#him: why were you at mad at me island 🥺

[voltaical-art]

ohhhh blackwall is gonna kill me hes killing me

[thisismeracing]

Can I please request a charles dating a Greek girl *like the Korean girl you did*???👉🏻👈🏻🥹🥹🥹🥺🥺

Hi, love!!! of course <3 here you go! sorry for taking forever, I was off for a bit and just got back hihih

Here's the Charles version - I'm so sorry I read Mick idk why, but do not fear for Millie will make justice (even if she was the wrong one in the first place lol).

MICK DATING A GREEK GIRL | MS47

Warnings: mentions of food; tooth-rotting fluff; mentions of family members; not proofread.

A/n: Just a quick reminder that there are many shades, experiences, and backgrounds when it comes to greeks and their culture, what I am writing does not resume everything, but rather brings a piece of it to the table. <3

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Mick already knows Greece, but when you two start dating he's in for a whole new adventure aka getting familiar with culture, sayings, and the idiom;

He becomes obsessed with Greek cuisine. To him, everything is better when it's Greek - greek rice, greek break, greek spaghetti, and the latter let it slip during an interview, and you bet Ferrari fans we're mad for a week or so;

He would encourage you guys to visit the less tourist-centered cities and islands, instead suggesting places where you grew up or had stories to tell;

Mick would make sure to always have his camera on him and register random photos of you - he has a 'Greek girl <3' folder that consists mostly of pictures of you;

Randomly learned to introduce himself in Greek, but got his age wrong and it didn't matter how many times you tried to correct him, he would always forget and say it wrong again, so you just accepted that he was one hundred five instead of twenty-five when in Greece;

Though Mick loved the homey cities, he also loved the famous islands and whenever you traveled there at least one weekend would be spent in one of those. Athenas, Santorini, Corfu, Mykonos, Crete, Zakynthos, Ithaca, you name it, he will pack his bags at the speed of light and be ready to tag along;

He would watch movies that were ambient in Greece and ask you if things were accurate. He looved Mamma Mia and Greek Wedding;

Totally hints that he wants to have a greek wedding after you attend one together; The plates breaking? The common cup? the wedding face? He watched it all in awe;

Now when it comes to meeting the family Mick is nervous. He wants to make everything right so he will try to at least introduce himself in Greek -and he'll most likely get nervous again and say he's one hundred-five years lol it becomes a family thing, and he feels at home around your folks;

Same to you and his family that will definitely put Greece on their next vacay destination just to spend some quality family time with everyone.

Overall Mick is just super curious and open to learning about you and your culture, and will go around talking about how cool things are in Greece because he's this type of person. He's obsessed with your country, but he's even more obsessed with you.

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[babyhatesreality]

What if only ONE cookie is left (no others are in the house) who would she share the cookie with?

With her daddy’s? Or even others? 🥺🍪

What do you think?✨

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA Okay so I should be going in order and writing my other WIPs but....this is just too funny in my mind and this whole thing burst to life the second I read this prompt. @laurellaa i freaking adore you.

But I NEED it

Pairing: Daddy!Stucky x little f!reader featuring Bucky

Warnings: DDLG (SSC), f! reader, reader is named but name scarcely used, language, pouty baby, stern daddies, fluffity fluff fluff fluff.

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"DADDY!"

Bucky's head jerked around at the sound of your call. He knew you well enough to know that you just wanted his attention. You weren't in any danger. He put his book down and trotted to the kitchen to find you standing on your little step stool behind the kitchen island, looking at him expectantly, while keeping one hand behind your back.

"Hey munchkin," he greeted you with a smile. "What's up?"

"I need to borrow your knife, please."

Well. He didn't see that coming. "First off, no. Second off-"

"But I need it!"

"Absolutely not. Little girls don't play with knives."

"I not gonna play with it."

"Then what do you think you need it for?"

"Dis," you said simply, bringing your hand from around your back. On your palm lay a lone chocolate chip cookie. The look on your face gave Bucky absolutely no indication as to...anything that you might be thinking.

"That's a cookie, kiddo, you don't need a knife. Just eat it."

"No, I can't!"

"That's a first. Why not?"

"Because I wanna share it with you and Papa!"

"Aw, that's very sweet, baby. Is that your cookie from lunch?"

"Yes."

"Then you can eat the whole thing by yourself. I already told you that's okay, baby."

"But it's da last cookie before we make more and I wanna share it!" you said, stomping your foot. Bucky really tried to hold back his chuckle- your adorable consternation at wanting to share combined with the foot stomp was too cute. But even as he snickered- just the tiniest bit- he knew he needed to nip this in the bud.

"No stomping your feet, baby," he scolded gently, knowing that you were truly coming from a good place. "You know better. Use your words and tell me what's wrong, please."

You felt your face warm a bit at the mild scolding. You took a deep breath like Papa taught you when you were mad and blew it out slowly. Bucky smiled, so proud of you. When you felt better, you looked back up at him.

"I wanna share my cookie please. Is important to me. Please?"

Bucky's grin nearly cracked his face in two. "You are the sweetest sugar in the whole wide world, doll, you know that?" he said, coming around to your side of the island and picking you up, giving you a big kiss on the cheek. "Okay. We can share the cookie if you really want to."

"Tank you Daddy! Knife please!"

Not this again. "Baby, you don't need a knife to share. We can just break it apart."

You looked absolutely horrified. "NO! What if it doesn't break right? And da parts is all wrong?! We NEED a knife to make it da same, okay? So can I have your knife, PLEASE?"

"Puppy, you are way too little to be playing with knives. I told you this already."

"I not playing!"

"Okay, fair, but you're too little to even touch them. It's not gonna happen, kiddo."

"But....but...." Your eyes filled with tears. And Bucky couldn't handle that.

"Okay, hang on," he said abruptly. "What if....what if I cut it for you? Would that be okay?"

Your tear-filled eyes suddenly turned pensive. You twisted your lips to the side as you thought hard about his proposal. "But I wanna help please," you said tentatively.

"You can supervise."

"What's dat?"

"Means you can tell me what to do, but you don't actually do the work yourself."

"Oh, like you say Unca Tony does!"

"Exactly. Sound good?"

"Does I gotta wear a Iron Man helmet?"

"Not unless you want to."

"Can I has my shield?!!"

"Sure."

"OTAY!!" you squealed in delight, then hopped down off the step stool and raced away to your playroom. You brought back the mini Captain America shield that Tony had made for you last Christmas and held it in front of you bravely. "Otay, NOW you can use your knife for the cookie please."

Bucky decided that he should probably use a kitchen knife instead of one of his combat ones, so he quickly pulled a knife from the butcher block that they kept far out of your reach. "I think we're going to need a cutting board, baby..."

"I can do it!!" you shrieked in joy. You liked the idea of being supervisor but you liked helping way better. Before Bucky could stop you, you yanked open the kitchen cupboard door to the cabinet where the cutting boards were. You reached in and pulled out the big green one too quickly, causing the other cutting boards and two sheet pans to come flying out in the process, making a terrific crash on the kitchen floor.

It was at this moment that Steve opened the front door, just in time to hear the chaos. Fighting his natural urge to jump headfirst into the battle zone, he listened for a second to make sure that Bucky was with you at the scene of the crime. When he heard his husband laugh, he sighed with a grin and began to take his shoes off.

Back in the kitchen, Bucky stepped aside as you heaved the green cutting board onto the counter with glee. "Nice job, munchkin," he praised, making you wiggle your butt joyfully. "You wanna clean up the other boards and pans?"

"We gotta do dis first, Daddy!"

"What's the magic word?"

"Please!!"

"Good job. Here we go."

Bucky carefully cut the cookie into three equal wedges, making sure to subtly angle his body so you could see but couldn't reach the knife in your raging curiosity. "There we go, all done!" he proclaimed, handing you a cookie wedge. You squealed and jumped for joy, cheering.

"Good job, Daddy! When's Papa home?"

"Right now," Steve said, coming around the corner to your sheer delight. You bunny hopped over to him and flung yourself into his arms.

"Papa, Daddy did a good job cuttin' da cookie and now we can SHARE!" you shrieked, beyond happy. Steve grinned at Bucky, who handed him a cookie wedge.

"Cheers," Bucky said with a grin, tapping his own wedge with yours and Steve's. As all three of you chowed down, Bucky turned behind your back and spun the knife mid-air before dropping it innocently into the sink. Steve's eyebrows disappeared into his hairline as Bucky chuckled cheekily at him. Steve just rolled his eyes and set you down.

"Well, now that that's over, how about you clean up the other cutting boards that you dragged out, baby?"

You shook your head. "Imma supervisor, Papa. I don't do da work," you proclaimed smugly, before skipping off to your playroom. The howls of laughter behind you made you giggle.

[lawsvalentine]

Them as your Valentine

• OP Men HC • (Fluff)

Characters: Monster Trio, Usopp, Law

CW: some uggestive content, fluff, bit of humor

Cee’s Note: A bit late but Happy Valentine’s Day!!🫶🏽 Hope y’all had a wonderful Valentine’s.

Luffy

Didn’t even know Valentine’s day was a thing 😭

When he noticed you pouting and distant he was so confused until Nami practically smacked him and told him

After it was explained to him, Luffy would practically run all over the ship trying to find you

When he does find you he tackles you and wraps his arms around you in a tight hug

“Luffy what the-“

“Hehe will you be my valentine or are you still mad at me?”

Luffy won’t make big gestures but he definitely will be extra clingy and affectionate

Giving you lots of kisses and holding you close to him at all times

He will show you (more ways than one) how much he loves you 🥹

Zoro

Didn’t know that he still had to ask you to be his valentine even though you two were already together 😭

“Why do I have to ask? You’re my girlfriend”

“You still have to ask 😒”

“But why-“

“You don’t love me 😢”

Finally asked you only after you threatened to make Sanji your valentine 😭

Is knew to the whole romance thing so don’t expect huge gestures

At best he gave you flowers that he stole got from Usopp’s garden sgshdj

Even though it’s not much, he definitely will make up for it later that night in the bedroom 🤭

Sanji

Oh he was prepared for this 🤭

He asked you to be his valentine even before you even thought about it

The entire day feels like something out of a romance movie

He wakes you with heart shaped pancakes and a bouquet of flowers

Literally spent all his berries on gifts for you such as a neckace and a beautiful dress with shoes to match

After begging the rest of the crew to not interfere, he prepared a candle lit dinner just for the two of you

He is literally the perfect valentine and you were ready to get on your knees by the end of the night to show your gratitude 🌝

Usopp

Even though you two been a couple for a while, usopp still felt nervous asking you to be his valentine 🥺

He crafted a big heart spelling out “Be my Valentine” in his workshop for you

He also made you a bracelet he crafted himself

He may embellish a bit about the bracelet by telling his signature captain usopp stories sgdhdj

“Oh this isn’t an ordinary bracelet”

“Oh?”

“Yeah it was personally gifted to me from this queen from an island. It was a thank you for saving her kingdom by none other than I, the great captain Usopp!”

“🧍🏽‍♀️”

He’s lucky he is cute lol

Law

Just like Zoro, he doesn’t understand why he has to ask you to be his valentine when you two were already together

Even when you pout he still will think you’re being silly

You will practically give him the silent treatment all day and he acts unbothered by it but deep down he started to miss your presence while he worked

Will show up at your bedroom door when you least expect it with a sheepish look on his face and a book behind his back

After hesitantly taking the book, you were pleasantly surprised to find it filled with love poems

“Look on the back of the book”

You read it aloud:

“ ‘Sorry for being an ass. You mean so much to me. Even with your sass, my love for you will never flee.’”

You couldn’t help but giggle at the terribly written poem which caused Law’s cheeks to tint red, claiming he was a doctor not a poet shdhjddn

Nonetheless you gave him a kiss and spent the rest of your Valentine’s night under the sheets 😉

[lo-aksgf]

love your fics 🥺 may i request a part 2 of the where you cry in an argument? 👌 this close to swinging on ao’nung fr tho

WHEN YOU CRY DURING AN ARGUMENT

part 2 !

warnings ; horrible writing, not proofread, wrote it in 20 minutes or less, tsireya being cute and neteyam too 🤷🏻‍♀️, ao’nung and reader lowkey toxic NGL!!

notes ; the necklace that i imagined neteyam made was one of those necklaces that have the shells around it? if you don’t know what i’m talking about just use your imagination! also the ao’nung part is not nsfw so please don’t think of it like that, please and thanks 🫶

NETEYAM

it had been a good nights sleep since you and neteyam had your little argument, he laid in bed all night thinking of ways to cheer you up until he finally thought of the perfect idea

neteyam woke up earlier than usual, heading out towards the water. going on a hunt for enough shells to make you a necklace, he always noticed the bare of your neck where nothing sat, so he made it his mission to make the prettiest necklace for the prettiest person.

after he had found identical shells, he went back home to make it.

he searched around the island for you, finally spotting you and his sister, tuk in the water picking out the prettiest shells out of the handful you both had. neteyam admired that you hung out with his little sister and made time for her even when you were busy.

neteyam stood and watched you and tuk pick out the prettiest ones you liked, tuk had to go with neytiri for some reason. so neteyam finally had his time with just you without his siblings around

you were now both standing knee high in the water, “i said i would make it up to you, so i made you this” he said revealing the necklace he had hiding behind his back, you were stunned. the fact he actually made this for you had your jaw on the floor, “it’s so pretty!” you said smiling widely “like you,” he said smugly, you blushed and broke the eye contact “stop” you laughed, neteyam joining in. “turn around” he ordered, putting the necklace around your neck, twirling you around and placing a quick bit passionate kiss to your lips.

TSIREYA

it had been a couple days since your argument, tsireya had been spending all her free time around you. being extra affectionate, you knew this was because of what had happened but you couldn’t help but love this side of her.

she had even been distant with lo’ak, he kind of understood why because neteyam had told him after you had broke down and told him (just pretend neteyams your best friend here lmao)

“look! this shell is beautiful” tsireya said reaching the surface of the water, you and tsireya had little ‘dates’ where you’d both search for the nicest shells in the reef.

“new one to the collection?” you asked, she nodded smiling, you and the girl were only a couple inches away from eachother.

“can i kiss you?” she asked, you nodded eagerly even though you and tsireya had shared atleast 10 kisses that day.

you both got over the argument extremely quick, tsireya isn’t the type to hold a grudge, especially on the person she loves most.

sorry it’s short, there’s not much to write of tsireya because she loves you so she forgave you with no doubts!

AO’NUNG

ao’nung had been doing everything to try and talk to you but you were just not having it, glaring at him everytime he made his way towards you, causing him to turn around and walk away knowing you don’t want to talk.

but a couple days later he finally got the courage to just talk to you, no matter how mad you were.

“y/n!” he spoke loudly, walking towards you at a quick pace. you turning around at the call of your name

“what do you want?” you spat, glaring up at him

“i want to say i’m sorry, i did not mean to hurt you” the confidence of telling you how it was, was gone. he was genuinely upset that you were mad at him

“well if you didn’t mean to hurt me you wouldn’t have said it!” you yelled angrily, turning on him again to walk away.

“y/n wait-” ao’nung said as he grabbed your arm, earning a slap in the face from you as you turned to him. “if you want to make it up to me, stop being such a bitch” you had learnt that word from lo’ak, apparently it meant something really offensive and you finally found a way to use it.

“you’re being a bitch” he laughed, you didn’t know why he was laughing and you were about to go off at him, “no i am not! why-” ao’nung cut you off as he pulled you by the throat into a kiss, you didn’t want to kiss him but you couldn’t help it since he is still your boyfriend after all.

pulling away you huffed in annoyance, grabbing your throat from where he had grabbed it “did i hurt you?” he said in slight concern “no, just felt weird” you laughed, you really didn’t want to forgive him either but you couldn’t help it.

[bitchinbarzal]

Okay but like can we please get the part two of Mat and Mama’s fight 🥺 that broke my heart

Mat had been riddled with guilt all day long. After practice when he’d returned home to relieve Lola, your nanny of her duties with the kids.

Ivy hadn’t said much to him, silently avoiding him.

When he put Ryder down for his afternoon nap he found Ivy sitting in the living room watching Bluey on the tv.

“Hey Princess”

She looks up at him from her pile of blankets, clutching her Sparky stuffed teddy

“Hi daddy” she mumbles, her eyes never leave the screen.

He sits next to her, arm draped over the back of the couch.

“You wanna talk about what’s going on in that lil head of yours?” Mat asks, poking her head which pulls a giggle from Ivy.

She looks up at him, your eyes looking back at him as she asked “Are you and mommy not love each other anymore?”

Mat’s heart broke and he let out a shaky breath “Of course not baby, I love mommy so much”

“Why do you shout then?”

“I don’t know princess… I guess I’m just upset with mommy sometimes and that’s ok! You get upset with Ry sometimes, right?” He nudges her and she shrugs

“I guess”

“Well sometimes me and mommy get mad at one another but that doesn’t mean I don’t love her” he explains and Ivy hums in response

“I love your mommy so much ives, no matter what! Momma could be so mad at me and I’m still gonna love her so so much because she’s my best friend in the whole wide world”

The little girls head quirks to the side “she’s your best friend? I thought that was uncle Tito?”

Mat’s head shakes “Mama’s my best friend forever”

Ivy seems satisfied with his answer and goes back to her show.

That night there’s a game at the rock so you won’t be home until late. The kids don’t typically go to devils games unless one of the wives or girlfriends take them, it’s a somewhat established rule that Mathew should not attend Devils games as it can be seen as disrespectful to the islanders organization.

So it was a pleasant surprise to Ivy when Mat tells her to get ready after dinner, both kids are dressed in a devils jersey with their last name on it and the number 13.

Ryder’s in a carrier on Mathew’s chest while he sits in the stands next to a very excited Ivy who keeps telling everyone “My mommy’s on the bench! She’s a doctor!”

And “I know them! That’s my uncle Nico!”

There were a few confused and excited hockey fans when they saw him. The in house event team were having a field day once the puck dropped.

The jumbotron panned over to your family at one point and you were too busy watching the game so Nathan shouted

“Hey Barzal! Tell ivy we love the support!”

You frown until Jesper points you up to the jumbo tron. There is Mat, Ivy and Ryder all smiling and Ivy’s holding a sign that says

Go Devils, Go! + Mommy!

You smile and shake your head “That family of mine”

Once the game ends you make your way to the medical room to see to those boys choosing to come down who ends up being Vitek, Jesper and Nico.

“I saw the kids out there tonight” Nico mumbles while you do stretches on his leg.

You smile “Yeah i saw them on the jumbotron, Mat must’ve brought them — I told them to go home Ry would’ve been asleep second period and Ivy looked like she was so close to sleep”

It’s late by the time you get home, the light in your bedroom is the only one on. You shrug off your coat and take off your shoes before tiptoeing up to Ivy’s room and kissing her sleeping head then into Ryder’s room to do the same.

By the time you enter your bedroom Mat is sitting up in bed waiting for you. You don’t say anything, slipping into the bathroom to shower and changing into your pyjamas.

Once you’re finished and re-enter your bedroom Mathew is still sitting there just looking at you.

“What’re you staring at?” You question, slipping in under the sheets.

Mat smiles “My beautiful wife”

You Huff “If that’s your way of apologizing, it’s shitty”

He frowns, pulling your hand into his and angling his body towards you

“You’re my best friend, I love you and I’m sorry”

His words, while not long were heavy and you knew he meant them.

You don’t respond, he doesn’t need a reply. Instead you let go of his hand and shimmy down so your head is rested on the pillow, Mat does the same.

You’re both facing one another and he leans over to kiss you slow, your emotions pour into the simple kiss.

Every ounce of anger, sadness, lust and happiness poured into each other. Mat’s hand gripped the back of your thigh and urged you to flip on top of him, straddling his waist.

Once the two of you pulled away, giggling like school children You mumbled “Thank You for bringing them tonight, it meant the world to me”

“Lou’s definitely gonna kick my ass tomorrow, but it’s worth it — you’re worth it baby”

“I love you, mat”

“I love you, angel”

[mono-red-menace]

finny was sitting in my bed looking all sad and grumpy for a bit. i got him to look at me and slow blinked at him a few times and he immediately perked up and stopped acting grumpy. he was really like "why were you at mad at me island? 🥺" and i was like "i wasnt 🥺🥺" and he's like. "oh. okay. 🥰"

[hurgablurg]

owl house finale!

spoilers!

HOLY SHIT!!!! That knocked my socks off and really made my week!

at first i was like “aw man collector why are you willingly traumatizing people” and then its like oh, right, they’re a dumb little kid

i was SO hyped for Belos to pilot the entire island and get the shit knocked out of him on an epic scale by on reflection that would’ve killed EVERYONE, so it’s good that it didn’t happen. Props to Raine for surviving that much suckage AND breaking free AND taking the initiative to try to kill him!

I want to know King’s dad carnally. Let me talk to the agender possibly-hermaphroditic giant demon dilf. PLEASE. Wait no where’s they goin-

Luz took a LOT of aesthetic influence from her goth girlfriend for that Titan-magic form, and she is soooo valid for stealing that drip. mismagius-lookin’ ass gen z

collector learning FEELINGS and about DEATH even though the lesson about death was kind of subverted by Luz coming right back? i dunno, there was also trauma involved so maybe that will stick with him

oh and also suck it anne-clone theorists, souls are REAL. and if i had a dollar for everytime a disney show protagonist spent their body to stop an impossibly-strong threat and were later given a new meat-suit by god, i could buy a sodie-pop.

TAG-TEAM BATTLES HELLLLL YEAH LOVE ANGRY KING HE’S SO FERAL

I LOVE IT WHEN THE POWER OF LOVE AND FRIENDSHIP SAVES THE DAY

KILLED HIM. MELTED HIM AND STOMPED HIM AND CRUSHED HIM AND BEAT HIM AND KICKED HIM LIKE A GANG OF GAY ITALIAN TEENAGERS BEATING THE SHIT OUT OF A RANDOM GUY. GOODBYE FOREVER YOU PURITAN FUCK

GAY SHIT HELL YEAAAAH

collector literally said 🥺 and we love that for them BUT I AM SO MAD THAT HE WASN’T ADOPTED BY ANYONE C’MOOOOOOOON LET THEM PLAY HALO 3 AND EAT PIZZA BAGELS

goooooooood i love “where are they now endings”, especially when everyone is still TOGETHER.

POST-SCRIPT COLLEGE FANFIC TIME

i love the credits just pausing over the disney legal stuff and branding part of the credits like “oh. you’re still part of this. whatever.”

Fantastic fucking series, fantastic fucking episode!

hey wait aren’t the rest of the collectors still out there...?

WAIT WAS HOOTY THE TITAN’S PALISMAN

[burninlovebutler]

21 - Blue M&Ms // Forever Winter Series

pairing: austin x fem!oc

warnings: sad sad austin, fluffy? but in a sad way, mention of drugs, ferris wheel, mention of dom/sub dynamics, cursing always, lots of dialogue, inaccurate depictions of NY bc i live in a hell pithole lol, 18+ mdni

21/? -3k words- after showing up at austin’s loft unannounced & catching signs of a possible relapse, elsie drags him on an adventure to get him out of the house. she grasps at anything he loves trying to get a glimpse of her best friend

see masterlist/summary for background info & chapter log

pls like/rbg if you enjoyed 🥺

(again not austin!elvis, just liked the ferris wheel lol)

'I know we got our problems & it's probably me Don't you ever leave, don't you ever leave I know we got our problems & you'll probably leave I could never leave, I will never leave So hold onto me, hold on to me'

-ELSIE-

After a ferry ride that seemed to take forever, we finally arrived at the island. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t regretting the decision to visit the beach in the dead of winter, but it was the only thing I could really think of to get him out of the house, I had to get some fresh air in his lungs.

After the mania and hallucination, his mental state took precedent in the forefront of my mind, whether I showed it or not. Especially when I caught him lying earlier about being high. But I knew better than to press him further, I couldn’t risk him pulling away. I even lied to him when I said I took a break from work. In reality I had pushed back another deadline on my article just to go check on him.

He was mad, I knew that. I didn’t blame him, who wants someone showing up at your place and prying your eyes open. Or who wants to spend a holiday with someone who gave you a black eye. But I made a deal with Nox and that was the compromise. I could either leave home again or spend Christmas with him. And then it was me agreeing to stay but having Austin join as my own bargain. Nox didn’t want to be alone on Christmas either, no matter how much he masked it. So, pulling at heartstrings by emphasizing about how alone Austin would be on Christmas to someone who had the same fear wasn’t that difficult.

Not to mention since I told him about about truth or dare he oddly seemed to trust me more? Which was not what I expected at all, but I was happy that things were improving. It wasn’t a lie that Nox was doing better with me, he was. He’s doing all the things he did at the beginning, taking me on dates, leaving me notes, actually talking to me about his day and we’ve barely fought this week. That was the biggest one, it was so nice not having screaming matches with him daily. They were improvements, small ones, but improvements nonetheless.

He’s not perfect, but neither am I.

We strolled the strip with iconic Coney hotdogs. The sun descending dark reds and oranges over the skyline. “And why exactly did you want to come here?” He asked, wiping the side of his full mouth.

I shrugged, “I don’t know. Just something to do. Thought the ocean might help you relax a little.”

“I don’t need to relax.”

Right because you aren’t taking meds to ‘relax’.

He barely spoke to me the entire ferry ride here, not even cracking a joke or a smile. Do you know how hard it is to cheer up someone that grumpy?

Well, I guess I do, since Nox was a perpetual grump. “You wanna go on the ferris wheel?” I perked up, rides always cheered him up.

“I guess, sure.”

I didn’t know how I expected him to react, I knew it wasn’t going to be excited, but I didn’t think it would be that apathetic. Whatever I interrupted must've really dampened his afternoon plans.

We made it just before they closed and were the only ones on the wheel. The ride began to rise, his expression hadn’t changed but I could already sense a shift in him. A tiny one, but it was something. An urge to reach for him tingled in my fingertips, but I restrained. I remained silent for a bit, not wanting to annoy him any further than I already was.

For the sake of not watching him too long I reframed towards the setting sun on the ocean. When we stopped at the top, “The sky is really pretty.” My voice light.

“Mhm.” He replied simply, keeping his attention on the expansive portrait of the island below us.

I twiddled my thumbs before speaking again, a very familiar tension in the pit of my stomach. An anxious pit I normally felt with Nox when he was a ticking time bomb. “I uh- I brought you something.” I attempted to mask the sadness in my voice.

He just raised an eyebrow at me while I reached into the backpack I brought to carry a beach blanket. I timidly handed him a pouch of peanut M&Ms, his favorite. The dimmest light flickered in his indigo eyes for the first time all day. “Oh, thank you.” He gently took the candy from my hand.

I was really pulling out all the stops here, rides, M&Ms, fair food. All things that normally brought out the happiest version of Austin. “Of course.” I gave a soft smile.

He tore the corner of the yellow package and plopped a blue M&M in his mouth. The colors obviously made no difference in taste, but he had a preference for the blue ones. I sensed his mood shift once more. The plan might just work after all.

“You’re so funny.” I playfully shook my head.

“How?” Plopping a green one on his tongue.

“You like the blue ones, when they don’t taste any different.” My freezing hands sliding up and down my thighs for warmth.

The tiniest crack of a smile, “That’s not true.”

“Oh no?” I teased.

“Nope. Here,” He handed me a red one, “Try that.”

I took it and dropped it in my mouth, took a couple chews of the chocolate candy, “Okay, it tastes like an M&M.”

“No no, watch.” He leaned forward across the now descending car, reaching his hand to my lips, a blue candy tucked between his index and thumb. The rising thump of my heart against my ribs must’ve paralyzed any bodily autonomy because my mouth was still shut.

“C’mon, open.” Gesturing me to comply.

His words and fingers so close to my lips caused my mouth to dry up like the Sahara desert. I precariously opened up for him, my eyes glancing from his face to his hand.

“That’s it.” He reaffirmed, the only thoughts in my mind pictured him saying those for a different reason.

A flash from that night in his apartment of me in his lap praising me similarly, ‘that’s it, good girl’ filled my head. I couldn’t say this was a rare occurrence, that night haunted the back of my mind often. I suppose often isn’t quite the right word when it was almost constant. Especially when I was alone, but even with Nox. Sometimes when he was touching me, I’d find myself imagining it was Austin. Guilt and confusion filled me every time, part of the reason our sex life had dwindled.

I was never one to fall into one of those dom/sub dynamics, perhaps because my partners were controlling enough already. So, the affinity to praise was new and I only ached for more. Though, the thought of anyone else taking control or praising me was repulsive.

Austin’s fingers slow and gentle as he placed the m&m on my extended tongue. His focused eyes never leaving my mouth, if I didn’t know any better I’d say he was enjoying the sight of me opening wide for him. Maybe he’d been thinking about that night too. Whether it was the moment causing my heart to race, or if he was right about the stupid candy, I didn’t know, but that was the best fucking m&m I’d ever tasted.

“Mmm,” I cleared my throat, “You might be onto something.”

Finally, a smile spread and outstretched his arms in victory, “See! I told you.”

Between trying to rebuild my relationship with my boyfriend and monitoring Austin, the conflict of how I felt or didn’t feel took a backseat. I couldn’t be thinking of my best friend’s hands – or tongue – on me. It was precisely the reason behind the promise I made so many years ago. I found myself avoiding him because of my own confusion, my own turmoil. And I couldn’t do that, I needed to shove and bury it down so far that I didn’t feel it anymore.

I hadn’t even realized we were already at the top of our last lap, now stopped. The cart squeaked as it dangled back and forth. The freezing wind sent shivers through my bones attempting to relieve it by rubbing my hands together. I suppose in any cheap, cliché movie this would be the moment he’d offer me his jacket. But we weren’t a pining couple, and this wasn’t a movie. This was me babysitting my fucked up friend.

“You cold?” He asked.

No shit I’m cold.

“Yeah, a little.” Replying through chattering teeth.

“Here let me help.” He leaned forward motioning at my hands to take them into his own. Hesitantly, I obliged placing them in his offering hands. His hands were huge compared to mine, able to encase them completely.

“You’ve been awfully quiet.” He stated, watching his hands kneading mine for mutual warmth.

“Well, just, ya know.” I stammered. There were just so many swirling thoughts clogging my brain, I could barely think around him. “I missed you.” I replied quietly almost in a whisper, “I don’t like it when you disappear on me.” Keeping my gaze on our tangled hands.

He flickered a tender, almost surprised, glance up at me then back down to our hands. “I know.” Speaking lowly, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, I’m just happy I came to see you today.” My pitch a bit happier. He lightly squeezed my hands, “Me too.” His eyes meeting mine once again, but he lingered this time. I attempted to search them for more answers though I didn’t entirely know what I’d be looking for. I was once so good at reading him but now the only thing I detected behind the blue hues was a wall, a thick brick wall.

It wasn’t until I heard the worker, “C’mon lovebirds, time to go.” That I noticed we reached the bottom. I was stuck atop Mount Everest, trapped on the most terrifying summit that threatened to unleash some sort of avalanche at any moment. “Oh- I’m sorry.” But I was glued there, to that plastic bench.

“You comin or what?” Austin beckoned, already out of the cart and holding out a helpful hand to pull me out. I finally peeled myself from the seat.

“You’re so slow, c’mon these people wanna go home.” He chuckled.

He chuckled.

He chuckled!

He apologized to the worker and even tipped him, plucking a $20 bill from his leather wallet and handed it over tucked between two slender fingers.

There he was. There was my Austin.

After a trek across the dense cold sand, we found an empty spot and laid down the large Urban Outfitters-style blanket. The stars flickered across the navy sky above me, I folded an arm behind my head for support. Austin pulled down next to me, his hand landing his centimeters away from my free one. Pinkies one tiny movement from touching.

The silence shouldn’t have been so awkward, or it might’ve just been me perceiving it as such. Either way, it was glaringly loud. My nerves wanted to talk to fill the void, but I didn’t want to ruin the peaceful moment. I began counting stars to keep me occupied.

“I’m glad you discovered the magic of blue m&ms.” He broke the silence.

“Yes, it was life changing.” I joked, rolling my eyes.

The candy brought a concept, that maybe we were just like those stupid little blue candies. He was a man just like any other, a friend like any other, we were doing something friends do and yet it felt forbidden. On paper we were just friends but the way my body reacted was anything but friendly. We were just like the rest, but we tasted different.

Clearing his throat, he asked a question I’d been avoiding, “So how did you get Nox to agree to a group Christmas?”

“Oh, um, well, like I said he wants to apologize.” That was the truth, part of the truth anyway.

“And?” He pressed and I felt his eyes glimpse over at me.

“Well, he does want to apologize,” I reaffirmed, “But it was my compromise for staying home. He doesn’t want to spend Christmas alone.”

“Hm.” Processing the words, “So, I was the compromise?”

“Well yeah, of course.” I replied without a second thought, “I didn’t want you to be alone either. We always spend the holidays together.”

“Yeah,” His voice trailed off, “Doesn’t Nox have like a big rich family, why isn’t he taking you there?”

“Yeah, his grandpa is some sort of politician or something, he has a huge estate. Like huge.” I used my hands in the air above us to exaggerate the size. “I’ve never been there but I’ve seen pictures, it’s stunning.”

“And you’re not going because?” Propping up a questioning brow.

“Oh, right well, his grandpa invited all his brothers, but not him.” Looking over at Austin with a frown, “He isn’t impressed with Nox’s business career, and,” I paused, not having said it out loud til that moment, “He doesn’t agree with him dating me.”

He immediately turned to face me, eyebrows scrunched, “What’s wrong with him dating you?”

“I don’t know, I guess because I don’t have a fancy last name in whatever social circles they’re in. Or my own career isn’t impressive. I suppose writing online articles isn’t exactly wealthy family behavior.” I shrugged. Sometimes I suspected that was the driving force behind Nox’s behavior towards me. Because I acted as a wedge between him and his family. “All his brothers are doctors, politicians, or attorneys. And they’re all with women who are a million times prettier and more successful that I could ever be. All from high society families.”

“That’s so fucking stupid.” He replied with a grimace, “I know you’re prettier and better than them, they’re probably just basic white women.”

I erupted in laughter smacking the back of my hand into his arm, “They really are! The Ugg boots and scarfs and everything!”

He smiled at me, the most genuine I’d seen it all day. His sapphire eyes sparkled alongside the midnight sky. There was a flutter in my chest as he held my gaze, followed by warmth filling my cheeks. Thank god it was dark, I was probably bright red.

“That explains a lot about Nox though.” His focus returned to the sky. “He would come from a family like that.”

I chuckled, “Yeah, his parents are shitty. Nox is the black sheep of the four but his oldest brother, Bradley, is the golden boy of the family.”

“Wow they really set him up for failure huh? Naming his brother Bradley and then naming him Nox? They really did that to themselves.” He joked, the edges of his mouth curled into a witty grin.

God, it was good to hear him like this, playful, sassy, clever. I gave another laugh back, “Yeah I guess that’s true.”

A bit of quiet came before, “Thanks for thinking of me for Christmas, even if it is with the Grinch himself.”

I rolled my eyes and nudged him, “Shut up.”

A longer silence.

“Thanks for checkin’ on me.” His voice so raw, so authentically him. His pinky ever so subtly moved closer to mine, causing air to catch in my throat.

“No problem.”

Another hush fell.

“Thanks for the M&Ms.”

“You’re welcome, you blue candy freak.” I teased, he grinned.

Silence again.

I didn’t dare look at him, I was scared of what I would feel. Of what I would say.

“Thanks for today.” In a swift motion, he crossed his pinky over mine.

It felt like someone had just threw a fist into my stomach, knocking all the air out of me.

“Of course,” Quietly, then curling my pinky into his, “Always.”

This was eerily similar to so many experiences we’ve had before, like the night at his house when I wouldn’t take his bed. He initiated it this time, it made me wonder if he experienced the same confusion as I did.

There’s no way. A guy like him would never love me.

Love?

That’s definitely not what this was – lust maybe, but love? No, never. Not in a million years.

The thought still stood, he’d never see me that way. Not with the way I looked compared to his Greek goddess looking girlfriends. I was heavier than them, duller than them, and excruciatingly average looking. There’s absolutely nothing he could see in me, nothing he could find attractive. That shit when we’re drunk was just that – shit. He was just drunk and horny, and I was just available. Eager and available.

Since the four years since his Dad’s passing, we had so many little moments like that. Dancing, touching, asking for more than friends give – but that’s just who we were. Who we had become, friends who do those things, casually. We became that during relationships – between Josey, through my ex Michael – and various others. At some point it was just normal. Never crossing the line, until a month ago. Who had we become now? At what point is it not friendly anymore? When we’re drunk and dancing and taking off our clothes? When we beg each other to stay? When I’m in his lap and I can feel him underneath me? When his head is between my legs? Where was the line and when did we cross it. How do we uncross it if it can it be uncrossed? Everything became so fuzzy.

His fingers patterned between mine, now fully caged over my hand. “Aus?” I asked, “Don’t disappear on me again okay? Please?”

His hand over mine squeezed, “I won’t.” Some part of me believed he was lying, but it was the truth for me right now.

“You don’t leave either.” He spun it back on me.

All I wanted was to lean into him, curl our fingers together, rest my head on his chest. Even in the freezing wind and sharp whirling sand, I could’ve fallen asleep there with him.

“I won’t, not ever.”

“Good.”

Chapter 22 - Christmas Special (ft. The Grinch) - Part 1

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sparks

pairing: thor odinson x tiny!avenger!reader

request: “hii can I ask for a thor x avenger! reader where the y/n has the power to influence the elements (earth, air, lighting, fire, ice, water) can I ask that shes like short too 🥺basically theyre friends and the scenario is they're start like connecting their hands and sharing like lighting between them (if that makes sense lmao) maybe it's cute but then it could go spicy 👀 thank you ❤️” - @cc12-02

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warnings: smut, unprotected sex, swearing, dirty talk, fingering, minors DNI

You let yourself zone out the rest of the world as you focused on your favorite tv show. You were sitting in one of the common areas on the compound. It had a bigger tv, and no one else was around today.

You jumped when you noticed the channel change. Then, you realized Thor had sat beside you and stolen the remote. He looked completely oblivious to the fact that he had just interrupted you. “Hey, I was watching that” you said, reaching over to grab the remote from his hand.

He chuckled to himself before holding the remote above your head. You knew that you wouldn’t be able to reach it. If you tried and failed, he’d just tease you more. You pouted and held your hand out. You hoped he would give in and just hand you the remote. He had other plans.

“Why do you have to be such a pain in my ass?” You complained, getting up from your seat and walking towards the kitchen for a snack. He abandoned the remote before following you. “Why do I get under your skin so much?” He countered, staying hot on your trail.

You could feel your cheeks grow warm at his question. You knew exactly why he got under your skin. It was because you wanted to get under him.

It was no secret that Thor was one of the most muscular men in the universe. So, just like every other girl, you would kill to get him to fuck you, even just once.

Working with him everyday only made it harder. He was one of your closest friends and coworkers yet, you laid awake at night thinking about how good he would feel inside of you as your hand found it’s way between your thighs.

“Because you tease me all the time” you lied, opening up the pantry. He didn’t believe your lie for one minute. He had seen the way you looked at him. It didn’t take a genius to realize how you felt about him. “It’s because you’re tiny” he continued to tease you.

All of the teasing was always lighthearted, but you had heard endless jokes about how small you were.

You spun around to face him, placing your hands on your hips. You tried to make yourself appear threatening to the six foot tall giant in front of you. “I am not tiny. We can’t all be gods that tower over everyone” you told him.

He chuckled to himself before poking your nose. You were an amazing Avenger, and you were ruthless on the battlefield, but to Thor, you were adorable.

“Look at you. You’re half my size” he said, looking down at you. You rolled your eyes before hitting his chest. “Jerk” you muttered, opening the fridge. He smirked over his shoulder as he watched you out of the corner of his eye.

You began to eat your snack, and you could feel him watching you from across the kitchen island. “I’m not that small” you whined, knowing he still wasn’t convinced. He nodded his head in an “if you say so” manner.

Silently, he approached you. You couldn’t move your mouth to ask him what he was doing. You sat there, paralyzed by the behemoth of a god in front of you.

He held his hand up to you. For a moment, you sat in confusion. Realizing what he wanted you to do, you placed your palm against his, comparing the size of your hands.

Your fingers barely came up half way on his. The smirk on his face only grew, while the pout on yours did the same. “Don’t be mad. You’re adorable” he said, smiling at you.

A jolt of electricity raced down your arm. You noticed the sparks that were flying between both your hands. You could control elements like water, lightning, and fire with your hands. That meant that Thor’s thunder powers couldn’t hurt you. The energy flowed gracefully from his hand to yours. You felt a cheesy grin sneak onto your face. “Maybe you’re not a complete jerk” you said, feeling your heart do flips.

He let his fingers slide through yours, interlacing them. You felt more sparks. These were the figurative kind. It felt like you had electricity running through your veins.

You had a hard time looking away from your hands. It was the only thing making you believe that he was actually holding your hand.

You felt another jolt as his other hand landed on your waist. When you finally got the courage to look him in the eyes, you realized he was staring down at your lips. “Are you going to kiss me?” You teased, putting him on the spot.

He gripped your hips with both of his hands. “I’m going to do a lot more than just kiss you” he said, pulling you into a kiss. Your lips moved gracefully against his.

In one swoop, he picked you up and placed you onto the counter. “Like what?” You teased, running your fingers through his hair. The smirk on his face grew. “You want me to take you right here on this counter, sweetheart? No one’s around” He asked you, toying with the hem of your T-shirt.

You suddenly weren’t as cocky. You focused your gaze on his chest, not being able to look him in the eyes. “Yes please” you mumbled, quietly.

“Well when you asked so nicely” he said, slipping your leggings down to your knees. You both realized how wet you were when you saw your drenched panties. He held back all the cocky comments that he thought of.

You ran your fingers over his chest, tracing his bulging muscles through his shirt. “Please. I’ve been waiting forever for this moment” you begged him. He was snapped out of his daze and slipped his hand down the front of your panties. “God, you really are soaked” he practically moaned as he ran his fingers through your folds.

You leaned your forehead against his shoulder, already panting against his touch. You had been praying and hoping for this moment for longer than you could remember. So far, it was better than imagined.

You could feel his large digits push deep inside of you. He could tell how needy you were by the way you rocked your hips against his hand. He wasn’t the type to deny you the pleasure you were chasing.

He sped up his pace, curling his fingers and brushing up against your g-spot. “Is that the spot, darling?” He teased, continuing the action. You were in a daze of pleasure, so you missed the way his pants were straining against his hard cock.

You had barely even touched him, and he was so hard that it hurt. He got off just by watching you moan under his touch. The little pants that left your lips only turned him on more.

“Can’t wait any longer” he muttered before unzipping his jeans. He left you with your mouth open, unsatisfied. You could feel your stomach churn as his cock slapped up against his stomach. You didn’t think he would fit; he was a god after all.

He noticed the dazed expression on your face and just chuckled to himself. He grabbed your hips and waited for you to give him approval. You eagerly nodded your head. “Please,” was the only word you could get out.

Before you knew it, he had plunged his entire length inside of you. You twisted and squirmed as you adjusted to his impressive size. You felt him stretching you in every direction.

He loved the way you felt wrapped around him. You were so wet that he almost slid right in. It was like you were perfectly made for him, and he loved it.

Waiting for you to adjust, he began to slowly thrust in and out of you. He wanted to be careful, so he wouldn’t hurt you. You had other plans.

You wanted him to go as fast as humanly possible. “Oh my god…please just go faster” you begged, gripping into his shoulders. His eyes went wide as he saw you begging for him. He wasted no time speeding up his thrusts.

Each time he thrusted into you, he went deeper and deeper. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer to you. You held onto his large torso for dear life. Your entire body shook as he rammed into you.

You started to feel a tightening in your stomach, and you knew it was only a matter of time before you were cumming all over him. Before you could say anything, he nodded. “I know you’re close. Me too” he groaned, his eyebrows furrowed.

It was a good thing that the compound was abandoned today. You both weren’t exactly quiet. The noises coming from your mouths were nothing less than sinful.

You gasped for air as you felt your walls start to contract around him. It was enough to send him over the edge. You both were panting as you leaned your foreheads against each other. “Amazing,” was the only word he could mutter.

You both came down from your highs and eventually caught your breath. “How about we go back to my room for round two?” He said, cleaning you both up. You couldn’t have nodded quicker. He swooped you up into his arms before running to his bedroom.

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[cyborg-franky]

Hello 😊 i just want to let you know that the little scenario with Marco and the stowaway reader was really cute 🥺 and if its no trouble i would like to request something like that but with Thatch please 🥺 tank you ❤️

Aw thank you, I enjoyed writing it. And yes, Thatch, my love,

Thatch x GN Reader SFW Word Count: 348

- He'd spotted you when he needed to grab something from the supply room. - He saw the fruit he'd been looking for, moving the crate and seeing you with an apple clutched in your hands. - How your eyes opened wide, dropping the fruit and trying to disappear into the back. - You reminded him of a mouse who'd be caught. - He chuckled softly, hands on his hips, you were confused that the chef was amused rather then mad. - "I think you have a story to tell kid but first, want me to get you some real grub?"

-- He’d snuck you into the kitchen, sitting you at the table as he heated up some left-over stew, he talked to you, well really, he was just talking at you as you stared around the kitchen nervously. Pirates weren’t known for being nice, the fact this tall man with the big hair was so chipper and chatty was throwing you off.

“So, why did you jump on the ship?” He asked when he sat down the large bowl of wonderful smelling stew, a glass of water to go with it.

“I needed off my island, personal reasons” You shot him a look as you grabbed the spoon, pulling the bowl closer to your face.

Thatch shrugged his shoulders, raising a hand to wave off your dismissive attitude “Hey, not my place to judge, you don’t think most pirates are runnin’ form something kid?” He laughed when your expression softened.

“Anyway…”

You sighed, shoulders slumping, there was a rattle at the door, voices, more then one, people wanting to get into the kitchen, and you froze, dropping your spoon into the stew, scared suddenly. One on one you could just about manage. Thatch noticed this and got up, heading to the door, opening it just a crack.

“Oi, kitchens closed for the next few hours alright? Come back later” He shooed off the gang of people outside, closing the door and locking it.

You sighed, relief washed over you, picking the spoon back up so you could have your fill of food, making happy noises as you ate it like it was your last meal on earth. Thatch sat back down, watching you with kind eyes. “Good?”

Nodding your head, you soon finished and rubbed the excess from your lips with the back of your sleeve. He picked the bowl up, going over to the stove and getting you another, setting it down, a laugh as you pulled it towards you, once again no hesitation.

“Don’t worry kid, I’ll take ya to Pop’s he’s a good man, you’ll fit in here, we have a habit of picking up strays”

[hopeshoodie]

I got an anon ask with some big spoilers for Love Island Matchmaker, so if you havent played the game yet and still want to keep scrolling.

Also I cannot thank @bobbymckenzie enough for teaching me how to insert a read more on mobile 💖💖 thank you again 😊💕

Omg I don't know if you know this but someone on fb who played matchmaker said instead of Erikah it's Jen who causes Cherrygate??!!??? And apparently Tim becomes a LI??!!?? I'm confusion like why would JEN cause Cherrygate 🥺 she's my fav S1 girl with Talia

So I got Cherry for Cherrygate still, but here's how I think it works:

Levi is still the preferred LI, you have to explicitly tell him you're not interested for him not to pick you. If you tell him that (which I did), he'll pick Jen at the recoupling.

Then you'll couple with Mason. I'm sosososososo SO glad that the game gave me the chance opportunity with 3 stars to tell Mason "I'm interested in Talia and don't want you to get hurt feelings when I pick her next time." That was super mature and adds an interesting dynamic to Cherrygate.

THIS IS THE FUNNIEST CHANGE EVER OML: the night of CherryGate, Mason is sleeping. Talia comes over and we have the option to CUDDLE IN THE SAME BED AS MASON. so we do. Of course.

Then MC interrupts Mason and Cherry making out. I assume it's only Jen if MC is with Levi. Idk, I'm already excited to replay the game. But you have the 1 star choice to not be upset and have to earn 3 stars to be mad at them.

I feel like this is backwards because I had to earn 3 stars to graft onto Talia but then being mad at him for doing the same thing is also three stars? I just picked all the 1 star options of MC being chill with it.

But I can imagine it feeling like a big betrayal from Jen and Levi if you're with him because they were coupled before you so it seems like Levi picked you then went back to Jen.

They took out Jake calling Mason/Levi out, which is sad because his line was so iconic. Instead, you're the only one who sees them and Jake is awake downstairs. You can have a quiet moment of comfort with him afterwards.

I'm still playing through the day after CherryGate, but I LOVE the changes. I'm a little sad because I really like Jen too, but she hasn't said a single line in days. Erikah's been really sweet so far, I'm hoping they keep her that way. And Cherry hinted that she might be willing to crack on with girls, so fingers crossed that she's an LI. I haven't seen any options to crack on with Tim, but maybe that's because the game keeps forcing me to bully and belittle him.....