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Perspective's Sentence Starters; SOUR by Olivia Rodrigo (Part II)

ENOUGH FOR YOU

I wore makeup when we dated 'cause I thought you'd like me more.

Tried so hard to be everything that you liked.

I knew how you took your coffee and your favorite songs by heart.

I read all of your self-help books so you'd think that I was smart.

Stupid, emotional, obsessive little me.

I knew from the start this is exactly how you'd leave.

You found someonе more exciting, the nеxt second, you were gone.

You left me there cryin', wonderin' what I did wrong.

You always say I'm never satisfied, but I don't think that's true

All I ever wanted was to be enough for you.

Maybe I'm just not as interesting as the girls you had before.

You couldn't have cared less about someone who loved you more.

I'd say you broke my heart, but you broke much more than that,

I don't want your sympathy.

I just want myself back.

Don't you think I loved you too much to be used and discarded?

Don't you think I loved you too much to think I deserve nothing?

Don't tell me you're sorry.

Feel sorry for yourself.

Someday, I'll be everything to somebody else.

You'll be the one who's crying.

You say I'm never satisfied, but that's not me, it's you.

I don't think anything could ever be enough for you.

Nothing's enough for you.

HAPPIER

We broke up a month ago.

You know I know you've moved on, found someone new.

One more girl who brings out the better in you.

I thought my heart was detached.

Does she mean you forgot about me?

I hope you're happy, but not like how you were with me.

I'm selfish, I know.

I can't let you go

So find someone great, but don't find no one better.

I hope you're happy, but don't be happier.

Do you tell her she's the most beautiful girl you've ever seen?

An eternal love bullshit you know you'll never mean.

Remember when I believed you meant it when you said it first to me?

But she's beautiful, she looks kind.

She probably gives you butterflies.

I wish you all the best, really.

Say you love her, baby, just not like you loved me.

Think of me fondly when your hands are on her.

JEALOUSY, JEALOUSY

I kinda wanna throw my phone across the room.

All I see are girls too good to be true.

Wish I didn't care.

I know their beauty's not my lack.

It feels like that weight is on my back.

I can't let it go.

Comparison is killin' me slowly.

I think I think too much. 'bout kids who don't know me.

I'm so sick of myself

I'd rather be anyone else.

My jealousy started followin' me.

I see everyone gettin' all the things I want.

I'm happy for them, but then again, I'm not.

Oh god, I sound crazy.

Their win is not my loss.

I can't help gettin' caught up in it all.

All your friends are so cool.

Got a pretty face, a pretty boyfriend, too.

I wanna be you so bad and I don't even know you.

All I see is what I should be.

I'm losin' it.

FAVORITE CRIME

Know that I loved you so bad I let you treat me like that.

I was your willing accomplice, honey.

I watched as you fled the scene.

One heart broke, four hands bloody.

The things I did just so I could call you mine.

Well, I hope I was your favorite crime.

You used me as an alibi?

I crossed my heart as you crossed the line.

I defended you to all my friends.

Now every time a siren sounds, I wondеr if you're around.

You know that I'd do it all again.

It's bittersweet to think about the damage that we'd do.

I was goin' down, but I was doin' it with you.

I say that I hate you with a smile on my face.

Oh, look what we became.

Baby, you were mine

HOPE UR OK

I knew a boy once when I was small.

He played the drum in the marching band.

His parents cared more about the Bible than being good to their own child.

He wore long sleeves 'cause of his dad.

Somehow, we fell out of touch.

Hope he took his bad deal and made a royal flush.

Don't know if I'll see you again someday.

If you're out there, I hope that you're okay.

She raised her brothers on hеr own.

Her parents hated who shе loved.

She couldn't wait to go to college.

She was tired 'cause she was brought into a world where family was merely blood.

Does she know how proud I am she was created?

We don't talk much, but I just gotta say.

I miss you and I hope that you're okay.

Address the letters to the holes in my butterfly wings.

Nothing's forever.

Nothing is as good as it seems

I hope you know how proud I am you were created with the courage to unlearn all of their hatred.

But, god, I hope that you're happier today.

I love you.

I hope that you're okay.

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Smoke Signals

Chapter Two - Dainty

W/C: 4.6K

Eddie x Fem reader - Grumpy!Bartender!Eddie x Shy!Reader

You need a job, The Bourbon needs a server. The math is there but the owner won't acknowledge it. How will you win over such a crabby man that only sees you as a gnat forcing its way into his space?

A/N: The response I received on the first part fic was so unexpected but I'm so glad everyone liked it!! I can't wait to get deeper into this story

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I’m sorry for running out so fast yesterday.

No.  Too forward.

I think we got off on the wrong foot, by we I mean me.

No, not sincere enough.

I just wanted to apologize for leaving so abruptly—

“Excuse me, dear?”

Your train of thought was dissolved within seconds as you turned your focus to the older gentleman that had called for your attention.  A hum in place of an answer as your brows raised expectantly but ever so friendly awaited his follow up question.

“Can I just squeeze past you to grab that jar of peaches?”  He asks, wrinkles around his eyes upturned in perfect harmony with his smile.

“Of course.  Yes!”  Panicked, you rush to the other side of the aisle, the older man waving you off, insisting that it was ‘quite alright’ while he reached for his beloved peaches.

You’d been bouncing back and forth, up and down between several opening statements to provide Donnie, a sour taste left in your own mouth at the way you left her hanging the day before when she was merely being kind to you.  It was something you couldn’t stop, the anxiety eating away at your flesh like bacteria from the fact that you could’ve caused someone to be less than satisfied with their interaction with you, as if you were some kind of service.  People pleasing was a disease.

Sometimes the affected party was blind to its symptoms, oblivious to the way their illness consumed them.  And that’s why you found yourself purchasing a single pack of gum, eyes large and sorrowful before you were even next in line.  Various ways to get the point across were mentally rehearsed and the closer you got to the register, the more you focused on one singular sentence, clinging onto the desire to not stutter or mess it up.  

“Hey you’re back!”  Donnie greets.  “Thought for sure we’d scare you off by now.”

With a wince, you hand her your pathetic excuse of a conversation starter, a pack of spearmint gum with your trembling hand.  If she notices she doesn’t bring attention to it, instead she gracefully takes the pack and rings you up. 

“N-no, no.  I don’t scare that easily.”  You try to convince yourself more than her.

You note that the shop is nearly empty once again just after a handful of customers had done their shopping and went on with their day.  A few patrons still linger, carefully picking out each item from their weekly grocery list; however, you wouldn’t know they were there if not for the squeak of their carts every few feet as they inched forward.

“Could’ve fooled me.”  Donnie respectfully hands back the gum in exchange for your cash.  A crinkled five that had seen better days.

For a moment you debate fleeing once again, nerves tingling and breathing becoming shallow before internally reprimanding yourself.  You can cry all you damn well please in private but right now you need to stand up to the little voice in your head.  “Yeah.  Um, I just–I wanted to say I’m sorry for running out so suddenly like that.”  It didn’t come out as smooth as you’d planned but you’re hoping it came across as sincere enough.  If you could at least look forward to a friendly face at the supermarket every week, well it would be a win.

“Honey, I don’t get offended easily and it seemed like you had places to be.”  She waves a dismissive hand in the air at your apology, not unkindly, more so letting you know you didn’t need to be so formal with her.  And yet you couldn’t help yourself, an unwanted backstory spilling from your lips almost like second nature.  Excuses plucked from the top of your brain.

“I didn’t–I didn’t mean to leave and just not introduce myself.  I just got caught up, with moving and all–”

“You don’t owe me an explanation.  Just your name and we’ll call it good.”  A genuine smile stretches across her face, contagious enough that your lips tug upward as well as you offer your name, a proper introduction this time.

Your shoulders relax ever so slightly, not fully letting your guard down but no longer feeling the need to tense every muscle in your body.  It’s then that you realize that this is the only grocery store that you ever found visually appealing, with its darker toned walls and red checkered floors, the lighting not being so fluorescent and in your face, a bit dim even.  Which for some may be a flaw but for you it was perfect.  You don’t feel so exposed and couldn't be perceived so clearly, the ideal cocktail of a situation for someone so socially anxious.

“I, um, I saw your sign.”  You gesture to the letters reading ‘help wanted’ posted against the window.  If you could land a decent job then maybe living wouldn’t feel so terrifying.  Then again, several things would come into factor other than just your means of income.  

Donnie’s expression turns empathetic and you can feel your breath hitch in anticipation for a brutal rejection.  To be told that you had it all wrong, that you were too unprofessional and too meek and that your help was most definitely not wanted here, that you shouldn’t have even stepped foot in this town to begin with.  The five stages of grief practically take over in mourning over the loss of a potential job.

“I’m real sorry but we already filled the position.  Tom was supposed to take that down around two weeks ago.”  She sounds irritated at the mention of what you assumed to be her coworker.  “Can’t rely on anyone.”  She sighs, striding over to the window and pulling the sign from its temporary home only to abandon it behind the shelf that displayed several boxes of cigarettes.  

“Oh I’m–”

Before you can even begin to apologize for something completely out of your control, Donnie’s eyes light up at something, or rather, someone behind you.

“Hey, Ed!  Isn’t The Bourbon hiring?”

All she receives in return is silence and when you dare to peek over your shoulder behind you, you briefly meet the eyes of the neighbor you had the displeasure of running into twice the day before.  Today he fronts with a black leather jacket and the same black jeans with rips in the knees.  The only thing noticeably different is the chain now dangling at his side and the band shirt you’re unable to read, the letters obscured from your view.  Oh, and a few chunky rings decorating his hand that should make him look tacky as hell but somehow they pull the look together.  

“I dunno, who’s asking?”  He counters, brow raised as he glances at you once more.  You’d barely even spoken a few words to the guy and he was acting as if you committed the most heinous act against him.

“Ed.”  Donnie warns.

“Don, she wouldn’t last a day.”

You were beginning to think that this so-called ‘Ed’ was going to turn into an issue…fast.  Who was he to judge a stranger who he knew absolutely nothing about.  His audacity startled you and while you should step in and defend yourself, you can’t bring yourself to do it, tongue tied in every literal sense, words caught in the back of your throat like they were physical refrigerator magnets lodged in place.

“You don’t know that!”  She grins at him, a grin that silently says ‘watch it’.  “Honey, you got any work experience?”  Attention shifting to you, you felt as if you were burdening two people who had everything figured out in their quaint little lives, guilt plaguing your mind at the fact that you’d shaken things up between what seemed to be good friends or maybe even just well acquainted individuals.

“I–uh–yes.  Yes, I’ve worked at the–at the library and-and–”

“The library?”  Ed questions.  You didn’t dare answer, knowing very well he wasn’t seeking a response.  “What good would that do me in a bar?”

“Well I–”

“Think The Bourbon’s too rowdy for someone like you.”  He continues, only fueling your inner rage as well as pricking the embarrassment that held a permanent home within you, your cheeks flushing hot and palms becoming clammy.

“I’ve also worked at a diner.  Back home.”  Somehow you find a voice, one that isn’t shaky and timid but rather more calm and collected regardless of the absolute fear that pounded in your heart.  

Both Donnie and Ed stare, seconds passing that only feel like lightyears.  Ed still seems bored beyond comprehension, opening and shutting his wallet as he narrows his big brown eyes.  You aren’t sure what to do next, if you should make a dramatic exit once again or continue proving yourself to some stranger who had no business even making you do such a thing in the first place.

“A diner.”  

He says it like a statement rather than a question, as if to mock and discredit you.  

Tears are not an option, tears are not an option.  

“See she’s got experience!”  Donnie attempts to mend the situation, acting as an unofficial moderator.

“Don, no offense but I came here to buy the usual, not recruit.”  Some cash is slapped onto the counter, his patience clearly wearing thin by the way he begs with his eyes.  Donnie’s tolerance appears to be at a dangerously low level based on the glare she forces upon him.  You were beyond unprepared to witness a standoff in the middle of the supermarket at 5:00 PM on a Wednesday.

“Thought you were desperate for a server.”

There’s some bite behind her words, focus never wavering, the two seeming to have a telepathic conversation right before your eyes until Ed breaks the stillness in the air.

“Not in the slightest.  Can I have my shit now?”

Donnie’s sigh lets you know Ed has won and in the process, drained her energy.  Reluctantly, she snatches the cash from the counter and opens the register before grabbing a pack of cigarettes from the shelf behind her and handing them to him along with his change, an unfriendly exchange.  It doesn’t seem to bother him as he clutches the cash and the pack in his hand, not even sparing you another glance on his way out.

Clearing your throat, you pull Donnie’s attention away from the insufferable man now making his way down the cobblestone sidewalk outside.  “It’s okay.  I’m sure other places are hiring.”  

She rolls her eyes and you know it’s not meant for you but you can’t shake the paranoia that screams that she might be fed up with you as well.  “Don’t mind Eddie.  He acts like a hardass but he’ll come around.”

So his name is Eddie.  You only nod in response, unsure of where to steer the conversation from here.

“He’s like a scary dog.  He’ll roll over for the right people.  So if he doesn’t take to you, don’t take it personally.”  She advises.

“Yeah.”  You whisper.  

You were so going to take it personally.

–

As it turns out, no one in Knife’s Edge was hiring, not a single soul seeking a random girl from out of town who urgently needed a job.  Not that you could blame them, they had it all figured out.  Many of the shops were owned by families thus being run by said families and not requiring the additional expense that would come with hiring another person.  And those that did seem to hire outside of their family had already filled in every necessary position.  

Play stupid games, win stupid prizes.  This is what you get for uprooting your life and sticking it somewhere it probably didn’t belong.

And now you were moping along the cobblestone, trying to figure out how to pay the bills, working out how much of your savings you could survive off of until you’d run out.  Then The Bourbon came into view.  Almost like it wanted you to see it, the beaming red lights spelling out its name specifically for you to see.  Mainly because it was the only place you knew to be hiring despite what Ed–or–Eddie–whatever his name was, had said in his unpleasant remarks from earlier.  It seemed to be your only shot at employment.

The bar had a few neon signs flashing in the window, one being the very obvious ‘open’ sign and then of course one that read ‘happy hour’ with a margarita.  The rest appeared to be different beers they might have on tap.  It didn’t look like anything fancy but didn’t seem like a hole in the wall either.  The exterior was paneled in wood just like almost every other building in the area, giving it a cabin feel without actually being a cabin.

Dread settled in the pit of your stomach from just staring at the place so if you were going to act, it needed to be now, before said dread morphed into pure panic.  This was going to determine your foreseeable future, if you couldn’t land this job then you might as well toss yourself right back down that mountain with no money and no plan, right back to square one.

The door was heavy, built out of metal and a bell ringing just above, notifying any staff and patrons of your presence which you could do without but you had to push yourself.  If they were staring, your gaze was glued to the ground and you didn’t notice, too occupied in rehearsing an improvised script in your head.  Some kind of rock or metal song blasted through the bar and you weren’t sure if it was overstimulating or comforting.  Your initial thought was that for being in a small town, they would be inclined to play country music so it only relieved you that your possible future workplace wouldn’t be subjecting you to the unbearable twang you just couldn’t seem to stand.  You’d endure it when all was said and done but it was appreciated that it was one less nuisance in your life.

It was a standard bar, the atmosphere mellow with dull lighting and a haziness smelling of tobacco swirling throughout the room.  What immediately drew you in was the obvious game of bingo, suddenly shifting what was a designated spot for happy hour and a cheap therapy session with the bartender into a retirement home full of seniors.  A man that looked to be in his fifties sat on a stool on the tiny stage in the corner, calling out numbers, which elicited a few victory yells from those who had obviously been having better luck.  

However odd the scene may be, several senior citizens occupying the tables of a bar at happy hour, business still seemed to be booming considering that it was a weekday.  Aside from the group of elderly yet energetic individuals, there were also what looked to be the regulars perched on their assigned stools at the actual bar.  They paid no mind to the intense game happening behind them, sipping away at their beers and mixed drinks leisurely.

A vacant seat called to you, two more on each side guaranteeing that you could sit comfortably without awkwardly scooting in next to someone and disturbing their possible winding down time, no doubt trying to blow off some steam after work.  That’s why people came to bars, right?  It was lost on you, this wasn’t your scene and if you’re truthful, you’re not even sure you should be here begging for a job in the first place.  That Ed guy clearly didn’t take a liking to you and though you didn’t exactly have any knowledge on his role within The Bourbon, he seemed like he had a say in the day to day operations just based on the tiny snippets of information you picked up on.  Hopefully someone with the same level of authority would be working now and actually respect you as a person enough to at least give you a chance.  

Playing it cool—as cool as one could be with constant nagging thoughts and shot nerves, you decide to plant yourself down on the stool, the worn leather material partially squeaking in protest as you wiggle into a comfortable enough position, setting your bag in your lap and clutching it in paranoia.  A glance from the left to the right and back to the left lets you know that no one seems to mind your presence though you still close in on yourself regardless, taking up the least amount of space possible.

The bartender, a man maybe in his early twenties who had short dark hair seems preoccupied as he shakes a drink while balancing a conversation with another man at the end of the bar, the two laughing every other sentence like old friends.  And so you wait.  Never intentionally draw attention to yourself and never disturb anyone else’s night until you find it polite to chime in when the bartender doesn’t seem as busy.  Even then, he doesn’t hear your small ‘excuse me’ every time he rushes by onto his next task.

A sad little ghost settled among lively customers, you don’t seek pity, only a glance your way so that you could get this over with and either face rejection or anxiously resume the job search.  Though no one seems to bother looking your way, you can’t help the heat traveling to your cheeks in pure humiliation, the fact that you’re the only thing out of place weighing heavily on your mind.  More celebratory howls and yells sound from behind you, the room erupting into laughter shortly after from a joke you didn’t care to understand.  Even a few select chuckles are heard from the men scattered along the bar.

“Do you just not listen?”

A familiar voice breaks through your thoughts, forcing you to peek up from where your focus remained on the bartop, where moments before you’d seemed entranced by the surface.  In reality you were running in circles in your head, hoping to make sense of your current situation.  Through your lashes you saw him.  Ed.  Or Eddie.  You didn’t put much effort into feeling too bad for not remembering his actual name, especially when he’d never even had the decency to ask for yours.  His leather jacket was absent from his torso, now only showing off a plain black t-shirt that also allowed you a view of various tattoos scattered along his arms.  You were first drawn to the faded bats on his forearm before becoming puzzled by what seemed to be some kind of a doodle on his inner bicep, not a very good one at that.  And then you remembered he’d asked you a question.

“I’m not allowed to have a drink?”  You ask innocently.  Genuine innocence.  No sarcasm.  You weren’t brave enough for that.

“Only if you’re not here to also beg for a job.”  He grumbles.  A man a few stools over gestures down for another round and in response, Eddie nods coolly.  With a certain kind of smoothness, he pulls a new glass out before slamming it down on the counter.  “If you are, the answer is still no.”  The way he quickly pours liquor into the shaker seems so effortless, measurements probably burned into his brain that allow for more efficiency on busy nights.

“Can I at least speak to someone in charge?”  You do your best to keep your voice steady and unwavering in the presence of someone with infinitely more confidence than you, his eye contact never breaking.

“You’re lookin’ at him, doll.”

His voice drips with his signature condescending tone, the corner of his mouth pulled up slightly in a smirk.  One that tells you that you’ve hit a dead end. 

“You—oh.”  Like an idiot, you swallowed any words that bubbled in your throat, unable to find it within yourself to at least come up with a snarky comeback.

“We’re not hiring.”

“That-that’s not what Donnie said.”  Lousy.  The argument just seemed to fall from your tongue involuntarily, not much thought put behind it before coming to fruition.  It would only give him more ammo.

His eyes further surveyed you, meticulously analyzing your every move, every twitch of every muscle in your face.  An unwanted spotlight shining on you, revealing every flaw in your approach to the current conversation.  You wanted a job and he wanted nothing to do with you, your last statement only sealing your fate, only giving him more reason to deny your advances.

“Donnie doesn’t work here does she?”  Without expression, he begins expertly shaking his concoction, forearms flexing with the movement.  He was a character, some kind of figment of your imagination.  He had to be.  You’d never encountered someone so standoffish, so ill-tempered, especially toward someone he’d never even met before, already passing judgment on you based on seconds of interaction.

Ignoring his rhetorical question, which came off as more of a deterrent than anything, you pursue a fair conversation, a deserving interview at the very least.  “Listen, I’m a really hard worker and—“

“And a fast learner right?”

The interruption was unwelcomed though you gave no indication that it was, face set in a straight expression as you processed his uncivil personality.  You couldn’t even find it in you to convey shock, your brain malfunctioning upon his words, outdoing himself with every sentence he uttered.

“Well, yes.”

“Of course.  And you can multitask too I bet?”

This wasn’t the interview you were hoping for, this was downright degrading.

“If you would just let me talk.”  You plead, fingers digging into the wood of the bartop.

“Listen, kid.”  The liquid he had been shaking for quite some time is poured into the glass, an amber colored liquor filled to the brim.

Kid?  

If you had the guts you would degrade him right back.  But you were you and you could only sit and take each hit to your fragile mental state with as much grace as possible.  And soon after the tears would come.  Not yet, though.  Not just yet.

“You look like you’re about to cry and you haven’t even been hired.  What makes you think you can handle a full house on a Friday night?”  The drink is topped off with an orange twist and a black cherry before he slides it to its awaiting consumer, not a drop spilling over the edge of the glass, clearly a perfected craft that he was proud of.

When he’s met with silence you gather that he thinks he’s won just by the smug look on his face, barely there but still evident nonetheless.  That little voice inside your head screams at you to keep pushing, keep bugging him until he has to give in.  Even if by pure annoyance.  And although you can feel yourself trembling in terror, something urges you to just gulp down the fear and prod at the arrogant man just beyond the bar.

“I work well under pressure, I’m very organized, I’ll clean on my down time…”  You begin to list off your abilities and if he wanted to stop listening, the way he glared at you wasn’t convincing you that he was going to.

This time his response is delayed rather than the other way around, suddenly at a loss for words as his large eyes take in your sudden change in demeanor.  Your slight assertiveness takes him by surprise, you can tell from his mouth opening and closing like a goldfish.  It’s all a front for you to at least get one foot in the door but as they say, ‘fake it ‘til you make it’.

“No.”  He answers suddenly, sternly.  His disinterest is obvious when he pulls out a rag and starts wiping down the counter, no longer letting his gaze fall on you but instead, the droplets he works vigorously to clean up.

If he wants a fight, then a fight he shall receive. 

“I’m a team player, I’m super reliable, my time is flexible, if you need me in a pinch consider it done–”

“Do you understand social cues?”  

Ouch.  If you had an inflated ego it would’ve surely been destroyed by now but you were already working with close to nothing.

“Yes.”  You reply, not a trace of sarcasm, only an honest answer.

“So I think by now you’d understand.  We.  Are.  Not.  Hiring.”  Each word is enunciated and slathered thickly with bitterness, topped with the intention to send you running like a dog with its tail tucked in between its legs.  

What he doesn’t know is that your soft spoken voice and bashful exterior isn’t all there is to you and that deep down, if you wanted something, you were stubborn and able to manipulate the situation should it be required in the most dire of situations.  Whether it would work on him seeing as he was also just as stubborn, if not more, you weren’t sure yet.

“Are you turning me away because I’m a woman?”  

The pure horror in his eyes almost makes you chuckle because now you know you have the upper hand and had anyone overheard, they would probably question their beloved local bartender’s work ethic.  

“I mean–not that I’m accusing you…”  You were definitely accusing.  “I just don’t see any other women working and–”

It doesn’t have the effect you’re hoping for as he leans toward you, forearms resting on the bar, his eyes returning back to their spiteful nature while he taps his clunky rings against the surface in thought.

“I’m turning you away because you don’t belong in a place like this.  Things can get rough and you’re…too dainty.”  His voice is much more hushed than before but his expression remains serious, without a trace of that stupid smirk.

Dainty?  Dainty.  Noted.

“What–you don’t think a woman can handle–”

“It’s not about you being a woman.”  He seethes.  “It’s about the fact that you are dainty.  Polite.  Shy.  I can’t have that when I’ve got a few drunks refusing to leave at 2:00 AM.”  

“I know when to hold my own.  Especially if it's for a job.”  You attempt to convince him.

“What, so you’re just gonna respectfully tell them to leave, then what?  These guys get out of hand, I can’t be babysitting you, I’ve got a business to run.”  He reasons, straightening his posture, conversation already forgotten as he starts to turn away before you speak up again.

“At least let me prove you wrong before you dismiss me.”  You quietly demand, hands clasped in front of you.  “Think I can handle a group of senior citizens.”  You motion to the intense bingo game still going strong behind you.  

With a roll of his eyes, he seems to ponder his thoughts, bouncing them around in his head.  An exasperated sigh escapes his parted lips while a hand drags down his tired face.  

“One night.  A trial.  If you can handle it, fine.  You’ve got a job.”  He finally declares.  “But if I have to stop what I’m doing to babysit you or you so much as–”

“I’ll find another job.  Promise.”  You nod persuasively, a glimmer in your eyes that he doesn’t miss but quickly ignores.

“Good.  Tomorrow night.  Eight.  And just this one time you can park in the back lot.”

He tries to dismiss himself again but your next question forces him to linger a little bit longer.  He was patient, you’d give him that.

“Wait–what, what’s the dress code?”  You ask sheepishly, a contrast to the business woman you’d molded into just seconds before.

He does a once over, as if to judge your fashion choices but what he ends the conversation with only leads you to think that he favors one word way too much.  

“Casual.  Nothing too dainty.”

~end~

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"Sour" by Olivia Rodrigo Sentence Starters

BRUTAL

"I want it to be, like, messy."

"I think that I'll die before I drink."

"I'm so caught up in the news of who likes me and who hates you."

"They'd all be so disappointed."

"Cause who I am if not exploited?"

"Where's my fucking teenage dream?"

"If someone tells me one more time, 'Enjoy your youth', I'm gonna cry."

"I wish I'd done this before."

"I wish people liked me more."

"All I did was try my best, this the kind of thanks I get?"

"They say these are the golden years, but I wish I could disappear."

"Ego crush is so severe."

"God, it's brutal out here."

"I feel like no one wants me."

"I hate the way I'm perceived."

"Lately, I'm a nervous wreck."

"I love people I don't like."

"Got a broken ego, broken heart."

"God, I don't even know where to start."

TRAITOR

"I played dumb, but I always knew."

"I kept quiet so I could keep you."

"Ain't it funny how you ran to her/him/them the second that we called it quits?"

"You betrayed me, and I know that you'll never feel sorry."

"Loved you at your worst, but that didn't matter."

"Guess you didn't cheat, but you're still a traitor."

"If you were true, there's no damn way that you could fall in love with somebody that quickly."

"Remember I brought her/him/them up and you told me I was paranoid?"

"I wish that you had thought this through before I went and fell in love with you."

DRIVERS LICENSE

"How could I ever love someone else?"

"I know we weren't perfect, but I've never felt this way for no one."

"I just can't imagine how you could be so okay now that I'm gone."

"You said forever, now I drive alone past your street."

"All my friends are tired of hearing how much I miss you."

"I kinda feel sorry for them, cause they'll never know you the way that I do."

"I can't drive past the places we used to go to."

"I still fucking love you, babe."

"You know I still love you, babe."

1 STEP FORWARD, 3 STEPS BACK

"You got me fucked up in the head."

"I hate that I give you power over that kinda stuff."

"It's always one step forward and three steps back."

"I'm the love of your life until I make you mad."

"Do you love me, want me, hate me?"

"Maybe in some masochistic way I kinda find it all exciting."

"Which lover will I get today?"

"Will you walk me to the door or send me home crying?"

"Did I say something wrong?"

"Maybe this is all your fault."

DEJA VU

"When you gonna tell her/him/them that we did that, too?"

"That was our place, I found it first."

"I made the jokes you tell to her/him/them."

"When she's/he's/they're with you, do you get déjà vu?"

"Do you call her/him/them, and almost say my name?"

"I hate to think that I was just your type."

"Don't act like we didn't do that shit, too."

"Everything is all reused."

GOOD 4 U

"Well, good for you, I guess you moved on really easily."

"Remember when you said that you wanted to give me the world?"

"I guess that you've been working on yourself."

"I bet that therapist I found for you, she really helped."

"You're doing great out there without me."

"God, I wish that I could do that."

"I've lost my mind, I've spent the night crying on the floor of my bathroom."

"You're so unaffected, I really don't get it."

"I guess you're getting everything you want."

"It's like we never even happened."

"What the fuck is up with that?"

"It's like you never even met me."

"Remember when you swore to God I was the only person who ever got you?"

"Well, screw that, and screw you."

"You will never have to hurt the way you know that I do."

"Maybe I'm too emotional."

"Your apathy is like a wound in salt."

"Maybe you never cared at all."

ENOUGH FOR YOU

"Tried so hard to be everything that you liked just for you to say you're not the compliment type."

"Stupid, emotional, obsessive little me."

"I knew from the start this is exactly how you'd leave."

"You found someone more exciting, the next second, you were gone."

"You left me there crying, wondering what I did wrong."

"You always say I'm never satisfied, but I don't think that's true."

"All I ever wanted was to be enough for you."

"You couldn't have cared less about someone who loved you more."

"I'd say you broke my heart, but you broke much more than that."

"I don't want your sympathy, I just want myself back."

"Don't you think I loved you too much to be used and discarded?"

"Don't tell me you're sorry, feel sorry for yourself."

"Someday, I'll be everything to somebody else."

"You always say I'm never satisfied, but that's not me, it's you."

"I don't think anything could ever be enough for you."

"Nothing's enough for you."

HAPPIER

"We broke up a month ago."

"Your friends are mine, you know I know."

"You moved on, found someone new."

"I thought my heart was detached from all the sunlight of our past."

"Does she/he/they mean you forgot about me?"

"I hope you're happy, but not like how you were with me."

"I'm selfish, I know, I can't let you go."

"So find someone great, but don't find no one better."

"I hope you're happy, but don't be happier."

"An eternal love bullshit you know you'll never mean."

JEALOUSY, JEALOUSY

"I kinda wanna throw my phone across the room."

"Comparison is killing me slowly."

"I'm so sick of myself."

"I'd rather be anyone else."

"My jealousy started following me."

"I see everyone getting everything I want."

"I'm happy for them, but then again, I'm not."

"Their win is not my loss."

"I can't help getting caught up in it all."

"I wanna be you so bad and I don't even know you."

"All I see is what I should be."

FAVORITE CRIME

"Know that I loved you so bad, I let you treat me like that."

"I was your willing accomplice, honey."

"The things I did just so I could call you mine."

"I hope I was your favorite crime."

"You used me as an alibi."

"I crossed my heart as you crossed the line."

"I defended you to all my friends."

"Every time a siren sounds, I wonder if you're around."

"You know that I'd do it all again."

"It's bittersweet to think about the damage that we'd do."

"I was going down, but I was doing it with you."

"I say that I hate you with a smile on my face."

"Look what we became."

"I hope I was your favorite crime, cause, baby, you were mine."

HOPE UR OK

"Somehow, we fell out of touch."

"Don't know if I'll see you again someday."

"If you're out there, I hope that you're okay."

"We don't talk much, but I just gotta say, I miss you and I hope that you're okay."

"Nothing's forever, nothing's as bad as it seems."

"I hope you know how proud I am you were created with the courage to unlearn all of their hatred."

"I hope that you're happier today."

"I love you, and I hope that you're okay."

[lemmetreatya]

In Memory of Me — Eren x fem!reader

Thank you @flamespond for the idea. A real one tbh. Always know ur gonna match my silliness

word count: 2.7k

content: erens a cocky bastard, f! reader, reader has their ears pierced, alcohol, strong language, anal sex, doggy style, unprotected sex, cumshot, idk eren has an obsession with worm earrings (is it a kink for him? idk)

They were so fucking stupid. Like, stupid, stupid.

So stupid, that Eren finds himself with a soured expression as he looks on at you over the rim of his drink. Because honestly, who even wears something like that to the club? Frickin, worm earrings — those frilly skrunkly looking fellas with the strabismus eyes and wiggly bums.

And he thinks he hates them, which isn’t new because Eren hated a lot of things unprovoked, (Read: paper mache, manholes, Jimmy John’s, character shaped plastic weed grinders and more) but either way, he can’t get himself to hate you — which sucks — because you thought wearing worm earrings to the club was cool.

The skittish laugh you made in the bartender’s direction was no help either. He hates to admit it but you were so good looking, and Eren wishes that you weren’t.

He thinks maybe that way it’d be easier to ignore you with your funky jewellery and move on with his night, but no. No, Eren always had to find a pulling towards the weird ones.

“It’s definitely a creative choice.”

That’s what Eren starts with when he decides to indulge you.

You pause mid-conversation and turn in his direction. The music was cheap and the booze was even cheaper, but giving just about anybody your time of day was expensive.

“Sorry, you talking to me?”

An easy shrug graces Eren’s shoulders as he hops them up and down. You had a daring spunk and he likes that more about you than he hates the worm earrings.

With a coupled bite of his bottom lip and a simmering eye hold, the brunette moves closer within your proxemics.

“Well, I mean unless there’s anyone else wearing obnoxious worm earrings then…”

“Obnoxious?” You repeat.

Eren was fast to agree with your reiterated sentence but it was too late when he realises, along with your irked expression, that maybe using his internal opinions about your consciously chosen earrings for a conversation starter, was warped.

Instantly changing his countenance, Eren reels his expression into a fake pout of remorse. This one usually sealed the deal because Eren seemed to have a very ‘I want to forgive you’ face, or so he’s been told .

“I-I’m sorry. I acknowledge that was real rude of me. Forgive me, I don’t do this often.” He says with a hand over the right side of his chest.

That’s a lie; Eren does this often enough to know that a sleazy apology usually does the trick, but apparently it didn’t land too well tonight.

Your eyes analyse him top to bottom. He’s cute, hot even. That, you won’t deny, but before else you had your integrity to hold. With a curled lipped expression, you slowly turn your head away from the brunette.

“Well, when you do this often enough and figure out how to approach me properly, come again.”

Ohh, shivers.

Eren weirdly liked that. From that alone he knows he wants more and that’s not just because his dick jumped at the assertiveness.

At this point, Eren would decide that his pride and ego were too important to be bruised by a mere Club Pickup and so he’d usually throw a very unfeminist, degrading comment and go along his way. But fuck, it’s you with the stupid worm earrings and heck load of self worth — there’s something about you that makes Eren voluntarily deny himself.

“Don’t think I’m willing to wait that long.”

At his words, you direct back in Eren’s direction with a slow turn. Half of you was surprised that he was still within your vicinity but the other part was intrigued to know what was really making him stay.

“For what?” You slowly enunciate.

Eren gives you a look as if what he was saying was simple. Which it was, but there was just something about the man that made everything he said come out sounding imbecilic.

“To figure out how to approach you of course. I can’t do it with calculations or a trial and error. Look at your earrings for shit's sake, you’re unpredictable.”

The brunette wildly gestures in your vague direction. You also notice a tattoo that curiously peaks out from his neck.

Hm. Hot.

Turning towards him more, you wear an amused expression as you ask:

“And so the approach you’ve gone for now — you think that’s working for you?”

It shuts him down for a bit.

You can see the clogs working slowly behind his wide beryl eyes. Even within the darkened club scene, that feature of his was wildly prominent.

But he’s quick though. He rolled said eyes, as if to feign that the answer was obvious, but you couldn’t help but notice the elysian grin that started to sport his lips.

“Right now, we’re taking ten.” He shrugs. “I’m not tryna pick you up at the moment. Well, I am, but not in the forward, proactive way. I just… they’re so fascinating.”

“Me or the earrings?”

Eren smirks.

“The earrings.”

He knows that’s not the answer you were expecting. It was the answer you knew he was leading to but you hoped that by some warped pick up line, he’d divert his answer to you at the last second. But he didn’t.

You let out a delayed huffed at his honest answer and he knows, then, that he’s got you.

This guy was absolutely tactless. You recall that he said he was thinking of a unique way to approach you, per your unconventionality, but you didn’t think he’d be this push and pull.

Still yet, in a very weird, sadly obnoxious way, it was working. So much so that you’re not sure whether to credit him for his stupidity or ingenuity.

Lightly pressing forwards, Eren made a bold move and decided to poke your arm with his index finger.

“C’mon, I’m not being that unreasonable. They’re unusual for a club setting and you know it. I’ve only ever seen someone wear these once in my life and that was on my boy’s kid cousin’s ears because she gave into peer pressure.”

With a humorous air, you raise your eyebrow at the brunette.

“You think I gave into peer pressure to wear these?”

“Nah, I doubt it.”

Eren seemed to really be thinking hard about this. He searched his eyes over your face, irreligious as his watch lingered over your lips.

“I’d say the next best thing is a dare. Most probably a stupid harmless one between friends, but now that I’m thinking about it, you wear them with too much dignity for it to simply be bad luck.”

Cocking your head to the side, you shuffle closer towards the brunette. You offered him a mulling smile.

“Is it really too hard to believe that I wore them of my own volition?”

Eren reels his head back but he doesn’t stay further away for long. He easily nods before edging closer in your direction. He has an unsure look on his face but he decides to be honest.

“Kinda, yes.” He says with a lower voice.

You weren’t offended. No, you were beyond feeling shameful affinity for worm earrings, but you guess in order to entertain this intrigued individual, you’d pertain to his supposed interest.

“So what, you want my earrings? Tryna fuck them or use them to get off?” You quip. “You can have ‘em if you wannem so bad.”

Eren makes a weirded out expression but he doesn’t move away. Something about him made you keen in his direction. Maybe it was how comfortable he seemed.

“What? Noooo, I don’t wanna fuck your earrings, I’m tryna fuck you! Only reason I stepped up to you in the first place.” He pouts.

You raised your eyebrows at him once again but this time it was accompanied with a smirk. Once he noticed your reception, he quickly returned your expression before continuing, his fingers tinkling at your own.

“Don’t get me wrong, you’re hot as fuck and I’m honestly reeling just thinking about having you underneath me. Only thing is that you just happen to be wearing the most…”

Eren quickly lets his words die at the back of his throat. If it’s one thing he’s learnt tonight, it was to not finish that sentence.

“Yeah.” He finishes.

Your turn your head so that you can side eye him. Jutting out your bottom lip, you thought for a moment.

“So you’re tryna sleep with me?” You said more to yourself than to him but the sentient was as easily reciprocated by him.

Eren flings his head back in a childish manner. Amusing, as he seems more offended at that question than he did when you offered him worm earrings coitus.

“God—I—" He clasps his hands in a fist in front of his face. "What else do you think I’m talking to you for? I’m literally just tryna give you that fuck-you-to-sleep, forget your name type dick, is that really too much to ask for?

You momentarily pause as you look upwards in faux ponder.

“Is that it?" You ask.

Eren nods.

With a neutral expression, your shoulders perk upwards.

"Oh. Then you should have just said.”

“Waaait a minute.”

The way Eren slowly squints his eyes at you makes you snort and then burst into a fit of public appropriate giggles.

He was genuinely such an interesting individual. You did wonder if he was actually this amusing or if he was simply curating his personality so that he could talk to you better. Either way you weren't too concerned; more than him, you too were just seeing this as an opportunity to get fucked silly.

Eren's eyes joyfully follow you as you continue to bend over in laughter, his own lips quirking upwards at the sides.

“It was that easy, huh?” He jokes in disbelief.

“It was that easy. Didn’t have to mention my earrings or nothing.” You quip back, the glowing embers of joy and alcohol evident in the beam on your face.

Eren cocks his head in your direction, his smile also wide. Although you never remember him being this close. He was practically a hand span away from you.

“Well, whaddya know? Looks like I’ve still got it.”

Playfully scoffing, you lightly push his stomach with the palm of your hand. You noted that it was a lot more taut with muscle than you thought it'd be.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself.” You chide as you finally allow your eyes to wonder to the plumpness of his lips.

This was so fucking stupid. Like, stupid, stupid.

Because never in your life did you think a self conceited bastard like Eren would ever fuck this good.

You hated that he knew what he was doing; that he didn't need twenty-one plus questions to figure out your reactive spots, guilty pleasures and favourite positions. He was an expert, a god, at how well he knew how to put his dick into play.

"Gonna...gonna, shit, gonna fuck those silly worm earrings right off you. Gonna really...rock your shit up."

You were way too gone to reply.

Ass up, face down and cock continuously hollowing deep into the canals of your ass, yet Eren still found a way to make this about the worm earrings. You even contemplated taking them off considering how viciously they were whacking your face but you didn't care. Who the fuck was caring about worm earrings when you were getting fucked this good?

Clearly, Eren couldn't relate.

"S-stupid worms...stupid fucking silly worms — God, you're so tight — they're so weird!"

Your orgasm still had space to build up but you wanted to reach it quickly. Lolling your hand down between your thighs, you used two fingers to rub at your clit; to give your tea a little bit of honey, just to speed up the process.

"E-Eren..." You moaned out.

Hearing his name be chanted into his duvet, Eren felt his cock twitch.

"Yeah, that's it. Say my name. Say my name with those...with those worms in your ears. Go on, say it."

"Eren! Eren! E’en."

Your chants caused the male to throw his head bag in agonic pleasure. His grip on your hips got tighter as he used the leverage to continuously pull you back onto his slick cock.

"Just like that. Oh yeah, just like that. You feel so good. So so good, worms 'n' all."

Okay, quite frankly, this was getting ridiculous. Surely he couldn't be for real. Like, you've gathered; he likes to be the centre of attention and has difficulty doing that without a joke, laugh or gag, but surely yet, he'd understand that somethings you just kept separate from each other. Like wriggly worm earrings and getting doggied.

Surging backwards to try and meet Eren's thrust made the brunette let out a groan of pure wanton expression. He took one hand to slap the apple of your ass cheek a few times before hunching over you, his chest flush with your back.

“Want me to come inside you?” He salaciously grunts into your ear.

With an indecent moan, you agree.

“Uh huh. Yeah, wan’ you to…to cum inside me, Ren.”

The brunette placed a kiss to your back and then your shoulder as his cock continuously expanded your puckered hole. He then gingerly changed position from kneeling to having one foot sturdy on the bed before bringing a hand up to caress at one of your earrings.

“Since you asked so nicely.”

Eren’s pace began to quicken but his thrust became sloppier.

You were seriously contemplating whether it was okay to finish this orgasm with worms on your mind or pause and ask Eren to behave, but his next words made you think elsewise.

“Every time you wear these earrings, I want you to be reminded of how good it feels to have my hot cum filling up your asshole. How… shit, how well you take my cock, how stupidly wet your pussy is for me.”

The brunette licked a stripe just behind your earlobe before grinning into your skin.

“Whenever you look at these stupid worms, I want you to feel the urge to hollow your asshole out in memory of me — knowing nothing will be as good as me.”

Like a fizz of electricity, adrenaline surged from every part of your body and focused right within the heart of your cunt. With an explosive cry, your orgasm ripped through your body, your legs wanting to involuntarily close shut.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Eren shoves a few more thrusts into you before he’s stilling flush to your back and spilling warm seed into your ass.

You’re still reeling through your orgasm when he cums, his semen lightly tickling that one gooey spot up your ass. The act causes you to keen — a pretty moan squeezing from your throat as your mouth lays slack atop or Eren’s duvet, a wet patch of dribbled saliva surrounding it.

With weak standing, your knees collapse from underneath you, sending both you and Eren flat on top of his bed.

Still inside you and recovering from his orgasm, Eren lets out a stuffed groan.

“Shit…”

He breathes into your ear. The warmness of it post coitus not so inviting anymore.

“Man, that was something else.”

Your head was still spinning, your body buzzing from the cathartic expression of lust but even in the haze that you were in, you had words for the brunette.

“What the absolute fuck is wrong with you?” You mumble.

“Huh?”

What you said was clear. Eren had heard exactly what you said, but the words sounded so unthreatening for what they were that he had to ask — just in case he was hearing things wrong.

“Did you just ask what the fucks wrong with me?”

You hummed to affirm, using that as your initial answer, but it’s when Eren pinched your back for an answer that you relented.

“Worms? During sex, Eren? Really?!”

“It’s your fault for wearing them. They’re so dumb.”

“And yet you just couldn’t keep them outta ya mouth.” You quickly retort.

Eren didn’t like that. You could tell because he made a stupid huffy noise before quickly propping himself up and pulling out of your ass.

That was fun for neither of you as you both moaned in loss of the warmth.

[scatcrccio]

@loath3d (bedelia) gets a semi-plotted starter.

THE PAST TASTED BITTER, ALMOST SOUR upon the tip of her tongue and in the back of her mind. A constant haunting she couldn't quite run away from. It's what brought her here, to a lecture per Taissa's recommendation. A lecture about being Devoured by the Beast, which meant different things to different people and how to survive it. Maybe not how, exactly, but there were all sorts of different types of survivors that bared the weight of multiple versions of reality and situations. Not that she isn't aware of such things.

Obviously, everyone had their own individual struggles. She hates repeating herself with the constant thoughts that slithered their way and trickled deep down into her core, but she isn't alone. Not entirely. She isn't the only one suffering through something tragic and maybe hearing someone else's story will help her come to some sort of fruition or realization of that fact. So, she sits there and listens, really listens to a different revelation. It pulls at her heartstrings a bit, every spoken word laced with almost a hint of admiration and growth.

But even when all is said and done, the room shifts, emptying with everyone else that had once been around her now slowly leaving, leaving Natalie sitting there silently. Calculating the thoughts in her head with a steady gaze on the woman before her. It's a single sentence that really shakes her, that she can't get rid of: "My journey to damnation began when I was swallowed by the beast." It's as if her heart nearly stopped as soon as those words were spoken, thinking back on her time out there in the wilderness and whatever it was that had been there with them, like an unseen entity forcing their hands to do unspeakable acts in its name.

A name she didn't even know.

When the room clears, she's the only one left standing, approaching the podium where Dr. Bedelia du Maurier resides with some nervousness to her overall body language as if she were treading beyond the appropriate boundary lines. Coughing lightly, she clears her throat before both hands are placed within the confines of her leather jacket pockets, light shrug soon to follow, almost shamefully. ❝ Hi. Um, sorry… my name's Natalie Scatorccio. Do you maybe, have a minute? You just, you said something that really got to me during the uh… lecture. Referring to whats-his-name as "the beast". ❞ One might think considering her past she'd be more well acquainted with the subject matter of Hannibal Lecter and who he was, but she wasn't actually well versed outside of tonight's session. ❝ I understand if you're too busy. ❞

[angie-long-legs]

❛  How anyone can stand being in the same room as you is beyond me.  ❜ {Hostile Sentence Starters - from Alastor}

Angel rolled his eyes. Of course Alastor was the last person who would appreciate the hysterical nature of the story he had so generously shared. He had long since gotten used to the Radio Demon's distaste for him, but - as with any instance of someone insulting Angel on a personal level - it irked him all the same. Still, his sour expression morphed into a sleazy grin as he keyed up for his usual brand of back-and-forth.

"Oh, please! Every sinner this side 'a the Pentagram wants a piece 'a this," he retorted, gesturing to himself with typical flamboyance. He pushed up his chest fluff and assumed a seductive pose before adding with an exaggerated drawl:

"And trust me, baby, if ya can afford to be in the same room as me, we ain't gonna be standin'."

It was the fact that Alastor was clearly so uncomfortable with Angel's vulgar persona that made him all the more eager to push his buttons. And, in their own ways, this seemed to be a trait the two demons shared. To Angel, rubbing people the wrong way was a game he played. When his flirtatious remarks were met with enthusiasm, it ensured Angel had the upper hand, and his persona remained in tact. When they were not so well received, it became a guaranteed way of getting under the other's skin - a less reliable bid for control, but undeniably fun. No matter the outcome, the goal was the same: to know more about them than they'd ever know about him.

But Alastor? He was an enigma that Angel was well aware he had no hope of unravelling. No, all he could do was continue prodding at those sore spots until something finally snapped, whatever that would come to mean. In all honesty, his curiosity far outweighed his fear of the consequences: his lust for "life" (if that's what you could call this damned existence) was driven entirely by the thrill of risk-taking, and goading the Radio Demon was about as risky as it gets.

[gilliesmemes]

   𝐖𝐇𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐊    !     /    sentence starters pulled from a red dead redemption 2 video titled ‘why john and arthur shouldn’t drink.’ some lines may have been edited for better use.   change pronouns and whatever you need to suit your characters  

❛ there he is, the man with the goddamn plan ! ❜  

❛ are you the woman i got with child ? you’re a little older... hehe, more boring too. ❜  

❛ oh my darling, oh my darling, oh my darrrlling clementine ~ ! ❜  

❛ sonuva bitch . oink oink .  ❜

❛ don’t look at me  ❜  

❛ i’m drunk, so what ?  ❜  

❛ what are you gonna do ? too late to stop me now. ❜  

❛ how’d you get that scar again ?  ❜  

❛ you’re drunk AND picking a fight ? ❜  

❛ hey, i just forgot.  ❜  

❛ careful i don’t step on ya. always under my feet. ❜  

❛ you’re a lazy bastard ... and a drunk. ❜  

❛ i can’t be quit of you, can i ? ❜  

❛ oh suzanna wont you cry for me, i come from alabama with a banjo on my knee ~  ❜  

❛ you freeloading old panderer.  ❜  

❛ you are four sheets to the wind, knock it off.  ❜  

❛ creepy old sack of shit. ❜  

❛ if it isn’t the angel of misery. removing all the joy from our lives.  ❜  

❛ i think its best you lay off the drink. ❜  

❛ hey come on, she hasn’t done nothing. ❜ 

❛ it’s best to ignore him when he’s like this, dear. ❜  

❛ c’mon , stop sleeping .  ❜  

❛ calm down i’m just playing, i’m just kidding, ain’t that serious. ❜

❛ you leave that dog be. ❜  

❛ have you even spoken to another human or just the little voices in your own head ? ❜  

❛ don’t carry on with him like that.  ❜  

❛ you really love yourself, don’t you ?  ❜

❛ y’know, everyone laughs at you, just being honest. ❜  

❛ stop annoying me, woman. ❜  

❛ i see you judging me ❜  

❛ don’t be like your father, son.  ❜  

❛ oh, i’m ready to beat on your skull.  ❜  

❛ i think i’m drunker than you .. if that’s possible. when you’re sober you’re probably drunker than this. ❜

❛ everyone hates you.  ❜  

❛ awh, shut up. ❜  

❛ i think we made some enemies. ❜  

❛ did somebody lose an idiot ? ❜  

❛ look at this dumb donkey. ❜  

❛ shut it, you’re drunk. ❜  

❛ you’re wrong. i’m worse than you think. ❜  

❛ you’re a boring bastard sometimes and by sometimes i mean all the time. ❜  

❛ its a walking talking moron.  ❜  

❛ strange kid ... real strange. ❜  

❛ i better drink up before you finish it all.  ❜  

❛ yeah well , look’it you ! ❜

❛ you drink for ten men and shave for twenty. ❜  

❛ you ever miss your days as a working girl ? ❜  

❛ you sound like you’re half fit to fall over. ❜  

❛ hey, hey what did i say ?  ❜

❛ no wonder he keeps trading in for a younger model. ❜  

❛ just drink and be merry, wont you ?  ❜  

❛ look, if i don’t ignore you, i’m going to hit you. ❜  

❛ you live in a dream world. ❜  

❛ smile. your face wont crack . ❜  

❛ when did you get so sour ? ❜  

[perspectivestarters]

Perspective's Sentence Starters; SOUR by Olivia Rodrigo (Part I)

BRUTAL

I want it to be, like, messy.

I'm so insecure.

I think that I'll die before I drink.

I'm so caught up in the news.

I'm so tired that I might quit my job, start a new life.

They'd all be so disappointed.

Who am I if not exploited?

I'm so sick of seventeen.

Where's my fucking teenage dream?

If someone tells me one more time "Enjoy your youth," I'm gonna cry.

I don't stick up for myself.

I'm anxious, and nothing can help.

I wish I'd done this before.

I wish people liked me more.

All I did was try my best.

This the kinda thanks I get?

They say these are the golden years.

I wish I could disappear.

God, it's brutal out here.

I feel like no one wants me.

I hate the way I'm perceived.

I'm a nervous wreck.

I love people I don't like.

I hate every song I write.

I'm not cool.

I'm not smart.

I can't even parallel park.

Just havin' a really good time.

Got a broken ego?

God, I don't even know where to start.

TRAITOR

I played dumb, but I always knew.

I always knew that you talked to her, maybe did even worse.

I kept quiet so I could keep you.

Ain't it funny how you ran to her the second that we called it quits?

Ain't it funny how you said you were friends?

It sure as hell don't look like it

You betrayed me.

I know that you'll never feel sorry.

You talked to her when we were together.

Loved you at your worst, but that didn't matter.

It took you two weeks to go off and date her.

Guess you didn't cheat, but you're still a traitor.

I know if you were true, there's no damn way that you could fall in love with somebody that quickly.

Ain't it funny?

Remember I brought her up and you told me I was paranoid?

I wish that you had thought this through before I went and fell in love with you.

Don't you dare forget about the way you betrayed me.

You gave me your word, but that didn't matter

Yeah, you're still a traitor.

DRIVERS LICENSE

I got my driver's license last week.

Just like we always talked about.

Today, I drove through the suburbs crying 'cause you weren't around

You're probably with that blonde girl who always made me doubt.

She's so much older than me.

She's everything I'm insecure about.

How could I ever love someone else?

I know we weren't perfect, but I've never felt this way for no one.

I just can't imagine how you could be so okay now that I'm gone.

Guess you didn't mean what you wrote in that song about me.

'Cause you said forever, now I drive alone past your street.

All my friends are tired of hearing how much I miss you.

I kinda feel sorry for them.

They'll never know you the way that I do.

I still see your face.

Can't drive past the places we used to go to.

I still fuckin' love you, babe.

I still hear your voice in the traffic.

God, I'm so blue.

1 STEP FORWARD, 3 STEPS BACK

All I did was speak normally

Somehow, I still struck a nerve.

You got me fucked up in the head.

Never doubted myself so much.

Am I pretty?

Am I fun?

I hate that I give you power over that kinda stuff

It's always one step forward and three steps back

I'm the love of your life until I make you mad.

Do you love me, want me, hate me?

I don't understand.

Maybe in some masochistic way, I kind of find it all exciting.

Which lover will I get today?

Will you walk me to the door or send me home crying?

It's back and forth.

Did I say something wrong?

Maybe this is all your fault instead.

I'd leave you, but the rollercoaster's all I've ever had.

DEJA VU

I bet she's braggin' to all her friends, sayin' you're so unique.

So when you gonna tell her that we did that, too?

She thinks it's special, but it's all reused.

That was our place, I found it first.

I made the jokes you tell to her when she's with you.

Do you get déjà vu when she’s with you?

Do you get déjà vu?

Do you call her, almost say my name?

Let's be honest, we kinda do sound the same.

I hate to think that I was just your type.

Now I bet you even tell her how you love her in between the chorus and the verse.

That was the show we talked about.

Played you the songs she's singing now when she's with you.

Don't act like we didn't do that shit, too.

You're tradin' jackets like we used to do

Everything is all reused.

Play her piano, but she doesn't know that I was the one who taught you.

A different girl now, but there's nothing new.

I know you get déjà vu

GOOD 4 U

Well, good for you, I guess you moved on really easily.

You found a new girl and it only took a couple weeks.

Remember when you said that you wanted to give me the world?

I guess that you've been workin' on yourself.

I guess that therapist I found for you, she really helped.

Now you can be a better man for your brand-new girl.

You look happy and healthy.

Not me, if you ever cared to ask

You're doin' great out there without me, baby.

God, I wish that I could do that.

I've lost my mind.

I've spent the night cryin' on the floor of my bathroom.

You're so unaffected, I really don't get it.

I guess you're gettin' everything you want.

You bought a new car and your career's really takin' off.

It's like we never even happened.

Baby, what the fuck is up with that?

It's like you never even met me.

Remember when you swore to god I was the only person who ever got you?

Well, screw that, and screw you

You will never have to hurt the way you know that I do.

Maybe I'm too emotional.

Your apathy's like a wound in salt.

Maybe you never cared at all.

[monogatcri]

“sometimes i feel like…like i really don’t belong here…like i’m supposed to be someplace else.”

━━ ˟ ⊰🍁THEIR MORNINGS ARE EARLY , rising by the sound of the bird song outside their windows and the sliver cresting of sun peeking through curtains. Passage of time within the village could vary, but this seemed a constant schedule inside the Niwa residence, whether the Kabukimono chose to stay with him or the others fell on his shoulders to decide, for none of them wished to dictate his path nor wish to instigate their own protective natures upon them. This was their ward, practically a child they all collectively adopted and promised to raise and care for...

        ...and yet when it came to moments like these, Niwa secretly wished he had the wiser nature of Mikoshi beneath his belt ; the man had enough experience to battle a lifetime of philosophies that the other simply smashed open the doors to and declared the first thought upon his mind. An exhale, his back facing shorter, the tea kettle warming over the fire, the leaves inside steeping as the water heated ; slow, arduous, painful -- it's understandable that these feelings applied to how long it took his mind to completely absorb and come up with an answer...

        ❝ I'm...not going to lie to you, ❞ he starts, head turning to face puppet. He can hear Katsuragi and Mikoshi judging his answer already, yet he doesn't feel the need to justify himself to them. Finger tip moved to the tea kettle, tempted to lift the lid to check process beneath. Bitter concoction would soon be done if he just allowed his mind to focus upon their conversation.

        His body now turned, feet carrying him to sit beside the other. Everyone had a purpose, but what did Kabukimono's purpose exist for? This reality is harsh, horrid, grabbing hold of his head and shoving it beneath the water to constantly face it each time he peered into a reflective surface and remembered he wasn't human among them (or maybe he always felt that way, Niwa couldn't be sure). ❝ Only you can answer this question... ❞ Such a concept left a sour taste upon tongue, for one so new to this world hardly would know what his fate is -- and the sheer responsibility of it shouldn't rest on him alone ; he doesn't allow him to fester on idea long, adding, gentleness still beating like heart within his chest: ❝ -- but what is your answer and what makes you question yourself? Let me help you find it -- we'll find that answer together, okay? ❞ He's one of them. He's Tatarasunan. Is there nothing that can eventually bring him to that answer? ❝ Let's start small: what makes you feel like you don't belong here? ❞

🍁 sentence starters  :  disney,  hercules,  part one.

[cornelianlute]

“Better to stay in here, Princess. Yes, there’s nothing you want out there.”  ( from falsestalwart / garland ! )

Labyrinth - sentence starters

@falsestalwart

Nothing?

How fast her world had turned upside down due to one simple misunderstanding. Whisked away to a place of infinite darkness, Garland was her only companion - if you could even call him that. He had spirited her away here, to the Chaos Shrine, a location whose history remains shrouded in mystery even now. Everything here was so cold, so dark, so… full of despair. How long would she remain here? How long had she been here truly? Sometimes in the briefest of moments she has flashes of memories as if she had been here more than once and always at the hands of Garland, always suffering, always because she had denied him.

Would telling him how she truly felt change things? But then she wonders, with a hand on her heart, her feelings for him were soured and were beginning to change. She had never truly been frightened of him, never truly believed he would harm her or her kingdom and yet-! The feel of the cold stone was like ice against her skin. She looked up at him, the man who had once been her knight but now was her captor, and wished she could see his eyes. She wished she could ask him why he had done all of this, but she could feel the oppressive darkness within him and her throat clammed up. It was all so… frightening. She was frightened of him and she hated it. She shouldn't have to be so frightened because she had trusted him, but then it all changed when he had bared his feelings for her. She had never seen him so vulnerable and she had hurt him and she regretted it.

Perhaps staying here with him in this manner would be her atonement. This would be how she made up for her sins. Turning away from him, her eyes fell on the dark crystal beside them, its purple hues lighting up an otherwise darkened space. It was so hypnotizing like she would be sucked in. Maybe it was alright to stay here. Maybe it would be alright. Maybe it would be fine. Maybe how she was feeling was wrong. Maybe what he said was right. Maybe there was nothing out there for her. Maybe everything she ever needed and wanted was here in the Chaos Shrine. Was that right? She didn't know. Her gaze was firmly transfixed on the dark crystal.

"Yes… Maybe you are right. Perhaps it is far better to stay here with you in this darkness than be with the light."

[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

This is a very random prompt idea i had. Its not alot but thinking of it is funny!

Peter 2 is very rarely in a bad mood! His bros know that so when he is, they leave him alone! They decide they want to cheer him up, but not push any boundaries. Peter 1 and 3 start play fighting/tickle fight on the ground in front of him and basically doing anything they can to make him in a good mood again! And it obviously works becuase he can't stop the happiness that overcomes him when his bros are happy<3

Sentence starter: "He's still in a bad mood....i have an idea"

(Oo! This is such a cute one ❤️ He can't stay mad at his goofy younger brothers for long ❤️ enjoy Anon! And thank you :))

"He's still in a bad mood . . . I have an idea!"

Peter 1 listened as Three whispered the idea into his ear. A grin spread across the youngest's face as he nodded in agreement.

Peter 3 gently pulled him down the hall. "Ready?"

One nodded again and got ready to run.

In response, Peter 3 squeezed his side then took off into the living room.

"Eep! Three!"

One hurried to follow after his brother.

The taller Spiderman turned to face his little brother who was trying so hard to act annoyed. "Ihim sohorry Pete! I cohouldnt rehesist!"

One playfully glared at his older brother. "Thehen fahace myhy wrahath!"

Peter 1 raced forward and threw his weight into Peter 3. The taller Peter fell back.

While the younger two fell to the ground, Two glanced up from his book. He wanted to scowl at his brothers for interrupting his brooding, but he couldn't stay mad them for long. Instead, he returned to his book and let whatever they were doing become his background noise.

Peter 3 caught the oldest's glance before he turned back to the youngest. Three rushed his head down to One's neck as if he was going to tickle him there. "It's working."

One squeaked at the whispered response then his grin grew when the words sunk in. The next sound to leave the youngest's mouth was a genuine squeal as Three actually nuzzled into his neck.

Peter 1 then blindly started grabbing at his brother's ribs. After a few tries, he managed to grab Three's bad rib and squeeze. This attack caused Peter 3 to tumble to the ground and for Peter 1 to jump on top of him.

"Myhy tuhurn nohow!"

Three squeezed his head shut and threw his head back as the youngest returned to his attack on Three's ribs. "NAHAHA! YOHOU SUCK!"

"Ahalls fahair ihin lohove ahand tihickles!"

That retort caused Two to snicker. He beamed at his baby brother, he was becoming quite the little tickle monster himself. He knew when to push but also knew when to real it back in. Plus the smile he got when he saw his older brothers laughing and carefree was way to cute for a 17 year old.

Two shook his head and returned to his book. He forgot he was supposed to be in a sour mood today and was not going to be pusuaded to drop it . . . not yet anyways.

At this point, Peter 1 was picking up on Peter 2's mood as well. He paused his attack and leaned forward. "Hehe's breahaking."

Peter 3 reached up and grabbed his shoulders. "Wehere dohoing ihit!"

Now the tables were flipped again as Three rolled One onto his back. However, he rolled a little too far and One's head bonked into a table leg.

Two glanced up at the noise.

"Oh! You okay?" Three asked as he rubbed the back of One's head.

"Noho!" The youngest Peter dropped his limbs in a dramatic fashion on the floor. "Yohou kihilled mehe!"

Peter 3 smirked. "Oh no! Quick! Wehe must doho CPR!"

And with that, Peter 3 began to do light pushes on Peter 1's tummy as if he was doing chest compressions.

"Hehey!" The youngest Peter giggled. "Thahat's nohot hohow ihit wohOHORKS! NAHA!"

After Three finished his "compressions" he bent down to blow two raspberries into the side of One's neck. He lifted his head again to look at his younger brother. "Ihit ihisn't working! Quick the defibulator!"

Peter 3 made two fists and rubbed them together like he was prepping them. He then pressed them both on either side of Peter 1's ribs while yelling clear.

The rib tickling caused Peter 1 to literally jolt, making the scene look more "realistic".

Meanwhile, Peter 2 rolled his eyes at the scene and tried to keep the smile off of his face. Who needed TV when you could watch a literal episode of Grey's Anatomy in your living room? However, Three's reenactment was much more gentle and mild. He was literally the most gentle tickle monster around. That didn't mean he didn't give rough tickles, he just meant that he was caring about the person he was tickling.

Finally, a smile crept across Two's face as he watched Peter 3 playfully ruffle Peter 1's hair.

Peter 2 set his book and tea to the side and sat up to adress the culprits. "Ahalright you two troublemahakers. Come gihive mehe a hug."

The next instant, Two was thrown into the back of the couch as two bodies crashed into him.

The oldest Peter chuckled and hugged the younger two as tight as he could. "I'm sorry I've been in such a crappy mood today."

"It's okay Two." Three shifted so he could look up at his older brother. "Bahad moods happen."

"Yeheah! Dohon't apohologize for how yohou feel!" One added.

Two's smile softened as he looked down at two grinning faces. "Thank yohou you two. Ihi love yohou both."

The younger two Peters shared a smirk before turning back to Peter 2.

"Whahat are you two uhup to?" Two asked.

Peter 1 shifted up to Peter 2's shoulder. "Juhust sahaying hohow muhuch wehe lohove yohou tohoo."

The next instant, Two's ears were attacked by kisses from the youngest.

"Eep! Ohone!"

Peter 3 moved next. "Bohoth ohof uhus!"

"AH! Ihi tahake ihit bahack! Yohou twoho suhuck!"

He may talk like he doesn't like it, but Two's flapping hands as Three joined in on the kisses let the younger two know he was having the time of his life. He always did happy stims when they got his ears. Once Peter 2 was adequately out of breath, the attacked stopped.

Two reopened his eyes and attempted to growl at Peter 1 and 3. "Nohow yohoure gonnaha gehet ihit!"

Both of their eyes widened as Two gently tightened his hold around both of his brothers. He wasn't going to be too hard on them

Peter 2 winked at them. "Consider ihit aha thank you for helping mehe."

While he gave his attack, the younger two Peters did just that.

[kxjostarr]

rejectshumanity asked: “Well, I hope I ruined your night. If not, there’s always tomorrow!” 

Hateship Sentence Starters

"Yeah, if you're alive the next day." Him just showing up at her house was enough to sour her mood. "By the way, I'm going to be in the same room with my mom tonight; so don't even try sneaking in."

[heyits-asher]

CLOSED STARTER for @dancingdanvers at the boardwalk

"Okay, so!"

He slows from his jog. The one he started the moment he saw Sloane in the crowd, and lands right next to her. It had been a while since he'd seen her, but he tried not to press. The whole baby thing has probably kept her busy. That goes without saying he'd shot out a few texts over the course of these few months.

"I know you like diet coke, but I read on google you shouldn't have those. And I didn't want to text and ask because that would ruin the surprise, so I got a La Croix." Asher slides his backpack off and digs inside to pull out two slim cans — one peach and one passionfruit in hopes she would like either. "I wouldn't open those yet. They're shaken up. And I also got a bag of Sour Patch Kids." That's when he finally pauses to take a breath from his endless sentence, and it hits him.

How long it really has been since he'd seen her last face to face. How much more obviously pregnant she is. "Wow, that's… crazy. Soon you'll be popping the little sucker out and I can get you out on that surfboard. If you're still interested in learning."

[oc-lootcrate]

" i miss the food. " - Haruhi to Takuma

hunger games based sentence starters

Takuma's stomach seemed to rumble at the statement, his expression turning sour as he continued to try and make sense of the scroll in his hands, so far not having much luck. Be it that his hunger was getting the better of him, or him simply having an innate problem with focusing on text he wasn't exactly sure, but what he did know was that the words on the scroll were beginning to get on his last nerve, especially with how violently his stomach had been growling at him, almost like some kind of crazed beast.

❝I miss food in general; if it weren't for this damned thunderstorm trapping us here in this cave, I'd say forget the entire mission so we could head home and get something from Ichiraku's Ramen.❞

His stomach gave a low rumble in displeasure at this, almost as if agreeing that this storm was the last thing the pair needed on their little mission. If Takuma had to eat another military ration, he thinks he might actually lose his mind here. Assuming, of course, that he hasn't already done so.

[galaxythixf]

@celestiialnotes said: ❝ i’m a fan of your work, actually. ❞ - Law to Viper Conversational Sentence / Emotionally Charged Starters || Not Accepting

"Never say that again." Something cold, akin to ice, travels with her words while her tone sharpens itself to a point. It's a distant memory that she isn't keen on remembering, eyes like daggers narrow at him before they return to her clipboard. She doesn't really care if he's joking or not, she isn't in the mood for games. Mood running sour she lets silence fill the space between them as flashes of memories she'd rather not recall begin to flicker throughout her mind. Echoes of the titles she wears now like a burden begin to haunt her.

Monster.

There's nothing to look back on other than her mistakes, her regrets and the vengeance that now festers within her as a result. To think that there were still days she could travel back to the root of that deep-seated hatred, that bitter taste of bloodlust and vicious vengeance that she ached for day after day. One day, it'll surface where the trigger puts an end to the rot that fuels her. Whether it be a bullet to theirs or her own skull, it'll put an end to this pathetic saga. It's all she lives for nowadays and all she would, she imagined, for some time. Her blood boils at the sound of opportunity, itching to take a shot at the heads that tarnished her name to begin with but refrained from acting.

She's a woman who lives for one thing and one thing only. There's nothing left of her to admire. Nothing that she's proud of, anyway. Every day is just a bitter wait until the end she's anticipating. The blood bath she's destined to cause at the risk of what shred of sanity she has left.

Her work, he says. The work that haunts her.

Brilliant as it was for its time it only sucked the life out of her passions and painted her as the villain of a story she didn't realize she was a part of at the time. To think she used to heal with her knowledge. Funny, now she only sought to destroy. How quickly nurture turns to torture when the shades are lifted and the blame rests on the blind's shoulders.

[teamrocketmemes]

[ ESC 2023 SENTENCE STARTER ] PART 2

Lyrics chosen from all of the official chosen songs for this year's Eurovision Song Contest. Feel free to change any pronouns where necessary.

My Sister’s Crown – Vesna

“My sister won't stand in the corner.”

“Nobody has right to do it.”

“She is her own queen.”

“No one wants more boys dead.”

“We're not your dolls.”

“My beautiful sister, you are so strong.”

“Come swim with your sisters.”

“There's no place for hate in our sea.”

“Remember we're sisters till the end!”

“Life's not a moneybag.”

“Brave and the only one, the crown is yours.”

Breaking My Heart – Reiley

“Said it'd be easier if I was dead.”

“Come meet me in the middle.”

“Still thinking of September.”

“I'm not scared to love you, but I'm scared of breaking my heart.”

“I used to tell you all my deepest fears.”

“Now I'm quiet by your side.”

Bridges – Alika

“Bring me to the place where I belong.”

“There is always time.”

“Now I see myself building up a world of bridges.”

“I forgive myself for all the lies I said before.”

“Now I see the road of leading lights.”

“I remember all the things that I went through.”

“No more time to waste or to play pretend.”

Cha Cha Cha – Käärijä

“There’s only bar and piña colada on my mind.”

“This icy shell is something I have to demolish.”

“Yet the expression I have on my face is sour.”

“The floor is calling me when I’m no longer so frozen.”

“This world ain’t making me scared no more.”

“Talking is so hard when this different side of me does its part.”

“I don’t usually go and drop my guard, not me.”

“When Champagne all over myself I pour.”

Évidemment – La Zarra

“I hurt myself to do some good.”

“In my infernal garden, flowers grow.”

“We couldn’t touch the sky with a finger.”

“All of these beautiful promises that I hear.”

“They’re nothing but wind.”

“It is always too good to be true but it is never too ugly to be false.”

“I look for truth while avoiding it.”

“Therefore, give me a chance.”

Blood & Glitter – Lord of the Lost

“We’re so happy we could die.”

“What we are is but a choice.”

“We are free to break and change.”

“We are all from the same blood.”

“With broken wings, we’ll learn to fly.”

“Life’s too fast so make it count.”

Echo – Iru

“Going through the life together.”

“My soul’s like a fortress.”

“Words getting worthless, love is a wordless.”

“I’ve got a big faith.”

“Life is love.”

What They Say – Victor Vernicos

“I lay on the floor and I hate that I’m holding on.”

“Time starts to rain clouds, not afraid of the pain they giving.”

“Anxious to where I’m breathing.”

“Can’t say that I am longing for another day to break my spirit.”

“Wish this was something I could just ignore.”

“Lost souls make sure no one loses their way.”

“Hurt ones can’t stand seeing others in pain.”

“I miss the days when my heart wouldn’t ache.”

“And I hate my feelings.”

“Now I got too much on my plate.”

“And I’ll save all the others ’cause for me it’s too late.”