If the omega girls asked their boyfriends “ does this dress make me look fat “ do they tell the truth or lie
No joke, in my head I heard/saw:
Jon: *not even looking up* If it’s making you ask that question, it’s not the dress for you.
Colin: I Don’t think it’s the most flattering shape on you, but it doesn’t make you look fat. Maybe accessories or fixing the silhouette would help.
Jai: No, but if it doesn’t inspire you to steal the hearts of men, then it’s not for you. If you can’t imagine it on the bedroom floor, it belongs in the trash.
Damian: You have a hyperactive metabolism, I think that’s impossible. If it doesn’t feel good, let’s find another.
(Because it’s not us fitting the clothes, it’s how the clothes make us feel.)
Sorry you're not feeling well! Sending healing energy 📡⚡🛰 💖
For 🦈🚓 maybe... Silco 'threatening' Marcus in one of their meetings but after a few lines the henchmen start to notice it's 50% innuendo and veiled compliments 😂
This got way too long. Marcus and Silco being catty, annoying boyfriends.
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"You should've known better."
Marcus stares at Silco, brow furrowing. He had just been dragged partially into the office by the two burly bodyguards the Eye of Zaun kept around, only to receive a lecture? "I should've known better?"
"I heard about how you went about your last assignment." Silco's lips twitch, taking a puff from the cigar, and smoke dances with his next few words. "It must have been quite the ride."
Marcus stares at him, eyes starting to bulge. Was he talking about-
The smirk from Silco, something that'd look quite normally cruel and condescending, but Marcus can see the slight shine in his eye.
Oh, he wanted to play that game?
He watches how relaxed Silco looks on the couch. One leg crossed over the other, cigar in hand, arms resting on the back of the couch. Mismatched eyes glimmer for whatever Marcus had to say and lips curled just slightly.
The enforcer crosses his arms. "It was alright."
Silco's mouth drops out of the smirk. "Just alright?
"It wasn't amazing, like some of the previous assignments you know. But it got the job done."
His fingers curl tightly around the cigar and his legs uncross to put both firmly on the ground. "It got the job done?"
"Yes. It got the assignment done." Marcus shifts on his little wooden stool. Then he's reminded of the two bodyguards, who when Marcus glances up, are sharing a confused look. He clears his throat and looks back to Silco, who is frowning. "It was quite a long assignment, I'll give it that."
Silco doesn't miss a beat. "It's nice to see you could match the stamina for it."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Oh, that you usually grow so tired after completion of an assignment. It's good to see you could last the entire time."
"If you have a problem with my work, why don't you say so."
Silco's lips curl downwards, the beginning of a snarl. "I am saying so now."
Marcus frowns deeply, crossing his leg now too. "Should I get another enforcer in here to try and get your ridiculously long assignments done?"
"Maybe it would help keep things interesting."
"Boss-" One of the guards starts when Marcus stands, fists at his sides.
"Get out." And when Marcus face flashes with hurt, Silco is quick to add on. "My guards, not you, Marcus."
"But boss-
"I said out."
Both sets of eyes follow the two guards until they're out of the room. And then Silco relaxes, against the couch. He glances to his cigar and shifts it between his fingers. "Just alright?"
"You know it was much better than just alright." Marcus comments, moving to the door to lock it. Then turns to stare at the other man, currently blowing a smoke ring out towards the ceiling. "Did you really drag me here just to gloat?"
He doesn't look back at the enforcer, even when Marcus makes his slow approach to the couch. "It's been days since I've heard from you."
And now Marcus begins to smirk. "So you were worried." Then a pause, a smirk growing into a slight smile. "You missed me."
Mismatched eyes snap at him. "I didn't say that."
"You implied it." Silco grows quiet, no doubt chewing on a careful response, while Marcus moves in front of him. It's very easy to get into his lap, straddling him while he knows Silco's gaze is following him. Earlier on, he never would've had the confidence to do this, would've followed Silco's lead the entire way. And he still liked to do that too, but it was fun watching the slight pink rising along his partner's cheeks. "And you know, I was going to think of a few fun assignments because I missed you too."
Silco swallows, taking a long drag of his cigar while Marcus leans in. A soft kiss to the side of his throat, then another while he begins to move his tie. "What sort of assignments?"
"A long one." He wraps the tie around his fingers, smirking down at Silco. The kingpin had the decency to really blush now, though Marcus is sure he'd be getting his revenge shortly. "I finished my actual assignments. Now I have some extended leave to use up."
Silco hums and tilts his head slightly back. "Does that mean I get you for the next week or so?"
"Yes-"
He's cut off by Silco's leg rising between his own, thigh rubbing between Marcus's legs. "Good." The cigar is snubbed out before Silco's hands are cupping his ass, dragging him closer. After a quick share of a kiss, his hands turn a touch gentler. "I did miss you."
"I know." He kisses Silco's cheeks and his nose. "I missed you too. Hopefully, no more actual assignments that require me to go away."
Silco smirks, meeting him for another kiss, before descending to mouth over his throat. "Well, I think this one is going to keep you quite tied up."
