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[ SWAY ]  sender pulls receiver into a slow dance in the living room / kitchen / bedroom [ TOSS ]   sender keeps tossing popcorn/other food at receiver, trying to get them to catch it in their mouth [ SERENADE ] sender sings along to a song they associate with receiver [ EMBRACE ] sender hugs receiver from behind [ WRAP ] sender wraps receiver up in a blanket [ LAP ] sender pulls receiver into their lap [ TUG ] receiver, trying to get ready for the day, is pulled back into bed by sender [ PASS ] receiver gets an object that the sender is asking for [ FEED ] sender offers receiver a spoonful of what they’re cooking so receiver can taste it [ STEAM ] sender joins receiver in the shower [ HUG ] sender embraces receiver, burying their face in receiver’s chest [ SMOOCH ] sender kisses receiver on the cheek / forehead / nose [ KISS ] receiver stops what they’re doing to kiss sender [ MASSAGE ] sender rubs receiver’s back [ SCRATCH ] sender gently scratches their nails across receiver’s back / scalp / wherever [ TICKLE ] sender tickles receiver [ GRAPPLE ] sender manages to pin receiver while play-wrestling [ NAP ] while receiver is resting, sender joins them in bed & cuddles up close [ SHARE ] sender, seeing that receiver is cold, wraps their jacket around them [ CARESS ] sender strokes receiver’s cheek [ TRAIL ] sender runs their finger down receiver’s spine [ ADJUST ] sender fixes receiver’s tie / necklace / article of clothing [ PAMPER ] sender does receiver’s makeup [ LIFT ] sender picks up receiver [ READ ] sender reads aloud to receiver [ RECITE ] sender quotes a poem that reminds them of receiver [ TUCK ] receiver tucks sender into bed [ CREATE ] sender & receiver do something artistic together [ PAINT ] while painting a room, sender starts a paint fight with receiver [ COFFEE ] sender gives receiver a cup of coffee [ STEAL ] while sharing a meal, sender steals a bite of receiver’s food [ PORTRAIT ] sender does a photoshoot of receiver [ GIFT ] sender gives receiver a present (specify) [ GAZE ] sender & receiver stargaze [ WINDOW ] sender climbs through receiver’s window [ BRUSH ] sender brushes / styles receiver’s hair [ TILT ] sender uses two fingers to lift receiver’s chin to look them in the eye [ NUZZLE ] sender presses their face into receiver’s neck [ CARE ] sender nurses a sick / injured receiver

# ANGELINA JOLIE ━━ Mr. and Mrs. Smith [2005]

frankie’s jaw tightened before she could stop it. not because charlie wanted her, but because frankie wanted her back, MORE than they had any business wanting anyone. but hearing charlie talk about herself like that, like she was just a body to pass off to whoever would take her, made frankie feel sick. “don’t,” she said, sharper than she meant to. then, quietl:, “don’t find someone else.” their eyes stayed on charlie’s face, taking in the exhaustion, the anger, everything she kept trying to dress up as control. “i’m not saying no because i DON’T want you. you know i want you. but i’m not gonna be another place you go to disappear for an hour.” her gaze dipped for half a second, fury twisting hot in her stomach at the thought of gabriel. “he’s a piece of shit, charlie. and i know you HATE hearing that from me, but i’m tired of pretending i don’t notice what he does to you.” frankie stepped closer, careful not to crowd her. “so STAY. not to fuck. not to prove anything. just stay here with me.”

charlie would never admit it, but she relied too much on manipulation. it would have been easy to pin the blame on gabriel, this kind of rot had been part of her long before he ever entered her life. a good person, she was not. it was a realization that had dawned upon her recently, leaving her wondering if the torture her life had become was all part of a divine punishment. yes, frankie was right. gabriel was a piece of shit of the highest degree. she should've left him the very first time he struck her like any sane person would've done. but she wasn't sane. she couldn't explain what kept her anchored to him, why she couldn't just leave. instead, she found it easier to look for someone else to make her forget. someone to patch her up, mend her wounds, and then send her straight back to her cage for gabriel to break again, and again, and again. "i know." she said. two words. it was all she could force out of her throat, but it was enough to make her voice break. she felt so fragile under frankie's protective stare. "c-could you hold me? please?"

you're the smart one. reagan doesn't talk about it much, but she's actually incredibly smart. quick witted, obviously. but with a degree in mathematics, and a huge fucking sales job, and a history of a million dead end jobs trying to get her shit on lock, she's a lot smarter than she looks. and she's pretty sure she looks fucking smart. "yeah, but someday maybe you'll realize i'd make it worth your while." the comment pulls another laugh straight through her. top of my face. vico is quicker then anyone gives them credit for, and the laugh that pulls through reagan is pretty immediate. "yeah, it makes your strap look tiny." she can play hardball just as hard as anyone else. "you're so cute when you have no idea what i'm talking about."

"but i already know that too, reagan. this shit is like... a two-way street, no? i bark, you pat my head. i play along, you open your legs. easy shit." she's oversimplifying it like she always does. it helps vico avoid thinking too much. and hey, she's gotta save all her energy for her witty one-liners that will get her duck sucked. well, that and make reagan laugh. that sound is quickly becoming her favorite thing in the world. "hey, not too much on my cock. it's sensitive, you know? and when it's sad, it doesn't fuck you right. tsk, tsk. that's not good for you, babe.' vico whines loudly as she presses her body against reagan's. she buries hersefl in the closeness, letting her head drop against reagan's chest. "you're cute when you reagan-explain things to me."

"i should have been smarter back then." she shrugs, "cut it off before i left. that's why it feels like my fault." because isn't that the problem ?? if she doesn't regret leaving, then she regrets making him think he needed to come all the way out to her. and sure, she knows something vico doesn't. that his truck was packed to the gills because if they couldn't make DISTANCE work, than he was determined not to at least give her a SHOT at her dream of getting out of montana before he let her go. she knows vico gets jealous, she's not trying to make them feel like they have to compete. "if i wanted someone who knew shit about a tractor," glassy eyes focus on them, "then i'd tell you to learn about tractors." because if she's being honest, she doesn't want anyone else. she HASN'T for a while. she just wants them. "we were stupid. so fucking stupid." a beat, "and i know it wouldn't have worked – i know i didn't want that anymore." a shrug, "but planning a funeral by myself was like – " a humorless laugh, "he deserved better than THAT. he was good, even if we weren't good together." she likes having vico's arm around her. likes the way it feels to be held, even if she hates the vulnerability that it comes with. "i would've freaked out. if i were you." she shrugs, "i get it. i just really, really hate talking about it." guess you know i like you now. reagan looks at them again – really looks. eyes glassy, but certainty evidence nonetheless. "i've been serious about you for a while." a beat, "thought i was becoming KIND OF OBVIOUS, if i'm being honest." a beat, "had to threaten to mount an' taxidermy noah's head to keep him from mentioning it."

"yeah... yeah..." just like reagan, vico has been taking things seriously for a long time now. the fact that she didn't want to face it and keep her head in the sand for so long, is completely her fault. complicated is the only word for it. vico can't reconcile the fact that there's someone out therw who actually wants her. collection a million flings is easy, but managing to get a single person to want her as a permanent fixture in their life? it seems downright impossible. or it did. she sitll doesn't dare to look up, gaze firmly locked on the floor when she can feel reagan's eyes burning holes on her skin. in an ideal world, vico would've had at least a month to process this new development. and hell, they aren't sure that would've been enough time to accept that there's finally someone who doesn't think of them as a pest. she sniffles, tongue running over her drt lips as she scrambles for words. "i think i knew but uh, kind of didn't want to see it." and she quickly realizes how terrible it sounds. "it's not because i didn't want it, obviously. i mean, fuck, like... it's been the same for me but uh, i dunno. it's my first time dealing with this kind of shit." she feels like a violent dog cowering in a corner, teeth bared but tail tucked, terrified of the person trying to comfort them. she vibrates with the urge to snap or run, but ends up staying still. "it's not shit. sorry. i'm trying not to curse." vico is far from eloquent on a good day, but right now the nerves are making her tongue twist and her brain malfunction. she feels so fucking stupid. "fuck. alright. what i meant to say is that i've feelt this way about you too. just like, didn't wanna say anything because i'm not used to... this." they reach out, hand cumsy and shaky as she hooks her fingers into reagan's shirt. "this is gonna be another thing you're gonna have to teach me."

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