"Have you been wearing my shirts?"
Bucky paused and then turned to Tony, raising an eyebrow.
" Babe I would end up ripping it if I tried it on. And yes before you start you have muscle too. Delicious too. But I'm definitely too bulky for your shirts."
Tony frowns and tugs a little on his shirt. " My clothes are tailored to fit me... they shouldn't be this loose"
Bucky looks Tony over, " Well you have lost weight... not enough thats unhealthy though."
" I have noticed I have been more energized lately... but you know Cap makes sure I eat. I should be gaining weight with all the meals he keeps bringing me..."
Tony finishes buttoning up his shirt, tucking his gun in his waistband. Natasha laughs at the door and states, " I'm surprised you're just now noticing... Pepper hired a new chef who is actually making you heart healthy meals."
Tony scoughs moving to slide his arm into the jacket that Bucky is holding out for him. Giving him a quick peck on the lips. " I think I would know if we had someone living in my house cooking"
Natasha stares before moving to check the time on her watch. " Yes, well, he doesn't live here. He lives in the townhouse next door. The buildings share a basement, you know. Food gets deposited there. He has no access here. He has been vouched."
" I didn't vouch him. "
" Captain did. Even though he doesn't know it. He knows the chef as Queens"
Bucky almost tripped as they headed out the door. " Our chef is Queens? Awe shit that punk is gonna be tripping over himself. "
" Why? "
Bucky smirks " You know how Stevie got that Brooklyn tattoo on his abs and refuses to say why he decided to get it?"
" Yeah?"
" Apperantly... he met this Twink at his gym, and they started callin' each other those names... and well ... Queens challenged him to get one, and if he did, he would too....Punk can't say no to a dare"
" Cute so they got their nicknames tatted in the same place"
" Well... Queens got his just under his ass cheeks...and Steve said his ass rivals his own."
" Damn"
"Language Boss"
They turn to see Steve coming into the room holding a brief case. " What's got you cussing this early in the morning?"
Tony chuckled before clapping his hands together, clasping his hands to rub them together with THAT smirk on his face.
" Well I have lost weight since I've been tricked into having healthy but delicious home cooked meals. So now WE are off to meet this chef and see about setting a tailor appointment so I can get re-measured. "
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Hope yall like it! I may or may not continue this ( if someone wants to pick it up lemme know!) I kinda like a mob polycule for this but doesn't have to be.
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"Don't just throw ripped jeans away, you can repair them using these 10 cute Visible Mending techniques!!" unfortunately my friend the first point of failure for every single pair of jeans i have owned in my life has been the Crotch and Ass. Knees: fine, cuffs: fine; but 3 years in, and all that stands between the world and my astronaut-patterned taint is 0.5µm of denim worn so thin that every squat threatens to tear it to shreds like wet toilet paper. If the Tiktok craft community could figure out a way to resurrect jeans afflicted in such a way that doesn't involve adding a whole ass buttpatch like some sort of inverse assless chaps situation then that'd be great
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Obsessed with lovers and piners calling the object of their affections their best friend. Like yessss blur the lines between platonic and romantic love. show how important they are to you in a multifaceted way. Cover up your feelings with another kind of love that is just as true. One type of love does not negate the other and but tragedy can rip both out from under you single handedly, and it will hurt so much more that way. Losing a friend and a lover. Gaining both and not needing any labels for what they are. Using labels but having it be so much more than a title. Were they friends before they were lovers? Or were they lovers whose friendship grew inside of their love? Unclear! Who cares!
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You have 90 minutes to complete. (original poem: r.a.)
In participation of the MCYT Recursive Exchange 2024 hosted by @mcytrecursive!
Inspired by know that all my love will be your breath (i will save you when your lights go out)
[text under cut]
1. Have you ever been in love?
(Please circle your answer.)
a. It's me and him
b. Our hearts beat in sync
c. Our lives intertwined
2. Do you understand what you’ve done?
(Please circle your answer.)
a. I couldn't do anything
b. I lost my balance
c. I doomed us both
3. It's been god knows how long since you felt phantom hands on your neck and there is no one in sight. If you were soul-bound to him and both of you died at the same time then why are you still waiting in the void?
Please answer clearly, in full sentences.
(Not a correct answer:I just wanted to see him one more time).
4. Define two (2):
Fate | The feeling of his forehead against yours
Curse | The moment you realise he isn't linked to you anymore
5. True or False:
i. It was your fault.
ii. You wish you had met him under different circumstances.
iii. You can’t regret a single moment that you had him.
iv. You would do it all over again if you could.
v. It ended long before either of you said anything.
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Prompt 113
“I seem to have been taken hostage.”
Batman’s words almost had Superman panic if not for the wry tone, a tone which the others didn’t know if their freaking out was to go by. Clark sighed through the comms, tired after battle and honestly wanting to go to bed now.
“I’ll be right over, what child has latched onto you now?” He asked while switching to a more private channel.
“I can already hear you making fun of me…” Wha- Oh. Clark bit his lip to keep himself from laughing as he took to the air. “They appear to be a pair of twins with…”
“You gotta’ say it Bruce, you gotta’,” Clark couldn’t stop the chuckle when he saw his friend on the top of a building, cape curled around his form in a way usually reserved for the robins.
“... with dark hair… and blue eyes…” That was it. Clark absolutely lost it in laughter.
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