#holiday sentence starters

[bassettmemes]

YEAH, I'M A MILF... (MAN, I LOVE FALL!) ↳ a collection of fall prompts.

"don't you just love when the leaves change colors?"

"ew, pumpkin guts! don't touch me with your slimy hands!"

"do you know where i put the nutmeg?"

"cider or hot chocolate? or both?"

"you look so cute in your scarf and hat!"

"if i slip on another wet leaf, i'll scream."

"we could just stay in, you know... can we please stay in?"

"it's just going to get colder. we should enjoy the warmth while we can."

"oh, come on! it's just a haunted house; it'll be fun."

"is this what taylor swift meant by sad girl autumn?"

SEND AN EMOJI FOR:

[🍂] for our muses to rake leaves and jump into the pile together

[🍁] for our muses to go harvest maple

[🍠] for our muses to spend thanksgiving together

[🎃] for our muses to carve jack-o-lanterns together

[🔥] for our muses to sit together at a bonfire

[🥧] for our muses to bake fall treats together

[🧣] sender gives receiver their scarf on a windy day (send 🔀 to reverse)

[🍎] for our muses to go to an apple orchard together

[mcflymemes]

RANDOM LINES OF DIALOGUE PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue, adjust as necessary

oh, great. more of your very eloquent bullshit.

i don't fear death. in fact, i yearn for it.

if it holds wine, it's a wine glass.

so... no guns. do you have an axe?

i'm not usually this direct, but... what is wrong with you?

this would have been much better with a gun.

i might be a bit too ambitious.

i think you'll see that the time was not wasted.

i can do it as well. i can do it for ages.

it doesn't hurt... well. it hurts a little bit now.

i'm fascinated by what happened in your fourteen minutes of absence.

no hard feelings. please look after yourself.

i am fundamentally incapable of showing off.

i'm just having a bit of a laugh with everyone.

that was so cringey and so uncomfortable.

i have no stitches. none!

momma didn't raise no fool.

i can borrow a dog whenever i want.

honestly? i don't know where to start.

i gave you culture... literature... water.

sometimes absence is more powerful than presence.

by the end of it, we were singing swedish drinking songs.

i think you were really reluctant to take accountability for that.

i just think you formed a bad relationship.

do you think it's fair?

what do you have for me now?

yours is... impressive.

we're all different.

don't you dare look away.

i didn't mind it, actually.

i'm just proud of myself.

i think it went in. it did go in.

i feel ashamed, mainly.

that's what i was going for.

i just want to acknowledge your technique.

it did escalate severely after five minutes.

none of us ever want to see this again.

we've reached the ten minute mark.

i don't think i know who i am.

there's a degree of style in the cowboy hat.

there are no fucking shoes!

you look like you've been kicked through a charity shop.

your phone's ringing.

haven't you ever seen one of those before?

they were sick and dangerous.

what does that say about whoever killed them?

this isn't half bad for college kids.

what the hell is this?

you might want to wear these.

have a safe night.

would you believe i'm single?

why do you always trail off like that?

[memesofthevale]

holidays can be hard

❝hey, wanna spend the holiday along together?❞ ❝i wasn't really planning on doing anything this year...❞ ❝can't we just get along? just for today?❞ ❝i love you. please come home.❞ ❝fuck your family. let's party like its Y2K.❞ ❝your mom's a bitch, and her mash potatoes are always thick like paste.❞ ❝yeah, my mom kicked me out, but look a white christmas!❞ ❝i just don't want to spend the day alone this year.❞ ❝my family was never big on celebrating.❞ ❝go away, i don't like [holiday]❞ ❝did you really call my dad a cuck and throw a roll at him?❞ ❝i guess i should've known better than to trust you could be civil.❞ ❝please don't leave. you haven't opened your present yet.❞

[giving] sender shows up without warning to receiver's home to deliver a present knowing receiver has no one to celebrate with.

[taking] sender takes all the gifts from under receiver's tree and burns them.

[coal] sender gives receiver the cold shoulder, refusing to spend the holiday with them.

[blood] sender stands up for receiver when receiver's family is cruel.

[forget] sender forgets to come over to receiver's to spend time together on the holiday.

[unconditional] sender picks up receiver to take them to out as a distraction from old wounds left by family/friend/etc.

[jolly] receiver tries to cheer up sender after sender breaks down on the holiday.

[crownmemes]

A Ghost Story for Christmas Sentences

(Sentences from A Ghost Story for Christmas (1971-). Adjust phrasing where needed)

"That's the mark of death. I know it well."

"You won't last the night."

"Good manners cost nothing, do they?"

"You seem a kind soul."

"Twisted, he was. Where others had a soul, he had a corkscrew."

"I don't think you can say those things anymore!"

"I did not trip him up!"

"Don't make assumptions about me!"

"Everything has to end."

"You dance well!"

"At the time she was seen, it was impossible that she could be a living person."

"You deserve no tenderness at any man's hands!"

"Was there a particular reason for your search, or do you just like to dig?"

"What is the point in tradition if one is constantly changing things?"

"The gossip is that he fathered a child with one of his servants!"

"One must look to the future, not the past."

"I hope we shall become friends."

"What the devil have you been up to?"

"You still haven't said what you were up to."

"My books have been my only true companion since childhood."

"He swears whatever attacked him wasn't human - and, from the scratches on his throat, I'm inclined to agree with him!"

"To a collector of fairytales, this is no doubt fascinating - but you cannot seriously believe that."

"What other explanation is there?"

"How could such a thing as this stride through the streets, even at night, without being seen?"

"You must allow that each incident in itself is capable of a more natural explanation."

"It won't do. No, it won't do."

"Don't do anything rash."

"I'll happily look into the matter myself, but it is going to have to wait a few days."

"You have five minutes to destroy that thing, or I swear to God, I will put a bullet in your brain!"

"You would murder me?"

[memehcwling]

☈ ― 𝕍𝔸𝕃𝔼ℕ𝕋𝕀ℕ𝔼𝕊 𝔻𝔸𝕐 themed prompts / memes

SYMBOLS: use " ⇆ " to reverse muses.

🌠 - for our muses to lay under the stars together ✍️ - for my muse to write yours a love letter ☂ - for our muses to get stuck in a rain storm 💘 - for my muse to confess their feelings for your muse 📷 - for your muse to catch mine taking a candid photo of them 🔑 - for my muse to give your muse a spare key to their house 💐 - for my muse to show up at your muses place with a bouquet of flowers 😍 - for my muse to compliment your muse

― angsty edition 💔 - for my muse tells your muse they no longer love them 🤥 - for my muse to catch your muse lying to them 🕦 - for my muse to stand your muse up on a date 🍻 - for my muse tries to stop your muse from having another drink

― fluffy sentence starters

❝ would it be alright if i borrowed your sweater? it smells like you. ❞ ❝ you look beautiful/handsome tonight. ❞ ❝ half the time i get too embarrassed to say anything. ❞ ❝ first time i saw you i couldn't get over how beautiful you were. ❞ ❝ quit that, i can't think straight with you looking at me like that! ❞ ❝ don't give me the puppy dog face.. how am i supposed to say no to that? ❞ ❝ you make me lose my words like no one else does. ❞ ❝ i can't imagine a world in which i don't adore you. ❞ ❝ you made me breakfast?! ❞ ❝ how did i get so lucky? ❞ ❝ i mean... on the bright side at least we know we can't cook.... ❞ ❝ i'm so yours, always. ❞ ❝ you know you mean the world to me, right? ❞

[teamrocketmemes]

Holiday starters, but with a twist!!

I know this hellsite runs on the default of being USA-centric or just favouring people who live in the northern hemisphere, which means all Christmas memes are very wintery, but as someone who is very much not that, I offer you all Christmas meme starters but with a summer twist! gimme a break over here, i can’t help it if my daily life doesn’t follow your norm

[ SCENARIOS ]

🌞 - where it’s christmas day, but it’s a sunny summer day! 🥵 - where it’s so hot outside that our muses barely have any energy to move. 🥩 - where either the sender or the receiver is in charge of the food on christmas or new year’s eve, a barbeque! 🌊 - where our muses decide to go surfing on christmas day or new year’s day. 🧉 - where our muses are drinking fruit juice, mate or a fruit smoothie. 💦 - where our muses decided to jump to the pool. 🍦 - where, for dessert, our muses have ice cream.

[ SENTENCES ]

“White Christmas?? More like sweaty Christmas.” “I don’t wanna be in charge of the barbecue this year...” “Watching media from the states is so weird. Like, all of your Christmas specials are during Winter and here I am, sweating and with no snow.” “My traditions include fruit smoothies, salads and jello.” “Sure I have snow... It’s just, you know... coarse, rough and irritating... And yellow...” “Where’s the Summer Christmas gang at???” “I never spent the holidays during Winter time.” “You never spent the holidays during Summer time???”

[askthegreatpapyandsans]

“4:00, wallow in self-pity. 4:30, stare into the abyss. 5:00, solve world hunger tell no one. 5:30, jazzercise. 6:30, dinner with me… I can’t cancel that again. 7:00, wrestle with my self-loathing… I’m booked! If I bumped the loathing to 9:00, I’d have time to lay in bed stare at the ceiling and slip slowly into madness.”

“I mean you can your mine. Just this Christmas party means a lot to me.”

Papyrus looks very cold and pathetic.

[daddydoddsjr]

SEND IN A NUMBER AND CHARACTER TO MY ASK BOX PLEASEEE

Festive Prompt List

“Is that mistletoe?”

“Are you- are you pulling down mistletoe?”

“I don’t care about tradition, you try and get me to kiss you under the mistletoe and I will punch you”

“If I hear one more Mariah Carey song I will riot”

“Remind me why I can’t kill the carolers?”

“Hum one more note of that carol and I will stab you”

“My house, my rules. The Christmas music stays on” 

“If you throw that snowball you’re declaring war”

“You’re kidding, right? I’m not going out in that snow storm!”

“I don’t care what you say, The Nightmare Before Christmas works for Christmas and Halloween”

“I can’t believe you did all this, for me”

“You don’t have to go to all this trouble, you know”

“You didn’t really think I’d let you spend Christmas alone, did you?”

“You’d make a really terrible Santa”

“It’s a time of good will, not whatever the hell you’re doing”

“Aren’t you just Santa’s Little Helper?”

“You call this decorated?”

“How on earth did you get tinsel there?”

“Wow, you really go overboard with decorations, don’t you?”

“It looks like Santa threw up here”

“What are you doing to that poor wrapping paper?”

“Exactly how much more hinting do I have to do?” 

 “Have I told you how much I hate Christmas shopping?”

“Secret Santa is bullshit”

“Tell me what you want for Christmas”

“Why are you so impossible to shop for?”

“Can’t I just give you $20 and you can buy something for yourself?”

“Please tell me you aren’t searching my room for where I’ve hidden the presents”

“I thought we weren’t doing gifts!”

“I got you a Christmas sweater!”

“How many Christmas sweaters do you own?”

“You’re wearing the Santa hat, whether you like it or not”

“One normal Christmas, that’s all I wanted”

“I’m sure what ever threat is out there can wait until after Christmas dinner”

“You invited how many people over for Christmas dinner??”

"You really can’t cook, can you?”

“Who the hell turned off the oven?!” 

“This calls for eggnog” 

“I can’t believe no one has spiked the eggnog yet”

“Just how much eggnog have you had?”

“I’m starting to regret having taught you about gluhwein”

“Oi! That’s my hot chocolate”

“Spam is not a suitable replacement for turkey”

“No offence meant, but I do not trust you to carve the turkey”

“I don’t care about anything else, the pudding is all that matters”

“Hey, binge eating at Christmas is totally justified!”

“You made gingerbread zombies?”

“Step away from the cookies.”

“Who ate all the advent calendar chocolates?!”

“Normally I’d say no, but I’m on my 14th candy cane, so why not?” 

[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.

[monzamash]

not in the mood — carlos sainz

carlos sainz x you (femreader) | 1.9k summary – grumpy uncle Carlos is struggling on the extended family holiday and you will do anything to shake him from his bad mood. rating – 18+ (sex, language, google translated spanish) a/n – i’ve decided to collate the sentence starters i got for each driver so that we can get a bit juicer and i can do a little more plot with the smut lol masterlist

You could tell from the moment Carlos stepped off his father’s sailboat that he wasn’t happy. It was a look you’d seen before – typically after a bad race or when the vintage car he’d been working on in his workshop wouldn’t start; infuriated and overtired, two emotions he wasn’t capable of controlling. The vein bulging on his forehead told you to keep your distance while he cooled off, leaving him alone with his own thoughts. Hopefully simmering down.

“Is tio angry at us, tia?” Little Edgar asked, tugging on your long sundress as he watched his uncle storm off towards the resort without a word.

“He’d never be mad at you, cariño…” You replied quietly and brushed the young boys curls from his face, encouraging him to go play with his siblings in the water. But the question had to be asked.

“What happened out there?”

Carlos’ father simply shrugged and threw the cooler filled with bait onto the sand beside his wife, “He gets so worked up over nothing – frustrated with me, frustrated with the little ones. Desagradecida,” He muttered under his breath.

Carlos never got upset over “nothing”. Sure, he was competitive and easily annoyed by small things, pouting to you that something wasn’t right in his mind but storming off a boat after what was supposed to be a nice afternoon with his father and nephews? That wasn’t your Carlos and you stayed silent, not agreeing with Papa on this one.

“Well whatever happened, I’m sure he’ll be over it by dinner.” You sighed, willing your words into reality for the sake of the holiday.

His mother nodded in agreement, knowing that her son was never upset for long. Thankfully she changed the subject and sent her husband on a mission to get her another cocktail from the beach bar. You took the break in conversation to return to your suite where you assumed your husband was brooding alone, probably grumbling to himself in the otherwise silent room.

And you were right. As soon as you clicked the door open, you heard it. The unintelligible Spanish that he always used when he was angry – quietly cursing whoever was coming to ruin his peace and quiet. But you didn’t care if he was annoyed by your presence; you’d been together for long enough to sense what the other needed, especially if something was upsetting them.

He would've done the same for you.

“Don’t throw a pillow at me. I come in peace,” You said, rounding the corner and surrendering your power with your hands up beside your face.

He looked exactly as you expected; propped up against the bed head, thick black rimmed reading glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose and his eyes trained on the book you’d gotten him from the market that morning. At first he ignored you, pretending to be completely immersed in the book he was reading. 

But the quick glance up in your direction was enough to make you smirk. The pout he had on his face when he breezed past you on the beach a few minutes ago was still there, shoulders tensed around his strong neck. The only difference now was that he was shirtless, gloriously tanned and looking painfully beautiful lying on the white linen sheets. You always compared him to a flawlessly chiselled statue, mouth-wateringly perfect in every way.

“You didn’t need to come at all.”

Okay, so maybe not perfect all the time.

“Well I came up because the boys were worried that they’d made you angry but I can’t imagine any scenario where that would be true…”

Carlos’ eyes snapped up to yours, his pout now a frown as he listened to your words. He felt a pang of guilt shoot to his heart as you sat down on the end of the bed, watching his brain tick over and finally realise the effect he had on the people he loved, his little carbon copies. He was Tio Carlos, after all. Their hero.

“Ay, they didn’t think I was mad at them?” He asked more as a question than a statement and you nodded – not to make him feel bad but because it was the truth. The bitter truth from the way his face dropped again, now sadder than before.

“Meirde,” Carlos mumbled under his breath, “I wasn’t angry at them – it was my father. He was shouting at them like he did to me when I was a boy… making them feel stupid so I told him to fuck off and he was not happy about that…” He trailed off, rolling his eyes with a huff.

“I’ll go down and see the boys soon but I just can’t be around him like this,” Carlos added and you understood. He was clearly fired up, fight or flight mode activated with the former winning out.

There weren’t many things that really got under Carlos’ skin but those kids meant more to him than anything. He was protective of them and seeing them being bullied like he was as a young boy triggered him – made him see red and although he was close to his father now, there was a lot of underlying problems that had never been resolved.

Obviously this was one of them but it would be a shame to let all of that pent up anger and aggression go to waste, you thought.

“Fair enough, honey,” You whispered and stood up, smoothing your long sundress out as Carlos went back to his book, “I’ll give you some space but I’m not wearing any underwear right now… Just thought you should know that.”

In true Carlos fashion, he didn’t even flinch at your words, not even a glance nor did he stop you from leaving at first. It wasn’t until your hand was gripping the door handle that you heard him yell out from the bedroom, “And where do you think you’re going then?”

His voice sounded hoarse, deep and tantalisingly sexy as you trotted back to where he was, now sprawled out on the bed and waiting for your return. The book he was seemingly so enthralled in when you left was still open but discarded as you crawled up beside it with a smirk, merely imitating the expression on his face as he watched you.

Eyes forever trained on yours, tempting you up onto his lap that he was patting. Your fingernails dragged along the exposed skin on his thighs that the short shorts weren’t covering, tanned and hairy. Strong and muscular, mind reeling from the things they could do.

Carlos was pouting when you leaned in closer to his face, telepathically sending signals for you to kiss him. It had been a rough afternoon but having you to take his mind of it well and truly made up for it. You smiled and pressed your lips to his, arms snaking around his neck as you settled onto his lap, letting the weight of the day melt into his touch.

His hands crept around your waist and naturally dropped lower to your backside that he was always mesmerised by. There was hardly ever a moment when you were alone that he wasn’t either touching it or gawking at it and you loved it. The attention, the physically touch – he had you wrapped around his finger, and him yours.

“Let your frustration out on me, baby.”

Your permission ignited something deep inside Carlos. A little spark in his eyes catching on as you pulled back and captured his stare, aroused by the darkness and the steeliness as he tugged you into his chest. He was groaning under his breath as you moved above him, stirring that feeling he couldn’t ignore and that you could feel between your thighs.

“Te quiero con todo mi corazón,” Carlos whispered as you reached up and removed the reading glasses from his beautiful face, peppering kisses all over his cheeks.

“I think you look so sexy in these but I don’t want to break them,” You confessed and he simply smirked as he lifted your hips up and pulled his shorts down, freeing himself from the tight material.

“I know you do, darling.”

You rolled your eyes and licked your palm before grasping his growing stiffness in your hand, delicately rolling your wrist to get him to where you needed him. It never took long and with all of the kissing and teasing you’d done to him all morning; Carlos was pretty much hard on sight. But you loved how big he felt in your hand and the way his eyebrows scrunched together when you gripped him a little too tight, a hiss slipping from his lips every time.

“Actually you look sexier like this,” You smiled and kissed him again as he started bunching up your dress, moaning as you continued to pleasure him, tease him. But he got you back, sliding his fingers through your slick and pushing two fingers into you without warning, jerking you forward over his shoulder.

“Oh my god!” You shouted, both hands now gripping the back of his head as he fucked you, knuckle deep and revelling in the fact that you were now on the receiving end of his pleasure.

“Shh, I can hear people in the other room, cariño,” Carlos whispered facetiously, voice taunting and secretly wanting everyone to know that he was the reason for your screams.

“Well don’t shove your fingers inside of me without warning and I would be quiet,” You snapped back before he hit that sweet spot, causing you to return to crook of his neck with a whimpering moan.

“Asshole.”

Carlos snickered at you waving your metaphorical white flag. He loved you taking control and that’s what you did once you sunk down on him, taking his thick cock all the way until you bottomed out. A low, raspy moan slipped from your throat when you felt him twitch inside you, hips snapping up in an attempt to get you to move.

“Don’t rush me, baby. You feel so fucking big… God, why do you feel so big?”

“Because I am huge,” Carlos shamelessly retorted, head titled back and watching squirming on top of him. You rolled your eyes and straightened your back; now feeling like you had a point to prove.

As you sat up, you pressed your hands to his chest, hips rolling achingly slow and taking full advantage of your position.

“Okay, with that kind of arrogance and the way you’ve been moping around all day, you’ve lost your touching rights, my love.”

You slapped his hands off your thighs and watched his eyes glaze over with lust, “Hands off.”

Carlos pouted and reached out with his grabby hands, “Ay, no, please. I have to touch you.”

There was a smirk tugging on the corners of his lips as he pleaded with you, and you could see right through his façade. Even with his unbelievably thick cock filling you to the brim, brushing against that spot deep inside you that would usually have you unravelling in a matter of seconds, you didn’t crack. Not even a little.

“Hands. Off.”

And with those stern words, Carlos simply laid back on the pillows and tucked his hands behind his head, watching as you gave him a show. He couldn’t have loved you any more than he did in that moment – for making him feel like his entire body was on fire and for remedying his bad mood.

You really were a miracle worker. And you were all his.

a//n – ayyyy, the first of the monzamash special! i'm so glad people sent in requests for carlos – he's so fun to write. the next one will either be charles or daniel so let me know if you have preference! and thank you all again for 700 followers x masterlist | askbox

[steddiemas]

The results are in, and I'm happy to announce that this year's Steddiemas Fanworks Holiday Challenge will feature a set of weekly prompts for you all to choose from. Like last year, there will be themes but instead of 31 days of unique prompts, you'll get 4 a week to mix and match as you see fit.

Those themes will be:

Winter Wonderland - December 1st - 7th Deck The Halls - December 8th - 14th Cozy Days - December 15th - 21st Holiday Extravaganza - December 22nd - 28th Endings & Beginnings - December 29th - January 1st

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 January 1st. But don't worry, late work will be accepted!

In addition to the weekly prompts, every weekend will include a separate challenge. A sentence starter/piece of dialogue along with a word count will be posted every Friday at 9pm PT, and you'll have until that Sunday at 11:59pm PT to get it posted. These prompts will not be posted in advance which is what makes them a challenge!

Like last year, this is an 18+ Steddie-centric event, but that relationship can take any form, and I am open to working with other pairings/ships as long as Steddie is involved somehow. Just make sure to tag accordingly!

As always any and all times of fanworks are allowed and you can combine prompts with other events taking place if you want! For the weekly prompts, you can do them all, combine them, or just pick the one that speaks to you! There is absolutely no pressure!

If you have any questions, you can send them here or over on @steddieasitgoes

Until then, see you in November when prompts get released!

And yes, I'm aware we're still in September but the stores are already putting out holiday stuff so I figured I could get a head start here too.

[steddieasitgoes]

@steddiemas Day 16 Prompt: Angst Themed Sentence Starters

3. I don’t know what you want from me. and 5. I don’t want to fight with you. Not tonight.

Tags: Established Relationship, Steve Harrington Has Bad Parents, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Mentions of Past Child Neglect, Protective Eddie Munson

wc: 1184 | Rating: T

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“I don’t know what you want from me!” Steve shouts, arms thrown in the air.

He’s glued to the floor in their living room watching as Eddie stalks up and down the length of the room in the dim glow of their Christmas tree. Steve’s hands are clutched around the cordless phone, double-checking that he properly hung it up.

The last thing he needs is for his mother to overhear the argument currently going on.

The same argument that happens every year, without fail.

An unofficial tradition that Steve fucking hates.

“I want you to stand up for yourself!” Eddie shouts back.

Their voices may be raised, but they’re not screaming at each other. At least, not in the ways they were raised too. Their voices may be loud, but they don’t hurl insults at each other. Nor do they shout directly at each other, shouting their concerns into the void of the room instead.

“I do stand up for myself!” Steve defends, crossing his arms.

“Not when it comes to them!” Eddie growls, flippantly waving his hand in the air. “I thought we decided after last year's disaster that we weren’t going to put up with it anymore. If your parents wanted to be in our lives, they’d be there for us every day and not just on the choice fucking holiday so you’re mom can take her family picture that conveniently always makes me look terrible.”

“I know. Okay? I know we said that!” Steve uncrosses his arms, one hand coming up to pinch the bridge of his nose. The other hangs limply by his thighs, opening and closing into a fist, tethering him to the moment. “But they’re still my parents!”

Eddie scoffs, shaking his head. “Just because a piece of paper says they’re your parents doesn’t make it true.”

“I know, but—“

“No! No buts! They’re shitty people, Steve! I’m not going to apologize for saying that because it’s the truth! They only want you around when it's convenient for them and then they leave. You might not see it, but every time they walk out that door you turn into that lonely, abandoned teenager you’ve worked so hard to grow from! I’m not going to let them keep doing that to you!”

“Eddie,” Steve huffs. He’s not wrong, not in the slightest. But it still stings hearing it. Knowing that even though he tries to hide how he feels when his parents walk out the door every year, Eddie sees. That he hurts just as much as Steve does.

“What if it was my dad who called and said, “Clear you’re scheduled for the 20th, we’re having Christmas dinner since I’m going out on Christmas but still need to show face with my friends and see you?” What if he did it every fucking year for seven years, only to bitch and moan about every little thing? Questioning my life choices, talking shit about the man I’ve become because I didn’t live up to his expectations. Making snide comments about you when he thinks you’re not listening. Would you let him keep coming?”

“Of course not!”

“Then you understand where I’m coming from!” Eddie says, slowly making his way over to Steve. “I wish things were different. I wish your parents saw you for the amazing man you are. Saw us for all the work we’ve done to better ourselves. But they don’t. They never will. And I’m tired of pretending for a few hours every year to be okay with their bullshit. You deserve better than that.”

“I—“ Steve breaks, the first tear racing down his cheek before he can even register what’s happening.

He’s wrapped in Eddie’s arms in an instant, pushed and flushed with his warm chest. His shirt is soft, soothing the prickly feeling spreading across his own cheeks as he lets the tears fall. Eddie holds him, strong and firm. Rocks him slowly in his arms, and runs a hand soothingly up and down his back. Whispers encouragement into the wild tufts of hair on the top of his head.

“Sweetheart,” Eddie coos. “It’s okay. S’gonna be okay.”

“I don’t want to fight with you,” Steve hiccups, pulling away from Eddie’s embrace. “Not tonight. Not ever.”

“I don’t want to fight with you either.” With a gentle hand, Eddie swipes the tears from Steve’s eyes before cradling his face in his hands. “Especially not about your parents. Maybe about your questionable taste in movies—“

“Hey!” Steve laughs, swatting at Steve’s chest. “You’re the one with the questionable taste.”

Eddie hums, shaking his head. “Keep telling yourself that, big boy.”

They stay like that for a few moments, wrapped in each other's embrace. Letting the tension ease from their bodies and minds. The air in the room already feels lighter, the lights on the trees twinkling brighter.

But there’s still a weight pressing on Steve’s chest. One he knows isn’t going to go away until he figures this out. Once and for all.

“What should I tell them?” he mumbles, words nearly lost amongst the quiet hum of their space heater.

“You could tell them we’re going on vacation? Or that we already made plans.”

“I don’t want to lie to them,” Steve sighs, feeling the pressure building behind his eyes again. “If I tell her that she’ll want to see pictures or hear stories and then it's one lie after another.”

“You could tell them the truth?” Eddie suggests, arms wrapping around Steve again. “Tell them that they don’t deserve to spend Christmas with you because of the way they’ve treated you. That we don’t need their negative energy in our lives.”

Steve grimaces. He wishes he could have a conversation with his mom. Wishes they had the type of relationship that allowed him the grace, to be honest with her. To give her space to listen and hopefully learn. But they don’t. They never have. All that will get Steve is an earful of guilt and yelling, followed by a call from his father about he broke his mother.

Still, what other choice does he have?

If he doesn’t want to lie, the truth is the only other option.

“Will you stay by me while I make the call?”

“Of course, sweetheart. M’not going anywhere.”

“Okay,” Steve says, letting the plan take shape in his head. “Okay. I’m going to tell her the truth.”

“I’ll be the whole time,” Eddie says, squeezing Steve’s hand. “But if she starts yelling, I will grab that phone and hang up on her. You understand that, right?”

“I think you hanging up on my mom is the kindest thing you could do to her.”

“Damn right, it is!” Eddie laughs. “Now come on, let’s rip this bandaid off so we can start planning what we’re actually going to do now that we have the 20th free.”

“I’m sure you already have ideas.” Steve laughs, watching as Eddie’s eyes light up as they drink him from head to toe.

“Yeah,” he says, dragging his tongue across his bottom lip. “I’ve got a few ideas up my sleeve.”

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Writing Prompt Masterlist, Part Four

Masterlist of Writing Prompt Masterlists

The Prompts

35 Types of Hugs Prompts

100 Dialogue Prompts to Make a Reader Swoon

200 Random Dialogue Prompts

Affectionate and Affirming Prompts

Amnesia Dialogue Prompts

Angst Prompts

Angsty Question Prompts

Angsty Question Prompts, Part Two

Angsty Question Prompts, Part Three

(More) Angsty Question Prompts

Angsty Sentence Starter Prompts

Apology Starter Prompts

Attorney-at-Love Prompts

Autumn Prompts

Awkward Post-Argument Scenario Prompts

Blanket Fort Prompts

Budding Romance Prompts

Comfortember 2022 Prompts

Comforting Dying S/O Prompts

Cuddle Up a Little Closer Prompts

Dirty Kind of Teasing Prompts

Enemies to Lovers Confession Prompts

Enemies to Lovers Later in Their Lives Prompts

Establishing a Relationship Prompts

Exes to Lovers Dialogue Prompts

Exes to Lovers Sentence Starter Prompts

Extensive Scar Related Prompts

Fall Writing Prompts

First Impression Sentence Starter Prompts

First Meeting Sentence Starter Prompts

Five Senses Prompts

Fluff Bingo Prompts

Forbidden Love Sentence Starter Prompts

Friends with Benefits to Lovers Prompts

General Sentence Starter Prompts

Gentleness Action Prompts

Giving Flowers to Your Lover Prompts

Grumpy + Sunshine Dialogue Prompts

High Pain Tolerance Starter Prompts

Human x Ghost Prompts

Human x Werewolf Prompts

Hurt / Comfort Dialogue Prompts

"I'm Paying Attention" Love Language Prompts

Injury Prompts

Instigation Starter Prompts

Intimate Prompts for Slow Burn Relationships

Jealous Confession Prompts

Kiss & Tell Prompts

Long Distance OTP Prompts

Love Languages Prompts

Love Languages - Receiving Gifts Prompts

Love Realization Prompts

Mermaid AU Prompts

Morbid Curiosity Prompts

More Angst Prompts

More Talking About It Starter Prompts

New Year's Dialogue Prompts

Nice Things to Say to People Prompts

Non-verbal RP Starter Prompts

November Prompts

October Prompts

(More) October Prompts

Oddly Obscure Friends to Lovers Prompts

OTP in Denial of Their Feelings Prompts

Prompts to Shake Things Up

Protective Starter Prompts

Random Question Prompts

Roguetober 2022 Prompts

Romantic Confession Dialogue Prompts

Rookie Couple Scenario Prompts

Royal x Groundskeeper OTP Prompts

Royal x Royal OTP Prompts

Scar / Injury Related Symbol Prompts

September Prompts

Setting Prompts

Show, Don't Tell Prompts

Situational Prompts

Sleepy Dialogue Prompts

Smut Prompt List

Smutty One-Liner Prompts, Part IV

Soft Gestures for Lovers Prompts

Soft Touches Prompts

Some Poorly Timed Confession Prompts

Some Simple Comfy & Sleepy Dialogue Prompts

Spooktober 2020 Prompts

Spooktober 2021 Prompts

Things Done While Sparring/Fighting Prompts

Things Done with Hair Prompts

Things You Said Prompts

Unrequited Love That's Actually Requited Prompts

Vampiric Starter Prompts

Ways to Respond When Someone Says "I'm Okay" Prompts

Wedding Dialogue Prompts

Welcome to the Holiday Season Prompts

Werewolf Starter Prompts

When in Doubt, Fake a Marriage Prompts

Whumpcember 2022 Prompts

Workplace Romance Prompts

Worried and Relieved Dialogue Starter Prompts

[1-800-fuccthisshit]

college classes start tomorrow so we’re starting off strong with my favorite teacher.

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【𝘔𝘐𝘓𝘋 𝘚𝘗𝘖𝘐𝘓𝘌𝘙𝘚 | 𝘙𝘌𝘈𝘋 𝘈𝘛 𝘠𝘖𝘜𝘙 𝘖𝘞𝘕 𝘋𝘐𝘚𝘊𝘙𝘌𝘛𝘐𝘖𝘕】

𝘚𝘐𝘕𝘎𝘓𝘌 𝘗𝘈𝘙𝘌𝘕𝘛!𝘚𝘏𝘖𝘜𝘛𝘈 𝘈𝘐𝘡𝘈𝘞𝘈 𝘟 𝘋𝘖𝘊𝘛𝘖𝘙!𝘔𝘊

𝘞𝘊 : 1,746

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gonna dive into shouta’s backstory before i introduce the mc.

for starters, he adopted his daughter (her name is kyoko in my drafts) when she was a few months old (her mom was murdered and her dad was on his way to serving a life sentence).

kyoko inherited a cat mutation quirk from her mom (the cuteness aggression somewhat influenced the hastily adoption) and a teleportation quirk from her father. at the ripe age of four, she’s shown up to shouta’s classroom more times than he’d like.

the first time she asked abt her mama, shouta told her she went to go be with the stars.

she a little on the smaller side (preemie baby) and she’s a curious little sweetheart.

she loves coloring and going outside.

she loves her uncle zashi and aunt nemi.

she loves her big brother hito and her best friend kacchan.

and don’t even get me started on her papa, she looks at him like he hung the stars just for her.

insert mc (my oc’s name is suki). she’s the youngest of four. she came along much later so the rest of her family feels somewhat burdened by her.

thankfully her adolescence wasn’t too terrible with her cousin, emi fukukado (✨for the plot ✨), by her side.

suki’s quirk, heal, heals flesh wounds and broken bones. as long as she’s holding a conversation with the injured person, their wounds should heal quite nicely.

after realizing she couldn’t legally use her quirk to help people, suki enrolled in the hero course of a small high school to get her hero license before going to med school.

shouta and suki meet during a night shift at the hospital just a few weeks before the Entrance Exam. he’s injured and frantic and he doesn’t wanna talk, he wants to get out this damn bed and go home.

who is suki to stop him?

(just kidding she threatened to sedate him if he didn’t calm down)

they see each other again at a cat café. suki is reading a new book when shouta walks in with kyoko im his arms. besides a half assed apology from shouta, they don’t interact much.

the next time they see each other is after the USJ incident. shouta’s cooperative and suki does what she can, but the damage is so extensive that shouta still ends up in a full body cast.

at some point after the UA Sports Festival, the two begin spending time together that doesn’t have to do with shouta being hurt.

they don’t really cross the line separating friendship from romance until after he returns from the Forest Training Camp. shouta is set to speak at a press conference and - even though he’s really expressing it - he’s on edge. they’re not together but they are.

shortly after his class takes their Provisional Hero License Exams, shouta meets suki’s cousin at her apartment. imagine his surprise (and anguish) when he sees emi sitting at the dinner table.

shouta ghosts suki for a bit after the Shie Hassaikai raid, but she’s sure his reasoning is good enough. about a week later, he shows up at her apartment unannounced and tells her everything that transpired. her heart breaks for sir nighteye, but it shatters for eri.

shortly after the UA School Festival, suki meets shouta’s closest friends, nemuri kayama and hizashi yamada. that’s a story for another time, though.

shouta broaches the idea of introducing suki to his girls. his friends suggest inviting her over for christmas. when shouta asks her about it, suki immediately bombards him with questions about the dress code and what to get the girls for christmas.

back at home with kyoko and eri, shouta asks about what they want for the upcoming holiday. eri isn’t sure what she wants (she feels bad about asking for stuff). kyoko, though? the one thing she wants is a mommy.

shouta tells his girlfriend suki to get them crafting supplies.

christmas day rolls around. shouta drinks a cup of coffee in the short lived silence before kyoko’s small voice rang out.

“wake up, eri née-chan! it’s christmas! gotta open your presents!”

suki arrives later than anticipated.

eri looks up from the couch and kyoko comes around the corner when she gets there. both are expecting to meet papa’s new friend. however, “new friend” goes completely out the window when kyoko sees the pretty woman taking her shoes off at the door looking just like-

“A MOMMY!”

eri is confused and the color drains straight from shouta’s face.

it only takes a few days for the girls to form a bond with suki (kyoko develops really bad separation anxiety) and by the time the new year comes around, shouta officially has a girlfriend.

suki knows next to nothing about the Paranormal Liberation War, so when one of her coworkers finds her in the break room and tells her about what they heard over the radio, her heart drops. not even an hour later are people (heroes, students, and civilians alike) being rushed in the hospital.

most of the people needing suki’s help are civilians that either got caught in the wreckage or hurt themselves while trying to get away from said wreckage. though she knows it was wishful thinking, suki feels herself getting worked up every time she pulls back a curtain or opens a door and sees someone who isn’t her lover waiting for her.

it’s a few days later that she’s finally able to track down shouta. she’s relieved knowing he’s not in someone’s morgue, but she feels like crying seeing him sat in the hospital bed, bandages wrapped around his face and the bedsheet flat below his right knee.

suki takes it upon herself to tell the girls about aunt nemi. though her heart aches from the loss of her (albeit new) friend, she doesn’t want hizashi and shouta to have to deal with the grief of two little girls on top of their own.

upon shouta’s request, suki moves into the small apartment while he’s still in the hospital. he claims it’s because he doesn’t want his cats to starve, but suki’s almost positive it’s for something else.

kyoko and eri take her around campus and she ends up meeting shouta’s class and and shinsou.

“and mommy, this is my hito onii-chan! papa says he’s not really my onii-chan, but onii-chan says it’s okay! does that mean you’re gonna be onii-chan’s mommy too?”

and that’s how the class (or those who weren’t already aware) found out about their sensei’s relationship.

a bond is quickly formed between suki and the students, especially since some of them are still vulnerable after midnight-sensei’s death.

everyone is on edge leading up to the Final War. with work at the hospital and acting as a makeshift counselor, suki tries to spends as much time with shouta and their his girls as she can.

during the fight, suki is tucked away with the heroes, kyoko sat on her hip and eri stuck to her leg. there’s so much going on, what with (in no particular order) the todoroki family showdown, shouta and hizashi disappearing from the playing field, all might and stain teaming up, and all the students putting their lives on the line.

after what feels like an eternity, there’s an eerie calm before suki gives both little girls kisses on their foreheads and rushes out to help in whatever way she can.

when suki and shouta reunite, she’s too busy fussing over him to notice him looking at her with the softest look he could pull off.

“shouta! oh my god, are you okay? let me look at you. you guys just - turn your head, please - just disappeared! i’m so glad - follow my finger please - so glad you guys are- hey! you aren’t paying attention to anything i’m saying to you right now! you realize- wait you didn’t hit your head, did you? can you hear what i’m saying right now?”

a beat and then-

“i love you so damn much.”

hizashi turns away just in time for shouta to grab suki by the waist and pull her in for a kiss.

✦ Epilogue Arc ✦

eight years later, shouta is still teaching at ua high. suki’s making her way up the charts at the hospital.

shouta’s old students have a tendency to seak her out specifically whenever they show up injured. they fully expect the lecture they get every time.

“eijirou, i keep telling you, you can’t give everyone the benefit of the doubt!”

“katsuki, you can not talk to people that way! that’s how you end up in situations like this!”

“denki! how did you even-!”

she’ll claim she doesn’t have a favorite but everyone knows it’s-

“shoto what happened to you? oh, you poor thing, come here so i can get that taken care of.”

shortly after their wedding, shouta and suki moved their family out of the small apartment on campus and into a comfortable sized house not too far from their respective places of work.

hitoshi tries to come by at least once a week for dinner per kyoko’s request. the young man confides in his mentor how he’d come over had the young girl never asked in the first place.

“it’s like a second home.”

shouta keeps it to himself.

eri thrives as a ua hero course student. she comes home everyday and tells her mom about how her day went.

“OH! and mama! i had practice against one of my classmates! she’s really big, and she beat me, but i think i’ll get her next time!”

kyoko is planning to follow in her big sister’s footsteps and go to ua after junior high.

“mommy, i can’t wait to go to ua! i’m so excited, i’m gonna explode!”

suki has a tendency to bring shouta lunch on her off days.

“shouta, there you are! you’re never where you’re supposed to be!”

“i’m sorry, my love. i had to get something taken care of. hey, where are-”

two small toddlers are always a few steps behind her.

“PAPA!”

eiji, loud and rambunctious, comes around the corner at full speed and slams into shouta’s left leg. his older brother, kei, much more quiet and restrained, walks into the room and grabs shouta’s right pants leg.

twenty years prior, shouta never would have thought he’d have happiness in the form of a loving wife and four (five) beautiful children. now though, he thanks anyone out there that he does.

✦✦

𝘰𝘰𝘧, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘪 𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 •_•. 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰, 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵! 𝘪 𝘬𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘧𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴. 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘧𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘥𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸! 𝘪'𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘪𝘵! 𝘪 𝘵𝘺𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘶𝘱 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘪𝘱𝘢𝘥, 𝘴𝘰 𝘪'𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘥𝘥 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦. 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘴𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 🙏🏽 𝘪 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘸. 𝘣𝘪𝘪𝘪𝘪 (*＾ წ＾*)

— 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘺𝘢

[jolteon-rph]

WINTER / SEASONAL STARTERS.

A bundle of seasonal starters for winter, unrelated to any particular holiday.

Feel free to change the prompts and/or sentences as you see fit, or combine them to make a new prompt.

TW: Swearing/cussing.

Emoji prompts:

❄️: Our muses are caught out in the snow together.

⛸️: Our muses go ice-skating together (at an ice rink or frozen body of water).

🔥: Our muses make a bonfire together.

🏔️: Our muses take a winter hike together.

🛒: Our muses go winter shopping together.

🥾: Our muses go camping together in the snow.

✨: Our muses go stargazing together.

☃️: Our muses make a snow sculpture together.

🧥: My muse offers your muse their coat to keep them warm (add a ‘+’ for the reverse).

✋: My muse puts their cold hands onto your muses back to surprise them (add a ‘+’ for the reverse).

🌨️: My muse throws a snowball at your muse (add a ‘+’ for the reverse).

♨️: My muse offers your muse a warm beverage (add ‘+’ for the reverse).

🧤: My muse catches your muse as they’re about to slip on some ice (add ‘+’ for the reverse).

🧣: My muse gives your muse their scarf (add ‘+’ for the reverse).

Sentence prompts:

“It’s colder than a witches tit out here. Should’ve brought a coat.”

“Your face is all red from the cold...”

“Feel how cold my hands are! Feel them.”

“Aren’t you cold in just that? I’m freezing in my coat!”

“Maybe it’s time we head back inside... I think I’m going to catch a cold if we sit out here all night.”

“The snow is so pretty when its freshly fallen. Shame it gets ruined by the time everyone’s trodden in it.”

“It’s a bit nippy. You’re gonna need a scarf, at least.”

“I don’t feel the cold. I just power through it.”

“Maybe we could get some hot chocolate from that cafe, over there?”

“Are you looking forward to the new year?”

“I have a... slush on you. Or does ‘I glove you’ sound better?”

“Quit playing in the snow. We’re not kids.”

“The star’s are so pretty in the winter. I love it when the sky is so clear.”

“You know what? There’s... snow way out of winter... hehe.”

“What if I pelted you with a snowball. Would you cheer up then?”

“I think you need to get some better shoes. You’re gonna slip and slide all over the place in those things, with all the ice around.”

“I can’t stand how dark it gets, so early, this time of year!”

[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.”