Gen texts!

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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.

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[quivers]

I'm pretty well acquainted with the nausea that comes paired with time travel to know when I haven't.

[ She's done more hopping through the multiverse than Clint has. ]

[greatatboats]

[ IKEA is not natural, Kate. How they jam all this into one place is still kind of beyond Clint. ]

So the spirals haven't made you dizzy yet?

[ He's finally hit living rooms, but it's hard to say if he'll find the right one. ]

[quivers]

I'm not sensitive to vertigo.

Would you just get here already?

[ Not that he needs to be in a rush. She's really comfortable on this couch. ]

[greatatboats]

I'm trying. There's like five hundred living room set ups in this damn building. Cut me some slack.

[ Well, he's glad she's not making an effort to look for him. ]

[quivers]

Move a little faster and maybe I'll blow you in one of these fake showers.

[greatatboats]

You know if you don't deliver on that it's just gonna make me sad and never wanna come to IKEA again.

[ Whether they need to buy him better furniture or not. ]

[quivers]

You only get the delivery if you're fast enough. Chop chop, Hawkeye!

[greatatboats]

[ He's fast. As fast as he can be given that there are people in his way sometimes. He's not going to bulldoze a family for an IKEA blowjob. That's how you get thrown out of places before the fun parts. But he does go faster than before. Looking for her stupid carpeting and the lava lamps she mentioned before. He's a man on a mission. Not that he can tell anyone around him what the mission is. He's scared if he asks for directions someone might try to escort him there and then try to sell them some crap. No thanks.

But he makes it there. With a hand grabbing the back of the couch she's seated on as he vaults over it to land with a thump next to her. It took some doing, but he found the right living room set up. He's really wondering why anyone would want this. ] FYI this set up is ugly.

[quivers]

[ Mostly she's messing around. But mostly she doesn't think he'll actually find her anytime soon, if for the fake that Clint is just terrible with making his way around things to begin with.

So it comes as a surprise when she feels the sudden bounce of the couch with the new weight that falls upon it, her brow raising as she turns to look at him. ]

You just have no taste. [ Shut up, Clint. She likes it. ] I totally believed in you, by the way.

[greatatboats]

[ He does tend to go through them, but it's not like you can knock down human beings with consequences. They get mad and wanna fight. He doesn't want to be the guy to have a fistfight with a father of four because he shoved him in IKEA. The other Avengers already look at him funny. He doesn't want to give anyone anymore ammo. Especially Kate who would be laughing. ]

I have plenty of taste. I'm friends with Tony Stark. [ Like that somehow gives him residual taste. ] Believed in me or my dick?

[quivers]

[ Rest assured, there's always plenty for Kate to be laughing at. ]

Words of advice? Nothing turns a girl off more than a guy bringing up Tony Stark. [ She gives a bit of a disgusted look before rolling her eyes. ] I believed you were annoyed with this place enough that you'd go desperate for some compensation for being dragged here at all. And also, sure, your dick was very motivated.

[ Sighing, she pauses briefly before patting his thigh and standing up. ] Alright, come on, there's a closed off bathroom set just behind this wall. Blocked by a bookcase so no one'll go creeping. We can squeeze behind there.

[greatatboats]

[ She's not wrong. ]

Noted. [ She is right though. He was annoyed with this place enough to want compensation for setting foot in this hell hole. This place was a black hole of time sucking. He wouldn't be surprised if they stepped outside and it was the next day. It was kinda like Vegas. Limited windows so you don't realize how much time is passing. Which meant more time spent gambling. Only in this case it was shopping.

Clint gives her a look though when she decides to put it that way. He doesn't stand up just yet. Instead he looks up at her. ]

You could at least act like it's not a punishment.

[quivers]

[ She purses her lips into a slight pout when he mumbles his disappointment at her. Rolling her eyes, she snorts before grabbing for his hand and giving a pull. ]

Sorry, should I put on a more chipper persona? [ She sways, shaking her hips. ] Should I do a seductive dance to turn on little Clint Barton junior?

[greatatboats]

[ She's not one to let things go. She grabs Clint's hand and pulls him to his feet with that super Kate Bishop strength. Part of him expects her to say "Job is in the title", but she doesn't. He knows exactly how Kate Bishop feels about dicks as a whole. She's never pulled punches. ]

No. Put your seductive dancing away. But you sighed. No guy wants to hear a woman sigh before something like this.

[quivers]

[ Just because she has her opinions on dicks, doesn't mean she can't play nice with them. ]

Did you just reject my seductive dancing? That's insulting. [ She purses her lips teasingly at him as she pulls away, turning on her heel to face the aforementioned bookcase, nudging it aside to open a path to more space before squeezing through. As she'd said, a model bathroom set is arranged behind it, a little messier than the rest of the displays as if having been in the midst of progress. ]

If it was a chore, Clint, I wouldn't be doing it.

[greatatboats]

I didn't reject it because I didn't want it. I rejected it because I don't think the rest of IKEA deserves to see it. The last thing this place needs is a sea of erections.

[ He's not sure if that recovery was smooth, but whatever. It was good enough. But he follows her. He doesn't resist. He might look a little pouty though. Not because of what's coming, but he believes she's just putting in the work. He has a little trouble squeezing through after her, but he gets by. ]

I dunno. You make me do chores all the time. [ She makes you clean up when the apartment is dirty, Clint. That's hardly anything bad. ] I need to properly know you're interested.

[quivers]

[ Kate slides a glass door to expose a decently sized shower space, at least large enough to squeeze in two people with a little extra room. Sighing again, mostly for the sake of frustrating him, she turns and reaches out, clutching him by the shirt to pull him in with her. ]

Clint, you should know by now. If I don't wanna do something, I won't do it. [ When they're both well inside, she shuts the door behind them, pressing Clint into the wall. Her palms smooth over his shirt, massaging his abdomen through it. ] And yes, that includes, doing you.

[ With a smirk, she leans in, snatching his lips with her own, in a slow but firm kiss. ]