panicked. ’

‘ you don't care what people think about you? ’

‘ the rules around here are not going to change. ’

‘ you know i don't dance. ’

‘ do you normally walk by yourself in a cemetery at night? ’

#roleplay prompts #roleplay sentence starters #sentence starters #a walk to remember #a walk to remember sentence starters #mine: inbox prompt

[hypmicdaydreams]

Hello, lovely! Is there a chance that I could put in a request for one putting their head on the other’s should from the soft prompts with Rosho? Thank you very much in advance!

ofc anon! here ya go 🧡

soft sentence starters: [Puts head on the other’s shoulder]

you’ll admit—you’re a bit starved for affection from your boyfriend.

it was a bit of a bout you were in, where you wanted rosho’s attention this weekend night and nothing but to cuddle him. you don’t know what came over you, but you longed for him; it was a tough week alright. he was much too busy grading math tests from yesterday afternoon, however, and you weren’t going to bother him amidst his concentration of course.

also, he looked pretty admirable with his hair slicked back and expression more than focused on papers.

“rosho, how much longer do you think you’ll take?”

you’re not pouting, maybe. you just wish you could unpause the show on tv so that you and rosho could resume watching it from the other night. you wanted some alone time with him, but work kept taking rosho away from you, even on saturday nights.

“you can just watch without me, y/n.” his focus doesn’t break from his tests, and he’s back to marking problems wrong with that red pen of his (which never left his hands).

no, that won’t do; it was a show the two of you were watching together, a show you guys could both complain about. and it was clear that rosho would take a little while longer, so you simply turned off the tv and fixed your attention to what he was doing. you did grimace for the kid’s paper he was currently grading—whoever they were, math surely wasn’t their best forte.

you leaned your head on his shoulder, not quite catching the way he tenses up just a little. it should’ve been an uncomfortable headrest, but it wasn’t. it felt warm to an extent, being so close to rosho and huddling into his side. and it actually felt a bit comforting, laying your head on his shoulder and peeking at what he was doing.

you weren’t bothering him this way, you think. rosho’s shoulder was always much too comfortable to rest on; you can recall many times you’ve slept on him while watching bad movies or shows. besides, watching your boyfriend grade papers was entertaining to an extent, at least, more so than the show you guys were watching. plus, it was nice and comforting, with the weight of the blanket on you two and the dim lights making you feel drowsy. the sounds of his own marking notes was lulling, weirdly enough.

and you’re closing your eyes sooner or later, for rest only, of course.

“y/n?”

“mm.” you move against his shoulder and huddle in closer, but your eyes are still closed and breathing still slow (yet it’s nice to hear). rosho sighs as he realizes you’re going to knock out sooner or later. i mean, it is rather late after all, so he doesn’t blame you, though he still has a few papers to grade.

your head begins to feel heavy against his shoulder, though rosho doesn’t move it. you seemed too comfortable in your rest, too at peace, for him to even think about waking you up (even if your neck strained the next morning). besides, it’s that heaviness that he doesn’t entirely mind, even if his shoulder is bound to be sore. your comfort is more important, to him anyway, and even if it’s a pain, he’ll let you sleep on him.

he hears your slow breaths and feels the way you huddle into him, looking for warmth; it makes his cheeks tint a bit red.

ah, you were too cute.

#asks #requests #hypmic #fluff #rosho tsutsujimori #rosho x reader #gender neutral reader #now that finals are over it’s back to regularly scheduled programming #soft sentence starters