❯❯ clint barton ❮❮

          Bucky knows that if he had taken Clint to the second bedroom, there would have been disagreement which would UNDO any good they’d managed to get after a disastrous start. He really does want the other man to be comfortable sleeping in his own bed and room, but after EVERYTHING else, he knows that’s just asking too much at this point. And the bed… he knows how long it had taken for HIM to be comfortable anywhere but the floor, so he knows better than to PUSH. So, the dog bed is the best compromise he can think of.

          Seeing the look on Clint’s face when he sees the dog bed, Bucky smiles and knows he made the RIGHT choice. He smiles and brushes his fingers over the back of Clint’s neck encouragingly. It’s as close to a bare mat that he can BEAR to give him.

          “Yes, you can,” he encourages IMMEDIATELY, letting the slave climb into the bed and settle. Smiling softly as he watches him sink into the blankets and pillows, knowing it’s a bit DECADENT for a slave, but hoping Clint won’t object too much since it’s still not a real bed. Crouching down beside him, Bucky brushes his fingers lightly through Clint’s hair. “I’m going to have a LATE morning, so there’s no need to get up early unless you feel like it, okay?” he tells him quietly as he changes into a pair of sleep pants and a t-shirt before crawling into bed. “And if you need to go to the BATHROOM through the night, you’re allowed to just go.”

Clint feels guilty when Bucky goes to change into comfortable clothes to sleep in and Clint doesn’t get out of his little nest of blankets to help him, but he’s suddenly bone tired and isn’t sure he can find the energy to get back up now that he’s so warm and comfortable. He’ll have to make it up to him in the morning. Thankfully, Clint at least manages not to fall asleep completely until Bucky seems settled into his bed as well. He just hopes that tomorrow will be less unpredictable and uncomfortable for the both of them.

Despite what Bucky had said about not needing to wake up early the next day, Clint can’t seem to keep sleeping once morning comes. He wakes up a few times, only to find that Bucky’s still asleep, and finally he just gets out of bed altogether, deciding it’s probably better to get busy before Bucky’s awake, rather than still be sleeping when his master gets up. He folds his blankets and stacks his pillows, moving silently as he slips out of the bedroom. He doesn’t have much of a routine yet, but there are a few things that all slaves are trained to do of their own volition, unless their masters have specified otherwise. Clint uses the bathroom, makes sure his body and hair look tidy, then spends a good half hour working out. He avoids doing anything too intense that would cause him to need a shower or bath, but makes sure his body is warned up and ready for whatever is required of him.

          Catching the way that Clint looks after Steve as he leaves, Bucky slides his fingers lightly through his hair in an attempt to be as COMFORTING as he can. “He’ll be back tomorrow,” he promises softly, scratching the back of his neck lightly. He knew that for TRADITIONAL treatment, Steve is probably the slave’s preference, but he wants him to get used to him as well. And he hoped that having a quiet moment like this would help. “He’ll be around a lot, he just doesn’t stay here overnight. That’s all.”

          Smiling softly when he sees the other man’s reaction to getting the barbell back, Bucky pushes his hair back from his face gently. “You’re welcome, Clint,” he murmurs softly, brushing his fingers across his cheek. “I just want you to be HAPPY.”

          “Okay. Lets get you into bed, then,” Bucky murmurs softly, standing up and gesturing for Clint to follow him. He does have the second bedroom set up, but he assumes Clint isn’t ready for that. So, he does also have a another option set up in his own bedroom. It’s basically a large dog bed. He got the largest, softest one he could find and built a small NEST of blankets and pillows because sleeping too close to the floor can be UNCOMFORTABLE and he wants Clint to be as comfortable as he can be. “Will you be okay sleeping here?” he asks quietly, looking over at the other man.

Clint follows Bucky to the bedroom, already anticipating some kind of disagreement. If Bucky’s actions today were any indication, then the slave assumes he’ll try to get Clint to sleep in a real bed—and Clint already knows there’s no way that’s happening. It’s bad enough to try and get him to sit on normal furniture, but a bed is practically a sacred place in a slave’s eye. It’s absolutely forbidden unless they’re being used by their master for pleasure.

          Bucky lets the SILENCE hang, just running his fingers soothingly through Clint’s hair and along his neck. He glances up as Steve comes out of the bedroom and gives him a nod. “I’ll check in tomorrow,” Steve murmurs before letting himself OUT again. Bucky smiles down at Clint as he listens to Steve’s car start up and pull away, carding his fingers through his hair.

          Bucky shifts slightly, gently bringing one of Clint’s hands up and pressing the barbell INTO his palm. “I know it’s not often you have anything truly YOURS, so I know how important this is to you. So, I’m giving this back to you with the understanding that you be HONEST with me from now on, okay?” he says gently, watching the slave’s face.

          Seeing the way Clint rests his cheek on his knee, Bucky smiles softly down at him. “It’s been a BIG day,” he muses softly, still playing with his hair gently. “How about we get you settled in for the night to get some REST?”

Clint looks up when he hears Steve leaving, eyes following him and getting a sinking feeling of disappointment that he didn’t stay. He still wants to try and give Bucky the benefit of the doubt that his hesitance just comes from being a first time owner, but Steve seemed so much more experienced so Clint felt more structure with him. It wasn’t his place to say anything, though, not when Bucky was his legal owner.

The little barbell being pushed into his fingers makes his brows raise in surprise, the slave looking up at his owner. He definitely didn’t expect to get this back so quickly, but he’s also grateful for the little comfort. “Yes, sir.” He says almost reverently, looking at the barbell and then up at Bucky. “Thank you, sir.”

Happy Self Insert month!

MY NEW LANDLORD HAS A DOG!!!!!1!!1!

#doggies #also he’s kind of cute #the landlord not the dog #but the dog is too

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Hipster Building has a weekly rooftop grill party potluck. I made pasta salad and was fed SO MANY OTHER THINGS. Also pet two dogs!

#I love my new place #none of the neighbours seem overly creepy yet #can you grill an unox rookworst? #I’m gonna ask my parents to send me one so we can find out

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Landlord came to fix my shower and got wet, took off his shirt. Hot damn boy has abs. And arms.

#I dub thee Hot Landlord #he kept saying stuff like ‘why are you like this’ to the shower and ‘aw wrench no’ #them abs tho

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Hot Landlord’s dog has figured out my schedule and waits outside the door for pets every day.

#doggies #blessed

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Saw Hot Landlord in the hall changing a light bulb on world’s most wobbly ladder. His face is all busted up and he’s covered in bandages. Connected?

#please do not fall off your ladder and break something #I will buy you a new ladder if you let me pick a new paint colour for the downstairs hallway

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Hot Landlord’s dog BROKE INTO MY HOUSE AND STOLE MY FUCKING PIZZA.

#came back into the room and it was scarfing down my pizza #how #the door was locked #pizza dog #still cute though

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Confronted Hot Landlord about his pizza stealing dog. Apparently it is a thing. He crouched down and looked Pizza Dog in the eye and said WE TALKED ABOUT THIS.

#he ordered me a new and better pizza #best landlord #the dog did not look guilty #how did it unlock the door though

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PIZZA DOG ISN’T GETTING IN THROUGH THE LOCKED DOOR BUT THROUGH MY WINDOW. Also: Hot Landlord came to put extra latches on my window.

#I was beginning to think pizza dog was an animagus #hot landlord is again covered in bandages why

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Apparently Hot Landlord is an Avenger???? Who knew not me but Iron Man just landed in the middle of the Hipster Building BBQ and carried him off.

how’s hope feeling today?

Yeah, Clint’s right to be wary.  Poor guy.  But to be fair, Bucky is, too.  But Clint has far more to be wary about than Bucky.

“Go on and get to know each other,” Brock says as he plops down onto the couch to watch.  “Play nice.”  

Tentatively, Bucky moves in to sniff Clint.  He backs off almost immediately, shooting Brock a questioning look.  Brock nods, and Bucky moves back in.  

Clint: My head hurts.