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forestry reflected in irises glimpse at the wounded—flicker of dismay ignited. seeing such familiar flesh be beaten & mangled—lacerations littered—couldn’t help but allow appall to settle in. ( how could someone do this, especially to her? ) flashes of day crack through gaps in the actively deteriorating ceiling. flashes of freedom. silky brunette curls turnt blood-soaked, dark cocoa no longer having bubbles of light. when connie looked at her, she couldn’t help but mistake her for someone else. ( even her aura didn’t feel the same. it was disturbingly desolate. )

purple, blue & red clutter her own color-drained skin, filling in the blank spaces between prominent freckles. difficult to focus on her own well-being—considering the state of her friend. the redhead pauses, abruptly halting their push through the slaughter - pen. gaze diverts to chapped & bloodied lips, watching the way crimson dances along her tongue as she spits out non-sense. muscle trembles, labored breathing. ( dim sunlight glows down on the redhead, brunette casted in the shadows. ) brows knit together, puzzle falling apart as fellow victim slide down the earths wall.

“ maria—maria, please get up. we have to — ”

silence falls upon pursed lips as the other trails off—exhaustion eminent in breathy tone. stare slowly drowns to the flooring—mirroring photographers diverted gaze. phalanges with a distinguished tremor reach out; she allows them to. meeting close companion half way, gently resting hand on the crevice between shoulder & neck. ignoring all the scratches, bites, & strangulation marks—attention once more locked in on pools of warm honey. ( connie joined her in the shadows, maria’s hand tightening on her arm. ) a nod, thumb rubbing over bruise. of course it’ll be fine. if anyone tries anything—she’ll fend ‘em off.

moments of silence. they felt like hours. the farmer never allowed her gaze to redirect, solely focusing on finding out what was going on in her head. horror; that’s what coated once comforting & inviting hazelnut hues—coming in the form of what seemed to be a thick coat of tears. several pants later, the ache in her legs just barely dissipating away. adjacent brittle limbs seemed to have made no recovery. in fact, it was getting worse.

panic. they’d find them soon—they had to go. they had to. tempted to jerk flores off the wall—even if she had no plan from there. she’d do whatever was needed to get her out of here—piggybacking, dragging, anything but just her memory. grip loosens, imprints on skin rising back into position. shaking head in confusion—a slight wince in usual ‘cold’ eyes. quavering voice mumbles once more; an apology. one not deserved.

she wasn’t sure what to feel. anger; that she’d come all this way solely to come back empty handed? emptiness; that she’d be completely lost without her—traversing these long halls with no one. more so loneliness. ( grief; grieving the loss of her best friend, someone who was already long gone. ) the redhead attempted to speak, words bit at her tongue. swallowing back the humiliation for aching, faux braveness breaking through.

“ no—no, maria. please, stay with me. please don’t leave me— ”

she felt like a child again; cryin’ at the door as she watched her drunken daddy stumble out again. she swore she’d never feel that kind of yearn for attention again—why would she break now? it wasn’t Maria’s fault. Of course not. Those .. monsters—they broke her. It was impressive she still had the will to live—or, simply exist. Second thought—she wasn’t exactly living. ( she was surviving. )

she wasn’t dragging her down. guilt & selfishness tore at her; but connie needed her. ( she depended on an already dead girl to save her. ) if she was to walk out of here—alone—what would change in her life? Maria had so much to live for—many of those reasons were here now. the nature, life itself, ana — ana needed her. connie couldn’t allow ana to attend her own sisters funeral this soon.

Impulsively; beaten college student clings desperately onto the other, arms hooking under flimsy limbs—even if against what the other wished for. hefty breaths & groans part flaky lips as straining efforts go into picking the other up. despite feeling much lighter than usual—she couldn’t harbor the strength to hold the other.

❛ we have to get you out of here .. ❜

the ebbing of thudding machinery mix with the throbbing white noise that echoes in blood ― filled ears, almost drowning out maria's redheaded friend's observation and prompting hazelnut gaze to lift from the grate beneath their feet to meet her eyes. pools of green greet her, reminding her of the nature above them, bright and vibrant and calling her home.

lips part, metallic copper dancing on tongue as she fumbles for a response. of course, connie was correct, but if maria were to be honest, the light from the little pockets of sunlight strained her vision, and every muscle in her body begged for relief. malnourished, any energy she had reserved for her grand escape had been eaten away by the lack of steady meals over the months she'd been locked away down here. she was but a shell of her former self, the only thing reminiscent was the affection that warmed her chest when she reached out for her farmer friend.

' i ― i know, but can we ... can we just, stop for a moment? i just ... i just need a breather. i promise. just five minutes, and i'll be okay. '

she didn't have the heart to keep her blurred gaze on connie, black shadows dancing on the edge of her vision that were only shooed away by a mixture of blinks and deep breaths. her spine meets the packed dirt of the walls, surprisingly cool despite the various grills that littered the place. free palm rests on knee, hair hiding the amount of crimson that's caked on her tanned expression of thinly veiled agony as torso arches forward to steady her spinning mind.

it was strange, as excited as she was to escape this particular version of hell, her limbs seemed to move as if locked in ice. sluggish, and unmotivated, betraying her in the moment she needed her strength the most. her grip on connie's arm weakens, before eventually dropping to her side. embarrassment burns at her cheeks, bitter and filling her with self ― disgust. it was like a nightmare, one where she could only run in slow ― motion while the monster breaths down her neck.

' i'm sorry. i don't want to drag you down. '

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🐝  *  ―  𝑬𝑴𝑶𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑨𝑳𝑳𝒀 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑮𝑬𝑫 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.

❛  why did you have to leave me?  ❜ ❛  how could you do this to me?  ❜ ❛  i trusted you!  ❜ ❛  i'm sorry, but i can't do this anymore.  ❜ ❛  do you even care how much you hurt me?  ❜ ❛  i'll never stop fighting for us, no matter what.  ❜ ❛  i don't know if i can forgive you.  ❜ ❛  i never thought i'd feel so alone, even when you're right here.  ❜ ❛  please don't go, i can't handle losing you too.  ❜ ❛  you were the one person i thought i could always count on. why did you have to let me down?  ❜ ❛  did you ever even care about us? about me?  ❜ ❛  i wish i could hate you for what you've done, but i can't.  ❜ ❛  why do you always have to play games with my feelings?  ❜ ❛  i never thought saying goodbye would hurt this much.  ❜ ❛  every time i close my eyes, all i see is the pain you've caused.  ❜ ❛  why do you insist on tearing us apart when we could be so happy together?  ❜ ❛  i'm tired of pretending everything's okay when it's clearly not.  ❜ ❛  i don't even know who you are anymore.  ❜ ❛  i need you to understand how much you mean to me.  ❜ ❛  i'm scared of losing you, but i'm even more scared of losing myself.  ❜ ❛  why won't you let me in? what are you so afraid of?  ❜ ❛  you were my world, and now everything is falling apart.  ❜ ❛  how am i supposed to trust anyone after what you've done?  ❜ ❛  i can't go through this heartache again.  ❜ ❛  why did you leave without saying goodbye?  ❜ ❛  how could you say something like that to me?  ❜ ❛  you've always had a way of making me feel worthless.  ❜ ❛  don't you dare walk away from me when i'm talking to you.  ❜ ❛  please, just tell me the truth, even if it hurts. i can handle it.  ❜ ❛  i don't know how to fix what's broken between us anymore.  ❜ ❛  you're not the person i fell in love with anymore.  ❜ ❛  just hold me and tell me everything will be okay, even if it's a lie.  ❜ ❛  i trusted you, and you betrayed me.  ❜ ❛  i never meant to hurt you, it was never my intention.  ❜ ❛  i've given you everything, and it's still not enough.  ❜ ❛  why do you always have to make everything about you?  ❜ ❛  why did you do it? why did you betray me like that?  ❜ ❛  i miss you ... more than words can say.  ❜ ❛  you're the best thing that ever happened to me, and i'm scared of losing you.  ❜ ❛  i'll always be here for you, no matter what. just please don't shut me out.  ❜

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🐝  *  ―  𝑷𝑳𝑨𝑻𝑶𝑵𝑰𝑪 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.

❛  you've been my best friend for years, what made you think it would change now?  ❜ ❛  i'm always here for you if you need me.  ❜ ❛  well, that's what friends are for.  ❜ ❛  remember, i'm always just one call away.  ❜ ❛  how long have we known each other now? i know you better than you know yourself.  ❜ ❛  you're an idiot most of the time, but you're my idiot.  ❜ ❛  do you want to come over and watch movies tonight? i could use some company.  ❜ ❛  you always know how to cheer me up.  ❜ ❛  i made you your favorite food.  ❜ ❛  i know it's 2 a.m. but i really need someone to talk to. are you awake?  ❜ ❛  remember when we used to build blanket forts? let's do it again.  ❜ ❛  please come to this family dinner with me. my family already loves you and i need some neutral person there with me.  ❜ ❛  here, i got you something. i saw it at the shop and it reminded me of you.  ❜ ❛  do you remember that promise we made to each other when we were kids?  ❜ ❛  i'm so grateful to have you in my life. you mean the world to me.  ❜ ❛  i don't need advice right now, just a friend to listen.  ❜ ❛  you're the best friend one could ever ask for.  ❜ ❛  hey, umm ... thank you for being my friend.  ❜ ❛  you don't have to go through this alone. i'm here for you.  ❜ ❛  want to grab a coffee and catch up?  ❜ ❛  we may not talk every day anymore, but i still consider you my friend.  ❜ ❛  i can stay and help you finish this if you want.  ❜ ❛  you've got this. i believe in you!  ❜ ❛  how about we plan a game night this weekend?  ❜ ❛  do you ever wonder what our lives will be like in ten years?  ❜ ❛  no matter what happens, you'll always have me.  ❜ ❛  you don't have to pretend with me. i like you just the way you are.  ❜ ❛  consider it ... a little friendly competition.  ❜ ❛  thank you, you always know how to make me laugh.  ❜ ❛  i can't believe how far we've come together.  ❜ ❛  just stay put, i'll be over in a minute.  ❜ ❛  i've got us tickets for that concert/movies/exhibition you wanted to go to.  ❜ ❛  how about a road trip? just like old times ...  ❜ ❛  i really appreciate you staying in my life all these years.  ❜ ❛  i don't know what i'd do without you.  ❜ ❛  you can tell me if something is bothering you.  ❜ ❛  race you to the end of the street!  ❜ ❛  bet you can't beat me at this game. i'm a pro.  ❜ ❛  i challenge you to a cooking contest. loser has to buy dinner for the next week.  ❜ ❛  you've been such a great friend, and i just wanted to say thanks.  ❜

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Stella Walker | Walker | 4.10 End this way

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❛ just . . . start from the beginning. ❜

agonized expressions worsen as foot steps echo through the endless halls—all apart of one puzzle. it was so dark—so cold. frigid air nipped at bare skin, rain droplets biting everytime it fell from the occasional cracks in the ceiling. those occasional openings that gave light—guidance through the tunnels. the lingering smell of cooking flesh was sickening. but god, was she hungry. it almost smelled appetizing—if she hadn’t of known the type of meat it was.

hugging the walls and crouching about, scarred eyes watched for anybody to help her. alcohol had been messily poured over open wounds, but it definitely wouldn’t help in the long run. she didn’t want to die, not alone at least. knowing how feeble she was in this moment—connie knew she wouldn’t make it. going peacefully was all she wanted.

a flash of brown hair—blue flowy top following. sage green opticals widen, the corners of her lips unknowingly curling into a brief grin of relief. guilt filled her to the brim, still. does that mean leland got caught too?—sonny? julie? god—they’re too young. this couldn’t be happening.

“ ana ? ... ana ! — ”

the redhead extended her hand in the direction—pace speeding up as she broke out into a short jog. lunging towards the other, connie abruptly stopped short. she took a moment to examine her—praying this wasn’t just a delusion. that it really was her.

“ ana—please, it’s me. connie. ”

the shorter girl turns around almost immediately—terror instilled in her. connie had an apologetic flicker of light in her pupils—and not just for the fact that she spooked her. more so the fact that maria was most likely gone, and that they would be gone soon too.

before she continued with crazed rambles, connie’s focus flicked up and down her bruised & beaten form. god, no blood or open wounds but—she looked terrible. a wince, lips curling back.

“ what did they—how could they do this? — ”

did they feel no shame? no shame for the endless mangled corpses hung up as what looked like decoration? no shame for the woman on the meat hook, her body still twitching? no shame for the endless bruises on her once tanned flesh—color completely drained? the scrapes, stabs, pokes, and hand marks around her throat & waist?

connie pushed it all back. she needed to keep calm—to show ana that everything was gonna be okay, even if it wasn’t. maybe—just maybe, she could utter out an explanation, even if she was just as confused as the other.

“ back—in the tunnels I heard these.. screams I .. they were horrifying and— then there was this freak laughing it was .. terrible ! ”

connie knew she terribly failed at keeping her composure, especially as ana asked her to ‘start from the beginning.’ the beginning of their story, or the beginning of this chapter? either way, it would be the end. this was their fate, after all.

“ there’s .. people, down here ana. they’re killing us. I can’t — I don’t know how to explain much else. ”

she doubted they were even people. no, they were monsters. this couldn’t be real—it was too unrealistic. it had to be hell. maybe they had just gotten in a car crash on the way, and none of this was real—or that weird chicken they were served at the gas station gave them food poisoning and she passed out, making this some weird fucked up dream.

but as her wounds ached, and cold air bit at her—connie knew it was real. this pain was real.

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❛  no matter what happens, you'll always have me.  ❜ | ( also from mawia :3 )

another letter sent back home, more difficult emotions brought back up. embarrassment, shame, the thought that maybe they were right. that it would be best to just stay home, no matter how much she dreaded it. fingers tighten around wooden pencil, force hard enough to rip note paper. whenever it came to recapping her previous experiences—connie’s head always went blank. there wasn’t much they’d be proud of; especially the parties. futile attempts to make them proud felt almost laughable—it would never happen, yet she kept clawing at it.

taylor was strong—yet whenever sending those occasional letters, she always felt faint. cowardly & weak—a crushed bug beneath her past’s boot. foot rapidly tapped against the ground, finger nail caught between her teeth.

maria usually helped with these send-offs. she had lots of experience—at least connie thought she did. constantly going on those photography trips and sending polaroids back home, and unlike her—she almost sent a letter home every week. maria was someone she wanted to be. bubbly, creative—extremely talented.

nature - hued opticals briefly glimpse adjacent from the desk she sat at—said talented person resting on the bed. doe eyes trained on her; connie evaded the contact. despite looking up to her—the redhead didn’t mind if maria saw her when she was weak. ( like a tender veterinarian tending a baby bunny to health. )

trailed off sigh, run-down pencil clattering against the table-top. hands rest on each side of the letter, canine digging into chapped lips. reassuring words escape the brunette; her own features softening at the melody. her tone was tender, comforting—similar to a mattress after a long day of work.

always. that word scared her—what if there wasn’t a forever? it was more of a threat, than anything. if she allowed herself to get attached—what would happen if they broke that promise? if they left? would she be alone again?

no. maria wouldn’t do that. connie shoved those thoughts back, yet her palms still got clammy and her hands just barely curled up. she hesitated to speak; mouth opening but nothing but a cut off breath coming out.

“ promise me—please? ”

it felt desperate; begging for reassurance that she’d stay. maria couldn’t just end up like the letter receivers—she wouldn’t allow it. she needed to know whether or not she’d stay—or if it was just something to make her feel better.

flores was one of the best—if not only friends connie had ever held onto. most of the time she grew resentment for them—in the beginning, she always knew it would end—but she just couldn’t see herself hating her. the beauty marks that littered across tan skin would never be specks of dirt, and her glowing personality would never be ‘annoying’ and ‘desperate.’ she couldn’t hate anything any of her friends did.

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Someone make Ella purnell dye her hair ginger so I can use her as a faceclaim k thanks

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connie being seen as ‘mean’ and ‘weird’ but she’s just autistic … my self insert hc!!! stupid ramble coming up; she’s such a little weird girl to me … the amount of songs I have on her playlist relating to that is . ough. She’s also always reminded me of those “weird girl 2000 campy symbolism movies” (ex: dinner in America, I believe in unicorns, breakfast club, etc.) Like yes she is unapologetically herself but have u considered she also hates being herself because she can’t seem to fit in…

Guys she’s me irl

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so mad that I was begging for connie to have daddy issues right before the stream and SUDDENLY they decide to go “connie actually has a great relationship with her .. family and dad!” ….. gun I’ll kill you.

ANYWAYS, benjamin is a deadbeat who pushed gender roles onto her! his only child who he adored when she was younger—but after puberty, he wanted nothing more than a son. as she started to work on the farm, he’d constantly redirect her to more ‘feminine’ responsibilities. eventually, she was left to provide as he started leaving them for weeks at a time … sifh love u connie taylor

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"did you think i wasn't going to notice?"

hunger. not just for food—but for her friend; maria. ever since she went missing, connie hadn’t been able to eat, sleep, or even get out of bed. she was hungry for that familiar warmth, lost smile & laughter—even maria’s endless queries. she was hungry for all of it. stomach growled, ached, and yearned for any sort of nutrients—but the redhead neglected it, focusing solely on the loneliness planted deep in her heart. she still had danny, ana, julie and the others—so why did she feel like a kid again? lost, lonely, in an empty plain with no way to turn.

guilt plagued at already sickly mind, scolding her for making her such dear friends worry. they should be worrying about who was actually in danger, not whether or not she took care of herself properly. she could keep up a brave face, that usual cold exterior — but to no avail. they could always tell when she was upset.

so, just this once—after being extended a private invite—she decided to accept and go out. a diner, one not too far from the college. the group would usually go there and hang out in their free time—ordering nothing but coffee and annoying the waitresses. this time, it was just danny sitting across from her.

Taylor had an unusually scruffy look to her—messy ginger hair thrown back into a ponytail, dark circles heavy under olive opticals, pale skin with no redness. she stared at the other through her brows, fingers tapping on the edges of the once warm coffee.

“ why did you bring me here ? ”

she questioned, freeing phalanges and leaning back in the red leather booth. no response. connie knew why—some sort of confrontation, scolding, something to knock sense into her. for once, the roles were reversed in the group and connie was the foolish one.

no response. of course, danny had been going through .. a lot, considering how close he was to maria. Surely he had to understand, right? or maybe—he was angry. angry how she felt so much and so hard. danny was difficult to read—at least to her. she could never tell when he was upset or not, or even when he was glad or sad. she never noticed if he was even .. expressive or not. so, to know what he felt currently…it was impossible. it was human nature to feel a bit upset given the situation, but that’s all she knew.

finally, a response trailed out of him. It was blunt—tone ever so slightly laced with worry. A few surprised blinks, taylor didn’t fill the silence. a few long seconds pass, she sips on the dark, bitter, coffee. clearing throat; attempting to play it off as if she was oblivious to what he was talking about.

“ I don’t know what you’re talking about. ”

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Rest of my replies later I’m doing hot girl shit (playing sims) …

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blood, sender cleans blood off of receiver.

a damp rag rubbed against ichor stained spotted cheek—polishing it of any leftover blood, both dry & wet. remnants of sniveling remain; runny nose, bloodshot eyes, tear stained cheeks. despite engaging in such a tender task, connie still felt fear to her core—evident by her pale face, visible tremor, and darting glances. anyone would feel belittled under slaughter, like a crushed bug.

as the rag occasionally pulled away from her freckled flesh, the redhead couldn’t help but wince at the crimson soaked cloth. it was a struggle to tell apart her own blood and another’s—especially when they all bled the same red.

olive opticals flick back up to her captor, brows tightly knitted together. he had a similar expression; one immersed in the task of .. cleaning up blood. the silence was deafeningly loud, but she wouldn’t dare interrupt it. one misinterpreted quip or ‘cocky’ statement—and she feared a blade would be plunged deep into her abdomen.

despite the urge too, she wouldn’t. despite the multiple questions she held onto, taylor pushed them down. the why’s, where, and what’s. why is he doing this, where are the others, and what’s going on ? a shuddered inhale, swallowing all those things that could possibly have her condemned.

taking the chance to observe slaughter closer; focus locks on his face. dark brown eyes, thinner lips, a very noticeable scar running down the left side of his face. attention diverts to his hair—poorly slicked back, matching his eyes, a small strand sticking out. moderately long sideburns, too..

the mid - western farmer cleared her throat, skittishly transferring her gaze to the floor. hesitance laced in her tone—bottom lip quivering—very few words finally trailing out;

“ why are you doing this ? ”

Going against her own thoughts—finally speaking out. Connie assumed Johnny wanted her gone—dead. buried in the ground or on a grill. Why would he be attempting to help her? especially with such a little matter.

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❛  do you ever wonder what our lives will be like in ten years?  ❜

cranium rolls off the concrete wall in the chamber they had been locked in—groggily blinking to shake off that exhaust. ten years from now. connie wouldn’t even make it ten months—none of them would.

a month ago, if you asked the same question—she would’ve gone on and on about her big plans. how she was going to spend her college years having fun and breaking out of that tight shell—doing what she couldn’t in highschool. rebelling from whatever social constrictions applied to her, doing whatever she wanted. maybe after that, she’d go travel some more—anything to stay away from the rural midwest. to not end up like her parents.

this—hell—abruptly interrupted said plans. connie wasn’t all that hopeful for their future, it was evident in the way she behaved. never fighting back, sleeping the days away, just waiting for the end to come. occasionally she’d daydream about the past, but never the future. the future wasn’t a ‘maybe’, it was a definite no.

leland was hopeful. that’s one thing she could always remember about him, he was always clinging onto that little piece of hope. she didn’t want to be the one to diminish that light. forcing on a feeble smile, sage opticals lock on the wrestler’s figure across the room. if she was to be honest; the words that came out of her mouth may be .. harsh. something along the lines of ‘ I think we’ll be eight feet in the ground. ’

“ all the time. ”

she kept her reply short, that way she couldn’t mess it all up. it was nearly saddening; how they’d all been thinking of the future, both negatively and positively. some thinking of when they may finally die, and others when they finally escape. obviously, some chased delusions and daydreams to imagine their future if this never happened. connie cleared her throat to fill the awkward silence, continuing on with her previous reply.

“ I think about what I could’ve been if none of this happened a lot. I’d like to think that I’d live a good life. ”

a good life in her standards is one not thrown to waste. one full of hard working, strong emotions, and valuable lessons. up to this moment, connie had a good life. the thought of that made her a bit more .. content with dying. head swoops low, fine auburn hair following.

“ .. what do you think your life will be like ? ”

; The redhead muttered—Desperately trying to keep the conversation going just for the sake of having something to do. in this cell—there wasn’t much but throwing pebbles, waiting for someone to come down and verbally torture you, and watching the cracking stone walls for hours.

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actions speak louder than words non - verbal / action prompts from yours truly. (add a "swap" to swap the sender/receiver in the prompt (or just do it manually).)

back, sender gives receiver a back hug.

beckon, sender beckons receiver closer with a finger.

blood, sender cleans blood off of receiver.

book, sender helps receiver get a book from a higher part of the shelf.

care, sender takes care of receiver when they're sick.

catch, sender catches receiver by the waist after they bump into each other.

choke, sender saves receiver from choking by giving them the heimlich.

cold, sender places their jacket over receiver's shoulders.

cry, sender wipes tears off receiver's face with their thumbs.

dance, sender sticks a hand out to receiver and invites them to dance.

dip, sender skinny dips in front of receiver and invites them to join.

dog, sender's dog pulls them in receiver's direction.

drive, sender drives receiver somewhere in their car.

drag, sender drags receiver into a room and closes the door behind them.

draw, sender draws receiver like one of their french girls.

face, sender turns receiver's face towards them.

flower, sender gives receiver a flower.

footsie, sender initiates footsie with receiver under the table.

forehead, sender presses their forehead against receiver's.

grab, sender grabs receiver's wrist to stop them from leaving.

jump, sender jumps onto receiver's back.

kiss, sender kisses receiver.

link, sender links arms with receiver while walking.

massage, sender offers receiver a massage.

patch, sender patches up receiver's wounds.

piano, sender teaches receiver how to play the piano.

pin, sender pins receiver's hands behind their back.

pluck, sender plucks something out of receiver's hair.

press, sender presses receiver against a wall.

propose, sender proposes to receiver.

quiet, sender gestures for receiver to be quiet.

rest, sender rests their head on receiver's shoulder.

serenade, sender serenades receiver with a song.

sign, sender walks into a sign and receiver sees.

size, sender measures the size of their hand against receiver's.

shoes, sender removes receiver's shoes for them.

sun, sender rubs sunblock onto receiver's back.

tattoo, sender gives receiver a tattoo.

tie, sender helps tie receiver's tie.

tuck, sender tucks receiver's hair behind their ear.

umbrella, sender lets receiver under their umbrella.

warning, sender presses a knife against receiver's neck as a warning.

zip, sender needs receiver's help to zip up the back of their dress.

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𝚅𝙰𝚁𝙸𝙾𝚄𝚂 " 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙽𝚃𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 " 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂!

below is a list of starters from both sides of the conversation , with prompts geared toward scenes involving some sort of confrontation. prompts rage from friendly to not so friendly. please consider following for more prompts and please do not steal!

❛ i can't believe you hid this from me. ❜

❛ that's it. we need to talk about this. right here. right now. ❜

❛ don't see how we can get around talking about this anymore. ❜

❛ you can't just keep avoiding me! ❜

❛ i'm not leaving until we talk about this. ❜

❛ come on just . . . talk to me. ❜

❛ all this time . . . and it was all a lie? ❜

❛ i trusted you. ❜

❛ did you think i wasn't going to notice? ❜

❛ start talking. now. ❜

❛ when are you going to stop lying to me? ❜

❛ i just wanna talk. ❜

❛ can we talk about this? please? ❜

❛ i came to talk this out. ❜

❛ you and i can work this thing out. ❜

❛ enough lies. tell me the truth! ❜

❛ i just wanna know what happened. ❜

❛ you can tell me. ❜

❛ just . . . start from the beginning. ❜

❛ are we gonna talk about this like grownups? ❜

❛ can you just be an adult about this for once?! ❜

❛ i didn't think it was gonna be so hard to talk about it. ❜

❛ i don't wanna talk about it. ❜

❛ i said leave it alone! ❜

❛ it's not that simple. ❜

❛ can we just . . . not talk about this right now? ❜

❛ i didn't want to see you get hurt. ❜

❛ okay fine. you wanna talk about it? here it is , ❜

❛ i kinda hoped you would just ignore it. ❜

❛ okay , fine just . . promise you won't get mad. ❜

❛ i don't wanna lie to you. ❜

❛ i wish it were that simple. ❜

❛ we passed the talking stage a long time ago. ❜

❛ the truth is more painful. ❜

❛ the beginnings , still a little hazy. ❜

❛ stop saying i'm not taking this seriously! ❜

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🐝  *  ―  𝑷𝑳𝑨𝑻𝑶𝑵𝑰𝑪 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.

❛  you've been my best friend for years, what made you think it would change now?  ❜ ❛  i'm always here for you if you need me.  ❜ ❛  well, that's what friends are for.  ❜ ❛  remember, i'm always just one call away.  ❜ ❛  how long have we known each other now? i know you better than you know yourself.  ❜ ❛  you're an idiot most of the time, but you're my idiot.  ❜ ❛  do you want to come over and watch movies tonight? i could use some company.  ❜ ❛  you always know how to cheer me up.  ❜ ❛  i made you your favorite food.  ❜ ❛  i know it's 2 a.m. but i really need someone to talk to. are you awake?  ❜ ❛  remember when we used to build blanket forts? let's do it again.  ❜ ❛  please come to this family dinner with me. my family already loves you and i need some neutral person there with me.  ❜ ❛  here, i got you something. i saw it at the shop and it reminded me of you.  ❜ ❛  do you remember that promise we made to each other when we were kids?  ❜ ❛  i'm so grateful to have you in my life. you mean the world to me.  ❜ ❛  i don't need advice right now, just a friend to listen.  ❜ ❛  you're the best friend one could ever ask for.  ❜ ❛  hey, umm ... thank you for being my friend.  ❜ ❛  you don't have to go through this alone. i'm here for you.  ❜ ❛  want to grab a coffee and catch up?  ❜ ❛  we may not talk every day anymore, but i still consider you my friend.  ❜ ❛  i can stay and help you finish this if you want.  ❜ ❛  you've got this. i believe in you!  ❜ ❛  how about we plan a game night this weekend?  ❜ ❛  do you ever wonder what our lives will be like in ten years?  ❜ ❛  no matter what happens, you'll always have me.  ❜ ❛  you don't have to pretend with me. i like you just the way you are.  ❜ ❛  consider it ... a little friendly competition.  ❜ ❛  thank you, you always know how to make me laugh.  ❜ ❛  i can't believe how far we've come together.  ❜ ❛  just stay put, i'll be over in a minute.  ❜ ❛  i've got us tickets for that concert/movies/exhibition you wanted to go to.  ❜ ❛  how about a road trip? just like old times ...  ❜ ❛  i really appreciate you staying in my life all these years.  ❜ ❛  i don't know what i'd do without you.  ❜ ❛  you can tell me if something is bothering you.  ❜ ❛  race you to the end of the street!  ❜ ❛  bet you can't beat me at this game. i'm a pro.  ❜ ❛  i challenge you to a cooking contest. loser has to buy dinner for the next week.  ❜ ❛  you've been such a great friend, and i just wanted to say thanks.  ❜

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