Gen Texts !

[1sts]

texting meme You’ve got your TFLN, you’ve got your sexting, now here’s the meme for all those gen texts, phone calls, voicemails, pictures of your cats, and whatever else your little heart can come up with, because who doesn't like a little old fashioned friendly texting. (Or enemy texting, if that's more your bag.) instructions: What it says on the tin! Leave a comment with your character, include preferences, a start, absolutely nothing or whatever you want. Run around and reply to others. Lather, rinse, repeat.

Comments

[on_ur_left]

U & Pepper have the same taste. Thats frightening. Also u kno Im gonna tell him dove & c what he does.

[theycalledmeacurse]

Go ahead. I trust my husband. He's heard me rant about chocolate. Let's see how well he paid attention.

[as soon as the text is sent, she informs Bucky that he's not allowed to help Steve. or else. don't mess with your pregnant sister-in-law, buddy.]

[on_ur_left]

[It's a half-hour before the next text comes.]

Tony said this is a test, & handed my phone back after wiping your messages. Plz just tell me what I'm supposed to get.

[theycalledmeacurse]

Chocolate. We discussed this already.

You can ask Bucky for a hint. He's allowed to give you one. But just one.

[sorry Steve, she knows you've had a hard day at the office, but she's the size of a whale and is taking joy where she can find it.]

[on_ur_left]

...he says NOT DOVE. Thnx. I KNEW that.

Anything else we need while I'm out?

[theycalledmeacurse]

[even the neighbors down the street can hear her laughing at that]

Bacon. Eggs. Apparently I'm craving breakfast.

[on_ur_left]

Bacon & eggs aren't strictly breakfast. Pancakes are strictly breakfast.

... You're gonna want pancakes now aren't you.

[theycalledmeacurse]

...maybe.

[on_ur_left]

Do you want to make them, or should I stop and grab an order?

[theycalledmeacurse]

I'll make them! I want to put chocolate chips in mine.

...can you pick up a bag of those too, please?

[on_ur_left]

Of course you do. <3

Do you want some of those Lindt truffles? They have a bunch of different flavors. Lime? White chocolate? Other?

[He's also getting her several bars of Lindt chocolate. Because after thinking about it, he knows her preferences. Tests are just hard, okay?]

[theycalledmeacurse]

I love you. Which means yes, truffles please. Maybe some white? Or dark. Or milk.... An assorted bag might be easier.

[He's her favorite superhusband right at that moment.]

[on_ur_left]

Right, I'll just get a lot. Not like they won't get eaten eventually anyway.

[He'd better be. Her only other option is Bucky, and clearly he's good for nothing.]

[theycalledmeacurse]

Oh, they'll get eaten. Possibly on ice cream at 3am.

[Bucky gets to pull his weight in babysitting once she pops. He just doesn't know it yet.]

[on_ur_left]

It's nice when cashiers are friendly and understanding. Girl's eyebrows kept raising at all the chocolate. Told her "my wife's pregnant." She told me if this is all you're craving, I'm getting off light.

[theycalledmeacurse]

You are pretty lucky that I still find anchovies disgusting. :D

[on_ur_left]

Nothing wrong with anchovies. They're too strong for me now, but I loved them as a kid.

[theycalledmeacurse]

Sugar, anchovies were one of the only things you COULD eat as a kid.

[on_ur_left]

That's... OK, that's a fair assessment. But that doesn't negate them being good.

[theycalledmeacurse]

We're gonna have to agree to disagree on this.

What's your ETA with that chocolate?

[on_ur_left]

...Soon? It's coming. Had to take a different train route bc of earlier world saving.

[theycalledmeacurse]

World saving is messy.

[Can he hear the frown in that text?]

[on_ur_left]

Clearly the supervillains are from out of town. No NYer worth his salt would ever dare to mess with the trains.

[theycalledmeacurse]

It's highly unprofessional. They should be ashamed of themselves.

[on_ur_left]

I'm gonna write a strongly-worded letter to their corrections facility. They need to be taught proper NY etiquette. Don't duck with the trains.

[No, he didn't mean duck. Autocorrect has saved him from actually swearing.]