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shares-a-vest · 1 year ago

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@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

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monzamash · 2 years ago

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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

#carlos sainz #carlos sainz one shot #carlos sainz imagine #carlos sainz smut #carlos sainz x you #carlos sainz x reader #f1 one shot #formula 1 #f1 smut #the monzamash special #monzamashmasterlist #mmrequested #carlos sainz fanfic #not in the mood fic

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steddiemas · 2 months ago

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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.

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

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oh-nostalgiaa · 10 months ago

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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

#masterlist #writing #prompts #writing prompts

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steddieasitgoes · 1 year ago

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@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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1-800-fuccthisshit · 3 months ago

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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.

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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 𝘤𝘰��𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘴𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 🙏🏽 𝘪 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘸. 𝘣𝘪𝘪𝘪𝘪 (*＾ წ＾*)

— 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘺𝘢

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sky-neverending · 1 year ago

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@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

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intheticklecloset · 1 year ago

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Bungo Stray Dogs Coffee Shots #11-20

A collection of the BSD sentence starters I’ve done, compiled for the sake of ease. These are all stand-alone stories.

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11) Lee Dazai, Ler Atsushi

Hot air blasted directly onto Dazai’s right ear from behind, and without a moment’s hesitation the detective squealed and shot to his feet, his chair clattering to the floor.

All activity in the office stopped.

Dazai slowly turned to face the perpetrator and was surprised to see Atsushi with a straw in his hand, looking guilty, confused, and like he was about to burst into laughter all at the same time.

“S-Sorry,” the weretiger managed at last. “I didn’t…I just meant to surprise you, not scare you so bad.”

“You didn’t—” Dazai started, then hastily cleared his throat and waved his hand. “Never mind, Atsushi. That was good. You got me. Well done.”

He ruffled the younger boy’s hair affectionately, then strode quickly toward the hall and disappeared.

Activity gradually resumed as the others went back to their business, but as Atsushi was going back to his station he heard Kunikida mutter something about how Dazai was just as ticklish as ever, and suddenly what had happened just a moment ago clicked.

He couldn’t help but beam. Dazai? Ticklish? Oh…he could use this information.

“Ahahahahahatsushi! Plehehehehease!” Dazai squealed, scrunching up his shoulders but unable to do anything else to protect his sensitive neck and ears from his colleague’s tickly assault.

Atsushi had grown out just enough fur and claws on one hand for them to be used as tickle weapons, and they were proving very effective against his boss now as he held him down to the ground and went to work gently tickling him into fits of squeals and giggles.

“Why ahahahahare you dohohohoing this?! Whahahahahat did I dohohohoho?!” Dazai whined, snorting when Atsushi’s nail trailed just behind his earlobe with the softest possible touch.

“Mostly I’m doing it for fun,” Atsushi replied amiably, grinning ear to ear, clearly enjoying himself. “But also to pay you back for all the times you’ve scared me to death or done something stupid. Or both.”

“Ehehehehahahahahaha! Plehehehehease, it tihihihihickles so bahahahad! Ahahahahahatsushi!”

“So I’m getting my point across?” Atsushi brushed his fur along Dazai’s neck and beamed at the loud squeal and kicking legs he got for his efforts. “Good. Just a little more should do the trick, then…”

12) Lee Atsushi, Lers Dazai and Chuuya

“Chuuya, hold him still!” Dazai whined as he grappled with a squirming Atsushi, trying to roll him onto his back so he could tickle his tummy.

Chuuya cursed, reaching for Atsushi’s arms again, thwarted again when the weretiger quickly drew them away. “I’m trying!”

“Use your freaky gravity power to hold him still.”

“I can’t! You’re using your ability to stop him, and when I touch him you cancel mine, too! Idiot!”

Atsushi – for his part – continued to curl up on his side and protect both his tummy and his arms by forming a little ball on the floor, giggling from the silliness and impending tickle attack. “Guys, plehehehease! Wait!”

Dazai hummed. “Wait for what, Atsushi? Why should we wait when we can tickle you now?”

Chuuya made another grab for his arms and was once again denied. “You little—!” He snapped his eyes up to Dazai. “The kid’s got more ticklish spots than that! Just tickle him somewhere! He’ll have to unfurl eventually.”

“Nohohohoho!” Atsushi protested.

Dazai considered a moment, then squeezed his kneecap, nearly getting a foot to the face for his trouble. Despite his lower body reacting on instinct, Atsushi’s upper body remained tightly curled up and inaccessible.

“Must I do everything myself?” Chuuya muttered, reaching down to dig his fingers into Atsushi’s side, a satisfied smirk gracing his features when the weretiger shot one arm out to stop him. He grabbed his wrist and pulled it above his head before he could take it back, leaving one side entirely open. “There, Dazai!”

Dazai’s eyes lit up like a holiday tree as he wormed his fingers along Atushi’s side, gradually making his way to his tummy, at which point Atsushi’s giggles rose in pitch and he rolled onto his back. “Nohohohohohoho, wahahahahahait!”

Chuuya snatched up his other arm and sat on them both to keep him open and vulnerable, then scribbled his fingers into his armpits at the same time that Dazai went to town on his open belly.

Atsushi screeched with laughter, heels digging into the floor as he squirmed and bucked, a happy smile and pink blush showing off how much fun he was having despite his predicament. “Ahahahahaha plehehehehease, you guhuhuhuhuys! Nohohohohoho! Dohohohohon’t tihihihihickle me!”

“Whyever not?” Dazai mused, his voice in that teasing, lilting cadence that always drove Chuuya up the wall when he was the one in the weretiger’s position. The redhead shivered at the thought but kept up his own tickling, pointedly ignoring the playful wink his partner sent his way.

“It tihihihihihihihihickles!” Atsushi whined, laughter turning more frantic when Dazai finally dug a finger into his belly button. “Ehehehehehehe plehehehehehehehease!”

“I don’t know, Chuuya,” Dazai hummed, “do you think we should let him go?”

“After that little quip about ‘getting a room’ when he’s the one who walked in on us uninvited?” Chuuya snorted, leaning further forward to massage the tops of his ribs. “Not a chance.”

Atsushi whined through his laughter, babbling out apologies and pleas, but it was useless. When Dazai and Chuuya were on the warpath together, nothing could stop them. He’d just have to hope he could hold out long enough for them to feel satisfied in their thirst for vengeance…

13) Lee Dazai, Ler Chuuya

Dazai grunted in surprise when Chuuya’s lips slammed into his, falling back against the couch in a solid woomph, his rambling having been effectively cut off.

It didn’t take long for the brunette to realize his partner was in a mood. Trading kisses wasn’t so uncommon, but the redhead straddling him and pinning him in place was. Dazai hummed contentedly, breath hitching when Chuuya’s fingers teased the hem of his dress shirt.

He managed to pull back and giggle breathlessly, “Eager, are we?”

“Shut up.” Chuuya kissed him again, hands slipping up under his shirt.

For a moment Dazai relaxed, allowing himself to melt into Chuuya’s obvious need for physical intimacy, but just as quickly he tensed up again, letting out a choking sound as he arched his back and wrenched his face away from his partner’s. “Wait!”

“For what?” Chuuya snapped, then caught himself. “You good?”

“Tickles!” Dazai shivered beneath Chuuya’s fingertips, which were precariously positioned along his spine about halfway up his back. “Chibi—”

“What, this? Seriously?” Chuuya wiggled his fingers, surprised and annoyed by the detective’s subsequent giggles and squirms.

“Can’t help itttt,” Dazai whined, gripping his shoulders, trying to push him away. “Stohohop!”

“Fine, fine. I’ll move.” Chuuya leaned back in to kiss him again, hands sliding even further up to graze his shoulder blades, but this only made Dazai giggle louder and pull away from him again.

“Chihihibi!”

“Ugh, you’re ticklish everywhere! It’s impossible to know what’s going to set you off.” Chuuya sounded irritated, but inside he was actually rather amused. He smirked after a long moment, then shrugged. “Oh, well, I’m sure I can twist this to my advantage just as well.”

Dazai gasped and giggled at his partner’s wiggling fingers along his shoulder blades, arching his back again. “Dohohohohohon’t!”

Chuuya lowered his mouth to Dazai’s ear and said, “Let’s play a little game.”

Dazai shivered, then squeaked when one of his sides was squeezed. “Ehehehehe! No fahahahair!”

“Don’t move,” Chuuya demanded in a growl, giving up on trying to kiss his lips and instead going for his neck.

Dazai squealed and kicked his legs, but with Chuuya firmly in his lap he wasn’t getting anywhere fast. Instead he dissolved into helpless laughter, squirming and halfheartedly pushing at the redhead’s chest and shoulders, whining all the while. “Nohohohohoho, not the neheheheheck! Not my spihihihihihine, Chuuya! Plehehehehease!”

Chuuya smirked against his jaw and dropped his hands to his hips, squeezing playfully, making Dazai yelp out another laugh. “I said, don’t move.”

14) Lee Akutagawa, Ler Dazai

For years, Akutagawa had craved Dazai’s attention.

At first it was just that – an acknowledgement of a job well done, a satisfied nod, a proud smile, literally anything that let Akutagawa know he was doing well in the eyes of his mentor.

But then Dazai left the Port Mafia, and the weretiger came along, and his desire for attention became something…more. Now he wasn’t satisfied with a simple “good job.” He wanted affection. A hug, a ruffle of his hair, a pat on the back. Something physical. Something that would help satisfy his craving for the touch of another human.

But of all the things Akutagawa had had in mind, this most certainly was not one of them.

“I said ‘well done,’” Dazai told him with that tiny smile he reserved for when he was about to do something completely out of the blue. The brunette reached for him, and Akutagawa flinched on instinct. “What more you do want?”

“Anything,” Aku rasped, then cleared his throat and glanced away. “Never mind, Dazai. I’m grateful merely for the slightest attention from you.”

Dazai hummed. “Are you sure? Then why do you look like you want a hug?”

Akutagawa had to bite his lip to keep from gasping at the idea. It wasn’t that he was attracted to his former boss in that kind of a way – the universe had seen to it that the weretiger be the sole recipient of that honor – but the thought that he might actually get something so personal from the man he’d long admired was…well, overwhelming.

“No?” Dazai asked when Aku took too long to respond. “Then…maybe something else?”

Akutagawa finally dragged his eyes up to look at him. “Like what?”

There was that tiny glint of mischief. Aku barely had time to register it before Dazai was suddenly very much in his personal space, and the terrible, overwhelming urge to laugh rose up in him. He slapped a hand over his mouth in horror, his brain taking a few extra seconds to process why such an absurd idea would even cross his mind.

Dazai’s fingers were deep in his ribs. He was tickling him.

Shit.

“Wait!” Akutagawa’s voice was pleading, though he didn’t mean for it to be. His lips trembled as he fought off a smile. “Wahahahahait, no!”

“Atsushi says you have dimples,” Dazai commented casually, eyes scanning his features, looking disappointed that he couldn’t see any.

Blast that weretiger for ratting him out, and blast Akutagawa’s stupid pride that he couldn’t even stand disappointing Dazai even in this way.

He let himself give in and smile – really smile – just long enough for Dazai to exclaim, “Oh, you do have dimples! How adorable~”

“Stohohohohop!” Aku begged, raspy laughter escaping his lips as he squirmed. “Unhahahahand me at once!”

Dazai nodded sagely. “Atsushi told me you’d say that. Those exact words, even. ‘Unhand me.’”

“Dazahahahahai!”

“Buuuuut…” the brunette grinned playfully and wrapped his arms around Aku’s waist, further trapping him and tickling the backs of his ribs all in one move, making the younger man’s laughter rise in pitch. “He also told me you didn’t mean it~”

Akutagawa was going to kill the weretiger one day. A slow, torturous, painful death. But in the meantime, he had to find a way out of this predicament.

“Dahahahahahazai…!”

15) Lee Atsushi, Ler Dazai

“Oooooh~”

“Dazai, cut it out.”

“Oooooooh!”

“Dazai!” Atsushi snapped, then sighed heavily as he turned to face his boss. The brunette was goofing off, as usual – not taking anything seriously enough. Then again, he’d never let the team down before…

Dazai laughed. “I’m sorry, it’s just that this hallway is so echo-y. It’s so much fun to – ooooooh!”

Atsushi hated to admit that if he hadn’t been standing right here, he’d have been scared out of his mind at the noises his coworker was making. “This place isn’t rumored to be haunted, you know. Why are you doing that?”

“It isn’t?” Dazai seemed genuinely surprised, but then he shrugged. “Well, it’s still fun.” Then his eyes lit up and he snapped his fingers. “Hey!”

“No.”

“You don’t even know what I was—”

Atsushi waved a hand at him. “It doesn’t matter. It’s a bad idea, and the answer is no.”

Dazai hummed. “You’re acting cocky today, aren’t you? I thought I was your boss.”

“Well, act like one and maybe I’ll take you seriously!” Atsushi let the retort hang for a moment, but then he winced and turned around. Dazai had stopped walking. “I’m sorry, that was…harsh. I do respect you as my superior – I hope you know that.”

The older detective regarded him in a detached way that Atsushi hated. He’d seen it before; he knew it never led to anything good.

“As I was saying,” the brunette murmured in a more serious voice, “I have an idea.”

“Y-You do? What is it?”

“You said this place wasn’t rumored to be haunted?”

“…no…”

“Let’s change that.” Dazai beamed suddenly, his cold façade fading away as he lunged. “Come here, Atsushi!”

Atsushi squealed and turned to run, but it was already too late. Dazai was quick when he wanted to be, and his arms were wrapped around the younger man’s midsection before he could take two steps. “W-Wait, no! Lemme go – Dahahahahahazai!”

Dazai giggled along with him. “Come on, Atsushi, you have to scream to convince people this place is terrifying~”

“You’re teheheheherrifying – AIIEEEEEK!!”

“There! Just like that.”

Atsushi screeched and thrashed in his boss’ arms as he dug a finger into his belly button – a spot that always got him screaming and laughing in no time. “NOHOHOHOHOHO DAHAHAHAZAIIII!!”

After that, rumors began to circulate amongst the locals that the place may be haunted after all…

16) Lee Atsushi, Ler Akutagawa

Atsushi found himself – as he often did – running for his life.

Sharp blades made of fabric pierced the air around him, but none actually managed to catch him thanks to his catlike reflexes.

It was definitely his tiger – Akutagawa wasn’t going easy on him. Not at all. He would never.

“This is pointless, weretiger,” Aku said boredly, using his ability to chase after him without having to sprint himself. “I’ll catch you. You know I will.”

“Not this time!”

Atsushi darted into an empty alley that would lead him out into a park on the other side – an open, public area that Aku would never dare attack him in.

Unfortunately, that was the moment his pursuer chose to get serious.

Atsushi was caught within seconds of entering the alley, his arms and legs strung up by Rashomon. He struggled, but it was useless and he knew it. By the time Akutagawa walked into his view, he was already giggling.

“D-Don’t,” he begged as Akutagawa drew closer, smirking triumphantly.

“If you didn’t want this, you wouldn’t have tickled me into a coughing fit first.”

“I’m sorry about that! I didn’t mean—!”

“I know.” Akutagawa stopped directly in front of him, pulling his hands out of his pockets. “Prepare yourself, weretiger. Your nightmare has arrived.”

Atsushi laughed. “That’s the cheesiest villain line – ah! Ahahahahaha, wahahahahahait! No! Plehehehehehease, Aku!”

“Silence.” Akutagawa’s ability snaked around Atsushi’s mouth to quiet him. The younger man’s eyes went wide in elated panic. “Much better.” Then the darker man grinned, giving himself away as he scribbled gently but ruthlessly along his partner’s ribs and sides. “Don’t worry. Even though you can’t speak, I’ll know when you’re begging me with your eyes. That will suffice this time. After all…”

The mafioso leaned in close, so close their lips would have touched if not for the cloth around Atsushi’s mouth. He smiled.

“You don’t want anyone to find you like this, do you? I’m the only one who gets to do this to you.”

Atsushi would have agreed with him if he weren’t busy laughing his heart out.

17) Lee Chuuya, Ler Dazai

“Dazai!” Chuuya’s voice was shrill as he ducked away from his partner and darted around the back of the couch, eyes wide. “Keep that thing away from me!”

Dazai grinned and twirled the purple feather in his hand playfully. “What are you so worked up about? It’s just the feather that fell out of your hat last week.”

“Why do you still have it?!” Chuuya demanded, eyes laser focused on the innocent item. “I swore I threw it away!”

“Why waste such a perfectly good feather?” Dazai’s smile became wicked. “Especially when I can use it to tickle you to tears~”

Chuuya cursed, then screeched when the detective lunged over the couch to chase after him. He bolted into the kitchen and tore up the stairs that would lead him to their room. If he could just get inside, he could lock the door and then figure something out—

“Gotcha!” Dazai cried triumphantly as he latched an arm around Chuuya’s chest, pulling him back down the stairs. The redhead yelled and struggled, but there was no getting away when his partner really had his mind set on something.

Chuuya found himself tossed onto the couch with Dazai looming over him within a minute.

“Waitwaitwait!”

“Hold still, Chuuya,” Dazai chuckled. “It’ll only tickle a little.”

“That’s a lie you son of a – nohohohohohoooo!”

Chuuya tossed his head back and laughed when Dazai slipped the feather under his shirt to wiggle along the skin of his belly and sides. The poor redhead was in hysterics in seconds, squirming and kicking to no avail.

“You’re the most feather ticklish person I’ve ever met in my life,” the brunette cooed as he fought off Chuuya’s hands with his free one. “It’s so cute!”

“I’m nohohohohohohot cute!”

“You are! Look how much you’re laughing, and I’m barely touching you~”

“Plehehehehehehease!” Chuuya begged, laughter growing in pitch when Dazai managed to snatch his wrists and hold them out of the way while dipping the feather into his belly button. He bucked and screamed, “Shit! Plehehehehehehease, dohohohohohohon’t! It’s too muhuhuhuhuhuch!”

“Tickle, tickle, tickle~ Uh-oh, am I making you blush now? You’re turning as pink as a cherry blossom, chibi~”

“I hahahahahahahate you, you bahahahahahastard!” Chuuya wheezed, letting out another wail of distress when the feather wiggled up to his ribs. “Nohohohohohohoho!”

“Oh, Chuuya~” Dazai sighed dreamily, a genuinely fond smile gracing his features as his lover lost his mind laughing beneath him. “How can I ever stop when you’re being so adorable?”

18) Lee Chuuya, Ler Dazai

Chuuya was used to Dazai’s depressive moods. He had them fairly often; he’d slink away into their bedroom to sulk or sometimes go on a really long walk that made the redhead worry until he finally came back through the door at some ungodly hour of the morning.

But this…this was different, somehow.

“Yo, Dazai,” Chuuya said, snapping his fingers to get his partner’s attention. “I need a drink. Let’s go to a bar.”

Usually Dazai would indulge him, even if he wasn’t really up to it. And then he’d drink too much and Chuuya would have to drag him home and—

“Not today, chibi,” Dazai replied. He offered a sad smile – definitely not like him – and said, “but you can go if you want.”

Chuuya frowned. “The hell is wrong with you? You always want to go out with me, even when you’re depressed.”

Dazai’s answering silence was all Chuuya needed to realize something was really wrong this time.

“Hey…what’s up?” he asked, sitting beside him on the couch. “You really don’t seem right.”

The detective took in a deep breath and let it out slowly, looking up at the ceiling as though recalling some long-lost memory.

“It was today.”

The redhead blinked at him. He frowned. Then the words sank in, and he gasped.

He didn’t know much about the friend Dazai had lost years before – the catalyst to his leaving the mafia – but he knew how important said friend had been, how it had torn Dazai up to lose him, and today was…

“Shit, I’m…I’m sorry. I didn’t know it was today.” Chuuya coughed awkwardly. “Um…is there…anything you need? Anything I can do?”

Dazai started to shake his head, but then he stopped, and for a moment the mafioso felt a glimmer of hope. There was something he could do!

But then he saw the gleam in his partner’s eyes and regretted everything.

“Can I tickle you, chibi?” the detective asked.

Chuuya shivered and scooted away from him slightly. “The hell? What will that do? You’re just messing with—”

“I love making you laugh,” Dazai said softly, genuinely. “It always lifts my spirits.”

Chuuya closed his eyes. He took a deep breath. Let it out in a huff as he tossed his hat to the floor in preparation. “Fine, you freak. On one condition.”

Dazai was already crawling on top of him. “Yes?”

“S-Stay away from my thighs, okay?” Chuuya stammered, blushing at how excited Dazai looked now, how his mood had flipped entirely just because he was willing to help him in this way. “Please – anywhere else but there.”

The detective was smiling, nodding, and fingers were suddenly in Chuuya’s ribs, making him choke on startled giggles and squirm and whine. He couldn’t believe he was doing this. Why was he doing this?

Dazai squeezed his hips, and Chuuya bucked and let out a shriek, and his partner’s eyes lit up like a fireworks show and oh.

That was why.

It was worth it to watch the ghosts of Dazai’s past leave him in peace, if only for the moment.

19) Lee Poe, Ler Ranpo

It was a dark and stormy night…

No, no! Poe scratched out the line with his pen, shaking his head at himself. He was letting the real world influence his writing again; he really needed to learn to be more original. He’d never stump Ranpo if he kept up with clichés like that.

A bolt of lightning lit up the office, followed by a crash of thunder that made Poe jump even though he was expecting it.

“What are you doing here so late?”

Poe jumped again, this time letting out a yelp as he spun around to see Ranpo hovering in the doorway with a curious look on his face.

“Ah! You scared me,” Poe muttered, turning back to his paper. “I’m writing. Or trying to, anyway.”

“Something new?”

“Yes.”

“Are you going to stump me this time?”

Poe clenched his fist over his paper determinedly, staring at the one line he’d written – the one he’d crossed out.

“Damn right I will.”

“Good!” Ranpo said enthusiastically, making his way across the room to him as another bolt of lightning lit up the space. “It’s about time.”

Poe realized the detective’s intentions a split second too late. He glanced up just in time to see Ranpo’s eyes scanning the words he’d written and crossed out, shooting his arm out to cover up after they’d already been consumed.

“The storm is influencing you, I see.” Ranpo grinned at him. “Maybe I can influence you, too.”

“You influence me all the time,” Poe muttered, then slapped a hand over his mouth, horrified with himself for saying that out loud.

Ranpo looked shocked at first, then flattered, then amused. “Wanna say that again, Poe?”

“No!”

“Aww, come on~” Ranpo poked his ribs. “I wanna hear you say it louder~”

Poe jolted and slapped his hand back over his mouth to muffle his giggle, swatting at Ranpo with the other.

That was a mistake.

“Holding out on me, huh?”

In the next moment, Poe found himself trapped in his own seat as Ranpo hugged him from behind the back of the chair, digging his fingers into his ribs and teasing, “Come on, I wanna hear it again! Say it again, Poe! Come onnnn~”

Poe couldn’t help but let his laughter slip out of him as he frantically grasped Ranpo’s arms, kicking his legs uselessly in reaction to the ticklish sensations shooting through his body. “Ahahahaha nohohohoho! Ranpohohohoho!”

“Say itttt~”

“Okahahahahay, okay!” Poe squealed, slapping the table with one hand while digging his fingernails into the detective’s arm with the other. “You infuhuhuhuhuence me all the tihihihihihime, you mehehehehenace!”

Ranpo – much to Poe’s dismay – did not stop tickling. “Hmm…I don’t recall the ‘menace’ part being in the original text…”

Poe ended up laughing himself silly until the thunderstorm outside fizzled away into the dark.

20) Lee Dazai, Ler Chuuya

“Okay, okay, I’m done,” Dazai said after a while of tickling Chuuya. He’d ditched the feather about halfway through, but it didn’t matter. He’d still turned the redhead into a laughing, screaming mess.

Chuuya gasped for breath and blinked back mirthful tears. He swatted Dazai’s hand away when he reached out to brush his hair. “Back off…you bastard…”

Dazai smiled and got up without a word. For a moment Chuuya was a little hurt, thinking he’d just left, but a minute later he returned with a glass of water.

“Drink up. Slowly,” the detective teased him.

Chuuya sat up with a groan and took the water with a muttered “thanks.” After a couple of minutes of catching his breath, he set the glass on a coaster on the coffee table and let out a sigh. “Throw that feather away.”

Dazai laughed. “Yes, Chuuya~”

“Don’t patronize me.”

“Yes, Chuuya~”

The redhead turned to give him a scathing look, then spotted the feather on the ground behind his partner. He suppressed a shudder as he changed tactics and said, “Actually, let me see that thing. I might be able to reattach it.”

“Ooh, does chibi want a reminder of this moment every time he wears his hat?” Dazai chuckled, but he retrieved the item in question dutifully.

Chuuya took it and pretended to contemplate it briefly.

Then he shoved Dazai back onto the couch and wiggled the strands of it against the detective’s neck.

“Aieeehehehehehehehehe! Chuuhuhuhuhuhuuyaaaa!” Dazai squealed, bursting into high-pitched giggles.

“If you’re going to tease me with this wretched thing, you’d better be prepared to take what you dish out, Dazai.” Chuuya grinned as he managed to pin first one arm, then the other while wiggling the feather along his partner’s neck and ears, and even a little further to his collarbone.

“I cahahahahahan ahahahahalways tahahahahahake it, chihihihihihibi~”

Chuuya growled, but he couldn’t help his smile. “Oh, no, Dazai. I want to hear you say my name when I’m tickling you like this, got it?”

Dazai blushed, but still managed to stick his tongue out in the midst of his snickering.

The mafioso ditched the feather and shoved his hands up under the detective’s arms.

Dazai tossed his head back and screeched with laughter, kicking and squirming and – eventually – yelling Chuuya’s name as he pleaded for mercy.

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the ballad of songbirds & snakes (novel) sentence starters.

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‘ it’s practically a holiday! ’

‘ stop worrying. ’

‘ puncture wounds never bleed long. ’

‘ i was trying for respectful yet celebratory. ’

‘ always an honor to be of service. ’

‘ it’s a new law. ’

‘ you all right? you just went white as a sheet. ’

‘ i saw a snake! ’

‘ did she kill her? ’

‘ don’t cry. ’

‘ nothing you can take from me was ever worth keeping. ’

‘ you can kiss my ass & then keep on walking. ’

‘ my friends call me [name]; i hope you will too! ’

‘ no one would know better than i. ’

‘ if it was me, anything you could do to make me feel like you cared about me would go a long way. ’

‘ tastes like bedtime. ’

‘ you look like you shouldn’t be here. ’

‘ ah, a rebel. ’

‘ i do my best to take care of you. ’

‘ they never found out who did it. ’

‘ i might need him. ’

‘ own it. ’

‘ would you care to meet a few of my neighbors? ’

‘ i brought along a friend of mine today. ’

‘ that snake was a particular friend of mine. ’

‘ polka dots always make me feel happy. ’

‘ after i heard you sing, i couldn’t keep away. ’

‘ you’re not allowed in there. ’

‘ i’ve got a good feeling about this one. ’

‘ i have a great many things to learn. ’

‘ none of them trust me. ’

‘ are those sandwiches for anybody? ’

‘ now it’s like a picnic. ’

‘ i was thinking it might be a good idea for you to sing again. ’

‘ i do so love to sing. ’

‘ birds in the heavens know i love you. ’

‘ thanks for stepping up. ’

‘ that seems like an odd pastime. ’

‘ i’m so blameless i’m choking on it. ’

‘ she’s a wily little thing who began to manipulate you the minute you met. ’

‘ [name], you need to get more sleep. ’

‘ human beings may not be perfect, but we’re better than that. ’

‘ most of us don’t want to watch other people suffer. ’

‘ i make my living entertaining people. ’

‘ i’ll sing you a few bars backstage. ’

‘ did you write that song yourself? ’

‘ none of them can hold a candle to you. ’

‘ she’s playing with fire there. ’

‘ i couldn’t save her. i couldn’t stop the blood. ’

‘ working kept me from freaking out. ’

‘ will she die? ’

‘ you must hate me. you should. i would hate me. ’

‘ don’t leave me to go through this alone! ’

‘ my condolences on the loss of your friend. ’

‘ it’s a difficult day for all of us. ’

‘ i can’t eat today. ’

‘ you’re quite the rebel. ’

‘ enjoy the show! ’

‘ i like your voice. ’

‘ she saved my life, i think. ’

‘ it’s just the kind of story that catches fire. ’

‘ it’s not safe. ’

‘ we’re not safe! ’

‘ you could start by thinking i can actually win. ’

‘ we think of a strategy. ’

‘ you find me a guitar? ’

‘ there’s an empty seat by me. ’

‘ i thought the war was over. ’

‘ it’s not immoral to defend ourselves. ’

‘ i trust your girl. ’

‘ when i was a girl, i fell into your arms. ’

‘ you stole & you gambled & i said you should. ’

‘ just let me remind you who i am to you. ’

‘ for when the bell rings, lover, you’re on your own. ’

‘ now what will you do when i go to my grave? ’

‘ new song? ’

‘ she is a performer, after all. ’

‘ people love a good love song. ’

‘ people are fools. ’

‘ there are a lot of romantics. ’

‘ i loved how it proved me right. ’

‘ i come bearing gifts. ’

‘ i feel more hopeful in the daytime, but when it gets dark, i get so afraid. ’

‘ take me with you. ’

‘ the only boy my heart has a sweet spot for now is you. ’

‘ it will be over quickly. ’

‘ we’re all a mess. ’

‘ you’re monsters! all of you! ’

‘ things will pick up. they have to. ’

‘ i almost feel sorry for him. ’

‘ doesn’t look so tough to me. ’

‘ is the whole city up? ’

‘ i need to stop causing you trouble. ’

‘ what makes you think i could do that? ’

‘ thanks for having our backs! ’

‘ i can walk, no thanks to you! ’

‘ i think i underestimated how much they hate us. ’

‘ i wanted them dead. i wanted every one of them dead. ’

‘ chaos happens. what else is there to say? ’

‘ oh, don’t let him die alone. ’

‘ he declined to comment. ’

‘ you’re heartless. ’

‘ the only thing you are is brave. ’

‘ she’s smarter than she looks. ’

‘ why haven’t you made this public? ’

‘ this is a surprisingly warm welcome for the person who almost destroyed you! ’

‘ some girl will be singing. ’

‘ i should’ve warned you about the birds. ’

‘ kill two birds with one stone. ’

‘ sometimes hungry people need music the most. ’

‘ do you like sweets? ’

‘ you made your choice. ’

‘ just spending some time with my girl. ’

‘ you’re mine & i’m yours. it’s written in the stars. ’

‘ he’s a liar & a louse. ’

‘ this is the price they pay. ’

‘ we’ll just perch here until they shoo us off. ’

‘ i hate to think of them caged up, when they’ve had a taste of freedom. ’

‘ sounds like torture, having someone controlling your voice like that. ’

‘ do you always feel free to speak your mind, [name]? ’

‘ i think you should say what you think. ’

‘ it’s a mystery, sweetheart. just like me. ’

‘ that’s why it’s my song. ’

‘ snakes like it there. ’

‘ maybe my freedom is worth the risk. ’

‘ trust is important. ’

‘ i think trust is more important than love. ’

‘ i love all kinds of things i don’t trust. ’

‘ i trust you, though. ’

‘ [name] feeds on sweet. ’

‘ you been with her, that’s what i’ve heard. ’

‘ i’ll sell you for a song. ’

‘ thought we agreed this was between us. ’

‘ she’s my girl. ’

‘ we’ve got no quarrel with you. ’

‘ always keep that last bullet somewhere safe. ’

‘ you were never here. ’

‘ you’re pure as the driven snow. ’

‘ i told you to run so we'd both be free. ’

‘ no stranger would it be if we met up at midnight in the hanging tree. ’

‘ i’ll miss the music & my pretty birds. ’

‘ i think there’s a natural goodness born into us all. you can either cross that line into evil or not. but it’s our life's work to stay on the right side of that line. ’

‘ you said you killed three people this summer. ’

‘ i killed the old me to come with you. ’

‘ i’m not made of sugar. ’

‘ it’s not too late to work something out. ’

‘ our essential nature is violent. ’

‘ your little songbird. was she sad to see you go? ’

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