🥰

🤨

She can ascertain what they're saying through context clues, the little micro expression shifts in Marc's face filling in the blanks of the conversation. Layla just shakes her head and laughs. “If you bought it, you must have papers with the deal. I'll organise your desk and your papers today.”

Oh, brother. “Do you guys not know if you pay rent every month? Marc, are we risking eviction?”

“I know it's fine, dear, but it could be so much finer! Although... Do you know if the place is ours? Are we leasing?”

She greets him with a brief kiss on his cheek. “I want to tile and grout the bathroom.”

Already up and moving about. Busy bee.

Why don't you ask them?

Shut your mouth or I'll shut it for you.

——; 𝙎𝙚𝙙𝙪𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙎𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙖𝙮... or whatever the fuck it's called...

Man, I wanna ( censured censured censured ).

She can't help a little smile. Layla, not Missus. “You said my name. Wasn't that hard now, was it?” Layla squeezed his hand pointedly, feeling more at ease with his confession. “You can have a hug any time you want, Jake.”

Layla stood still hugging Jake for a few seconds, but after noticing how he wouldn't reciprocate after tending up, she pulled away. “Sorry, I didn't mean to cross a boundary. Just... Just know I'm here if you need anything.”

Layla nods along, still caressing his hands and holding her with a gentleness she very rarely had the chance to show Jake. The news made her mouth drop open, and she gave into the urge to give him a massive hug, even if that was the most physical contact they've ever had.

Her brow furrows. Apologies from Jake were rare, and never this easy. Still holding his hands, Layla turns her head to enter his field of vision. “Something happened. What happened?”

Before lifting the ice pack, she just holds Jake's hands. “Why don't you call me Layla? Stop with that Missus thing, Jake.”

Layla enters, eyes quickly scanning the room before settling on Jake. She approaches, sitting next to him, and extends her hands towards his. “Let me see.”

She follows it, peeking inside after a brief knock on the doorframe. “Puedo entrar?” Layla whispers, offering her little Spanish she's been learning in her free time.

She was out for work, but something told her to immediately come back home. "Marc? Steven? ...Jake?"

// this interests no one but I love making this and this is how I think my muses' handwriting looks like (rogue and wally are lefties, and tim is ambidextrous but chooses to write with his right hand)

“Oh, I can definitely tell. There's no trace of that artificial sweetness that comes with other daiquiris. Gods, you need to give me the recipe, this is amazing.”

Honesty is a trait she values, and her expression has always been open. Her eyes widen and her lips upturn into a grin after the first sip. “This is really good!”

Oh, hell yeah, I love a good daiquiri.

Is it too late to join the beach day? I got held up at an equally sandy place, but lacking the water.

// putting the set event on hold because I miss Layla and she deserves a good beach day after everything I have planned for her

Tut, tut. Shouldn't a good soldier always be on guard?

He's using the distraction to snag a few carrot sticks. “Oh, grow up. It's just an extra pair of arms.”

“Well, that's just semantics!” He chases after the bowl, a second pair of arms appearing from behind him at will to help with his endeavour.

“He did, not me! Come on, Stevie, just a little bit...”

“What happened to sharing is caring?”

Summoned by the hummus.

"Well, we all knew."

It's not Set that speaks now, but rather his avatar. “He is right, you know. You do kinda look like one.”

Yawn. Big Boss has seemed to give him a little bit of a break, so it's time to go gamble some of his money away.

𝐇𝐀, 𝐇𝐀, 𝐇𝐀, 𝐇𝐀! 𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐀𝐑 𝐓𝐎 𝐀 𝐁𝐔𝐃𝐆𝐈𝐄.

He's not looking to rekindle old flames. Nephthys can rest assured.

𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊.

ᅠᅠ ━━━━ 𝐔𝐥𝐥𝐫, 𝘚𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝐒𝐢𝐟 . 𝐀𝐬𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐧 . 𝘎𝘰𝘥 𝘖𝘧 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫. 𝐃𝐂/𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐥 . #𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆. #sᥱxroᥣ. ⟳ + ♡ = ✉ ᅠᅠ

“Wake up! Daddy’s home!” 🎬 by rimed.1 on TikTok

“I can turn back the night sky.” Khonshu, God of the Moon, Vengeance, and Protector of Travelers in the Night ~ 21+ #SmutlessRP ~ #Marvel #MoonKnight ~ MV/Selectively MS Penned by #Scripturient

“Oh, wonder what Layla has to say about that one...” They go silent for a second, wincing afterwards. “And just when she was starting to like you... Tut, tut.”

Layla steps closer, head still tilted in that mocking way. “Te gusta. No puedes evitarlo, ¿Verdad? Ay, que pena me das. El olvidado de los tres.”

“And you'd risk hurting Layla for it?”

“Now, why in the world would I do that?”

“Villain? That's... A mighty accusation to make, ¿𝘯𝘰? ¿Es así como tratas a la esposa de tu otro yo? ¿O estás cabreado porque a ti no te quiere ni mirar?” Her smile turns dark, and her head tilts to the side.

They've got the ushabti. Perfect.

// i need an fc for an evil boi a