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Below are a series of sentence starters and actions that vary in levels of angst. Level one being the least angsty, all the way to level five being the most. (TW: Abuse, Violence, Blood)

Level One Sentence Starters ❛ I'm just disappointed. ❜ ❛I'm scared. ❜ ❛Please just trust me. ❜ ❛Why don't you trust me? ❜ ❛What do you mean by that? ❜ ❛...But you never had a problem with it before. ❜ ❛I shouldn't be here. ❜ ❛You shouldn't be here. ❜ ❛Why are you so stubborn? ❜ ❛Just look at me. ❜ ❛How long does this have to go on for? ❜ ❛I can't sleep. ❜ ❛I hate seeing you like this ❜ ❛Just hang on, okay? ❜ ❛It's okay to cry ❜ ❛I wanted to apologize. ❜ ❛Not everyone is going to hurt you. ❜ ❛Please don't misunderstand. ❜ ❛Have you been crying? ❜ ❛Tears? Seriously? ❜ ❛You're crying? How pathetic are you? ❜ ❛It's okay. Go ahead and cry, I'm right here. ❜ ❛You didn't have to be so rude about it ... ❜ ❛Stay away from me! ❜ ❛Why would you go back to her? ❜ ❛Why would you go back to him? ❜ ❛Why would you go back to them? ❜ ❛ Are you even listening to me?❜ ❛Stop acting like it's not a big deal, you're bleeding! ❜ ❛You never take me seriously! ❜ ❛I don't like you because you always do shit like this! ❜ ❛I'm just trying to help you! ❜ ❛Let me clean your wounds ... ❜ ❛It's late, why are you calling?❜ ❛How many times have I told you not to go there?❜ ❛Are you sure you're okay? ❜ ❛Liar! ❜ ❛ You think you know me? You don’t know anything. ❜ ❛ Why didn’t you fight for me? Why didn’t you fight for us? ❜ ❛ You were always the golden child. But you know what? I was the one who needed you. ❜ ❛ You never saw me. Not really. ❜

Level One Actions [APOLOGIZE] - Sender apologizes to receiver before passing out. [STAGGER] - Sender starts to stagger while they walk with receiver and eventually starts to fall. [SHIVER] - Receiver notices Sender won't stop shivering, even though it isn't cold outside. [OUCH] - Receiver notices Sender subtly wince whenever they accidentally touch them somewhere. [PANIC] - Receiver begins to have a severe panic attack. [FEVER] - Sender is visibly feverish, sweating buckets and still denying to Receiver that they are sick and need to rest. [WAITING] – Receiver waits all night for Sender to show. They never do. [NUMBERS] – Receiver notices Sender has been crossing out calendar dates with shaky hands—and something big is circled. [GOODBYE KISS] – Sender kisses Receiver like it’s the last time. Receiver doesn’t realize it is. [STUMBLE] – Sender keeps messing up small things—dropping keys, forgetting names—and it’s starting to scare Receiver. [WORN] – Receiver still wears the hoodie Sender left behind. They pretend it doesn’t mean anything. [ALMOST KISS] – They get so close to kissing—but flinch back, remembering who they’re supposed to be. [ONE LAST TIME] – Sender kisses Receiver mid-fight and says, “Just this once. Then we go back to being enemies.”

Level Two Sentence Starters

❛Were you planning that the whole time? ❜ ❛No, you listen to me. ❜ ❛You think this is easy for me? ❜ ❛Haven't you done enough already? ❜ ❛Truth hurts, doesn't it? ❜ ❛Please don't do this. ❜ ❛I know you're scared. ❜ ❛You deserve more. ❜ ❛I swear I'll do things different this time. ❜ ❛I'm ... I'm trying, I really am. ❜ ❛I said I'm not jealous. ❜ ❛I see the way you look at him. ❜ ❛I see the way you look at her. ❜ ❛I see the way you look at them. ❜ ❛I don't know what you're talking about. ❜ ❛You're overreacting. ❜ ❛You're making a big deal out of nothing. ❜ ❛What the hell was that about?! ❜ ❛What the hell is your problem?! ❜ ❛No way you're actually jealous. ❜ ❛All you do is whine. ❜ ❛I can't do this anymore. Not with you. ❜ ❛Have you been drinking? You look awful. ❜ ❛Where did all those bruises come from? ❜ ❛[Name], they don't care about you! ❜ ❛[Name], he doesn't care about you! ❜ ❛[Name], she doesn't care about you! ❜ ❛I'd rather it be you. ❜ ❛You didn't miss me at all? ❜ ❛All these years and you decided to break my heart now? ❜ ❛Please just stay with me, just for a moment. ❜ ❛Just admit that you're wrong! ❜ ❛Don't compare yourself to me! ❜ ❛That kiss ... did you really mean it? ❜ ❛I can't ever trust you again. ❜ ❛Say you never loved me. Say it! ❜ ❛Did this mean nothing to you? ...Did I mean nothing to you? ❜ ❛Please tell me that at least a part of this was real to you. ❜ ❛I should've listened when people warned me about you. ❜ ❛I know what you did. ❜ ❛Don't. Move. ❜ ❛When I let go, run for your life. ❜ ❛ You’re not even my sibling anymore. ❜ ❛ You’re not even my sister anymore. ❜ ❛ You’re not even my brother anymore. ❜ ❛ I’m not the one who left first. You did. ❜ ❛ I never asked you to be perfect. I just wanted you to show up. ❜ ❛ It’s too late for apologies now. You left me to deal with everything on my own. ❜ ❛ I don’t care if you’re my sibling—you hurt me. ❜ ❛ I don’t care if you’re my sister—you hurt me. ❜ ❛ I don’t care if you’re my brother—you hurt me. ❜ ❛ You can’t just break my heart and expect me to keep forgiving you. ❜ ❛ Maybe I should’ve let you go the first time you hurt me. ❜ ❛ I kept waiting for you to come back, but you never did. And now I can’t wait anymore. ❜ ❛ You were never there when I needed you. Why should I be there for you now? ❜ ❛ I never wanted to hate you… but you made it impossible not to. ❜

Level Two Actions [BETRAYAL] - Receiver learns about Sender's betrayal and confronts them with it. [SLEEP] - Receiver is traumatized by the idea of sleeping with the lights off but won't be honest about this to Sender. [ARGUE] - Sender and Receiver get into a heated argument about something. [BREAKDOWN] - Receiver has a mental breakdown in front of Sender. [FORGOT] - Sender forgot Receiver's name/everything about Receiver. [ABANDON] - Receiver abandons Sender. [REPLACE] – Receiver starts seeing someone new. Sender smiles and says they're happy for them. [FUMBLE] – Receiver goes to hold Sender’s hand, but Sender pulls away like it’s instinct. [MISFIRE] – Sender says “I love you” mid-conversation, but Receiver thinks they’re joking—and laughs. [EAVESDROP] – Sender overhears something they were never meant to hear—and it changes everything.

✘ ♕ ✘ This was embarrassing. There was no other way to put it. Ilya was the captain and here he was, drunk off his ass in the hotel room. He could recall (with far too perfect clarity) when he had lectured Troy for the very same thing. At least this time they didn't have a game the next day. They already played and were currently stuck in Buffalo due to the snow storm grounding all flights. It seemed the perfect time to let his depression spiral.

That is, until he started getting texts from his teammates wondering where he was.

блять.

[  Text  ]  ->  cap  : great, i'll be there shortly.

encore: for sender to initiate consensual sex the moment they're alone with receiver after receiver intentionally spent the last hour teasing sender in public where they could not react.

eye contact: for sender to guide receiver's face back to looking at sender while they're actively engaged in sex or foreplay.

love bites: for sender to nip and gently bite at receiver's body as they kiss and explore.

hands on: for sender to slowly guide receiver's hands along their body where they wish to be touched, prompting where to squeeze, massage, and explore.

shower paint: after playfully getting house paint on one another when they should have been painting the walls, sender guides receiver to the shower where the fun continues.

last hurrah: for whatever reason, sender and receiver are parting ways. but not before one last time before they go.

t-shirt: sender can be found waiting at home for receiver with nothing but receiver's large t-shirt on while standing (or bending forward) in a compromising position.

solo act: sender intentionally pleasures themself while receiver is watching. receiver joins in on finishing the job.

insatiable: sender and receiver have repeatedly engaged in sex all day, despite both having reached the point of exhaustion.

i love you: sender and receiver haven't defined their relationship status, but while they're having sex, sender slips and tells receiver they love them.

Did that matter? It wasn't like he wasn't young, what was he trying to say? Honestly, he had no idea. There was far to much going on in Troy's head to focus. Of course he had a nap, and there were some things that were coming back to memory about what happened in that dream. How did he have a dream about Kip? An explicit dream about Kip. He flushed as he thought about it. How he woke up, and looked a photo he thought he saved. But it wasn't there. What an idiot.

And now a lot of time has passed. That was it, there wasn't going to be them getting together. Or, hanging out. He fucked up, by wearing the wrong pants to have a wet dream in. And then he heard his phone, taking it out of his pocket again to read the incoming rejection.

[ Text ] -> kip : the pool?

Kip wanted them, to go to a pool? Be half naked? Wet? And hot...at the pool?

[ Text ] -> kip : Okay, i'll get ready and meet you there?

Okay, yeah it makes him look young but... so what? Isn't that what everyone wants? After a Certain age, it pays to look younger. Even Kip gets told he looks younger if he has his hair a certain way so why should Troy worry about it?

Regardless, waiting for his answer seemed unnecessary because the tickets are already purchased and the file is saved to his phone. If he doesn't come, he'll find someone else- but he wants Troy. Troy's good company.

A little more quiet than he's use to, not quite the type of partier Kip typically clings to. High energy, always filling his glass and finding the most complicated concoction to push down.

But Troy is nice...even with the past that has not gone over Kip's head. He knows about it, about his friendship with Dallas Kent, all the rumors- but Troy... he's not like Kent at all. In fact, the idea of them ever being friends is beyond him but that's a question to confront at a later time.

[TEXT : Troy -] YES! Meet me there at 8?. I'll shoot you the details!!

And they followed immediately, a screenshot of the location and times.

Come eight o'clock, Kip is standing at the gate, wristband on and dressed in a loose fit, done up button down, sandals and the swim shorts. No time would go to waist. The minute a drink hits his hand, he's joining the hot tub and allowing himself at least a couple hours to enjoy free time with a friend. Not stress over money or what responsibilities await him the next morning- though he would definitely be watching himself and his alcohol intake.

Waiting...and waiting...and waiting. Until his thumbs start to text a message to Troy asking where the hell he is, and just as he presses send, his periphery catches the long awaited guest.

"Hell- thought you weren't coming! Your ticket worked? " His phone is slid into the pocket of his shorts and an arm is slung around Troy's shoulders.

"I just got done skimming the menu and they have this daiquiri that sounds way too good. You have to keep me from getting two." He looks to Troy, beaming grin and all on show as he starts escorting him through a crowd of women both in as much as a one piece and as little as a string bikini, and the men not much different. Some had already dipped into the bar, reclined in the hot tubs or lingered on the pools edge and already, Kip feels over dressed.

"And-" he goes on, "They have a huge mocktail menu. Which is good, because a lot of places don't have good mocktails but some of them sound better than the actual drinks. I'll probably stick to that side and some nachos. Basically-" He reaches the other hand over to rest on Troy's chest. "It looks really fun! And I'm glad you're here sharing it with me... So- reclining chairs or table?"

He heard his phone buzz in his pocket, taking out to see the text from Kip before furrowing his brows slightly. He was about to answer before he heard his voice, which instantly made him swallow the lump that had formed in his throat. " Sorry, couldn't really find a pair of swim shorts." Troy gave a weak smile as he looked around it everyone. Trying not to internally freak out about the fact that Kip was draped over him, and that he wanted to just melt into the moment right now.

Troy listened to him gush about the drinks, he smiled weakly as looked down at him. "You can have as many as you want, I probably eon thave anything to drink." Mostly because he knew he had to keep his wits about him if he wanted to survive this.

Troy tried to shake the image of everything that he had seen in his dream, that he had experienced in that dream out of his head. "A cocktail doesn't sound to bad though." But the minute that Troy's hand is on his chest. He felt like his heart had lettered into a thousand little pieces. Oh fuck. He thought to himself before looking down at Kip with another week and nervous smile. " If I get a chance to sit in a recliner I'm going to take it. So I think we should start there"

"Do you want me to kiss down your chest too?"