Nonsexual Acts Of Intimacy - Select From The Following For My Muse To Respond To...

Nonsexual acts of Intimacy - Select from the following for my muse to respond to...

♔ : Finding your muse wearing their clothes

♕: Holding hands

♖: Having their hair washed by your muse

♗: Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse's lap.

♘: Cuddling in a blanket fort

♙: Sharing a bed

♚: Head scratches

♛: Sharing a dessert

♜: Shoulder rubs

♝: Reading a book together

♞: Caring for each other while ill (specify which party is which)

♟: Patching up a wound

♤: Taking a bath together

♧: Your muse playing with their hair

♡: Accidentally falling asleep together

♢: Forehead or cheek kisses

♠: Your muse adjusting their jewelry/neck tie/ etc.

♣: Back scratches

♥: Your muse crying about something

♦: Slow dancing

"This is crazy! You don’t chase criminals! You’re not Batman!"

"It wasn't my intention but if I hadn't gone after them, who would? We're supposed to be Avengers."

"Brucie doesn't notice but I do.  She leaves for the night.  She goes home after a fight.  But people are murdered.  Such pretty lips, Temptress."

"I don’t know what it is you  think you know, Doctor,  but I can guarantee that I  will not take another such  insult lightly.”

She became imperceptibly tense in her agitation, as well as waiting for him to attack her. Always on her guard.

Bruce moved quickly with determination, he shifted Tony onto his back and pressed a hand to the wound as he pulled the knife from him, "You'll be fine, you'll be fine," he repeated as he looked around him for something to suture the wound.

There was little by them, "Jarvis," he called out, waiting for the AI to respond before continuing, "I need you to call medical and send help immediately."

"└"

Tony stared down at the handle of the blade now embedded in his gut in shock. Slowly his gaze dragged up to stare at Bruce - his attacker - in blatant disbelief. Bruce had attacked him. Bruce had stabbed him. 

The billionaire stumbled backwards as blood began to seep from the wound, pain beginning to register. But his eyes remained fixed on Bruce. This couldn’t be happening. This was some kind of nightmare. He was going to wake up. Bruce would never… 

Tony stumbled again, falling to his knees.

"Bruce…"

[SIT UR ASS DOWN]

[OR I WILL PUT YOU THERE]

[U DONT KNO ME]

bannergonemad replied to your post

WHY DID YOU BECOME BROCK

[ DON’T FUCKING QUESTION ME. ]

[put that away.]

   [ mm dat brock fc tho ]