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I know somebody has definitely already done this (and I feel like I might have even reblogged it sjhgsjf) but here are my beloveds do with them what you will
MATT MURDOCK + text posts
the devil works hard but the druig stans on tumblr work harder i find new druig fics every single day its amazing i salute this fandom
THE MANDALORIAN + Pedro Pascal Tweets
MATT MURDOCK LOOKOGRAPHY RATING
(As based on Hotness, Appeal, and Overall Yumminess)
Red Suit Matt Black Suit Matt Lawyer Matt
★★★ ★★★★★ ★★★★
(CRITIC'S CHOICE)
Tuxedo Matt NYPD Shirt Matt Shirtless Matt
★★★★ ★★★★★ ★★★★★
(FAN FAVORITE)
Hoodie Matt Hobo Matt L. Jacket Matt
★★★★ ★★ ★★★★
(STICK'S CHOICE)
HIGHEST RATED: 5★ Black Suit, NYPD Shirt, Shirtless
LOWEST RATED: 2★ Stick Cosplay
CRITICS CONSENSUS: "Matthew Murdock is an absolute ethereal, beautiful, show-stopping, gorgeous human being regardless of his sartorial choices." (Certified HOT at 100%)
AUDIENCE REVIEW: "Matt ur hot af." (Certified Down Bad for this disaster Catholic man)
The Red Thread Masterlist
🔥 = NSFW 🐧 = contains metaphorical penguin shenanigans 🌧️ = contains heavy angst
The Red Thread 🔥
Ship: Matt Murdock x F!Reader
Summary: It’s said that every soul is connected to another by a red thread, and that these two souls are destined to meet. The thread, though it may tangle or stretch, will never break. That’s not your experience, lucky or unlucky enough as you are to see the strings that bind people together. A red thread is developed and grown, not born, and you’ve worked hard to weed out any semblance of crimson that might cling to you. You pay your bills, you keep your head down, and you find whatever lost people or items you’re hired to sniff out.
Then the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen tags along on a job, and your plan falls apart.
Now the longest Daredevil x Reader fic on AO3, so remember to drink some water before starting! Updates every Tuesday.
Rating: Mostly M, occasional E. Chapters that are E will be marked at the beginning of the chapter. NSFW.
Current tags and warnings: friends-to-lovers, eventual smut, slow burn, canon-typical violence, blood, kidnapping and rescue, guns, angst, hurt/comfort, no use of ‘y/n’. More tags are listed on the fic itself!
For your added enjoyment: listen to the official accompanying playlist on Spotify!
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Chapter 15 | Chapter 16 | Chapter 17 | Chapter 18 | Chapter 19 | Chapter 20 | Chapter 21 | Chapter 22 | Chapter 23 | Chapter 24 | Chapter 25 | Chapter 26 | Chapter 27 | Chapter 28 | Chapter 29 | Chapter 30 | Chapter 31 | Chapter 32 | Chapter 33 | Chapter 34 | Chapter 35 | Chapter 36 | Chapter 37 | Chapter 38 | Chapter 39 | Chapter 40 | Chapter 41 | Chapter 42 | Chapter 43 | Chapter 44 | Chapter 45 | Chapter 46 | Chapter 47 | Chapter 48 | Chapter 49 | Chapter 50 | Chapter 51 | Chapter 52 | Chapter 53 | Chapter 54 | Chapter 55 | Chapter 56 | Chapter 57 | Chapter 58 | Chapter 59 | Chapter 60 | Chapter 61 | Chapter 62 | Chapter 63
Extras/Supplementary Goodies
Requested Matt POVs of major events:
✦The goodbye letter from Chapter 9. ✦Matt’s POV of that scene from Chapter 28. (NSFW🔥) ✦Matt’s POV/feelings on you wearing his mask in Chapter 32. (NSFW 🔥 ) ✦Letters from the Road (letters sent to Matt, post-chapter 34): Letter 1 | Letter 2 | Letter 3 (Also collected here) ✦Matt dreaming of you while you’re away during the Away Chapters. ✦Matt’s POV of the 10 day period in Chapter 41. 🌧️ ✦ Matt’s POV of the mind-whammy and grinding in Chapter 47 🔥
What-Ifs:
Based on an ask: what would happen if Reader lost her memory just before coming back from her three months away? 🌧️
Fan Creations Because Ya’ll Are Amazing:
✦ Art by @electricmongrel of Beagle!Reader and Doberman!Ciro! ✦ Art by @nerualian of Matt, including one of him with a red thread! ✦ Art by @acrabbybish of Matt in an adorable penguin onesie! ✦ A series of wonderful pieces by @phantomkindalikejaiden of Matt and Red Thread’s Reader: Art 1 | Art 2 | Art 3 | Art 4 | Art 5 | Art 6 | Art 7 | Art 8 | Art 9 | Art 10 | Art 11 | Art 12 ✦ Art by ViviEkhart on Insta of Matt and Reader holding hands! ✦ An awesome playlist by @moonyinthestars on spotify! ✦ Badass art by @melodicmel of Matt with a red thread! ✦ Art by @vx-vexedvixen, who made this awesome collage!
I just realized something
John Mulaney and Matt Murdock are one in the same. Two catholic boys who are fucking done with everything and everyone.
Think about it:
Karen, in Defenders: are you done with the vigilante life?
Matt:
“Didn’t a building fall on you?
Matt:
“But you’re blind.”
Matt:
Just Matt in general:
Ur welcome
The Marvel Cinematic Universe throughout the years
Its me back at it again with more TRT fan art as promised. I played around with the colors stuff but overall I love the way they turned out and i hope you will likr them too
FDKALFJDLAFJIEOLAFJEKLAJFEAFJKLADE
EXCUSE ME
EXCUSE
ME
ME THE EXCUSE FUCKING
YOU LEAVE THIS GLORIOUS ART IN MY BOX
YOU DESTROY ME WITH BEAUTY LIKE THIS, YOU CANNOT DO THIS TO ME
LOOK AT THAT CHIN GRAB AND HER HAND ON HIS NECK, LOOK AT HIS HANDS OPEN IN SURPRISE, LOOK AT HIS HAIR FLUFF AND THEIR SOFT FACES AND THE SHEER BLISS HERE
LOOK AT THE MUSCLES HOLY SHIT matt murdock continues to be a buffet, that's just a PSA here, and this will remind everyone, GUYS, LOOK
in short, I gift thee my emotions over this beautiful art, even if all that comes out is
Hi my dear! So glad you are out of that toxic hellhole and writing again! May I please request a teacher AU with Matt Murdoch please? Fluff or smut, anything really except for angst. Got enough angst in my life 😂 Thank you!
I am glad too! And happy to be writing again, even if it feels weird haha. Here’s some non-angst for ya! Hope you like it
*gif is mine*
***
“You. Son. Of. A. Bitch,” you ground out through clenched teeth as you tried to manhandle your snack from the vending machine.
“E3, right? That one always sticks,” a familiar voice said.
You wrinkled your nose as you turned and looked at the teacher who had just walked in.
“I don’t need an ethics lesson, Murdock, I need my damn cheez-its.”
Matt laughed as he made his way over to you. You stepped out of the way of the cane . When he got to the machine, he looked over his shoulder at you conspiratorially.
“Make sure no one is looking.”
“Not the time for a blind joke, got it,” you mumbled as you looked at the door. “Coast is clear. Work your magic.”
He kneed the edge of the machine once. The force knocked not only your snack free, but another bag as well.
“You are the absolute worst,” you said in gratitude as you pulled the snacks out, offering the spare to Matt. “What kind of person teaches ethics and steals chips?”
“I didn’t steal anything. You paid money and the product wasn’t given to you. We’ll just call this a fair trade for my help.”
His grin was contagious and you laughed. He nudged his shoulder against yours gently.
“I can smell clay. Your art class is already doing sculptures?”
Your grin turned playful.
“Yeah. You should come by the classroom after school. I can show you some of my work.”
His eyebrows raised behind the red tinted glasses.
“Is that another blind joke?”
You leaned in so that your mouth could brush his cheek.
“It’s sculptures Matt; you can use your hands to get the feel for it. Who knows, maybe you’ll even like using your hands.”
The light blush on his cheeks made you grin as you stepped back.
Matt and tfaws Bucky would be disasters together and I love them regardless. Neither of them would have a full braincell between them and that’s ok I love them anyways- ∩^ω^∩
Ok but this idea has had me laughing for DAYS, because these two—I love them, but there truly would be precisely zero sense, which means Sam and Reader would essentially be left to manage the two of them and their insanity, which would be hysterical. So have this thing I managed to put together in between everything else of these two being, well, themselves.
—
The four of you were pinned down under heavy gunfire. You’d only just managed to barricade yourselves behind some overturned steel tables before the firefight had started, and now you all were crouched low, bullets whining past overhead and steadily chipping away at the plaster walls behind you. Trapped on the eighth floor, at least two of you—Sam with his wings, and Bucky with his, well, super-soldier-ness—could have taken the leap out a window, but that wasn’t quite an option when this many people were shooting at you.
“How are there this many?” Sam shouted. He tried to edge up over the table to look but a renewed burst of gunfire had him ducking back down. “This is way more than—what happened to counting?!”
“Dude, I can’t believe we’re fighting Captain America!”
“I mean, I counted the guys on the first eight floors,” Matt said, managing to look sheepish even with his face half-covered by his mask.
You and Sam turned to stare at him, and you blinked in disbelief. “D, there are ten floors.”
He licked his lips. “I figured most of them would be on the botto—”
“Ten floors, D!” you bellowed.
“In his defense,” Bucky said easily, looking entirely unbothered as he reloaded his clip, “wasn’t like we weren’t going in even with all of them. I don’t see the issue.”
“Someone’s about to throw a home-made grenade, but the fuse is too long,” Matt said helpfully. “Just toss it back when it gets here.”
“Grenade!” came a shout from across the room, and a moment later a grenade did indeed plunk down by Bucky’s feet. He reached out and picked it up, chucking it back. Panicked shouts cut above the sound of gunfire as people scattered, and then a distant thud rattled the floorboards.
“I told you not to throw those shitty grenades, Todd!”
“The issue,” Sam grit out, trying to bring everyone back around, “is that we could have been prepared if we knew how many guys there were.”
“Why didn’t you do your bird thing?” Bucky leaned up, firing off a few shots before ducking back down just in time to avoid return fire. “Coulda sent your red canary in to scope it out.”
“Redwing! His name is Redwing, and that would be great if you hadn’t damaged him trying to make him carry takeout from ten differe—”
“If we could focus on the men trying to kill us,” you groaned “that would be great.”
Bucky gestured towards the other side of the room. “Look, if you think about it, we have ‘em where we want ‘em. All grouped up.”
“Grouped up and shooting at us,” you muttered. “And I’m out of bullets.”
“I’ve got a metal arm.” Bucky waved his arm in demonstration. “It’s fine.”
“That is helpful,” Matt agreed.
“Some of us are not super soldiers!” You pointed at Sam. “Mortal!” Then you pointed at yourself and Matt. “Mortal, and in case you forgot, D? You too: mortal!”
“Jesus Christ, Todd, stop throwing—”
“Grenade!”
This time it was Matt that reached up, plucking the grenade from the air. Then he shifted and leaned around the side of the table just far enough to toss the grenade back. It rebounded off the wall, skittering its way across the floor. Once more came the thunderous sound of footsteps as people darted out of the way, followed by startled screams and a muffled bang!
“Holy shit! That was Daredevil! That was—”
“I swear to God, Todd, you throw one again—”
Sam slowly pounded his head back against the table. “Why did we think we should put these two together?”
“Hubris,” you said grimly.
Matt reached over and patted your leg.
“I have an idea,” Bucky said, nodding to himself. “So they have grenades, right?”
“Oh, you mean those things they’ve been throwing at us for the last two minutes?” Sam rolled his eyes. “I hadn’t noticed.”
Bucky glanced at Matt. “How many do they have left?”
“Eight, all with fuses that are too long,” Matt responded instantly, tilting his head to the side as he listened. “Wait—seven. Todd’s about to light another one.”
Sam stared at him in bafflement. “How the hell are you doing that, man?”
“Todd’s… counting. Loudly?”
Todd had not, in fact, been counting loudly.
Sam’s face radiated skepticism. “And you could hear that? Over gunfire.”
“I could hear it,” Bucky interrupted. “Maybe your hearing is just shit.”
“TODD, DON’T YOU DA—”
“GRENADE, MOTHERFUCKERS!”
Sam glanced over the barricade and then swung his shield up, smoothly bouncing the grenade back across the room. Predictably, there was a chorus of screams and another bang!
You popped your head up over the edge of the table. “You are not fucking Bruce Willis, you idiot! Stop throwing those!”
“That’s what I keep trying to tell him! Todd, you fucking idiot—”
Matt reached up and yanked you back down.
“Who—“
“Grenaa-a-a-ade!”
Bucky surged up just in time to catch the grenade and hurl it back, the grenade whistling through the air with such force it punched its way through two walls, goons scattering like a startled flock of birds. Then he ducked back down, throwing you a look as there was another distant explosion. “You need to be more careful.”
You stared at him in disbelief. “Really? I need to be careful?”
“I told you: I have a metal arm. I can take some hits.”
“Just tell us your idea, Buck. Please,” Sam sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“I got a good look just now and the grenade bag is just sitting there. So what if I shoot the grenades—”
“You are not shooting a bag of grenades!” Sam barked.
Matt cleared his throat. “Also I can’t kill people.”
“And it might kill us.” You gestured at the lot of you. “I’m kind of concerned no one’s pointed that out yet.”
“I can respect no killing,” Bucky said solemnly to Matt. “So is it even if I shoot and not you? That counts?”
“Yeah, pretty much. It’s a thin line but—”
“What if I tell them I’m going to shoot the grenades so they can run?”
“I think you’re forgetting we’re on the same floor as the grenade bag,” Sam snorted. “What happens when the floor gives? I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’m the only one with wings.”
“It’s only eight floors. Just flap your wings and carry them down.”
"Why are you like this?!"
“I think it could work,” Matt said, tilting his head as he set a hand against the floorboards. “The construction is sound enough and the grenades are pretty weak. So we tell them, they run, you shoot the grenades, and then we get back to the stairs.”
“This is a horrible plan, and I blame all of you,” you muttered. At Sam’s cleared throat, you quickly amended your statement. “Except you, Sam. You’re an angel.”
“Thank you,” he said, sounding pleased. Then he narrowed his eyes at Bucky. “See? At least someone here’s got sense.”
“I’m fucking angelic, what are you talking about?” Bucky objected. “She loves me!”
“You told me I was an angel yesterday,” Matt said to you, lips quirking. “I’m starting to think you say that to everyone you’re caught in a firefight with.”
"I’m gonna shoot the grenades,” Bucky muttered.
Sam held up his hands. “Ok, wait a second, can we just—”
“I’m shooting your grenade bag, assholes!” Bucky bellowed, reaching a metal arm up to point. “Get running!”
“Wait, is that the Winter Soldier’s arm?! I thought his hair was longer—”
“Oh fuck—”
“It’s fine.” Matt threw you a feral grin, as Bucky began firing. “They’re really shitty grenades.”
-x-
The four of you, surrounded by shattered glass and rubble, stared up at the building.
“I think that went well,” Bucky said.
“Bucky,” you said slowly, making sure to enunciate every word. “The building is on fire.”
Indeed, it was: the top four floors of the building now almost entirely consumed by billowing smoke and orange tongues of flame that spilled from the cracked windows.
“Not a big fire.” Matt cleared his throat. “And no one died.”
“Yeah, even got this asshole out.” Bucky held up Todd. Todd, in response, yowled and kicked, desperately trying to free himself from Bucky’s hold and the parking meter Bucky had bent and twisted around him. After a second, Bucky shook him. “Stop being annoying.”
“And they needed to renovate anyway,” Matt said with a smirk. “There was some black mold in the bathroom on floor six.”
“See?” Bucky pointed out, grinning. “We helped.”
“Oh my god,” Sam groaned, as the distant warble of sirens grew closer. “This was not helping.”
“I’m hungry,” Bucky said blithely, tossing an angry Todd up onto the sidewalk. “Takeout?”
“Dude, seriously?” Sam barked. “You’re hungry? Now?”
You glanced at Matt and then did a double-take. “Jesus, D!"
“It’s a minor graze,” Matt reassured you, another droplet of blood dribbling down his arm. “Just hit the less bullet-proof part of the suit.”
“There is no less-bulletproof, D! It either is, or it isn’t—”
Bucky frowned and then nodded. “Ok, you go get bandaged up, and then we get takeout.”
“I could eat after that,” Matt agreed. “There’s some good Chinese food two blocks west if we want to eat there.”
“What is happening?” you whispered, a deep sense of dread welling up inside you because this sounded too much like… friendship.
“Cool, we’ll meet you there.” Bucky slapped at Sam’s arm and sauntered off. “Come on, Cap.”
“I’m going to go home, bandage up and change,” Matt said, leaning over to kiss your cheek fondly. “See you soon.” And then he was gone, slipping off into the shadows of a nearby alley.
Sam and you stood there a moment, staring up at the burning building.
“We need to make an agreement right now,” you said slowly, “to never leave them unsupervised.”
“I hear that.” Sam shoved his hand in your direction and you shook it solemnly.
You cleared your throat. “Actually, which means we should probably—”
“Yeah, I need to—I need to follow him, he’ll—”
“And I need to go make sure D actually, like, takes care of his—”
“Good god,” Sam sighed, turning to jog after Bucky as you turned and headed after Matt. “What the fuck have we done?”
based on this c:
I'm getting biphobic vibes from the sylkie thing.
like I get you didn't want it to happen. I didn't either but the way people are wording their disgust of this ship feels wrong. They always say something like " We had an LGBTQ character and they decided to fall in love with themselves?" Like why did you need to mention that he was LGBTQ? Did you not like the fact that he ended up with a woman or himself? Or both. I do think we need to have a bi character who is not in a hetero relationship. I don't know people just need to think about what they're saying about the bisexual/pansexual community.
Also I genuinely think sylvie only kissed him because she needed to betray him. I don't think she loves him
It is this image of the two of them that I want to keep in mind until next Wednesday.
Of two friends, partners, lovers, call it what you will, but of two men who recognized each other, learned to appreciate each other, learned to like/love each other, betrayed each other and were strong enough to mend their relationship.
Their happiness at this point is what will keep me going until next week.
Meanwhile
Lord have mercy I’m bout to bustttt
@ladynamariel It's been a while, but I finally did my version of this shot. It was pure improvisation as I had no idea where I was going with this till the very end🙈
Loki is bi besties... I repeat LOKI IS BI! THIS IS NOT A DRILL!!!
And we got this reveal in June ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜
i CANT HANDLE THE FACT THAT OWEN WILSON, O W E N FREAKING WILSON IS AT THE CENTER OF MY HYPERFIXATION FOR THE MONTH,,,,,, AAAAAAAAH I MEAN DONT GET ME WRONG I LOVE HIM BUT I CANT,,,,COMPREHEND H E L P????
Um so yah I never post fanfics but I might here soon
Man, can’t wait for the filler beach episode where Loki and Mobius go jet skiing.
Loki’s fav would be Milk Duds
Cathartic
Gender Neutral Reader x Bucky Barnes
Timeline: None / A little AU if you squint
Rating: SFW
Prompt: Bucky knows that, sometimes, you need a really good cry.
A/N: NI need this so bad right now. I want this man to be the last straw and then to piece me back together again.
There was something cathartic about crying.
Not quiet tears that were quickly wiped away, but loud, uncontrollable sobbing. Hitting the walls, falling onto the ground and screaming until your lungs hurt and there was nothing left but dry sobs. It left you utterly exhausted afterwards but pleasantly numb. Bucky had done it himself on occasion, out of anger, frustration, sadness and just about every emotion there was.
So when he heard the telltale gasp of someone holding in a sob, he didn’t hesitate to drop his bag by the sofa and knock on the bathroom door. He had been out all day, errands to run and groceries to do. Someone, without super serum in their body, wouldn’t have heard the sniffle from across the hall and behind a locked door. He had thought and leaned against the frame, “Honey?” Waiting a moment, he knocked again, his heart squeezing at the muffled ‘go away’. “Bad day?”
Bucky understood how a mood could drop suddenly. He had been known to do the same but he never quite got why Y/N would feel so guilty for their 'Bad Days’. They told him that they had nothing to be sad about, that they 'just were’, and it was frustrating to not know why they were so broken.
Y/N wasn’t broken.
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from a galaxy far, far away (series)
summary: being an avenger has always come with surprises. after being tasked to explore different reality bending experiments with some of your fellow teammates, three mysterious beings appear outside of the avengers compound late one night. they're taken into custody and you're assigned to watch over the three while the team decides the next steps to take. you discover they are from another galaxy all together, a galaxy torn by war. they introduce themselves as obi wan kenobi, anakin skywalker, and ahsoka tano. whoever these three are, you're beginning to think they're here for a reason. a reason that may not be the answer everyone needs.
pairing: obi wan kenobi x avengers!reader, a multitude of platonic relationships i cannot fit into one post
PART I. PART II.
a/n: y'all i am so very excited to write this. i haven't written anything in a couple of years, but with my blooming star wars obsession, my writer's block is slowly (but surely) wearing off. i can guarantee this won't be perfect (and will probably have some plot holes lol) but i love both of these universes and want to combine them to the best of my ability. this will be a very slow burn but hopefully it'll be worth it. keep an eye out for the first part 🥰
evermore as an old storybook
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evermore as an old storybook
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folklore as an old storybook
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folklore as an old storybook
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#partners
New Girl [#00: Welcome Home]
Summary: Life threw you a curve ball when you walked in on your long term boyfriend making out with someone who definitely wasn't you. Since living with him was no longer an option, you've ventured out at the advice of a work friend and found the absolute perfect loft to reside in. The only issue?
You suddenly have four very odd roommates.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (slow burn, endgame, as in you'll be seeing some short term pairings here and then as well)
![New Girl [#00: Welcome Home]](https://64.media.tumblr.com/9fe1d22bcc8a9198ab9b69b4abcdd62f/818e2dfa22543d92-68/s500x750/7c4e43a2f7dd983f407a3759523efef71b08029b.png)
A/N: So i'm doing the soulmate drabbles, but i'm also starting a 'TV Show AU' series. Don't know how many parts this will have it'll probably just be a free for all of any episodes I wanna put the marvel crew in or any fun scenarios I think of.
[[Also weird side note that you may notice in the banner below I, uh, re-cast Clint Barton?? I always write the comic version over the mcu version anyways and Jensen Ackles is always who I picture when I write, but obvi you can straight ignore that if you want.]]
![New Girl [#00: Welcome Home]](https://64.media.tumblr.com/2fad90546c5bb3d12d5af57a98255215/818e2dfa22543d92-f7/s500x750/07c99bf68ef18e73c46dd4d9cc92c9dfc2188b0b.jpg)
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The loft was absolutely gorgeous. It had an industrial feel to it thanks to the brick walls and metal beams running across the ceiling. Despite that, the warm light streaming through the multitude of windows gave it a soft vibe. From where you sat on the recliner you could see a small, open kitchen that sat right across from a large dining area all of which was behind the large, ‘u-shaped’ couch. Honestly, the moment you stepped through the door your brain immediately decided that this is where you wanted to live.
However, there was one little flaw you didn’t foresee when you showed up for the interview/tour.
“So, you guys…are guys.” You said slowly. You laced your fingers together and rested them on your knee awkwardly. In front of you sat four men. Very manly men, actually. Enough so that you weren’t sure why your co-worker would think sending you here to live would be a good idea. Scott Lang had mentioned the open room and the great location, but he had left out this huge detail.
“Yes. Good eye for detail.” The man who introduced himself as Bucky Barnes said dryly. He sat at the far end of the couch in front of you on the left side. He had short, dark hair that kind of looked like he had just rolled out of bed. Sweatpants, a t-shirt, and scruff all along his defined jaw. His stormy eyes looked exhausted, his lips looked downturned into a perpetual frown, and it made you mildly curious since it was literally one in the afternoon and he was nearly dead on his feet.
“I know it’s hard for you to not be a dick, but maybe you can, I don’t know, try?” Sam Wilson, if you remembered his name correctly, replied to him from the entire other end of the couch. The black man had his arms crossed over his chest with a raised eyebrow, but there was nothing but amusement in his brown eyes. Unlike the first man that spoke, this one was dressed in much nicer clothes. A button up shirt and khakis.
You opened your mouth to cut in, but another one of them spoke up first. He sat next to the man who had just spoken, “Quick question, are you single?” You knew his name was Peter but you couldn’t remember what his last name was only that it started with a ‘Q’. He had an impish smirk with sandy blond hair that could only be described as purposely messy. He had a sort of goatee that was mostly just stubble. There was a leather jacket resting on the couch behind him that he had taken off when you first walked in to reveal the tight, gray shirt he wore. “I think it’s the question all of us want answered, right?”
All the men chorused solid disagreements, but it was the man beside him that spoke directly to you. This was the only one who hadn’t actually introduced himself to you. He had come in a couple minutes ago, dropped down on the couch, and then just joined in. You had mentally been referring to him as ‘hot mess’. He had like three bandages on his face, his lip was busted, and he had a fading black eye. His blond hair was also messy, but definitely not in a styled way. More like a ‘I haven’t touched a comb since I was 12’ kind of way. He motioned to you, “Ignore him, the real question we have for you is: Do you have any pets and when can you move in?”
“No.” Bucky shook his head. “We vote before we ask someone to move in. Loft agreement.”
Hot mess spoke again, “Well then let’s—”
“Wait,” You held one hand out and eyes snapped back to you. “Scott told me this was a four-bedroom place, and that you guys were looking for someone to fill a room but…there are already four of you?”
Peter half-heartedly motioned to Bucky and Sam, “These two share a room.”
“Oh!” You bobbed your head with a smile as you motioned to them, “So you guys are a couple?”
“No!” Bucky and Sam both yelled loudly making you jump in shock. They immediately turned and began to bicker with one another.
“Why're you saying no so fast, man?? I’m a fucking catch.” Sam argued.
“You said no just as quick as I did!”
“Yeah, because I can do a hell of a lot better than a maybe alcoholic still mourning the loss of his psycho ex.”
Bucky sat forward to glare at him, “We are not having this argument again.”
As they continued to yell at one another, while you watched on awkwardly, Peter focused on you with a charming smirk, “They have bunk beds.”
“Bunk… beds?” You questioned skeptically.
“No, no, no.” Sam cut in quickly. He gave up on his argument with Bucky to clarify this. “It’s two very separate beds, on opposite sides of the room. See, I lost a bet so now I’m stuck with his ass—”
“You lost the bet? I lost the bet and now I’m stuck with you.” Bucky argued back.
Hot mess shook his head, “They both lost the bet and now they bunk together like camp buddies.” The two men in question grumbled unhappily. “Also, we’re all super broke so we need someone in the empty room who has a consistent paycheck.” As if to clarify further, he pointed down the couch starting with Bucky, “Bartender at a sketch ass place, in an unknown band, and therapist.”
Sam held one hand up, “I’m the only one with an actual paycheck.”
“I have a paycheck!” Bucky argued.
“And my band is not unknown.” Peter scoffed. “The Guardians have a gig this Thursday!”
Hot mess grinned, “And where are you playing?”
“A Korean restaurant where old men play card game and chain smoke.” Peter mumbled.
You cleared your throat and tried to get this conversation back on track, “You didn’t tell me what your job is. Or your name.”
“Oh, I’m Clint Barton!” He quickly stood up and offered his hand to you. You smiled and took his hand to shake it then he sat back down. “And my job changes depending on the week.”
You bobbed your head once with confused, narrowed eyes, “I, uh, I don’t know what that means.”
Bucky shook his own head, “Neither do we.”
“Well,” You took in a steadying breath, “Like I said before, my name is [Y/N]. And, I actually do have a steady paycheck.” You motioned to yourself. “I work for a modeling agency—”
“Whoa, whoa!” Peter threw his arms out to interrupt, “You’re a model??”
“Uh, no.” You chuckled awkwardly. “I’m more like a manager? Book gigs, manage contracts, help them on set…” There was a pause where they all just stared at you with blank looks. Peter was the only one actively gawking though. You filled the silence with the first thing your brain thought of, “It’s fun! My best friend from high school actually works there as a model so it’s a lot of us just…goofing off? Uh… I don’t have any pets—”
“Meeting!” Peter barked and stood up. He gave you a charismatic smile, “Just give us a couple minutes.” The others stood up with less enthusiasm and began to march out of the room, down the hall. Peter gave you a nod, briefly biting down on his lower lip, bounced his eyebrows up once, then winked at you, “Don’t miss me too much, alright baby?”
Bucky stopped at the mouth of the hall with a frown, and when Peter tried to walk into the hallway he threw his hand out to stop him. Peter complained as Bucky shoved him back then pointed to the short shelf sitting behind the couch. There was a glass jar sitting on it with a pink sticky note taped to the outside that read, ‘Douchebag Jar’ in messy handwriting.
“Jar. Now.”
“That wasn’t even so bad!” Peter argued before pulling a dollar bill out of his pocket and shoving it into the jar. The two of them left to wherever the other two had and suddenly you were left alone in the pretty apartment. Without the yelling boys, the loft became more and more tempting.
You drummed your fingers against your thighs nervously. This was a weird situation and at your age you weren’t really looking to live in a loft downtown with four strange men, emphasis on strange, but you didn’t really have another choice. Your job paid well, but you had lost a lot of money after buying a house with your long-term boyfriend. It seemed like a great idea at the time considering the two of you were coming up on three years together, but when you walked in on him making out with a girl sitting in his lap the great idea died really fast. You didn’t get that money back and honestly you didn’t even try to get possession of the house. You just wanted to be out of his life. Regardless of the cost.
Clint ‘hot mess’ Barton suddenly slid back into the room on his socks making you jump in surprise. He threw his hand out broadly as the others came in as well, “Welcome home, roomie!”
You jumped up in excitement, “Really? You guys aren’t going to regret this!”
Haha or play Minecraft
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