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—— ‘bout time you goons got here !
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KATE:
❝not really picking up on the spring ideal. sorta selling it more as the back alley of an irish pub, y’know.❞
with one shoulder perching against the door frame she lets her head fall sideways at the personification of what the cat dragged in, lips puckering into a taut oval as she gestures to the couch. ❝ yeeeup. all yours. in fact i’m even more inclined to actually offer a blanket after that unintentional poetry.
—— hey. you gonna talk to me now? or are we gonna swallow it for a late dinner like usual.❞
the roll of his shoulder shrugs off his slight disappointment, opting for the wall as his choice of seat for now. one foot kicked up, leaning back with arms folded like one of those lawn silhouettes. give him a wheat straw and a tipped hat and he’s golden.
though he should’ve figured this was coming--- no way you just let a stray in with no words spoke. head bobs in silent denial, fingers begin tapping rhythmically against the feel of his sleeve. still nothing. not really anything to go by. she’s crazy, she’s kate. nothing to talk about. mind’s racing. heart pumping. then like it rises, so it drops, digits digging deep into the crevice of his arm as the missed heartbeats abscond through the singe huff blown through flared nostrils.
“ ... i could go for dinner, kate. ”
KATE.
❝ … just for the record ?
you’re one of the select few people walking this earth that i’d actually physically get up & answer the door for at this hour. c’mon. get in. you reek. ❞
“ hawkma’am, i’m honored. anyone ever tell you you’re a saint? because you’re not and step the hell aside, you know my pits EXUDE irish springs. getcha the sneak peek inside. ”
he doesn’t let the door hit his ass on the way in, instead choosing to hipcheck her with a wink as he saunters by; backpack tossed over his shoulder haphazardly and it’s just as worn as the rest of him. “ so. got a place for a weary traveler to rest his head? i have absolutely NO qualms with sharing a bed. ”
i’m also laughing because for a hot minute i forgot the elongated name for billy was ‘william’ and was ten seconds away from saying ‘billeth’
NAG.
;❛ are you kidding me? you literally just compared your mess of a room to the PRIDE LANDS? oh my god. magical maid mode only exists for one reason. ‘cus YOU KNOW – you know, that your room looks and SMELLS like
THE ELEPHANT GRAVEYARD. ❜
“ KEEP TALKING LIKE THAT, WILLIAM, & maybe the idea of throwing your BROTHER off a cliff to a herd of WILDEBEEST won’t sound so BAD. ”
I say keep going, and get him into hella huge trouble like do it
the kid already blew up his highschool, went to juvie, lived inside another person for like a year while his teammates gradually forgot about him and just recently accidentally hit on an alternate younger version of his mom like why do you want him to suffer
i don’t know what i’m doing on this account anymore. got no plots. no plans tomorrow night. tommy’s like the literal equivalent of a college dropout who’s reached a weird point in his life and i’m his angry father who keeps nagging him to get a job
THIS GUY.
“it’s from my med school’s ‘finals’ collection. totally exclusive. only released twice a year.”
“ oh, ch’yeah, med school. SO glad i got outta there, am i right? right? med school? so glad? ineverwenttomedschool. anyway, hey. ‘sup? name’s sp--er, tommy. not like “sptommy” or any- thing. it’s not spaghetti. just tommy. hey. hi. ”
i kinda got replies up the yin yang to get to on both accounts so i’mma stick to one for the night yo. maybe i’ll post some opens tomorrow tho. :^y
right now my whole life is basically a countdown till i get to see tommy shepherd’s face upon realizing he said “your sheer audacity is turning me on a little bit” to his AU mom
this is just short of ‘mentally torturing your future teammates’ on wanda’s list of worst first introductions.
“yes. that’s what i said. i am wanda maximoff.”
“ ohmygod ohmy---oh my god. oh my god. ohh---- ”
hand meets mouth to stop the literal vomit creeping up his throat, swallowing hard to keep himself steady as a mad case of meat sweats arises. hold the meat.
“ oh my god, mom. you’re my mother. oh god, i’m actually gonna hurl. this is happening. do you--do you have a bucket? a napkin? time machine? oh god. ”
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hunter is brunette sometimes in weeds? :)
yeah i got a few sets saved of that, i think it’s just hunter’s weird incredible shininess that gets me a little sometimes
fc hunting is hard and i’m not entirely satisfied just yet but parrish dons that sort of cartoon-character mannerism i see in tommy
i would almost prefer a brunette but every one i look through looks entirely too handsome or thick to really suit this idiot
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⚡ delinquick
“hey, nice kicks, man.”
“ oh, yeah. thanks. kind of comes with the job. nice, uh, rolled-out-of-the-dumpster look you’re sportin’ there, buddy. very hobo-chic. understated. so posh. ”
“STOP! stop, stop talking, stop.”
it’s the lies and the parallels and the flirtations and the talking oh god the talking and it’s all a lot, very quick, all at once, and it’s too much. palms up, flat, signing for tommy to just shut up a second, and wanda tries round two.
“i have no idea what you are talking about. my name is wanda maximoff. i’m from sokovia. i joined the avengers and now they’re the new avengers and vision isn’t dead. i’m not– not the scarlet witch, i don’t know what genosha is, i haven’t been living under a rock, and i – don’t know what you’re talking about!”
( . . . )
“ you’re... ”
joking. this is a joke. the rise of vomit in the back of his throat pleads this to be a joke.
“ ... wanda? wanda maximoff? ”
right now my whole life is basically a countdown till i get to see tommy shepherd’s face upon realizing he said “your sheer audacity is turning me on a little bit” to his AU mom
finding out youve been hitting on your hot mom like