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‘  *  𝐎𝐒𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐍 !  ( rotreign​ . ) 

     the  ground  comes  beneath  his  feet  once  more ,  though  otto  lingers  for  precious  seconds  afterwards.  as  though  hesitant  to  release  his  troublesome  roommate  from  his  grasp —   norman  likes  that ,  &  is  thankful  his  back  is  turned  to  his  friend ,  so  he  may  not  see  the  smirk  tugging  at  his  lips.  once  free ,  a  hand  produces  a  pack  of  cigarettes  from  the  inner  lining  of  his  jacket ,  placing  one  between  his  lips.     ❝     i  didn’t  like  the  way  he  was  talking  to  you .     ❞     it  comes  plainly ,  norman  seemingly  more  interested  in  the  fumblings  of  his  lighter  than  the  conversation.

     finally  getting  the  damn  thing  lit ,  he  reaches  blindly  behind  for  octavius’  hand —   blame  it  on  the  alcohol  later ,  &  the  brisk  air  making  his  fingers  ache ,  he  pulls  his  friend  along  as  he  begins  walking.  there  was  a  diner  not  too  far  off   /   open  late ,  somewhere  the  two  frequent  during  long  nights  studying   (   or  partying ,  for  norman’s  part.   )     ❝     you  shouldn’t  let  people  talk  to  you  that  way ,  otto .  you’re  worth  more  than  that .     ❞

                      he doesn’t pull from shorter man’s grasp, following obediently behind with palms pressed together, connecting one science major to another. otto thinks about childhood, about other kids and broken glasses and bloody noses, blackeyes and other bruises.   words.  his father had hated that he let other kids do that, had told him he needed to stand up for himself, and maybe that is why he so firmly doesn’t.  “ i didn’t ask if you liked it. ”    he offers quietly, not quite argumentative, words murmured under breath, the way he might say it to his father, hushed so he can deny it if pressed.

                   he swallows. sighs softly through his nose, looking anywhere but at norman.    “ they’re just words, norman. ”   otto counters with a hefty shrug, like water off his back, even when those words, names and taunts bother him, he is not one to show it.    a firm believer bullies are looking for reaction, he has no intention on giving them that.    “ it really doesn’t bother me. ”    he insists, lie comes naturally, eyes trained ahead of them once again, discomfort written in posture, even with refusal of admittance.    “ people say things, you just can’t let it get to you. ”

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‘  *  𝐄𝐌𝐒  !  ( ostaviaeus​ . ) 

she is smoking a cigarette on his fire escape,   private indulgence she can no longer risk at home   -   terrified as she is of rubbing off on harry,   who remains mercifully innocent to his mother’s uglier habits for the moment.   perhaps she looks miserable;   there’s certainly a pensive air about her,   depth of thought bleeding into the brisk chill of east coast october,   and she had believed she was alone.   the mask comes down around him and rosie inasmuch as it can,   but she never means to make them worry.   

what norman would say,   if he knew she were here   …   if he knew this were where she had chosen to go to escape his warped business politics.   (   he often wonders whose side she is on,   and she often wishes the answer were different.   )

“     so,     ”     she begins,   anger reflected in acidic brightness;   she ashes over the railing,   remembers the look in her husband’s eyes this afternoon.   it tangs uncomfortably in her throat.     “     i hear you’re leaving us.     ”

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                      otto moves to sit, looking out, away. frustration has settled into dull ache somewhere beneath his ribs, disgusted at should-be friend’s behavior, the idea he would take a deal without discussion, without so much as a call.    he understands the business side of it, the idea time is money, that every second used was money burning and that is where norman’s loyalty lies: in what can be gained.    but it doesn’t make the situation better, the idea he is for the moment, without work, and what that might mean for he and rosie both. 

                      otto does not mask how tired he looks, the energy it takes to keep optimism is reserved for rosie, and if emily tells norman . . . well, all he can hope is that he might actually feel bad. the idea that he’ll be back on his feet in no time, he has published papers, brilliant works but some would believe them far fetched, that he was little more than optimistic dreamer.   he’ll prove them wrong, one day.    “ what did he tell you ? ”    he asks in acknowledgement, finally turning his head to let gaze fall upon her.    leaving isn’t the word otto would use, but he doesn’t correct. doesn’t feel the need, there is so little difference anyway.

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‘  *  𝐎𝐒𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐍 !  ( rotreign​ . ) 

     it  comes  as  a  surprise ,  the  way  otto  speaks  his  name.  it  triggers  a  sudden  halt  in  movement ,  the  struggle  to  find  his  feet  on  the  sidewalk  once  more  seemingly  dissipated ,  instead  replaced  by  a  keen  awareness.  HE’S  NEVER  HEARD  OTTO  RAISE  HIS  VOICE —  at  least ,  not  like  that.  not  something  so  CONFIDENT ,  commanding  of  attention.  perhaps  there  is  still  more  to  the  science  major  than  what  meets  the  eye.  so  norman  allows  his  protest  to  die  down ,  replaced  only  by  the  sound  of  his  labored  breathing   /   an  attempt  to  catch  his  breath  &  calm  down.

     ❝     …   yeah ,   we  can .     ❞     he  says  finally ,  relaxing  in  his  friend’s  hold.  it’s  only  now  the  blooming  pain  in  his  hand  is  taken  notice ,  fingers  flexing  &  letting  out  a  soft  hiss  of  pain.    ❝     you  can  put  me  down  now—   i  mean ,  unless  you  WANT  to  keep  holding  me .     ❞     it’s  followed  by  a  satisfied  snicker ,  norman’s  confident  demeanor  seemingly  returned.

                  slowly, otto lowers the other, arms still firmly around his waist for a moment longer as if waiting for norman to act up again, for him to have to grab and keep still once more, hesitance prolonging contact, before he retreats. hunches back into himself, always awkward and unsure when not doing something. as if built for science alone and anything else felt . . . wrong. he shifts his shoulders with a stiff nod.    “ c’mon . . . let’s go. .  .”

                     silence is prolonged, a mix of guilt and discomfort at the idea norman would do that for him, something that could him in quite a bit of trouble, something that could get him hurt, for otto.    there is another feeling under that, akin to butterflies in his stomach, something warm and unsure. he doesn’t know how to describe it, so he doesn’t, stays quiet hands shoved deep into pockets. finally it seems the science major finds words, something he can say that will be understood, that will get a point across.    “ you shouldn’t have done that. ”   he offers almost offhandedly, but there is something in it, that word:     shouldn’t.    he means it. 

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‘  *  𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍 !   ( rotreign​. ) 

 keep reading .

                       when he was younger, he would have been a mess, red faced and desperate to please, but oh how time has changed him.   ( even if there is a tint of pink beneath his skin. )  he suppresses the shudder that comes with touch upon metallic surface, the durga alerts senses, nerves lighting up.  he will not admit the amount of effort it takes to keep distance, how easily he could follow demand and take. but octavius is well versed in temperance, and he has plans. blame scientific mind for desire to test limits, blame a bit of sadism for what he will consider payback for the goblin’s earlier mistreatment of his work. eyes open to look up at the goblin from where his head is buried between it’s thighs   “ i do ? ”    half admittance, half question head lowers, hot breath against the other, the drag of tongue as it dips to taste before otto turns his head and sinks his teeth into the soft flesh of inner thigh. 

                      he kisses it sweetly after, peppers open mouthed kisses to soothe the mark.    “ norman waited the entirety of our freshman year in college, i think you’ll last a few minutes. ”  taunting. a challenge perhaps.   “ can’t you ? ”    he questions in mock innocence, head canting to press against the leg over his shoulder. 

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[ LICK ] >;)  ― my muse eats your muse out.

                     it’s been atop him for some time, straddling otto as it bites deep bruises into his skin, mouth anywhere it can reach. his own hands are confident, teasing along his lover’s form, grazing over chest, palm flat against it before he pushes firmly, touch guiding the other back, presses it into the mattress shifting onto his knees above the goblin.  he knows it is allowing this, knows it is very likely much stronger than he is.  but otto also knows it likes this. mouth moves over their throat now, mimicking their prior pattern, teeth teasing over sweat dampened skin, he nips firmly just below the ear sucking a mark into pale skin, a spot he knows will be visible even if norman is wearing a collared shirt. a point to prove, he is in control tonight. 

                    between the three of them, otto so rarely becomes assertive, he is suggestable at best, but there is something in his eyes, in the way chest rises and falls as he trails the barest kisses over throat, nose brushes collarbone, teeth scrape valley of his chest, down, slowly and effortlessly. the mattress shifts beneath his weight, knee slipping between their’s urging them further apart before serpentine arms slither to take hold of them. articulator shifts replacing his hand pressing flat over it’s chest, cold metal pressing into skin just enough to keep it in place as otto lowers himself further, heat rising beneath his cheeks as he brushes his lips against inner thigh. eyes locked on the goblin’s, pressing more firmly with metal arm making sure it’s weight it heavy, that the goblin is trapped beneath him before ducking his head to press open mouthed kisses somewhere far more sensitive. teasing, just enough to goad reaction, to pull whine from lips, testing limits as tongue trails upward before he retreats completely, a dangerous game but then . . . that has never stopped him before.

⟢  @rotreign​︱ prompted !

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for anyone wondering, the mood while writing nsfw content for otto is listening to arms tonite by mother mo.ther. 

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[ STRADDLE ] (reverse!)  ― rosie  sits down in otto’s lap.

                     he’s working, a constant state for octavius, glasses poised on his nose pencil in hand as he writes out notes, eyes flicking over textbooks he has no doubt read a thousand times each, piecing together information. the look of concentration on his face might be considered cute, he’d heard it enough from norman and rosie both, though it seems finishing his work isn’t in the cards tonight. a hand on his shoulder, pushing until his back is against the sheets, papers and books brushed to the side on the comforter as she slips onto his lap with relative ease. she sits comfortably on top of him, one thigh on either side of him, so warm and so close. 

                    “ rose. . . ”  he murmurs, tongue slipping to wet lips,  otto looks up at her so fondly, eyes behind glasses lens big, studying her carefully for a signal, cheeks flushed pink and warm as he watches her with just as much attention as he might give one of his projects.    he still isn’t used to this, her and him, them. the physical attention. hands move slowly, unsure eyes flicking up to ask permission as they rest on her thighs, slipping up, pushing skirt along with them. 

⟢  @englitmjr​ ︱ prompted !

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 ‘  *  𝐎𝐒𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐍 !  ( rotreign​ . )

     KNUCKLES  WERE  SPLIT —   you  should  see  the  other  guy.  would  have  been  worse  if  otto  hadn’t  dragged  him  off  of  him ,  vision  clouded ,  head  fuzzy  &  swarming  with  indignation.  norman  could  always  blame  it  on  being  drunk ,  that  would  explain  why  he  was  so  FIERCLY  possessive   /   no ,  that  isn’t  the  right  word.  he  simply  didn’t  like  the  way  that  guy  was  talking  to  his  friend !  yeah ,  that  sounds  better.

❝     let  go  of  me —  !     ❞     he  snaps ,  squirming  &  thrashing  around  in  a  hold  much  stronger  than  his  own.  the  night  air  was  cool  on  fevered  skin ,  ears  still  ringing  from  the  NOISE  of  the  party.  dragged  out  &  into  the  dark ,  blood  from  the  guy  he  clocked  staining  his  shoes ,  &  his  own  dripping  down  a  closed  fist.     ❝     octavius ,  put  me  the  fuck  down !     ❞

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                   he had tried to defuse the situation, to laugh it off before norman saw the way words made him shrink in on himself. it was stupid. just words, and otto wasn’t one to use his physical strength. an all consuming fear he may become his father if he did, but it was different when it was a friend, when that strength was used to protect instead of harm, to prevent further bloodshed in his defense. arms tighten around friend’s middle, lifting norman from the floor and pulling him back quick to retreat. between the shouts ( some of disappointment that the fight has ended, some in hopes otto might join. ) and the blood smearing on his sweater as friend thrashes in his grasp, it’s all a bit too much for the scientist to take.   ( otto has always been quickly overwhelmed.  it makes him an easy target )     he carries the other outside, careful down the steps and onto the sidewalk, an attempt to get away from the noise.   “ osborn, stop it. ”   he tries, squeezing the man’s waist.    

                  “ NORMAN. ”    he snaps, all shyness seemingly gone from his tone, turning it into something sharp, something demanding of attention, and if norman could see his expression he might catch the glimpse of surprise in otto’s features, the bit of hurt at harsh tone.

                  “ norman. ”    softer now, a bit hesitant.   “ if i put you down are you going to try to run back in there ? or can we . . . can just we go get something to eat ? ”    it’s a barter, and not a very good one, he knows. but as much strength as he has his back is starting to ache, and he really doesn’t feel like carrying norman down the porch steps again. 

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🐝  *  ―  𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐋  𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋  𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒.   (  very nsfw  !  another  random  assortment  of  various  sexual  situation.  and  ,  because  it’s  always  a  little  confusing  ,  your  muse  =  sender  and  my  muse  =  receiver.  add  *  to  reverse  the  action.  feel  free  to  adjust  to  better  fit  your  muses.  )

[ BUTT ] ― your muse slaps my muses’ butt. [ SIXTY-NINE ] ― our muses are pleasuring each other in the 69 position. [ MOUTH ] ― my muse gives your muse a blowjob. [ LICK ] ― my muse eats your muse out. [ THRUST ] ― your muse penetrates my muse. [ HAND ] ― my muse gives your muse a handjob. [ FINGER ] ― my muse starts fingering your muse. [ ORGASM ] ― my muse has an orgasm ( during sex , foreplay , etc. ). [ NECK ] ― your muse kisses my muses’ neck. [ BREATS ] ― your muse massages my muses’ breats. [ BULGE ] ― your muse rubs my muses’ bulge through their pants. [ WAKE UP ] ― your muse tries waking my muse up with kissing and touching. [ UNDRESS ] ― your muse slowly takes my muses’ clothes off. [ BITE ] ― your muse bites my muse. [ FACE ] ― my muse rides your muses’ face. [ BEND OVER ] ― your muse bends my muse over a table / couch / etc. [ SENSUAL ] ― our muses have slow , gentle sex. [ ROUGH ] ― our muses have rough , hard sex. [ TOUCH ] ― your muse feels my muse up. [ TOYS ] ― my muse uses a toy on your muse. [ BLINDFOLD ] ― our muses have sex while one is blindfolded. [ SPREAD ] ― your muse cuffs my muse to the bed in a spread eagle position. [ NIPPLE ] ― your muse licks my muses’ nipples. [ TICKLE ] ― my muse tickles my muse. [ SCRATCH ] ― my muse scratches their nails down your muses’ back. [ MARK ] ― your muse gives my muse a hickey. [ HAIR ] ― your muse pulls on my muses’ hair. [ MASTURBATE ] ― your muse touches themself in front of my muse. [ ICE ] ― your muse uses an ice cube on my muses’ private parts. [ STRADDLE ] ― my muse sits down in your muses’ lap. [ FOOD ] ― our muses eat food off of each others bodies. [ WAX ] ― your muse drips candle wax onto my muses’ body. [ HANDCUFF ] ― your muse handcuffes my muse. [ SOUND ] ― your muse prevents my muse from making any sounds. [ THROAT ] ― your muse chokes my muse during sex.

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talking to paige about otto’s back, and the temperate it would have taken to melt titanium-steel / fuse it with his spine, and the scarring it must have left him with —

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∗ 33﹕ sender  hovers  over  receiver’s  shoulder  as  they  complete  a  task .

                   he does his best to ignore the boy, tweezers pinched between fingers adjusting small wiring, the metal plating is delicate, and while otto could have had someone in oscorp’s labs building such things for him, he has taken this on as a solo project for the majority, other people are distracting, get in the way, it’s one of the reasons he had worked so hard on the articulators, the arms knew him but more importantly their sole purpose was the work, no idle chatting necessary, just the silence of his own thoughts, the sounds of progress, and on days where he felt underestimated, music.    (  it was supposed to be a quiet day, but it seems osborn has other plans.   ) 

                  a soft click as metal is snapped into place and otto takes a moment to pause in his work.    “ harry. ”    it is said cautiously, he takes careful consideration keeping irritation out of tone.    “ i need some space to work. ”    a pause, a thought longer to collect himself for what is supposed to come next, what he is sure osborn expects    “ please. ”

⟢  @osbirthed​  ︱ prompted ! 

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when margaret atwood said “i'm sorry there is so much pain in this story” and richard siken said “there is no other version of this story” and mary oliver said “you don’t want to hear the story of my life, and anyway, i don’t want to tell it”

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∗ 13﹕ sender  takes  a  [ picture / video ]  of  receiver .

                  it’s the first dinner in their new apartment, he’s being stubborn about the idea they should have an actual meal instead of ordering out, and thus has been in the kitchen for the past fifteen minutes.    she comes up behind him while he is pouring ingredients into pan, camcorder in poet’s hand and he looks surprised when he sees it but laughs nonetheless.    “ recording history ? ”    he throws an awkward smile at the camera    “ or will this be going as proof for the insurance claim ? ”    he inquires with a laugh, motioning at it with the spoon. 

⟢  @englitmjr​ ︱ prompted !

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imagine if you will, 22-23 year old otto octav.ius, 6’3”, big nerd with glasses in a button up shirt and a pullover sweater, leaving a house party. under his right arm is popular bastard norman o.sborn, under the other: college resident poet rosie murphy. they are both trying very hard to re-enter the party in an attempt to 2 v 1 some dude for making fun of otto —

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me, knowing i’m tired and shouldn’t write replies bc i can’t read: what if i . . . . do it anyway . . .

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𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 .    (  a  collection  of  100  nonverbal  action  prompts .   mature  and  potentially  triggering  themes  are  present .   add  “ + reverse ”  to  swap  assigned  roles .)

∗ o1﹕ sender  tucks  hair  out  of  receiver’s  face . ∗ o2﹕ sender  offers  receiver  a  bite  from  their  fork . ∗ o3﹕ sender  places  their  feet / legs  in  receiver's  lap . ∗ o4﹕ sender  offers  receiver  an  earbud  to  share  their  music . ∗ o5﹕ sender  comforts  receiver  in  the  aftermath  of  a  nightmare . ∗ o6﹕ sender  gives  receiver  company  in  the  hospital . ∗ o7﹕ sender  wraps  their  arms  around  a  hysterical  receiver  to  calm  them . ∗ o8﹕ sender  shows  up  at  receiver’s  home  late  at  night . ∗ o9﹕ sender  falls  asleep  leaning  against  receiver . ∗ 1o﹕ sender  wields  a  [ gun / knife ]  at  receiver . ∗ 11﹕ sender  runs  their  fingers  through  receiver’s  hair . ∗ 12﹕ sender  invites  receiver  to  dance . ∗ 13﹕ sender  takes  a  [ picture / video ]  of  receiver . ∗ 14﹕ sender  places  their  head  in  receiver’s  lap . ∗ 15﹕ sender  and  receiver  make  eye  contact  across  a  busy  room . ∗ 16﹕ sender  pushes  receiver  against  a  wall  to  kiss  them . ∗ 17﹕ sender  and  receiver  cook  together . ∗ 18﹕ sender  comes  to  receiver  after  being  injured . ∗ 19﹕ sender  sits  in  receiver’s  lap . ∗ 2o﹕ sender  lifts  receiver's  chin ,  invoking  eye  contact . ∗ 21﹕ sender  overtakes  receiver  in  combat . ∗ 22﹕ sender  finds  receiver  [ injured / bloodied ] . ∗ 23﹕ sender  straightens  an  article  of  receiver’s  clothes . ∗ 24﹕ sender  crawls  into  bed  with  receiver . ∗ 25﹕ sender  rolls  their  eyes  at  receiver . ∗ 26﹕ sender  lights  receiver’s  [ cigarette / joint ] . ∗ 27﹕ sender  is  caught  wearing  receiver's  clothes . ∗ 28﹕ sender  strikes  receiver  with  a  pillow . ∗ 29﹕ sender  writes  a  note  on  receiver’s  skin :  [ note ] . ∗ 3o﹕ sender  wraps  a  blanket  around  receiver’s  shoulders . ∗ 31﹕ sender  runs  and  jumps  into  receiver’s  arms . ∗ 32﹕ sender  shoves  receiver  out  of  anger . ∗ 33﹕ sender  hovers  over  receiver’s  shoulder  as  they  complete  a  task . ∗ 34﹕ sender  is  found  by  receiver  somewhere  they  shouldn’t  be . ∗ 35﹕ sender  curls  up  against  receiver  in  their  sleep . ∗ 36﹕ sender  is  found  drunk  by  receiver . ∗ 37﹕ sender  throws  an  item  of  sentiment  bitterly  at  receiver . ∗ 38﹕ sender  joins  receiver  in  the  shower . ∗ 39﹕ sender  is  caught  following  receiver . ∗ 4o﹕ sender  traces  one  of  receiver’s  [ scars / bruises ] . ∗ 41﹕ sender  twines  their  fingers  with  receiver’s . ∗ 42﹕ sender  barges  into  receiver’s  home  unannounced . ∗ 43﹕ sender  kicks  receiver’s  shin  beneath  a  table . ∗ 44﹕ sender  aggressively  shoves  past  receiver . ∗ 45﹕ sender  kisses  receiver’s  [ forehead / cheek ] . ∗ 46﹕ sender  pulls  receiver  out  of  harm’s  way . ∗ 47﹕ sender  is  found  sobbing  by  receiver . ∗ 48﹕ sender  locks  receiver  out  of  their  room . ∗ 49﹕ sender  brings  receiver  [ coffee / tea ]  in  the  morning . ∗ 5o﹕ sender  rests  their  forehead  against  receiver’s . ∗ 51﹕ sender  plays  a  song  for  receiver  that  reminds  them  of  them :  [ song ] . ∗ 52﹕ sender  takes  a  [ punch / stab / bullet ]  meant  for  receiver . ∗ 53﹕ sender  buys  receiver  a  drink  at  a  bar . ∗ 54﹕ sender  needs  receiver’s  help  getting  in  the  bath . ∗ 55﹕ sender  and  receiver  cross  paths  in  the  kitchen  late  at  night . ∗ 56﹕ sender  twists  receiver’s  arm  behind  their  back . ∗ 57﹕ sender  winks  at  receiver . ∗ 58﹕ sender  is  found  collapsed  by  receiver . ∗ 59﹕ sender  prevents  an  injured  receiver  from  getting  up . ∗ 6o﹕ sender  claps  a  hand  over  receiver’s  mouth  to  silence  them . ∗ 61﹕ sender  cages  receiver  against  a  [ wall / the floor ]  with  their  arms . ∗ 62﹕ sender  storms  away  from  receiver  during  an  argument . ∗ 63﹕ sender  is  found  by  receiver  sleeping  in  receiver’s  bed . ∗ 64﹕ sender  [ applies / touches up ]  receiver’s  makeup . ∗ 65﹕ sender  throws  receiver  into  a  wall  during  combat . ∗ 66﹕ sender  dances  sensually  with  receiver . ∗ 67﹕ sender  strikes  receiver  across  the  face . ∗ 68﹕ sender  places  their  hand  on  receiver’s  leg  while  driving . ∗ 69﹕ sender  pulls  a  chair  out  from  under  receiver . ∗ 7o﹕ sender  catches  receiver’s  wrist  when  they  turn  to  leave . ∗ 71﹕ sender  leaves  an  intimate  mark  on  receiver . ∗ 72﹕ sender  beats  receiver  in  a  video  game . ∗ 73﹕ sender  and  receiver  stand  in  stunned  silence  after  a  fight . ∗ 74﹕ sender  cares  for  receiver  while  they’re  sick . ∗ 75﹕ sender  and  receiver  go  on  a  hike . ∗ 76﹕ sender  is  caught  snooping  in  receiver’s  things . ∗ 77﹕ sender  and  receiver  cuddle  while  watching  television . ∗ 78﹕ sender  throws  something  aggressively  at  receiver . ∗ 79﹕ sender  creeps  up  behind  receiver  to  scare  them . ∗ 8o﹕ sender  and  receiver  go  shopping  together . ∗ 81﹕ sender  helps  receiver  [ dye / style ]  their  hair . ∗ 82﹕ sender  draws  receiver  into  a  kiss  by  the  back  of  their  neck . ∗ 83﹕ sender  is  discovered  having  a  panic  attack  by  receiver . ∗ 84﹕ sender  accidentally  injures  receiver  during  sparring . ∗ 85﹕ sender  grabs  receiver  roughly  by  the  hair . ∗ 86﹕ sender  brings  receiver  to  their  knees  during  combat . ∗ 87﹕ sender  shows  receiver  evidence  of  a  lie  they  told . ∗ 88﹕ sender  winks  [ seductively / mockingly ]  at  receiver . ∗ 89﹕ sender  yells  at  receiver  to  put  their  hands  in  the  air . ∗ 9o﹕ sender  helps  receiver  patch  up  a  wound . ∗ 91﹕ sender  holds  receiver  as  they  cry . ∗ 92﹕ sender  silently  and  angrily  points  receiver  towards  the  door . ∗ 93﹕ sender  gestures  for  receiver  to  sit  down . ∗ 94﹕ sender  pulls  receiver  into  their  lap . ∗ 95﹕ sender  cradles  receiver’s  face . ∗ 96﹕ sender  tackles  receiver  out  of  the  way  of  danger . ∗ 97﹕ sender  has  hidden  an  injury  from  receiver ,  and  receiver  finds  out . ∗ 98﹕ sender  confronts  receiver  about  their  unhealthy  behavior . ∗ 99﹕ sender  proposes  to  receiver . ∗ 1oo﹕ sender  has  just  died ,  receiver  finds  out .