━Tw: Mentions of murder and knives
━Notes: Requested by the wonderful @kevinzhechaircreations Please check out their art it's great! Also this is a trans masc reader that uses he/they pronouns!
Your first thought when meeting them had been, if these boys didn't kill me first I would do it myself.
I mean, can you really blame yourself? Upon meeting your soon to be partners, the suave Murdock and scrappy Yancy, they both had been loudly discussing murder in the midst of your headache. That was enough to make you wish you were dead, especially at a time this early in the morning without your trusty coffee.
"Ayyyy (Y/n)! Jus' tha man I wanted to sees!" Yancy had called out from his mailbox, another tall figure oposite to him in a trench coat leaning on it curiously.
They both looked much fresher than you. A hint of stubble surrounded both of their jaws and their faces were set in a small smile, but beyond that the similarities stopped. While Yancy was wearing a tight t-shirt with simple jean pants, the other man has on a blood red turtleneck covered with a dark jacket.
To your knowledge, your new neighboor Yancy was out on parole from the nearby prison. Something that should have put you on edge, but didn't. He seemed harmless enough. Maybe a bit buff, but more of a himbo than anything.
The man next to him though- Murdock you believed? It was hard to keep track of his name seeing as you had never heard of the guy before Yancy. And in a small town like this that was rare. Almost as if he was a shadow -put you on edge more than a former convict ever could. Yet somehow he still was appealing to you.
Appealing enough to trudge over cautiously in your tattered bunny slippers.
Turned out sweet sweet Yancy had called you over to ask you your personal opinions on beheading verses a good ol fashioned stabbing. Slightly baffled and concerned, you had slowly stated your thoughts on it, feeling a flush rise to your cheeks as they both stared at you without falter throughout it.
"Wows! Youse are pretty smart bud!" Yancy has said with a smile, reaching over to ruffle your hair. You resisted the urge to lean up into his hand, realizing with a fast beating heart that that would be rather un-professional of you.
"Yes. His opinion is quite advanced for someone so unexperienced in my field."
Murdock simply smirked as you went a little red at his words, swatting Yancys hand away as politely as you could. You and your embarrassed state managed to miss the fact where Murdock practically admitted what he did for a living. But perhaps that was best to save for later.
"Yknow (Y/n)-" Yancy had begun, kicking the dust below his feet slightly. "-me and Mur here have been wondering if youse would want ta come over for somes dinner tonight." He spoke with a proud smile. From next to him Murdock pushed himself off the mail box slightly, nodding with a coy smile to solidify Yancys statement.
"It's okay dear." He laughed noticing your conflicted expression. "We're simply inviting a neighbor over for some soup."
They both shared a look, eyes twinkling with a giddy energy.
Don't worry (Y/n) didn't get murdered or anything. He just got vv flustered that night and ended up dating two very seggc and very goofy men. And I realized this was slightly spicy but I swear this time it was on accident fjsfjsjnf.
Hope this was good enough! Tagging my partner too bc Yancy @rcmqnticism
