😭😭😭

Mav with his big family~ lil babysitting the top gun 2 kiddos! Anddd Rooster played baseball,,, yes? Mav being there for his sports would be :( 💚💚💚💚 proud fruncle (father-uncle HAHA)

Dumbledore’s bet

Maybe it’s just me but no one else can tell me that at some point a student didn’t bet on Dumbledore’s gayness. Think about it. All through out the years that Dumbledore was a professor, a student probably started a bet on when Dumbledore realized he was gay or not. After reading skeeters book about Dumbledore, some people who placed a bet must have been thinking... “who won?”

This is adorable. My heart.

Odette | 13th January 2019 | x / x

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!

That Lovin’ Feelin’

PAIRING: Nick “Goose” Bradshaw x Pilot!Reader

REQUESTED: Yes!

SUMMARY: When a bet leads Goose to hit on a pretty little thing at the bar, he couldn’t have imagined that she would be Bellatrix — the infamous ace with a master’s in astrophysics, and his instructor at Top Gun.

CHARACTERS: Nick “Goose” Bradshaw, Pete “Maverick” Mitchell, Tom “Iceman” Kazansky, Ron “Slider” Kerner, Rick “Jester” Heatherly.

WORD COUNT: 6.2k

WARNINGS: Some suggestiveness, but nothing beyond normal Top Gun behavior. Inappropriate language. Goose just wants a girl who talks dirty. Me using every opportunity to call Maverick small. A mention of fraternization.

A/N: To the one who requested this, thank you so much, I must admit I was giggling and kicking my feet writing this, this is my level of love for this man. The callsign “Bellatrix” is because of the star since she is an astrophysicist, and the name means warrior.

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Hakoda

I will always simp for this man

But if these men came up to me. I would simp for them as well

Cause damn. Why can’t they be in real life?

And I just realized something. They are all firebenders. They got the good genes.

MITCHELL | Jake Seresin

Masterlist

Intro prologue chapter two

Chapter one; Our eyes meet

Maverick sat down on the barstool with his daughter following him, Her following him around brought him back to the old times when she didn't want to be separated from him when she was a little girl.

"How was the mach nine?" She asked as they enters the Hard Deck.

"Oh I blow it." He said beaming.

"Im sorry what?" Y/n ask him not believing her ears, questioning herself did she get it right. He nods with his eyes on his phone talking to Iceman.

"Oh you've got to be kidding me." A voice said. The Mitchell's lift their head to see Penny Benjamin.

"Pete." Penny said with a smile.

"Penny?" Maverick says leaning in to the bar, not believing his eyes. He went ballistic with Penny Benjamin when he was younger. After her mother passed away he starts to learn to move on, he met Penny again got into trouble got deployed somewhere else by the Admiral.

"Heya Pen."

"What are you doing here?"

"I should ask you the same thing." Y/n watch the adults interact with a glint of curiosity, they were being suspicious. Like they are still attracted to each other. The two practically stared into each other's souls.

"Please for the sake of my sanity stop eye fucking each other." Her words made them broke their stare, a innocent smile forming to her face. "Penny, can I have a Soda?"

Penny nods then asked what's her dad doing here, he starts to tell her how this is his last post. Penny did not believe him.

"Come on Pete, you've been saying that as long as I known you. You said that after you take me to a joy ride in a F-18 and the next thing I know you're off to Bosnia. Then Iraq, both times. You've got yourself in trouble and Iceman makes a call." Penny said giving Maverick a beer and her Soda. "And you're back into the air."

"Penny..." Maverick starts.

"Too late." Penny interrupt, "You're about to ask me what time I get off."

Maverick shakes his head with a smile, "Don't give me that look" she said making Y/n snorts, she's aware that her dad's smile is cocky and pretty sure he doesn't have any look other than that.

"I'm not giving you any look, I swear."

"You know how it always ends for us," Penny eyed him.

Y/n eyes watched him leans to the counter with a smile, "You look good." He said to Penny, Penny takes a step back and rings the bell causing people to cheer at the sound.

"Much appreciated pal." A Navy said patting her dad's shoulder.

"What am I missing here?" Maverick asked Penny and Y/n.

Penny step aside to reveal the plate behind her, guess he didn't see it because he was too busy lost in Penny's eyes. 'Disrespect a lady, the Navy, or put your cell phone on my bar you buy a round.' Maverick turned to face his daughter, "You knew about this?"

"The plate is right infront of you, you would have known it if you weren't too focused on Penny."

He rolled his eyes, he looks around there was a lot of people "For everyone?"

"I'm afraid rules are rules, sir." Y/n said in a military tone.

"You're lucky it's early." Penny continues.

Y/n takes her glass into her hand with her eyes scanning the room, her eyes meet another pair of eyes.

Jake Seresin suddenly feels the room turned quiet when his eyes laid on the h/c. As if everything in this room faded away, everything felt so slow. Y/n send him a small smile and look away embarrassed that she got caught looking at someone.

He snapped out of it when he saw a familiar face causing him to smirk, "Look what do we have here, Phoenix." He walks closer to Phoenix, "And here I thought we were special, Coyote." He added.

"Fellas this here is bagman." Phoenix introduced to the guys behind her.

"Hangman." He corrected with a forced smile.

"Whatever, you are looking at the naval aviator that have duty to kill."

"Stop." Jake joked.

"Mind you the guy was in museum piece from a Korean war," Phoenix finished.

"Cold War." Coyote said.

"Different war same century." A guy from behind Phoenix stated.

"Who are your friends?" Coyote asked.

"Payback." Reuben Fitch said.

"Fanboy." Mickey Garcia says with a nod.

Phoenix nod her head beside her, "Who's he?" A guy with a glasses patting away the crumbs from his uniform.

"When did you get in?"

"Oh I've been here the whole time." He replied with a sweet smile.

"The man a stealth pilot." Coyote joked.

"Weapons system actually." He answered not getting the joke.

"With no sense of humor." Jake nods. He keeps stealing glanced to the barstool, watching her having a conversation with an older guy beside her. He felt his heart pumped faster when he hears her laugh at the man words beside her.

"You need a drink? I'll get it." Jake push the cue to Phoenix.

Phoenix was little shocked that was new of him. She turn back to the guy asking questions.

"What do they call you?"

"Bob." He answered.

"No, your call sign." Payback asked.

"Uh Bob."

"Bob Floyd? You're my new back seater?" Phoenix asked him, "From lemoore?" She asked.

"Looks like it, yeah." Bob replied.

Fanboy perked up remembering that he was assigned as a back seater to someone who have Ciel as their call sign, "Do any of you know Ciel? I was assigned as their back seater."

Phoenix jaw dropped "Ciel? Lucky you, Ciel's back seater quit being a naval aviator, said he doesn't want his wife to be a widow any time sooner." She quickly looks around for her friend.

Her eyes twinkles when she found Ciel or her civilians name Y/n Mitchell, sitting on the barstool with a older guy that she did not know that happens to her old man. Phoenix was about to call her but shut her mouth when Y/n put her index finger on her lips which Phoenix nods at.

"Penny my dear," He near the barstool making sure to make yet another eye contact with the h/c woman. "All four more on the old timer."

Y/n noticed the guy is slowly approaching her, she look at her glass of Soda pretending to not know he's not going to talk to her.

"I'm Hangman." He reached his hand out to her.

She decided to play the guy's ego, she shook his hand "Well that's unfortunate." Y/n said pretending to not know its a call sign making Maverick smirk at her words.

"No, it's my call sign." He said.

"Call sign? Oh you're a pilot" Y/n send him a awed face, she fake gasp not that he knows. Pretending to not like her dad did not briefed her about pilots introducing themselves with their call sign but for the sake of having fun.

"That's right, a naval aviator." He respond proudly. She cleared her throat, "I'm Y/n Mitchell." She said with a smile.

"Jake seresin." He plastered a smirk on his face making her bashfully look away from his gaze.

"Here you go." Penny interrupt giving the Ken doll look alike his beers.

"It was nice talking to you, Hangman" Y/n flash him a smile.

"Thank you, much appreciated pops" Jake said to nodding to Maverick and send Y/n a flirtatious wink causing her to giggle.

Penny turns to Maverick with a knowing smile.

"Bradshaw! is that you?" Phoenix voice called out.

Y/n turned her head to the entrance, there he is. Almighty Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw. Her childhood bestfriend. She looks at her dad with a toothy grin but turned into sad smile when she saw him turn his head avoiding to be seen by his godson, the Mitchell man pulled out the young Bradshaw papers, set Bradley's career back four years.

She chuckled when she saw Phoenix hit him in the gut with the cue. She watched Jake talk with Bradley, to be honest its more like joking around but in a weird way.

Phoenix leans to his shoulder "I heard Ciel's coming in this mission."

"Ciel? Already?" More aviators starts to enter the hard deck with the evening rush, Fanboy was looking at them.

"The hell kind a mission is this?"

"That's not what we're supposed to be asking," Phoenix continued "Everyone here is the best there is, who the hell are they going to teach us?"

"Any of them is Ciel?" Fanboy ask Phoenix.

"Nope," Phoenix dragged the p. "Ciel just finished her last mission, from what I heard she shot down 5 of the enemy fighter jets."

Everyone jaw hanged, 5 of enemy fighter jets? That's higher than Jake "Hangman" Seresin.

Back to the main character, Y/n tapped her father on the shoulder whispering she's going to the restroom. As she walk she felt someone eyes behind her head.

Entering the restroom she turn the water on to wash her hands as she stared at her reflection in the mirror. The door swung open and in walk the guy she talked before on the bar.

"This the ladies restroom, the gentleman is across from this one." Y/n told him looking at him from the mirror.

"Oh I'm not looking for the restroom," He said.

Y/n 'oh'ed at his words, She turned around leaning her back at the counter with her arms crossed, "So what did you wanna do, just drop right down on the tile and go for it?" She asked him tapping the ground with her shoe as he approached.

Jake put his hands on the counter pressing them hard, checking if it can hold someone on it, "No, I had the counter in mind." He said looking at her.

Y/n reach her arm for the tissue, "Great, that would be very, very comfortable yeah."

"It could be unless you prefer standing instead." He says with a smirk leaning on his hand on the counter making her shaking her head at him while she wipes her hands.

"Actually, I came in here to save you from making a big mistake with that older guy." Jake said kissing his teeth.

"Really? So I could go on to a bigger one with a young guy like yourself?" She throw the tissue away looking back at Jake whom she think is fun to messed with.

"Maybe?" He tilt his head while he raises his eyebrow.

She pushed herself from the counter "I've gotta be at work very early in the morning." She send him a tight lipped smile. He shrugs with a smug look, he catch her arm.

"Wait," he pulled her hand to his chest, she raise one eyebrow "I have a friend and he's waiting outside. Wanna fool him?" He asked.

"Aw, what's in it for me?" She tilt her head with her chin high.

"You'll have fun with a guy like me," he says shaking her hand.

"Still don't know what's in it for me."

"I'll buy you a drink next time we see each other," He said with a wink.

"What makes you think we'll see each other next time?" She asked.

"Hey you'll never know, you might miss me." He grinned, leaning down to her face and brush some stray hair out of her face.

"Fine," She rolled her eyes.

They both walked out from the restroom, her eyes scanning through the crowd. "So which one is your friend that we're gonna fool?"

"That one, see that guy staring at his beer?" Jake whispers into her ear and pointed at guy.

"He looks like he's staring at his lover." Y/n commented making him grin at her words.

She was about to walk towards the guy but Jake grabbed her wrist, he turns her head towards him.

"Just need to do this," he wipe her lower lip, wiping her lipstick. Her heart feels like it's going to burst. "Now when you walk to him, apply your lipstick again so he'll believe it."

"Wow, You're full of surprises." She said, stepping away and start to walk to Coyote with her lipstick in her hand.

"Your friend was magnificent" she said as she reapplying her lipstick, he looks up from his beer watching her figure walking away. Jake stood beside him with a smug smirk.

"Nah, that can't be."

She take her sit back next to her dad who stares at her with a slight scolding eyes, she raise her hands "What? I didn't do anything, beside it was fun messing with him."

"Let's go, I'll drive you home, where are you staying?" Maverick asked.

"At Penny's. She offered a place for me to stay as soon she knows I'm in town."

Penny walks to the Mitchell with a card in her hand, she slide the card to Maverick "It's been declined." He take out his wallet for the cash.

"That wouldn't cover it." Penny hands him the check, he cannot believe the bill she had gave him.

"I'll come back tomorrow bringing the cash" Maverick responded. Penny walks to the bell holding the rope, "I'm afraid rules are rules Pete." She rings the bell once again, the crowd cheers and start chanting "Hoverboard."

"Really?" Maverick said to Penny. Who smiles innocently at him.

"You've should use my money," She sighed as Jake and two other guy walks behind her dad, Jake winked at Y/n. He placed a hand on the older man's shoulder and nods at Coyote before lifting him from the ground.

"It's great to see you Pete!" Penny yelled.

"I'll see you later, Do you want me to cook dinner?" Y/n said gathering her stuff.

"Great, I'll see you at home. Tell Amelia that I'll be home soon." Penny beamed, to Penny, Y/n feels like another daughter of her. She gives out a good advices, she showed up at her highschool graduation.

"See ya later." She waved bye at Penng on her way she heard someone playing the piano, causing her stop in mid tracks. He was playing their favourite song when they were little.

She look towards the piano to see her brother figure playing, Bradley who felt he was being watched glanced to his shoulder to his sister figure waving at him. She make a phone like on her hand mouthing call me before leaving the Hard Deck.

Y/n walks out to find her dad staring inside the Hard deck listening to the crowd singing along with Bradley who's playing Great Balls of Fire. He was quiet and looked pale.

"Dad, are you okay?" She asked him.

"No it's okay sweetie, I'm fine. Come on let's go home." Maverick said pulling her into a side hug.

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I've spend a day for this chapter, I want to write at least one chapter for this book.

Word count: 2.5K

WE GOT A HUNTER & OMEGA HUG!!!!

bro i swear i’ve been living off Hunter&Omega SCRAPS i live for this

in S2E5 when the robot thing is ‘exploding’, Hunter says “grab onto something!” and proceeds to run Omega to safety.

then they sit together safely, until the robot starts going down, and it’s only for a split second

BUT THEY EMBRACE EACH OTHER IN A HUG AND KEEP EACH OTHER SAFE AND ITS JUST dhdkdjdhhs

can someone pls make a gif of it

idk how to do it

i’d give you all my love and appreciation

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)

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.]]

(word count: 1,564)

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!”