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pastafossa · 2 years

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“It’s... Really Yellow?” (Matt Murdock x f!Reader, Fanfic)

Ok so in honor of ALLLLLL the good Charlie news today and us getting a little more of him in the red and yellow suit in the trailers, I’ve decided to finally pull this little drabble out of my folders and finish it since I’ve gotten some requests about what The Red Thread!Reader’s reaction would be to Matt’s new suit. You do NOT have to have read TRT to get this, it’s just a nice bonus (and for those who DO read it, just know this is set *waves* in their future).

Ship: Matt Murdock x F!Reader

Rating: Mildly NSFW at best. There’s some suggestive stuff, lots of innuendo, but no sex or anything.

Summary: Foggy needs you to help him convince Matt that red and reflective yellow are ridiculous colors to wear as a stealthy Devil. Unfortunately for Foggy, Matt knows exactly how to convince you otherwise.

Wordcount: 2,942

Warnings: innuendo, language, Matt turning the Devil voice on you, bad use of puns, Matt’s ability to look good in literally anything

“Look at me,” Foggy said fiercely, pointing at your eyes and then his. “You can’t forget what we talked about when he shows up. Ok?”

You scoffed where you’d leaned up against the humming a.c. unit, relaxing on the rooftop as you both waited. At least it was the rooftop of your and Matt’s building. There were far less things to worry about up here. “Of course I’m not going to forget. That’s ridiculous.”

“Good. Because it’s—I don’t know how you missed it last night—”

“I told you. I was asleep when he came in, and he had to leave early this morning for that case.” You rolled one shoulder in a shrug. “I knew he was going to pick up the new suit last night, and I tried to stay up but passed out on the couch. Woke up in bed when he kissed me bye before work. I figured he could just show me tonight when he was done with his patrol.”

“Yeah, see, that’s my point,” he said quickly, absently shaking out one foot. He was probably trying to keep himself awake. It wasn’t often you both tried to stay up for the moment Matt came back from his circuit around the Kitchen. There had to be at least one person who kept normal human hours. “It should have woken you up. You wanna know why? Because it’s—”

“It’s yellow, I know. You’ve said.”

“Yellow!” Foggy thundered, flinging his hands up towards the sky in an apparent show of outrage. “Yellow and red, ketchup and mustard! How is this stealthy unless you’re disguised as a hot dog? He’s-he’s reflective! This is anti-stealth, and he already gets into too much shit when he is stealthy! He should have woken you up like a yellow disco ball or a mustard torch!”

“What even is a mustard torch?” you mused.

“A mustard torch is what he is now,” Foggy groaned, reaching up to scrub at his face. “It’s absolutely ridiculous. ‘Why not black?’ I asked. Do you know what he said? He just blinked at me like he was shocked and said, ‘but I’ve already done black twice, Foggy.’ That’s what he said!”

“I mean… he has, though, so...”

“Listen to me.” Foggy tapped his temple, trying to psych you up. “No getting distracted. He’ll try it. He’ll use every trick he has on you. You’ve seen him in court. And you are our only tiebreaker. Karen’s staying out of it, Jess just mocks every suit he wears, and Spider-kid is too innocent to bring into this. You need to hold the line. You’re the only one who can talk some sense into him about the hot dog colors. I need reconfirmation you’re with me on this. We need to be a united front.”

And granted, you hadn’t actually seen the suit yet since Matt had only gotten it last night and despite your best efforts, you’d unfortunately fallen asleep before he’d gotten back. But from what Foggy had said, it did sound… a little silly. It was red and yellow—and not just yellow, but apparently a reflective, gleaming yellow. Matt wasn’t exactly the best judge of color, obviously, but surely even he’d realize that painting himself like a reflective road marker would make the whole sneaky devil thing a whole lot more difficult. This was smug. It was cocky. It was…

Alright, so maybe it was just like him, but still. That was what you were here for. You’d be able to tell him he’d gone a little over the line again.

“Trust me,” you told Foggy firmly, nodding your head. You even widened your stance and crossed your arms, determined to stand strong. “I’m on your side.”

“Thank you! We can teamwork this, ok? So he comes, you see it, you point out the obvious, we get him a can of spray paint or something. Literally, any other color as long as it’s dark. I’d take fucking dark blue at this point, I’d take grey, anything but that ridiculous—”

The sudden burst of warmth inside your chest was the only warning you had before you felt the rush of a breeze overhead.

Years ago you might have ducked, but you’d gotten used to it by now, and instead, you barely blinked as Matt’s acrobatic leap carried him over you. The second he'd passed you, he twisted in the air, the movement transitioning into a smooth roll as he hit the ground. The rise to his feet was just as smooth, just as clean, the finish progressing in one fluid motion as he spun to face you before standing still to await your judgement.

“Theatrics!” Foggy barked, poking Matt’s arm. “That’s cheating, and you know it.”

“She needs to get the full effect,” Matt said defensively as Foggy poked him again, and…

Oh, you thought, your eyes sweeping down.

It had been a while since you’d seen him in anything like his first Devil suit, but you remembered fondly the way all that tough leather and strange fabric had drawn your attention to his broad shoulders, the powerful thickness of his thighs, and the endless breadth of his chest. This new suit looked much like the last in shape and in form despite a few obvious and less obvious changes—and if anyone besides Matt would know, it’d be you, since you’d stripped him out of that old suit often enough. And goddamn if you weren’t being reminded once again that Matt Murdock was always a five-course meal no matter what he chose to wear.

Your five-course meal.

“You are literally the color of a highlighter, that’s the only effect she… hey. Hey! Look at me!”

You darted your eyes guiltily back over to Foggy, breathing a little more quickly. “Yup, looking at you. I am focused.”

“The yellow!” he said quickly, jabbing urgently at Matt’s mask. “Remember what we talked about. Ok? Stay strong.”

Matt hummed. “Have you been tampering with the witness, Foggy?”

“It’s called preparing the witness. I’m not about to let you pull your Devil mind tricks on her.”

Right.

The yellow.

You could look at him and think about just the yellow.

Matt fixed his attention once more on you when he sensed your gaze return. And ok, so the mask was different. The dark, opaque eye lenses of the mask seemed an almost liquid-black in the low light, endless pools of shadow that saw right through you, saw into you beneath skin and bone, fathomless eyes made all the more startling when set within the gleaming, burnished gold of the full helmet. Because it was gold, not yellow, but gold: rich, rough as if weather-beaten, and luxuriously, dangerously warm, and yes, maybe also abso-fucking-lutely reflective, it was true. It would draw attention, maybe too much. But it… it wasn’t as bad as you’d thought, was it? Somehow, it still managed to look dangerous, like something belonging to a wild, untamed thing that you just wanted so foolishly to touch—

No, no, you needed to focus.

Matt parted his lips the slightest bit, drawing the air in across his tongue on a slow inhale. He swallowed, once, as if savoring the taste. And then…

The corner of his mouth tilted up in a smirk.

“Stop it with the sniffing and tasting thing,” Foggy snapped. “Seriously, she’s not gonna fall for that.”

Matt let his head gradually tilt, his chin tucking down. You knew that look. It was the look of a predator, the motion confident and dripping with intent, with knowledge of what was around him. It was how he hunted, how he hunted you, and your heart skipped a beat on instinct, a reaction far beyond your control. He opened his mouth bit by bit, drawing your attention to his full lips, to the curl of his tongue as he shaped the word.

“Don’t you dare, Murdock!” Foggy bellowed.

“Sweetheart,” Matt purred, his smooth voice nothing but warm smoke and a low, throaty hunger.

“Shit,” you groaned as your knees went weak, your body flooding with heat. It was that voice, damn him: that rasping Devil voice you always swore you could feel drag along your skin like a physical thing, like torn strands of silk, like the burning brush of his mouth and the heat of a flame. When combined with that familiar silhouette and the smooth motions of his body, there was little hope of resisting. “Shit, shit, shit.”

“The color!” Foggy shouted, throwing his hand in front of Matt’s face as if it would break the spell Matt had cast on you just now, cast on you months ago, years ago. “It’s fucking yellow! Focus, woman!”

“I, um… it is… yellow.” You swallowed hard as Matt dragged his tongue across his lips, trailing his fingers smoothly along the billy clubs at his hip. In fact, the rhythm his fingertips took up looked more than familiar enough to have certain parts of your body clenching. “It’s… it is… yellow, and that might be… attention-grabbing. Which is… not a good thing.”

“I think she needs to see the back,” Matt said abruptly.

“Don’t even think about it!” Foggy thundered. “I’ll throw you off this goddamn roof, I don't give a shit about your training!”

“Sweetheart,” Matt crooned. “Would you like to see the back?”

“She would not!”

Fuck.

“...Yes,” you whispered because the only thing as good as Matt’s front was his back, and you’d never seen his ass look like anything less than a five-star masterpiece that belonged in art museums across the world. “Yes, Jesus, let me see.”

“No-ooo,” Foggy moaned, dropping his face into his hands in defeat as Matt pointedly began his gradual spin, showing off his outline with a smug grin. “Jesus, woman. You’re selling your soul for an ass?”

“But it’s his ass,” you mumbled because it was. Matt had the best goddamn ass you’d seen in your life, and that glorious roundness was now cradled deliciously in tight red leather. And maybe Foggy was right. The yellow pattern along the side of Matt’s thighs was a little obvious, but it also brought out just how much muscle was packed on those thighs of his.

You needed him to get over here.

“Does no one see how obvious the yellow is? Am I the only person—”

“D, come here and let me touch your ass,” you whispered.

“I’m absolutely shocked at how scandalous this trial has become.” Matt shook his head as he finished his spin, doing his best to sound at least mildly dismayed, his mouth the mouth of a poor chaste soul who had definitely not fucked you on a church rooftop last month. “And how would your husband feel about that? I see that ring.”

“You two are literally the worst. You cannot be flirting over the ketchup-and-mustard suit. You cannot.”

“Can and am. As for how my husband would feel, he’s given me a free pass for the Devil since Daredevil saves the city on a regular basis,” you said breathlessly as you fixated on the breadth of Matt’s chest. Yeah, you could get used to the yellow. It was a lot but he’d find a way to make it work. “He’s known about my crush on the Devil for ages. So come over here and let me grope the evidence before I rule in your favor.”

Matt let out a playful growl and ran at you, catching you around the waist and throwing you up over his shoulder with ease as you shrieked before bursting into laughter. Matt quickly spun, slapping you once on the ass and making you squirm as he grinned at Foggy and you pointedly began to run your hands curiously over the suit. “Sorry, counselor,” Matt sighed. “Sounds like the verdict’s been rendered in my favor. Better luck next time.”

“You only won because you cheated!” Foggy groaned as Matt sauntered backwards towards the rooftop door. Hopefully Foggy thought that stumble was because Matt had misstepped, and not because you had, in fact, begun to grope hungrily at Matt’s ass. He couldn’t blame you. It was right there. “This was not a fair trial, and I object!”

“Objection denied. No cheating needed,” Matt snorted. “You should have known better than to put my wife on the stand.”

“I’m a weak woman when it comes to my husband’s ass and chest, especially when paired with the Devil head tilt,” you agreed. “I have not hidden this. I acknowledge my flaws.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t know you were this weak,” Foggy scoffed, crossing his arms.

Matt spun, slapping your ass again as you shrugged at Foggy, somewhat difficult considering you were still lazily draped over Matt’s shoulder, but you did your best. It wasn’t like you minded, after all. You had a great view of Matt’s ass from here. “Sorry, Foggy. I’ll make it up to you, but I gotta side with D on this one. I rule in favor of these ass-ets.”

“Oh,” Matt sighed, as Foggy made a retching sound. “Now I’ll really have to punish you, because that was a crime.”

“How many more years will I get if I slap your ass right now as an additional crime?”

“A lifetime sentence, Mrs. Murdock. I’d advise you to think very carefully before acting.”

You pretended to think about it for all of about point-five seconds. “Done.”

Smack!

His chest rumbled against your legs as a heated shudder rolled up his body beneath you, a motion easy to track with you draped over his shoulder, with your gaze fixed firmly on the line of him. And you’d gotten him good. The texture was a little different than the last Devil suit, but you still got a nice, loud sound of it, even if nothing would compare to bare, unobstructed skin.

He tilted his head very, very carefully, his lips brushing against your side. “You’re going to pay for that one when I get you inside, sweetheart,” he murmured, so quietly you knew it was just for you.

You were counting on it.

Foggy rolled his eyes as Matt wrenched open the rooftop door, and you threw Foggy a salute. “Despite my utter betrayal, I want you to know I love you, can’t wait to see that movie tomorrow. Use the other door on your way out, we’ll be locking this one.”

“Mustard-lover!” he threw at you, as you dropped your head to blatantly watch Matt’s ass again, the door shutting behind you both.

The second you were inside, Matt set you down carefully. Then he turned and stepped into you, herding you back with the broad line of his body. You gave in happily, ceding ground as he prowled forward until your back hit the wall, a shiver of anticipation running through you.

This never got old.

Your breath caught when he dipped his head, tilting it as he listened to the sound of your body, his tongue darting against his lips as he tasted you on the air, and you swallowed down an eager moan. He swayed in closer then, tempting you, inching closer until his mouth hovered over yours. Only then did his arms rise so he could brace his hands on either side of you, caging you in. Just like that, you were trapped, the Devil looming over you in heated shades of red and gold, rich lust and glorious indulgence. “Mm, now, sweetheart, I have one very important question before we start.”

Fuck, there was that voice again, nice and low. You couldn’t resist reaching out to touch him again, sliding your hands boldly up from his waist to fan out across his chest. “Uh huh?”

“Suit on,” he purred, his lips feathering against yours with each sinful world, “or suit off?”

“Suit definitely on,” you hummed, sliding your arms around him to drag your nails down the line of his back. “Someone’s gotta break it in, right?”

He threw you a feral grin, then, the low huff of his laugh rolling rich across your skin. “Did I ever tell you I love you?”

“Every day, D. Every beautiful day.”

-x-

“Ok, but is it… how yellow is it, really?”

“I mean, you’re not mustard-colored like Foggy says. More gold. But let’s just say if you polish that helmet too much, you might cause a car accident. That shit is really reflective now that I think about it.”

“Hm. I may have to change that in the future.”

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daredevilhub · 2 years

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[ID: Four comic edits of Matt Murdock on alternating yellow and red backgrounds. 1: Matt is opening his buttoned shirt to reveal his Daredevil suit underneath. Next to him is text that reads, “All I want to do, all I’ve ever wanted to do, was help people.” 2: There is a yellow circle with Matt in his black suit inside. The text above him spells “dare” and the text below spells “devil.” 3: Matt is looking over his shoulder to the right, holding a baseball bat. There is a white rectangle next to him that reads, “Matt Murdock.” 4: Matt is dressed in a white coat and speaking on the phone. In front of him are two text boxes that read, “You called me ‘street level’ earlier? I call it ‘people level.’” End ID.]

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theimpossiblescheme · 8 months

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a pair of plausible fellows: playlists for mungojerrie and rumpleteazer

#These took *so long* so I hope everyone appreciates them. XD #cats the musical #mungojerrie #rumpleteazer #if music be the food of love play on

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smokeybrandreviews · 2 years

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Objection!!

She-Hulk ended today and i was pleasantly surprised. These last two episodes are some of the best MCU TV has had to offer, which is a shame because the entirety of the show is aggressively mid. Overall, it’s probably the weakest of the entries but that’s not saying much because none of them have been really completely “good.” Well, that’s kind of a misnomer because both Loki and WandaVision were excellent, most of the time. WandaVision fumbled the bag at the goal and Loki was just all over the place in term of tone but generally good the whole way through. It also had the benefit of being THE entry that moved the overall Phase needle forward with them solid f*cking Variant shenanigans. She-Hulk, by comparison, felt like filler. Entertaining filler but filler, nonetheless. I know that seems like I'm rather apathetic toward the show but, truthfully? I had a pretty good time with it. There are some great aspects about this show. Not enough to distract from some atrocious writing, but enough for me to want to binge it all over again.

Obviously the best episode of this show was the one with Daredevil. Feige had blue-balled us enough and we got some solid Matt Murdock action that felt earnest, respectful of his brilliant Netflix adventures (which are technically canon because of the multiverse so good job, Sylvie!), and really introduced the character with aplomb. I Loved the Yellow/Red suit and the fact that Matt was still very much Matt, thanks to Charlie Cox just breathing that character. I absolutely adored the chemistry he had with Tatiana Maslany (who is the very best thing about this show, even when it’s trudging through the mire of mediocrity) and i genuinely hope we get more of that in the future. Other stuff i enjoyed were the many, many, Easter eggs and D-list villains that sprinkled throughout this ridiculous farce of a show. Sh*t should have been called She-Hulk: Eater Egg Vehicle because these callbacks were a plenty. Obviously, i loved Wongers and his new bestie, Madisynn. Blonksy was a surprise, genuinely thought this change to his character was brilliant. Kind of hoped they would have went farther with it but i can see the potential. And that’s where the disconnect is with me; This should never really capitalized on that ridiculous potential.

The execution of this show was VERY bad. Like, some of the worst I've seen in the entirety of the MCU. I would verge to say it WAS the e worst, but Thor: The Dark World exists. That steaming pile throws the curve but i digress. The writing in She-Hulk does not even come close to what this show wants to explore. It’s all superficial virtue signaling and that sucks because the messages this show wanted to champion, are very real. The reasoning behind Jen CAN control her rage much better than Bruce, makes sense to me. She’s never shown to be “better” her cousin, just different. Jen is shown to be strong, sure, but nowhere near as powerful as the Hulk. She is, however, far more agile and quick on her feet, just like in the comic. I loved the commentary about Intelligencia and the trolls and all that sh*t because it is very relevant in this age of revenge porn, incel rage, and anonymous doxxing. This stuff makes sense and it’s wildly intriguing, specially framed around the strongest female hero in the MCU’s pantheon. Like, individually, all of this stuff works. Jen struggling to come to terms with being She-Hulk. The existential crisis of people wanted the giant green mommy and not scrawny, human, Jen. Her struggle to find love in a world of seemingly endless inferior men. I get that. I’d watch that. I did watch that. I just wish it was better and this sentiment can be attribution to all of the MCU TV outings.

I love the idea of long form storytelling for the MCU. I would love to see an hours long character study of Dr. Doom, interwoven with political intrigue or follow a Shana the She-devil serial as she survives in the goddamn Savage Land. But the Frank Cho one, with the secret Nazi Super-Soldier cloning origin. That sh*t was dope. The problem is that Feige hasn’t cracked this nut just yet. Similar to how She-Hulk was solid on paper but poor in execution, the MCU hasn’t figured out how to actually make compelling TV yet. It’s there, i can see it with stuff like Falcon and Bucky or Moon Knight but it’s not quite ready to BE MCU, you know what i mean? Like, this is Phase Four and, in a lot of ways, it feels as clumsy as Phase One, which makes sense. The Infinity saga was eleven years of coherent, canonical, storytelling but it ended with Endgame. What we have now is another start to, hopefully, a decade’s long journey culminating in something just as exceptional but it has to start somewhere. And it’s starting just like the entire MCU did: Stumbling out the gate. She-Hulk: Attorney at Law was fun. It’s not great but it’s nowhere near as bad as certain, very vocal branches of the fandom, would want you to believe. You can have a great time if you go in with the understanding this ain’t Phase Three Marvel. It’s closer to Phase One and a half. But that can be said about all of the other shows, too so, you know, pick your poison i guess?

#She-Hulk: Attorney at Law #She-Hulk #MCU #Marvel

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tytach · 2 years

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As a big fan of the Daredevil from the netflix show, one thing I'm really concerned about his return in the MCU is that we lose what made him such an interesting character. Marvel has had a tendency to go more light-hearted recently, which doesn't align with the Daredevil we've been introduced to. So I watched the latest episode of She-Hulk, and here's my thoughts on Matt's return.

She-Hulk spoilers below the cut.

First of all, I understand that She-Hulk has been a really light-hearted and carefree show so far. So it's obvious to me that DD being introduced in that context will have an impact on his characterization, and I'll adapt my commentary based on that. As desapointing as it is, I am not expecting a Matt as profound and tortured as the one from season 3. Here are the notes I took alongside the episode.

Fight between Jen and Matt: fun! And we can see that Matt is having fun too. We know he has a tendency to put himself in danger, near suicidal sometimes, so fighting a Hulk would defintely give him his adrenaline spike of the month and I can believe he would enjoy it. He might be a bit too open about it though. I have a big issue with how good he looks at fighting. As in, the movements are too fluid, it’s obvious they’re CG. He’s too graceful. I would expect that kind of moves from Spidey, not a DD who doesn’t have heightened agility. The original show was more gruff, the stunts were made by real people and there was more weight to the moves, and to me it’s a loss that we don’t have that here. The fight was still fun to watch though. Bonus point for Matt being disorientated after a blow to his hearing.

Matt’s suit: I’m divided on it. It’s a nod to the very first suit from the comics and I appreciate that. I really do. However, in the previous show it’s been established Matt is aiming to create fear in his ennemies. We had that with the first black suit, then the full red devil suit. Yellow and red though, I find that less fear inducing, so it’s a bit of a loss on the character in my opinion.

Matt being flirty: Matt and beautiful women. It’s been established he’s a charmer. This def gets a pass (even though I’m team Karen).

Matt being corny: that one itches me in the wrong spot. I find that out of character in most instances. "He’s lying. Don’t ask me how I know, I just know smirks". Why would he say that in court except to match the light hearted tone of the show and tell us, the viewers, "yes, that guy has powers too", which is not aligned with the DD we know? I don't mind a joke here and there, but corniness only gets a pass when he's flirting. Not in serious situations.

Also I’m not too sure about Matt being so lenient about his secret identity and his senses. Even if Jen is also an attorney and a super-hero. Matt is a vigilante. If his identity gets leaked, it's not only him that will be sentenced to prison, but most likely Karen and Foggy too (assuming they exist in this reality and know about Matt's nighttime activites.)

THE USE OF DAREDEVIL’S THEME KSOEUHIEUHPIUTH I know you’re trying to get me in the feels, Marvel, and it’s working.

Where’s his gruff Daredevil voice though

Corridor fight: ok, now we have DD. Even if that corridor fight wasn't a corridor fight(TM). Love that the batons are back. Still can’t explain how DD could knock that guy out with his baton without even being the room though.

Overall I had a good time watching the episode. Matt's characterization was a bit lacking, but it was to be expected seeing the context he's reintroduced into. It was nice to see him a bit more light-hearted than we're used to though. However I would have really appreciated it even more if his Daredevil personna stuck closer to what we know. Yes Daredevil is broody and very garded. I don't mind that he looses that façade once Jen knows his identity, but at the beginning it would have been nicer to see the Daredevil we know (as well as later on in the final fight against the goons). I'm still worried about how much of the netflix show will be canon in the upcoming retconned show. And, ngl, I'm still worried we won't get back what made Daredevil such an amazing and unique series; even though I've kind of grieved season four by now. Rest in peace, amazing storyline gone too soon. I hope your descendents will honor your memory and stay true to your essence (even though I don't really believe it'll happen anymore.)

#she hulk spoilers #she hulk review #daredevil #daredevil is back in the mcu and i'm divided on it #this is a shout into the void. i just needed to vent a bit

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descaladumidera · 1 year

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My contribution to @bangyourselfminibang! Big thank you to the organizers and my partner in crime @ultimateundesirable-bwpp, who wrote a fantastic fic for this piece.

You can read it here:

ID in alt text and under the cut.

[ID:

A drawing of Mike Murdock (Earth-616), Matt Mur(der)dock (Earth-65), and Matt Murdock (Earth-616).

Murderdock is sitting in a wooden armchair with red velvet cushioning in the middle of the drawing. He is lounging, right arm propped on the armrest of the chair, head resting on his hand. His right foot is propped on his left thigh, while his left foot is placed on the ground. His red hair is neatly combed and parted in the middle, some strands hanging into his face. He is wearing red glasses and a red suit with a black tie and a white shirt, but no shoes and no socks. His cane is resting against the chair and he is smiling smugly, as his left hand is raised towards the height of his shoulders, holding a leash.

On the other end of the leash is Matt, collared and kneeling on the ground to the left of the chair, hands neatly propped on his thighs. The collar is red as are his briefs, which are the only articles of clothing he is wearing. His naked skin is on display, showing his freckles. He also isn't wearing his glasses, blue eyes staring ahead emptily, mouth slightly open, while red, slightly longer hair, is hanging into his face. The briefs are not hiding his erection, straining against the fabric, the tip of his cock peaking out, with precum dribbling down.

On the other side of the chair, half behind and half next to it, is Mike, standing with his arms perched on the backrest. He is standing with his right leg slightly bent, standing on his toes with that one, while his left leg is holding most of his weight. He is wearing a white shirt with a brightly yellow Hawaiian shirt with green palm trees over it, as well as blue jeans and yellow Converse sneakers. Sunglasses are pushed up into his red hair, which is a bit shorter than Matt's, and he is smiling, while looking down at Murderdock. Like his twin he has freckles and blue eyes.

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#Matt Murdock #Mike Murdock #Murderdock #Mike/Matt/Murderdock #Daredevil #Marvel #NMCU #MCU #Comic #lemon-ade #TW: Incest #TW: Selfcest #fanart #Desca draws

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smokeybrand · 2 years

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Objection!!

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undercoverpena · 2 years

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orange, yellow, red [i]

matt murdock x fem!reader word count: 3.7k | warnings: little angst, little heartbreak, little bucky x reader too. an: I've had this for ages, but was nervous to post. summary: he needs your help, and you can't say no.

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You’ve known him since you were a teenager.

One of the very few who knew all the sides of him: the good and the devil. And yet, him asking you here for help feels odd, strange. He’s talking about how it’s fine if you need it cleared, as if you can’t freelance. If that’s the right word for being arm-candy on a stake out.

“I can help a friend, Matt.”

Smirking, he tilts his head. “Can you?”

There’s a cut on his forehead that’s healing, one he’s tried to hide by letting his fringe fall down, and he’s dressed nice.

Too nice.

And you roll your eyes, even if he can’t see it in the same way others can. “I can. Especially when they’re in ties and nice suits.”

But also because he doesn’t ask for help; he doesn’t ever ask anyone for help. If anything, he pushes them away. Even now—or Foggy tells you as much.

So you can’t say no, even if you want to—not that you do. Even if you remind him you’re sloppy, you’re not as good as your friends. He doesn’t care, Matthew Murdock wants you. You can sense it before he says as much too.

His fingers reach for your hand—squeezing. “I need you.”

Smiling, you force yourself to ignore the way your cheeks warm. “Imagine if Hell’s Kitchen knew how soft you were.”

He releases your hand, smiling, and you tell him you’ll get dressed and you’ll be right with him. Walking to your room before you discover him holding you, and you holding him; slipping back into ways you’ve both escaped from before. The natural order of things, where you’re under him and he’s driving you insane.

Because it was hard to walk away the first time, impossible the second, and you’re not sure you can do a third.

You press your back against your bedroom door, catching your breath. Wondering if you should tell anyone where you’re going, until you remember everyone else comes and goes as they please. Steve doesn’t tell anyone, neither does Sam; you’re sure you’re the only one who notices Bucky leaving or Nat. No one else has to ever explain what they’re doing, when they’re doing it.

So you walk out, striding in the dress especially chosen from your wardrobe, the one you’ve not yet worn, knowing the event needed to be right. And you wish, he knew how it looked without his special senses. Appreciating it the way it’s supposed to be.

Not that it matters, because you know you look good.

Smirking, you throw your bag on the counter before walking towards Matt barefoot, watching him turn to face you, smiling, adjusting the circular glasses.

“You look—“

“Save it, Murdock,” you reply, stopping just before him as he grins a little wider. “I’m wearing a black dress.”

“Good.”

Snorting, you roll your eyes. “Heels or not-heels.”

“Can you run in them?” He asks, grinning. “Better than you did in college?”

Narrowing your eyes, you drop your heels to the floor. “Anyone ever told you that you’re not as funny as you think?”

“Only one. But I think she has a soft spot for me.”

Your mouth opens, before closing. “The spot is getting smaller.”

You bend to pick up a shoe, slowly placing a heel on when you see Sam in the corner of your eye. His eyes widening, before you look to see Steve behind him, eyes narrowing, full of curiosity with a hint of annoyance.

“Shit,” you mutter.

“I’ll wait,” Matt says, cockily as you groan, walking towards the narrowing eyes.

Where hands were on hips, and you can hear the tone before he speaks. “And, where do you think you’re going?”

His voice carries, that’s the main downside of Captain America.

His voice carries through walls and rooms, unlike the day-to-day Steve-voice does; the quieter and cautious voice he uses when talking to you.

Steve who has a hand in training you; who listened as you moved around the compound. Who didn’t care that you began in IT—only realising through minor training that you had skills. Giving you a chance, even if others questioned why.

He worries, though. The voice is an indicator he’s doing so now, it shifts when he becomes protective. When he goes into full on lockdown mode because you’ve breathed differently than told too. He’s been like that since you began working with the knives and going on missions. Just because Steve believed you needed looking after, protecting as if somehow you’ll go too far and never return.

Tilting your head you smile. “Evening boys, I’m just going out, and I’ll be—”

“I do not think so,“ Steve says sharply.

Your mouth opens, before closing, because his voice is level-volume. If you weren’t careful, it’d get sharper, and louder. And when he does, his voice tends to wake Bucky. It tends to pull him from whatever corners he’s lurking in.

Too late, you think as you catch a pair of blue eyes watching you. Him coming towards the three of you, glaring. The trademark Bucky Barnes stare, the one you tease him about.

You know there’s something brewing between the two of you, even if you want to run from it. It comes out when it goes quiet, when the sun sets and people have found their beds. Beginning with long-stares in low-kitchen lights and sneaky smirks behind the others backs. In another life, where he didn’t hate himself and you weren’t weighed with grief, you think you’d have fallen together easier. The shards of yourselves not stopping the other from getting close.

Bucky’s protectiveness is different. Bucky’s is harder to avoid, to swallow.

Just like Matt’s.

Somehow, you keep falling for people who have things they need to do, things to repair and things to prove.

Stuck between the two of them. Bucky in front of you, Matt behind you, your loyalty wagered. Unsure who to choose. A triangle you didn’t know you’d really been between until now.

“I’ll be back before midnight,” you say, standing straighter.

“Yes, because that attire tends to be worn by people who return before midnight,” Steve bites, and you turn to hold his gaze, narrowing your eyes. “If you’re going to be late for training tomorrow for a date—“

“I’m not,” you snap, coldly, full of annoyance as you sense Bucky staring, watching. “I’m… helping a friend.”

Narrowing his eyes, Bucky’s fists clench. Both the metal one and the other, and you run your hand over your neck, fighting meeting his eyes.

You wish they were quieter, even if Matt’s hearing is so good he’d have heard it all even if it was a whisper.

It’s the principle, the embarrassment.

Because you can’t explain the shift in the air. The one dancing between you and the men in your lives. The past behind you, and the possible future before you. Even if it could all change in the blink of an eye. All you know is that it’s intensifying, building as you hold his stare, letting the eyes burn into your front and back.

The only difference between them is Bucky is an enigma. He makes you mad, and yet makes you laugh; he’s the person you go to, and some days the last person you want to see. Matt, though, feels like comfort, and history; he also makes you worry, and makes your heart ache with how many punches he takes.

Sighing, you hold Steve’s gaze. “I am not going on a date, and I’m not blowing off training for something that isn’t important. I’m helping a friend with my… skills.”

You grab your bag and phone from the counter, looking to see Matt in the corner of your eye.

Steve sighs—loud and unnecessary—because of course he does, just as Sam bites into an apple as though all the entertainment is making him hungry.

“Fine, we’ll come help.”

You face the two men who have suddenly closed ranks, ignoring the third behind them. “No,” their mouths opening as you tilt your head, “No. We don’t need your help. But, thank you.”

Turning, you head towards Matt, hearing them follow.

Hearing them without special senses as you watch Matt’s forehead crease as you approach.

Bucky snorts, and it’s that which gets your feet to stop. “He’s blind.”

You bite saying something, glaring at him with his own trademark stare. Because you’d rather ask; rather not be performative. Matt doesn’t tell people, it’s a secret he’ll take to the grave if he has too.

But, you smirk, making it as sweet as possible as you lock eyes with Bucky. Tilting your head, you slide your hand down to your thigh, watching his eyes fall to your fingers as he visibly swallows.

Steve sighs, running a hand over his face as you slide the fabric up holding Bucky’s stare, only partially hearing Sam mutter ‘Jesus Christ, you pair’, as you retrieve a knife. It glistens, shines, and practically gleams under the spotlights in between your fingers.

“Is he…?” you ask before you smirk.

And, it’s flying through the air, directly towards Matt.

Matt who is blind, but not really.

Matt who knows you deeper than these ever could.

Matt who was the one who used to stay up until all hours of the morning, in this stupidly bright apartment.

The same man who catches your knife in between his fingers with more ease than you were expecting, smiling before he adjusts his stick and rearranges his tie.

“I think we’ll be fine,” you reply bitterly, turning on your heel as Matt moves his arm for you to take. “Please. Don’t wait up, boys. You’re old, after all.”

+++

Matt can’t stop each thought from pecking.

Not as the car drives through the city, the one you’re borrowing, assuring him they won’t mind. He listens, hoping hearing the way the tyres run over wet roads and occasional pot holes will soothe him.

But it doesn’t.

“You didn’t need to agree. If it was going to get you in trouble.”

He hears you sigh behind the wheel, your heart falter in your chest as you exhale—ever so more than your usual outward breath.

Even if it hurt, he knew why you left his side. Why you tearfully said you needed space, the evenings of waiting for him, stitching him, pretending like you weren’t hurting, when he could hear you were.

He’d been happy to hear you’d gotten a job, a good one. He’d been happy to hear you were happy, until he found you in his place, sat waiting for him in the dark.

It had been easy to kiss you before letting you speak; it had been easy to carry you to the same bed you used to wake up in, before hearing you out.

Sometimes, when the bruises were too much and the stitching wasn’t as good, he replayed you saying you missed him, that you got it, that you loved him, that it made sense.

“They’re worriers, that’s all,” you explain. “They’ve lost a lot.”

“They’re good people.”

You snort, and he hears you slide your hand around the steering wheel. “They’re something. It’s fine, I’ll likely have to do more laps and more sparring but, it’s worth it to help you.”

“A friend.”

You indicate, changing lanes. “What?”

Matt swallows, not wanting it to come out as bitter as he knows it will. “You told them I was your friend.”

Your heart skips a beat, your tongue licking your lips as the car slows before it comes to a stop. “Well, aren’t we?”

He feels your eyes sliding onto him, and he can’t shake the smirk, even if he knows he should. “We’ll never just be friends.”

“Yeah, well,” you say, turning to focus on the road as you accelerate, “Tonight we’re friends.”

“Because of the guy?”

“The guy?” you ask, an inflection to your tone.

Matt smirks. “You know who I mean. The one whose heart beat so loudly it could bring down a building.”

Silence.

Something he’s never heard from you.

You’re loud, annoying—intrusive. You’d figured him out way before he’d realised he’d laid clues for you to do so. Remaining his friend, remaining something more until your things were mingled with his and his with yours. Until it seemed easier to live in one place, until he broke your heart each night; until he came home in states that left you a wreck, helping you to lose your job—even if you hated it anyway.

Even when things were bad, you were never silent.

“You like him—”

“Matt.”

“It’s okay,” he smiles, glad you can’t hear his own heart, “We’re friends, you can talk to me about it.”

“There’s nothing to say.”

“Your body says otherwise.”

“Stop reading my body,” you say, sharper, turning down a street with more gumption than the last few. “There’s nothing going on between me and Barnes. He’s just… a colleague.”

Matt snorts, because he remembers when he was just a classmate.

He remembers how easily he persuaded you to upgrade him from classmate to friend, to something without labels to boyfriend.

“And don’t you snort at me,” you add. “I’m not lying.”

“You are, but I’ll let you play pretend.”

Your jaw tenses, he hears it. The teeth on teeth, the stiff air change as you sigh.

“I’m just saying—“

“You’re not in court.”

Blinking, he turns his head to you.

“You’re not in court so you don’t require an admission of guilt, Matthew.” Matthew. His surname in that tone makes him smile. “Tonight, I am yours. Because you need me. There’s no one but friends and colleagues waiting back for me. So, you can either tell me what we’re doing or I’ll stop the car, give you some money, and you can run along buildings and go alone.”

He raises his hands in defeat, hearing your heart slow to a normal rhythm.

Desperately wanting to ask you if you thought you and him were friends, or colleagues. Or something else, now. Exes, people who used to date before he ruined it all.

“I can hear your brain.”

Laughing, Matt wipes his face. “You’re adorable.”

“I am, I’m even more adorable with a knife in each hand so keep pushing me.”

He laughs harder, finding it easy. It’s always easy with you, the weight from his shoulders shifting; the difficultness of the conversation and what he’s planned, sliding away somewhat.

“I was wondering what you refer to us as. If you refer to him as your colleague.”

He listens, hearing your lips part, a smile spreading as you sigh ever so lightly.

“A pain in my ass,” you reply as the car announces you’re both arriving, “that’s what I refer to you as.”

Rolling his lips as he hears you exhale.

“The soft spot in my heart,” you say quieter, avoiding him as you turn from him. “The boy I’d risk it all for.”

He hates that you’re not lying.

He also hates that you exit the car before he can say anything. But mostly, Matt hates that you’re a part of him too. And if you asked, he’d hang up the mask, not that you ever would.

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It would be easier if Matt didn’t look so good right now.

Sneaky and mischievousness had always looked good on him, but under low lights and narrowed brows, he was something else. Especially in the suit, and the casual smirk he’s worn since he stepped in with you. His mouth close to your ears, telling you he knows how good you look because half the room’s heartbeats rose.

You’d tried to use the champagne flute to cool your cheeks.

Not that it worked.

It never works around him.

He makes you feel like a student all over again, giddy and so unsure of yourself.

And yet, also gorgeous, beautiful, a freaking star in the night sky.

“So, your IT job.”

Smirking, you bring your glass to your lips. “So, your night classes?” Your elbow nudges him. “Don’t begin a game you can’t win, Matty.”

Matt smiles, even if he tries to fight it. “Touché.”

“But, the champagne is good, so I’ll bite. It was IT, the training only began as just wanting to be prepared, just in case—“

“And your trainer being a man who carries a shield?”

Taking a large mouthful, you swallow. “No better trainer, since the one I used to have was awfully devilish. He used to feel me up, did you know?” His laugh, sweet and light, fluttered to your ears, almost pulling you in. Almost reminding you how easy being around him is. “I’ve always had a good aim, I just never knew how good until…” Shrugging, you sigh, placing the glass down on a tray as a waiter passes. “My IT skills are also beneficial for my new line of work.”

Matt’s head is tilted, likely focusing, attention sharpening on everyone else.

To you, the person you’re here for is not immediately obvious. Although you suspect with the hushed whispers and dark looks anyone here could be committing a crime.

It seemed the place, not that you were an expert.

But looking at the side profile of the man beside you, it was hard not to wonder how you’d got here. How he, a simple, achieving lawyer did what he did; how you, someone who began as a receptionist helped Steve Rogers.

“I worry, that's all.”

“You should worry about yourself,” you say, softly. “Not like this city is blind-friendly.”

He moves closer, his arm sliding around you, and you stiffen, before settling. Your eyes carving the side of his face into your memory, wanting to remember him like this. Better this, than the memories of him bleeding and in pain; better tonight than the morning you’d had to leave for the second time, and the crushed look on his face when you did.

“You do look beautiful.”

“You’re blind.”

He smirks, his breath dancing over your neck. “Not that blind.”

It’s futile, hiding your heartbeat or the way your body flushes. He can sense it, likely intune with you from all the times he’s spent studying you, learning you. The man has a ridiculous talent of knowing what to say, what to do, what to touch and when to do so like he knows you on a level more than others.

Now, his fingers dance over your side, nose close to your ear, likely a performance, until you feel him smile.

It growing larger. “You’re my soft spot too.”

You’re sure your smile mirrors his, widening as you look at him, and it would be easy to kiss him, your body expectedly pushing you to do so, but you don’t.

“Dance with me.”

That would be easy too.

Your body pressed against his, his hand on your hip, lips so close to your skin. The two of you standing close. Like you have been at galas, like you have when he’s shirtless, panting and cut to oblivion and like when he first made you fall for him to begin with him.

It would be easy to love him all over again.

Rolling your lips, you exhale. “No.”

“No?”

Dipping your head, you feel something dislodge inside of you. “I dance with you, and you’ll win me over.”

Matt laughs, shorter, full of confusion as you stand tall.

“You’ll make me laugh, you’ll hold me like I’ve always wanted to be held, and then you’ll get sucked in,” you say, biting the inside of your mouth before continuing, “and you’ll make promises you can’t keep. And, I’ll believe you, because I want to. Christ, Matt… I want to.”

The cork on who used to be coming undone. It allows a flicker of the person who sat curled up, waiting for him to come home; it reminds you of the meals you sat alone, knowing either a case or something in the dark was more important.

It would be easy to forget, just like it was to forgive him.

“I…” your hand grabs your bag from behind you as you move closer to him, pressing a kiss to his cheek, whispering, “I shouldn’t have come.”

His hand holds your arm, softer but purposeful, and he may not see you the same as you see him, but you’re seen. He’s burning his thoughts into you the same way you can do to others.

“You said it yourself,” you add, sliding yourself free. “We’ll never just be friends.”

And, you’re moving, sliding around bodies with ease before he can convince you otherwise.

You’ve learnt from the best, the door moving closer and closer, knowing the one thing Matt can’t do is be as quick as you, otherwise they’d know. The people. The ones he’s brought here for, thinking he’s blind—thinking he’s not a threat.

Cool air washes over you, and it’s like coming up to breathe, your hand finding your throat as you gasp for air. Suddenly realising how warm you are; noticing how your chest and ears are burning.

Your feet carry you to the valet, handing your ticket before you can think.

Auto-pilot, a familiar friend from when you were with him before.

This time, he’s quicker. He’s more aware of your chess moves, how you wiggle from his grip before he’s had a chance to stop you. And you don’t need his senses to know he’s behind you, you can feel it.

His eyes, how they light your skin on fire as you turn on the spot, shaking your head as he comes closer, and closer, and closer…

Your body is frozen. Head not even shaking on your neck, as your fingers tighten around your bag.

Because you’ve seen this move before.

In movies and in real-life. Knowing he’s the King of unexpected kisses, the ghost of his first kiss with you over your lips as he’s almost in front of you.

And, you’re half-expecting him to kiss you. Body bracing to melt into him, not wanting to fight him, not wanting to fight fate.

But then the sky turns bright. The building and world behind him turning orange, yellow, red…

Then there’s heat, it warms the cool air.

His hand finds you, grasping tightly, and your body reverbs with shock before you’re off your feet, air rushing past your ears, realising slowly you’re being flung backwards, falling and turning.

And, you hear a scream, loud and full of fear, before you land with a crack.

And the scream stops.

#matt murdock #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x female reader #matt murdock x fem!reader #matt murdock x y/n #matt murdock x you #daredevil x reader #daredevil x fem!reader #daredevil x you #daredevil x y/n

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sawcondeezicons · 2 years

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→ bisexual MATT MURDOCK / DAREDEVIL icons.

[ID: 6 circular icons of Matt Murdock aka Daredevil, in the Daredevil TV show. Matt is a white man with dark brown hair and stubble, and light brown eyes. Behind him in all 6 icons is the bisexual pride flag.

The first icon shows Matt in his full Daredevil suit. The suit is dark red and black, features small devil horns, and covers his entire body apart from his lower face. He’s turned diagonally away from the camera, and is leaning on something, his head tilted slightly downwards.

The second icon shows Matt facing the camera and smirking, fixing his tie. He’s wearing a white button-up shirt, a dark grey blazer, and a black tie, along with his signature red-lensed glasses. His knuckles are bloody, he has a split lip, and his temple is grazed slightly.

The third icon shows Matt in his full Daredevil suit. He’s turned side-on from the camera, with his head turned slightly to face it. He’s smirking slightly.

The fourth icon shows Matt standing with a disturbed expression on his face. He’s wearing a blue and yellow “NYPD” T-shirt, and is missing his glasses.

The fifth icon shows Matt wearing his Daredevil suit without the headpiece. He’s facing the camera, however his head is turned away. He has a neutral expression on his face, and looks like he’s listening to someone.

The sixth icon shows Matt standing with a neutral expression on his face. He’s wearing a white button-up shirt, a dark grey tie, and a black blazer, along with his usual glasses. /End ID]

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pastafossa · 3 years

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The Red Thread Masterlist

🔥 = contains smuttiness 🌧️ = contains heavy angst

The Red Thread 🔥

Ship: Matt Murdock x F!Reader* **Special note: Reader, in TRT, uses a false identity named Jane Hind (a play on, ‘Jane Doe’). TRT is still written in second person, and Matt knows Reader’s actual name. But if you see posts with readers referring to Jane, this is who we’re talking about.

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 (no longer eventual! It’s there!), 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!

What-Ifs And Side Pieces/Drabbles:

✞ What would happen if Reader lost her memory just before coming back from her three months away? 🌧️ ✞ What if Reader was captured by the Man in the White Coat and months passed before Matt could find her and set her free? (VERY dark, caution advised) 🌧️ ✞ Soft headcanons about Ciro ✞ Melting Matt Murdock with head scratches after teasing him about it in Chapter 68. ✞ What if: Matt and Jane/Reader got a cat? ✞ Requested: Jane/Reader’s reaction to Matt’s new red and yellow suit ✞ That time Jane/Reader got stuck in a vent chasing a cat and Matt needed to get her out.

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 🔥 ✞ Matt’s POV of the drowning incident in Chapter 63

Extras/Supplementary Goodies

✞A Red Thread tarot spread to try if you’ve enjoyed the tarot symbolism in the fic ✞ The offficial TRT playlist on Spotify ✞ A requested, helpful index of all the smutty bits in TRT, complete with links ✞ Is there a deeper meaning to the 3-1-2 code they use with one another? ✞ A rundown of thread colors and what each means. ✞ A Hound!Jane aesthetic board

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 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!

#matt murdock x reader #daredevil x reader #the red thread #The Red Thread masterlist #TRT had been gradually eating up more and more space on my masterlist 😂#so it needed its own masterlist area #especially as the TRT universe continues to expand #also realized while making this that I hadn't tagged the artists in the original masterlist #when it comes to all the fan creations #that has now been remedied!

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daredevilhub · 2 years

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Matt Murdock in Devil’s Reign #5

[ID: Four comic edits of Matt Murdock in his Daredevil suit.

1: Matt is facing forward with a neutral expression. The background is dark red.

2: Matt is leaping in the air, yelling. He has both of his batons in his hands. The background is yellow.

3: Matt is crouching and looking towards someone off-screen. He is holding his arm out towards them. The background is yellow.

4: Matt is jumping in the air, slightly bent over. The background is dark red. End ID.]

#matt murdock #comics #mattmurdockedit #daredeviledit #comicedit #marveledit #usercroft #tuserkyle #usersawah #tusergaya #userjohnny #usergoldstar #tuserrex #usercy #userlindir #cbnetwork #ours #by parker #wednesday spoilers

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othelle · 3 years

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IT IS FINALLY DONE. Many thanks to Miri, @daresplaining, @hornheadonmain, @artbymintcookies, and @tofuthebold for all of their hard work on making the Mike Zine happen! This is my submission, and after months of screaming over it I am finally able to share it with you all. I highly recommend getting the zine (it’s free!) if you want to see the other gorgeous art in there by some very talented Mike fans, as well as an incredible fic by none other than Daresplaining themself (plus other bonus content).

[Image ID: 7 full body images of either Matt or Mike Murdock, each showing a different frame of a walk cycle such that the full image looks like a time lapse of him walking. Each frame is wearing a different outfit. The first outfit is Mike’s first outfit from the comic, with his white fedora, yellow waistcoat, and blue pants. The second outfit is another Mike outfit, this time his green tartan suit with white fedora. The next outfit is Daredevil’s yellow suit. The fourth outfit is Mike’s orange and yellow striped blazer from the comic with black pants. The fifth outfit is the red public identity suit from the comics. The sixth outfit is the classic “I’m Not Daredevil” jumper from the comic, plus fake devil horns. The seventh outfit is Mike standing still, slightly separated from the other frames. He is wearing his trucker cap and button-up from when he was made real by Reader. End ID.]

#Daredevil #Mike Murdock #Matt Murdock #zine #my art #guys this is so exciting

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a-kitten-with-claws-archived · 3 years

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𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙰𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚃𝙸𝙲𝚂

COLOUR. —— red.brown. orange. yellow. green. blue. purple. pink. black.white. teal. silver. gold. grey. lilac. metallic. matte. royal blue.strawberry red.charcoal grey. forest green. apple red. navy blue. crimson.cream. mint green. magenta. pastels. bubblegum pink. blood red. ivory.

ELEMENTAL. —— fire. ice. water. air. earth. rain. snow. wind. moon. stars. sun. heat. cold. steam. frost. lightning. thunder. sunlight. moonlight. dawn. dusk. twilight. midnight. sunrise. sunset. dewdrops. clouds. light. dark. shadow.

BODY. —— claws. long fingers. fangs. teeth. wings. tails. lips. bare feet. freckles. bruises. canine. scars. scratches. ears. wounds. burns. spikes. feathers. webs. eyes. hands. sweat. tears. feline. chubby. curvy. short. tall. normal height. muscular. slender. trained. piercings.tattoos. strong. shape shifting. svelte. long hair. short hair. dark circles. big. small. prosthetic. experimented. cyborg. halos. horns. wolfish.

WEAPONRY. —— fists. sword. dagger. spear. scythe. bow & arrow. hammer. shield. poison. guns.axes. throwing axes. whips. knives. throwing knives. pepper sprays. tasers. machine guns. slingshots. katanas. maces. staffs. wands. powers. magical items. magic. rocks. power loader. flamethrower. metal rod. shotguns. needles.

MATERIAL. —— gold. silver. platinum. titanium. diamonds. pearls. rubies.sapphires. emeralds. amethyst. metal. iron. rust. steel. wood. porcelain. paper. wool. fur. lace.leather. copper. silk. velvet. denim. linen. cotton. charcoal. clay. stone. asphalt. brick. marble. dust. glitter. blood. dirt. mud. smoke. ash. shadow. carbonate. rubber. synthetics. yarn. slime. ivory.

NATURE. —— grass. leaves. trees. bark. roses. daisies. tulips. holly. lavender. lilies. petals. thorns. sunflowers. seeds. hay. sand. rocks.snow. ice.roots. flowers. ocean. river. lake. meadow.forest. desert. tundra. savanna. rain forest. swamp. caves. underwater. coral reef. beach. waves. space.stars. clouds.mountains. fungi. cliffs. sunlight.

ANIMALS. —— lions. wolves. black panther. eagles. owls. falcons. hawks. swans. snakes. turtles. ducks. bugs. roaches. spiders. birds. whales. dolphins. fish.sharks. horses. cats. dogs. bunnies. praying mantis. crows. ravens. misc. lizards. frogs. bears. werewolves. unicorns. pegasus. dinosaurs. dragons. felines. foxes. centaurs.

FOOD & DRINK. —— sugar. salt. water. candy. bubblegum. wine. champagne.hard liquor. beer. coffee. tea. spices. herbs. apple. orange. lemon. cherry. strawberry. watermelon. vegetables. fruits. meat. fish. pies. desserts. chocolate. cream. caramel. berries. nuts.cinnamon. burgers. burritos. pizza. vanilla. cookies.

HOBBIES. —— music. art. piercing. watercolours. gardening. knitting. smithing. sculpting. painting. sketching. fighting. fencing. riding. writing. composing. cooking. sewing. training. dancing. acting. singing. martial arts. self - defense. electronics. technology. cameras. video cameras. video games. computer. phone. movies. theater. libraries. books. magazines. poetry. philosophy. cds. records. vinyls. cassettes. piano. violin. cello. guitar. electronic guitar. bass guitar. harmonica. synthesizers. harp. woodwinds. brass. trumpet. flute. drums. bells. playing cards. poker chips.chess. dice. motorcycle riding. eating. climbing. tree climbing. running. vivisection.

STYLE. —— lingerie. armor. cape. dress. robes. suit. tunic. vest. shirt. boots.heels. legging. trousers. jeans. skirt. shorts. jewelry. earrings. necklace. bracelet. ring. pendants.hat. goggles. crown. circlet. helmet. scarf. neck tie. brocade. cloaks. corsets. doublet. chest plate. gorget. bracers. belt. pauldrons. sash. coat. jacket. hood. gloves.socks. masks. cowls. braces. watches. glasses. sunglasses. visor. eye contacts. makeup. pantyhose. stockings. thigh highs. eye patch. collar.

MISC. —— balloons. bubbles. cityscape. landscape. light.dark. candles.war. peace. money. power. percussion. clocks. photos.mirror. pets. diary. fairy lights. madness. sanity. sadness.happiness.optimism.pessimism.realism. loneliness. anger. family. friends.assistants. co-workers. enemies. lovers.loyalty. smoking. alcohol. drugs.kindness. love. embracing.

tagged by: @skyler-bane (thanks chick!)

tagging: @breathingliife, @hyperverbalbillionaire, @ericbrandonrp, @consultingsister, @blue-eyed-devils and anyone else that wants to x,

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ladymaigrey · 4 years

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From what I understand, it is commonly recognised that the arrival of Frank Miller as the artist and, later, the writer of the Daredevil comics, saved the series from a slow death and created the storylines without which the Netflix show would not have existed (or would not have been as compelling). However, just before Miller’s arrival, there was a short run of comics by Jim Shooter/Gil Kane (##146 – 151), which were then taken over by McKenzie as the writer (##152 – 157, with Miller joining him at #158). These comics were already sold bi-monthly (due to the falling sales of the series), and this whole pre-Miller run tends to get overlooked as an unimportant prelude to Daredevil’s proper heyday. Even Marvel.com doesn’t carry it digitally (except #146; EDIT as of Jan 2020, they do). Yet there are so many amazing “firsts” in this handful of comics, which are such obvious harbingers of Matt Murdock’s future.

During these 11 issues, we see the first cover art depicting an actively-bleeding Daredevil (from a gun-shot wound inflicted by Bullseye; issue 146). His total lack of self-preservation, suicidal stubbornness and rage even terrifies Bullseye, to the extent that he gives up a winning fight out of sheer belief that Daredevil is truly insane. This is something that, until then, was really a hallmark of the villains of the series, but which, later, became a key personality characteristic of the “Devil of Hell’s Kitchen”.

As a direct result of that confrontation - his injuries, and his lack of attention to details - Matt goes through one of the biggest failures of his life as Daredevil. His mistaken evidence incarcerates an innocent man, who then commits suicide in prison, while the real villain of the story-ark (Killgrave) escapes. We then see Matt lose his girlfriend, Foggy’s friendship, and his faith in himself, until the final confrontation with Killgrave, which has Matt make the first semi-conscious decision to allow a criminal to die out of revenge, rather than prevent the death and force the villain to face justice.

Ben Urich gets introduced during this run.

Becky Blake gets hired by Nelson and Murdock’s “Storefront” law firm, where her interview, with a sore and concussed Matt, becomes a wonderful rant against ableism.

And, for the first time, in #156, Matt’s alter ego is portrayed as a personification of his darker impulses, rather than as a pure hero. Until then, even when Matt had renounced his Daredevil side as something that is ruinous to his life and friendships, its moral incongruity was not examined. In this issue, while delirious in a hospital, Matt dreams about fighting Daredevil, who is dressed in the first-incarnation “yellow” suit and is armed with knuckledusters (highlighting the underhanded sinister advantage of that side of his identity). The “Yellow” Daredevil taunts Matt with the knowledge that he is the force of destruction and death, which has been stalking Matt all his life, while another version of Matt (as his lawyer-self) cowers away and tells him that he can’t win. The only part of Matt’s life and personality, that seems to be in his corner during this identity crisis (or identity revelation), is the memory of his father - Battlin’ Jack Murdock – who begs him to never give up.

Matt doesn’t give up. That part of him proves to be the strongest of all. Yet, this dream/hallucination is the clearest representation (up to this point in the comic’s timeline) of the contradictory - and destructive - forces that constantly battle within Matt’s psyche and drive him to the extremes of decisions and actions.

This is a theme that was explored by many writers that came since (including Miller himself). It is the conflict that is central to Charlie Cox’s Matt Murdock. And, from what I can tell, it started here, on these nearly-forgotten pages.

[ID: DD in the original yellow costume, but with a red-eyed mask confronts Matt Murdock, who is in his red costume. They are in a boxing ring. Battlin’ Jack Murdock is in Matt’s corner, encouraging him. Another representation of Matt, in his lawyer’s suit with a cane, stands aside and warns the real Matt that he cannot possibly win.]

‘Yellow’ DD: Daredevil! Of course, you blind fool! Who did you expect? I am the one foe who knows your every thought, your every move! And I am the one foe you can never defeat.

Matt: No!

[ID: they fight and the ‘Yellow’ DD, who has knuckledusters, seems to easily get the upper hand]

‘Yellow’ DD: Give up, Murdock! Make it easy on yourself! Do you hear me, Murdock? Give up I say! Life just isn’t worth all this pain – all this suffering!

Matt: No! Never!

[ID: ‘Yellow’ DD turns into an image of Death]

‘Yellow’ DD/Death: I need disguise myself no liner, Matthew Murdock. You are mine, even as your father - and, before him, your mother – were mine! But then everyone is mine, sooner or later. Everyone belongs to …

[ID: Matt, in hospital, whimpers, “Death! N-no—NO! I… It isn’t time … yet…”]

Battlin’ Jack Murdock: … Time! There’s still time, son! Time to get up – to fight! You haven’t been counted out yet! Matt! Please! You promised me! You promised me you’d live!

Matt: Yes…I… I did! … And I will! I will! I will!

[ID: Matt beats up Death and eventually comes out of coma in the hospital.]

#Daredevil #matt murdock #vol. 1 #comics #mypost

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goalcaufield · 5 years

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pink - spencer knight

requested: yes! // I need something to cheer me up so imagine lowkey dating spence buy you guys haven’t told your families yet (his mom knows somethings up though, the boy is clearly smitten). when he asks if you can come to the draft its obvs but she lets you think she’s convinced by the “just friends” story. But then later, after everything, you find time alone and you congratulate spencer on everything and you guys are kissing in some dark hallway only to be broken apart by his mom going “so just friends?”

words: 1916 but it feels like so much more jesus

“Are you ready?” You ask, poking your head out of the bathroom while you put your earrings on. Spencer stood in front of the mirror in the bedroom fixing his tie. You had to leave for Rogers Arena in about twenty minutes, so it was time to start wrapping everything up and start heading for the draft.

“Yeah, yeah, I think so,” Spencer says, and he turns to face you. His jaw immediately falls slack as his eyes rake up and down your body, taking in your attire for the night before they finally settle on your eyes. “Do you know how hard it’s gonna be for me to keep my hands to myself tonight?”

You can feel your cheeks flush, and you bite your lip to prevent a smile from breaking out on your face. You turn back into the bathroom so Spencer can’t see the lock on your face. “Contain yourself, Knight,” You tease, knowing you hadn’t told anyone about your relationship yet. You reach for the light pink lipstick Spencer adores on you and you apply it. He walks into the bathroom, his suit jacket on completing his outfit, and he stands behind you. “Can I help you?”

“You look beautiful, that’s all,” He smiles placing his hands on your hips, his eyes meeting yours in the mirror. You place the lipstick back down on the bathroom countertop and lean back into Spencer’s chest.

“To be fair, it’ll be hard for me to keep my hands to myself too,” You say and reach your hand up to cup his cheek before leaning up to press your lips to the underside of his jaw. Spencer breaths out a sigh of content. “I’m proud of you, Spence,” You murmur, and Spencer turns you around in his arms. He goes to lean down and kiss you, but his phone begins to ring causing him to draw away.

“It’s my mom,” He grumbles and answers the phone. You take this as your opportunity to go and get your shoes on; a pair of silver heels that go with your navy dress perfectly. They also gave you a few inches more, which was perfect with Spence being as tall as he is.

“You ready, gorgeous? Mom wants to head out now, they’re all in the lobby,” Spencer says walking into your bedroom. After insisting you two had to share a room - being “best friends” and all - Lilly insisted there at least be two beds in the room. Didn’t mean you had to use both, though.

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” You give him a reassuring smile, grabbing both of his hands when he’s standing right in front of you. “What about you, goalie boy? You ready to find out what city is lucky enough to snag you?”

Spencer smiles widely. “As ready as I’ll ever be,” He echoes back to you, and he leans down to finally press his lips to yours. “I’m just glad I’ll have you by my side through it all.”

“Trust me, love, I’m not going anywhere,” Your thumb runs over his knuckles and you give him one last smile before releasing your hold on his hands. “Okay, let’s go before your family gets more suspicious than they already are.”

When you get to Rogers Arena there are people everywhere: boys your age talking amongst one another, professional looking men hurrying through the concourse, and families taking photos and conversing before having to head to their seats. Everything then begins to hit you right then and there. Spencer was finally getting drafted. Tonight was the night you two had waited two years for and it was finally here.

“Y/N, do you wanna sit with my parents, Hannah and Claire or do you wanna come with me to see the boys?” Spencer asks, and he doesn’t have to flat out ask you; you can see it in his eyes he’s begging for you to come with him.

“Yeah, sure,” You say, and you can see the soft little smirk Lilly is sending you that causes your cheeks to turn pink.

“Take care of her, Spencer, don’t let anything happen to her,” Lilly points at her eldest sternly, and Spencer smiles the million dollar smile that could melt any girl’s heart. Yours obviously included.

“Never let that happen,” He’s turned to look at you, but you’re facing straight forward, your eyes locked with Lilly’s. You’re biting your lip to prevent the smile, but that only eggs Spencer on as he scans over your blushing face. Part of him is wondering what he did to get the beautiful girl standing next to him - his best friend - and the other doesn’t want to question it at all and just accepts it gratefully. “Okay, let’s go,” Spencer’s hand on your back finally snaps you out of it, and the two of you are walking towards god knows where.

You end up meeting up with pretty much all the boys projected to go in the first round: Alex, Trevor, Cole, Bobby, Matt, and of course Jack. When the time finally comes, you wish all the boys good luck, and you’re heading towards where your seats for the night would be. With your hand clutched in Spencer’s, you can tell the nerves are really starting to get to him.

“Spence,” You say softly, and he glances over at you. “Love, I promise everything will be okay. You’ve proven yourself to the best of your ability and any team that passes up on you is so incredibly stupid it isn’t even funny. You’ve got this, love, and the team that drafts you has got the best one there is.”

You’ve stopped walking now. You’re standing in the middle of the concourse, Spencer’s face cupped in your hands forcing his blue eyes to look down into yours. His hands are squeezing your hips which finally settles the shakiness of his hands. “Have I ever told you how much I love you?”

Those three words still make your heart race. “Maybe once or twice,” You tease and lean up to press a kiss to his lips.

Back at your seats you’re sat the farthest away from Spencer on the other side of Hannah. Lilly and Chris are sat on either side of their son, which was expected. You weren’t thinking you’d be sitting next to him anyway; this was for his family, not you.

Finally, the draft goes underway. You’re sneaking glances at Spencer every now and then, mouthing ‘I love yous’, anything that could potentially calm his nerves.

Jack, like expected, goes first overall, and soon it seems like the teams have begun to realize how special the development program boys are, and they’re slowly getting picked off one by one. Jack goes to the Devils, Alex to the Kings, Trevor to the Ducks, Matthew to the Wild, Cam to the Flyers, and that’s when Florida finally takes the stage. Literally.

And that’s when it finally comes. “From the United States development program: Spencer Knight.” It’s like slow motion. You can barely even hear the words coming from the GM’s mouth, but along with all of the other Knights you rise at the sound of Spencer’s name.

Slowly, but surely, Spencer hugs his parents, then both his sisters, and then you. “I am so proud of you, Spencer Knight,” You whisper into his ear as you rest your head on his shoulder. His arms around you tighten around your waist.

“I love you,” He says quickly before he’s releasing you from his hold and whisked away down to the floor. Tears well up in your eyes watching your best friend and boyfriend finally live out his dream.

“Are you okay?” Lilly asks you, and you laugh quietly at yourself for the pathetic moment.

“Yeah, I just can’t believe it finally happened,” You laugh. “The past two years we’ve been waiting for this moment knowing it would come eventually, and now that it did, I have no words. It doesn’t feel real.”

You wipe away the tears that are falling from your eyes as Spencer crosses the stage, shaking hands with each member of the Florida Panthers management. He then finally gets back to center stage and slips the red and yellow sweater over his head, completing the look with the baseball cap.

Hannah grabs your hand. You know it’ll be tough for her big brother being gone all the time now, and you give her hand a reassuring squeeze. And then he’s gone, and going through post-draft protocol.

A few minutes pass, and you’re finally able to head backstage to see Spencer. It’s hard though; watching him get his photos taken in the new jersey and not the team USA or Boston College. Watching him do interviews knowing this is officially his team, and Sunrise, Florida will soon be his home. It’s all too bittersweet.

Finally, though, you’re all in the lounge room for families and their draftee son. Spencer hugs his family again, and then finally gets to you. This hug lasts so much more longer than the one back in the seats, his arms around you so much tighter as you rock back and forth.

“I’m so, so proud of you,” You whisper, squeezing your eyes shut to prevent yourself from crying again.

“You and me against the world, got that?” He asks, pulling back to look at your face. His thumbs wipe at the few tears that have made their way down your cheeks.

“Got it,” You smile to the best of your ability, your hands resting on top of his.

You end up with Jack, Alex, and Cole talking with them and Spencer about what the future brings. Jack hopes to make the Devils straight out of development camp, Cole wants to go to Wisconsin, Alex is gonna strive to make the Kings roster, and Spencer still wants to attend Boston College in the fall. That was your plan, after all. When the conversations start to die out is when Spencer grabs your hand as is tugging you out to the hallway.

“Spencer, what’re you-“ You begin to ask, but he’s quick to cut you off as he presses his lips to yours to shut you up.

“I’ve been waiting so long to do that,” He pulls away briefly to say, but his lips are right back on yours.

Your hands lock around the back of his neck, your fingers toying at the little hairs sticking out of the back of his hat. His hands are resting on your lower back, his lips moving harshly against yours.

And then you hear someone clear their throat.

Startled, you pull away from Spencer, and of course Lilly is standing right there, a smirk on her face. “So, ‘just friends?’” She asks, her arms crossing over her chest.

“Surprise?” Spencer chuckles, and Lilly can only give you two a smile.

“I had a feeling,” She teases, and you can’t help but smile at the boy towering over you. “But make sure you wipe that lipstick off, Spencer.”

You look at his lips, and sure enough your pink lipstick has transferred all over is own lips. You giggle and start to wipe at it.

“Don’t be out here for two long, okay?” Lilly sighs and the two of you nod. She heads back into the lounge, and Spencer waits until the door closes behind his mother to speak.

“Absolutely no promises,” He whispers before leaning back down to kiss you again.

#spencer knight #jack hughes #trevor zegras #nhl draft 2019 #nhl #hockey #nhl hockey #nhl imagine #hockey imagine

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thestorytellerofkpop · 5 years

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The Steps in Finding Love; Patience

Title: The Steps in Finding Love; Patience

Word Count: 7.2k+

Rating: T with eventual M

Genre: Realistic fiction, slice of life, drama, fluff with eventual smut

Warnings: Smoking, Established member x member relationship, angst that heals, bad made up makeup names and references, mentions of bad past relationships, a supportive yet sassy maknae line. This is part two of a four part series.

Pairings: Female Reader x BTS members, Jimin x Jungkook (Jikook)

Summary: “Mama said the next step was always the worse for the women in our family, and that step, was patience.”

1, 2, 3 (coming August 9th)

Tonight was the night. Tonight was the launch of the Cake palette you and your team worked tirelessly for, for months. You worked through the pain of your breakup until you passed out from exhaustion, filling the painful and broken void of your heart with the struggles and stress of work. You worked yourself to the bone up until tonight, making sure everything was in place for the party and informing security that Kim Seokjin was removed from the guest list and shouldn’t be allowed entry under any circumstances. Eventually Taehyung’s words started to make sense to you: you felt enlightened now that you’ve experienced a real heartbreak. The amount of tears that you cried grew less and less with each passing hour and day of work until you couldn’t come up with a logical reason to cry anymore. And the pain? Well, most of it was gone. But then again, no one ever really gets over the pain of their first real heartbreak, do they? Now here you were with your three friends in Jimin’s and Jungkook’s apartment, getting ready for the night of celebration.

“Babe, you need to chill.” Taehyung pursed his lips at you, bopping the eyeshadow brush he held against your nose. “I’m gonna ruin your makeup if you keep shaking like that.”

“Sorry Tae,” you said absentmindedly, playing with the hem of your bright turquoise dress. “I’m just nervous.”

“About the party or about you-know-who?” Jungkook asked from across the room, carefully applying Jimin’s eyeliner. He smiled and clicked his tongue when he was done, holding up a mirror to show Jimin his work.

“Beautiful as always Kookie.” Jimin smiled, straightening out his husband’s tie before moving to sit next to you.

He held your hand, and the warm gesture made you relax enough to allow Taehyung to finish applying your bright white eyeshadow, the shade you dubbed ‘Bavarian Cream’.

“Y/N. It’s been three months honey. If Seokjin was going to try something he would’ve done it by now.” Jimin tried to calm your nerves.

“Yeah, I’m surprised he didn’t pull our distributor out from under us.” Jungkook chuckled, touching up his smoky eye look.

“Seokjin may be a jerk, but he isn’t as low as to destroy our business. He believed in us, believed in me.” you felt tears well-up in your eyes from the fond recollection and before they could fall Jimin and Taehyung were on you in an instant.

“Nuh-uh babe, no tears tonight. This is a happy night! And if you cry you’re gonna ruin your look.” Taehyung fussed, placing a tissue under your eyes to catch the stray tears.

“Oh honey. You’re too good for that asshole. I know you loved him, but you’re so much better than he is.” Jimin kissed your knuckles in reassurance. “Prove that bitch wrong, Y/N. When he sees pictures of tonight’s launch he’s going to be wishing he never cheated on you.” you laughed at Jimin’s exuberance, nodding your head at him.

“You’re a motherfucking woman, you don’t need an ass like Kim Seokjin to make you happy! He’s not worth your tears or your time. He’s just a scrub compared to you; a self-made, independent business woman who don’t need no man.” Jimin snapped his fingers at you, making a new wave of giggles expel from your lips.

“You’re right Jiminie. I’m gonna prove him wrong.” you spoke with a newfound confidence the boys haven’t heard you have since the breakup, and they all smiled at each other.

“That’s my girl.” Jimin squeezed you hand in determination. “Now, let Tae finish you up so we can leave and celebrate!” Jimin cheered, allowing his husband to place a kiss on his colored lips. You smiled at the boys, turning back to Taehyung with confidence in your eyes.

“Make me look like a bad bitch, Tae.” he giggled at your words, giving you a boxy grin.

“That’s what I’ve been trying to do girl!”

You chuckled as Taehyung finished up your eyes, and you made funny faces at him when he put on your highlighter and blush (”Only the best of the V line for you, my dear”). You looked at each of your boys and pride swelled in your chest at how far you all have come. They all looked radiant.

Jungkook was the simplest of the group; his brown hair was quaffed and his foundation was basic, but his eyes were dark and smoky with underlying sins and promises, and his suit was form fitting with a black tie to match. Jimin was pristine. His eyes were in the deep matte purple of the famous ‘Mixed Berry’ color from Cake, his eyeliner was a rich blue that came from his own collection and his mouth held a nude lip color that he was touching up from the kiss he shared. He wore all white, drawing more attention to his eyes and freshly bleached-blonde hair. And Taehyung? He was absolutely gorgeous. His eyes reflected that of a sunset: the reds, oranges, and yellows from all your palettes blended in to create a cacophony of color that matched beautifully with his red hair. His full bodysuit was red as well, and even though it was a women’s cut, Taehyung’s curves and ass filled it out perfectly. His custom made six-inch heels from Gucci were drool-worthy, made with red velvet material so that he “Could walk the red carpet all the time”. His lips were thick and blood red from Jungkook’s Devil line, and you prayed for Taehyung’s boys for when he returns home that night, because god damn if you didn’t jump your friend, you knew his boys would.

“And…there! The most beautiful one of us all, is complete.” Taehyung flourished, turning you around to meet the gaze of Jimin and Jungkook.

Your eyes were white with glitter and a sparkling liner to boot, shining wonderfully against your bright turquoise dress. The dress was low cut, revealing the skin of your chest and thighs in the most seductive way. Your lashes were long and luscious and your cheeks glowed under the lights of the apartment. Your lips looked divine, the tint of pink Taehyung applied made your lips look natural, yet enticing to the eye. And when you stood and toed on your sparkling Betsey Johnson heels, you suddenly became as tall as Taehyung, spinning around to give the boys a complete 360 view. Jimin ‘ooo’ed and Jungkook whistled low in his throat.

“If I wasn’t gay I would be all over you Y/N.” Jimin said in awe, gently running his fingers over your cheek. “Taehyung, you did an astonishing job. Your technique is superb with the winged shapes.”

As Taehyung giggled and thanked the eldest of the group you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist, and you knew it was Jungkook when he chuckled behind you, his hands splaying around your hips.

“Well, I’m not completely gay, so I have every right to hang off of my incredibly gorgeous friend.” You saw Jimin purse his lips at the man behind you and Jungkook whined softly. “Oh c’mon Jiminie, can’t we whisk her off into bliss for one night? They always say that two is better than one.” he teased. You rolled your eyes and removed yourself from his hold.

“I already told you Kookie, I’m not indulging you in your threesome fantasy.” you laughed as he pouted, crossing his arms like a child would.

“But why not?” he whined. Jimin sighed and linked his arm with Jungkook’s, a coy smile playing on his face.

“Because she doesn’t want to Kookie. You’ll just have to deal with me, your loving husband.” Jimin teased, pressing numerous kisses into Jungkook’s pouty cheeks.

“Children,” Taehyung sighed fondly, linking your arm with his. “Now c’mon, or we’re going to be late for our own event!” Taehyung guided you out the door and you couldn’t help but giggle at Jungkook who whined behind you,

“Oh, so he can hang off Y/N but I can’t?! Totally unfair.”

~*~

“What kind of sick game is he trying to play!?” you yelled in frustration, causing numerous heads to turn towards you. Jungkook chuckled nervously at your outlandish display, guiding you towards the empty bar and away from the public eye.

“Get her a drink, anything, please.” Jungkook turned towards the bartender as you groaned in frustration.

The launch had been going smoothly. Everyone adored the palette, the media attention was great, and you and your boys were having a blast. But right in the middle of it all, when you were talking to the executives of Jancôme, your phone went off. Normally you would ignore notifications during events like this, especially one you worked so hard for, but it was Seokjin. It was Seokjin and you couldn’t help but excuse yourself from the conversation to peer at the Tweet he posted. Jungkook followed in confusion, asking you why you left so abruptly when you exploded, leaving him to guide you to where you were now.

“I can’t believe the nerve of this guy,” you huffed as the bartender brought you a glass of wine. You quickly chugged it down and asked for another before turning on Jungkook. “Look at this!” you slid your phone to him.

The main part of the Tweet was a picture of the four of you in front of the Cake palette display, right next to the actual cupcake display that the owners of your favorite cake ship in Seoul catered for the event. You all were smiling as the owners of the cake shop held cupcakes in their hands, the four of you holding the palettes like you didn’t have a care in the world.

“‘I’m so proud of @BeauVCosmetics for releasing their new #CakePalette, it looks good enough to eat! Almost as good looking as @y/n_l/n007 does in that beautiful dress, own it BeauV Team!’“ you read out loud to Jungkook, shaking your head in disbelief.

“Who does he think he’s fooling, trying to play it off as if we’re friends I mean c’mon! He’s just trying to get a share of the limelight we’ve taken from him and his Bloodlust line.” you shook your head, gripping your second glass of wine hard enough that your knuckles turned white. Jungkook chuckled nervously beside you, awkwardly patting your shoulder in some semblance of comfort.

“Maybe he really is just trying to be supportive? I mean you said earlier that he believed in us and our business?” Jungkook tried to reason with you. You huffed, standing and grabbing your wine.

“I need some air.” and with that you left him, ignoring Jungkook’s calls of your name and to wait.

You took the elevator up three floors to the rooftop lounge, and once you were out in the open air you allowed yourself to scream in frustration, running a hand through your styled hair as you kicked off your heels. You took a deep breath, looking up at the open sky as you tried to calm the rising anger you felt. But no matter how many times you took deep breaths and counted the stars, you still felt angry. The rooftop was pretty, with lounge chairs and low lighted lanterns in the planter boxes of flowers and small shrubs, but your eyes traveled to the hot tub in the back corner. You marched over to the edge of the hot tub, sticking your feet in the searing water with a shiver as you took a sip of wine.

“I’d give that scream a solid eight.”

You jumped at the sound of another voice, placing your hand over your heart when you realized you weren’t alone. There was a man standing a good couple of feet away from you, leaning against the railing of the roof, and with the low lighting and nighttime sky around you, you couldn’t make out any of his features. How had you not noticed him before?

“You gave me a fright. I’m so sorry for screaming.” you chuckled, splashing the water around you with your right foot.

“It sounded like you needed it.” he admitted, moving closer towards you as the low lighting began to illuminate his features.

The man was good looking, extremely so. He wasn’t the traditional kind of handsome like Seokjin was, but he had is own unique charm about him. His cat-like eyes were piercing and when laced with the light, you could clearly read the nonchalant attitude they held. His lips curled up to his left cheek in a half-sided smirk as he sauntered towards you, plopping himself down next to you on the edge of the hot tub with his back facing the water. He tilted his head in your direction, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth.

“Penny for your thoughts?” he offered, his gaze never leaving yours.

“It’s silly, really.” you admitted, staring into your glass of wine as if it was the most interesting thing in the world. You heard him chuckle next to you.

“Do you mind?” he asked, his long fingers wrapped around a pack of smokes. He raised his brows as you looked at the package, gently taking his lower lip between his teeth as he waited for your response.

“Go ahead,” you said. You watched as he put one between his lips, flicking the old zippo lighter he had until the tip of the cig burned bright amber. He puffed out a breath of smoke and looked up at the sky, his eyes wandering over the light of the stars.

“Whenever you want to talk, I’m ready to listen,” he smirked, bringing his attention back on you. “And I know you want to. I can see it behind the hesitation in your eyes.”

Your mouth fell in a gape when you turned to look at him. The man didn’t seem to care though, puffing at his cigarette in content as he looked back up at the sky. You pursed your lips as you mulled over your thoughts, idly kicking at the water. You had already embarrassed yourself in front of this man when you screamed, why not indulge him even further?

“It’s my ex.” you started and the man next to you snorted.

“It always is,” he said through a stream of smoke.

“He cheated on me with some random chick and we broke it off on bad terms. He hurt me and broke my heart when I was in a growing phase in my life and I’m just now getting over him. But then he tries to act like we’re close on social media, complementing me and my team like he cares about us or some shit. It’s fucking pathetic.” the man hummed softly, tapping his foot as he pondered his next words.

“Seems to me like you really cared about him.” you could tell this stranger chose his words carefully and you sighed in defeat, downing the rest of the wine in your glass for liquid courage so you could tell him the truth.

“I did. He believed in me, believed in us, before we were large. He was the one that got us our connections, our distributors, without him our business would be nothing. Without him, I wouldn’t know what pain truly felt like.” you admitted softly, blinking away your tears before the stranger could see you break. Silence greeted you for a few moments, and all you could focus on was the man’s puffs and the bubbling from the hot tub.

“Seems like you’re at an internal war with yourself. On one hand, you thank him for your success, but on the other hand he hurt you beyond the point of repair. You’re not really angry at him for putting on a façade for social media. Are you?” he questioned.

“No,” you sighed. “I’m not mad about that, not really.”

“You’re upset because you feel like he’s playing you, right? Using you for his advantage and knowing he’s over you even though you’re not over him.” the stranger sighed, dragging the nub of his cig across the titles of the hot tub to put it out.

“How do you know all this?” you couldn’t help but ask. The stranger laughed through his nose, looking over at you with a sad smile as the corners of his eyes turned up.

“Because I’ve been there before.” he simply said, chuckling as he pushed himself off the hot tub. “But you know what princess? Things get better. You live, you learn, and you heal eventually. Patience is but a virtue and you have to have a lot of it to heal a broken heart completely.” he held his hand out to you, helping you out of the hot tub with a surprising gentleness. He didn’t let go of your hand as he walked you to your shoes, bending down to pick them up and hand them to you.

“These aren’t my style, but y’know what they say. Every princess needs the perfect pair of shoes. Whether they are heels or Converse, it doesn’t really matter,” he knelt down, taking your foot in his hand as he slid on one shoe, than another. He stood up, grabbing your hands as a smirk laced through his lips when he saw that you towered over him. “As long as they have the perfect fit.”

This man’s words were disarming; you never met someone who spoke as eloquently as he did. And his smile was something else, reserved but open at the same time. He intrigued you in the best of ways and you wanted nothing more than to just sit and talk with him for hours.

“Who are you?”

The man opened his mouth to speak but before he could, the elevator dinged open and out rushed Taehyung, his heels clicking against the ground. You both turned to look at him and when he saw you two his eyes widened, his lips falling open in a soft gasp. You followed his eyes to where yours and the strangers hands were linked, quickly dropping them down to your sides.

“Y/N.” Taehyung broke the silence, moving towards you in swift steps. “We were worried sick. Jungkook came running up to us, saying you stormed off and we couldn’t find you anywhere-”

“Taehyung,” the stranger cut him off. “Y/N’s fine, she’s been up here with me. She just needed to vent for a little bit, isn’t that right?” the stranger playfully nudged your side

“Wait, wait, hold up. You two know each other?” you asked Taehyung, your eyes darting between the two men.

“Y/N, this is Yoongi-hyung, my plus one.”

“Taehyung invited me because he said I needed social interaction,” Yoongi smirked, looking up at his lavish friend. “And much to all our shock I did in fact engage in conversation, even though it wasn’t in the setting you expected, huh Tae?”

“I’ll admit I am surprised hyung. I’m proud of you.” Taehyung smiled, patting his friend on the back. “But c’mon back downstairs you two, the party is still alive and well and people are still dying to chat with you Y/N.” Taehyung grabbed yours and Yoongi’s hands, dragging you into the elevator much to both of your dismays.

“So how did you two…?” your thought trailed off, wondering how two contrasting men ever came to be friends.

“Meet?” Yoongi chuckled. “At an art gallery in Daegu. Taehyung found me and he was utterly enamored.”

“Hyung,” Taehyung whined. “Don’t say it so lamely. When I heard Yoongi’s music, I knew that we had to be friends. I couldn’t just let raw talent like that walk away from me!”

“I made the music for the event,” Yoongi explained, noticing your confused look. The elevator opened back out into the party and Yoongi clapped his hands together.

“As much as I enjoyed this, I really should be on my way to the other guests. I enjoyed myself tonight Y/N, hopefully we’ll meet again.” he left you and Tae with a parting smile and a flick of his wrist, escaping into the throngs of people. You chuckled, stepping off the elevator with Taehyung, shaking your head.

“Oh, I know that look.” Taehyung frowned, his eyes squinting at the expression he saw in your face.

“Don’t worry about it Tae.”

Taehyung sighed when you went back out into the crowd, shaking his head in disbelief before immersing himself into the talk of makeup and brand deals.

~*~

Yoongi idly walked through the art exhibition, cigarette between his fingers as he examined the pieces with mild interest. The art gallery was in an outside hotel plaza, fairy lights adorned the trees as Yoongi’s jazz compositions flew through the open air, embracing the guests in the warm comfort that only pianos and saxophones could bring. He hummed along softly to the wordless music as he wandered, coming to stop at a piece depicting an alien world in some nameless galaxy. He chuckled, his eyes never wavering from the painting as he shook his head.

“Y/N?” he called, “Come out from hiding, I know you’re there.”

You cursed under your breath, coming out of the shadows to stand next to Yoongi.

“How’d you know I was here?”

“I guess you could call it a seventh sense,” he told you, sending you a half-sided smirk as he took a drag. “How’d you know I’d be here?”

“Taehyung told me you would. He said you always compose for Art Walk.”

“For good reason. They fund local artists, showcase their work to potential clients. It’s a good organization and event.” Yoongi deliberated, flicking some ash away into the open air. You both stood there in silence for a few minutes, staring at the painting before Yoongi flicked his spent cigarette to the ground, crushing it beneath his foot for good measure.

“Come walk with me.” he told you, turning to stroll through the rest of the gallery. You followed him, idly looking at the various displays with little interest.

“So, why’re you here?” Yoongi asked.

“Can’t I just be here to support local artists?” you defended, making the man next to you chuckle.

“I would’ve believed that if you weren’t hiding behind those trees.”

“Okay, fine, I just really wanted to talk with you again.” you admitted with blush on your cheeks.

“Y’know, most people would just call and ask for a date right?” Yoongi smirked when he saw you sputter, his eyes growing soft when your blush grew.

“W-Who said I wanted to go on a date with you?! Maybe I just wanted to see you in a merely platonic way.” you stuttered. Yoongi hummed, looking at you with a small smile on his face.

“Right.”

You two continued walking through the plaza, thanking god you chose to wear flats to this event instead of heels. Without the added height from your shoes, you were almost level with Yoongi, give or take a couple of inches that his dress shoes gave him. He looked handsome under the soft glow of the lights, his dark hair shining and his all black attire made him look mysterious and provocative. Sure it was just black jeans, a button-up, and a leather jacket, but he made the simple clothing look great. He had in silver earrings, noting that he didn’t have them in at your launch. Could he have been insecure about them enough to take them out as to not make the wrong impression in front of potential clients? You knew Jimin and Jungkook did the same thing (Taehyung, honestly, couldn’t give two fucks about it and kept his earrings in always) but you would’ve thought Yoongi wouldn’t care about trivial things like that.

“Have you been to the music plaza yet?” Yoongi asked you suddenly, making you jump slightly at the sound of his voice.

“No, I haven’t.” you admitted.

“Would you like to?” he asked, holding his hand out to you. You glanced between his face and his hand for a few seconds too long before Yoongi rolled his eyes. “Fine, don’t hold my hand then.” he teased, dropping his hand back to his side as he walked away.

You scurried after him, hearing his soft chuckle when you laced your fingers with his. His hand was calloused, but smooth and oh so warm as his long fingers loosely gripped your own. Yoongi began to swing your hands lightly as he guided you out of the art gallery and down the block towards where the bands were playing. He squeezed your hand gently, looking over at you expectantly.

“So, what’re you in the mood for?”

“Hmm,” you pondered your next move carefully. You didn’t know what kind of music Yoongi liked, all you knew was that he made soft jazz. And THAT didn’t help much considering the fact you couldn’t hear any brass elements in the air that made up jazz.

“Can we wander? Stop at something we both like?” you suggested. Yoongi gave you a nod, before taking you along the avenues of music. Everyone was good, and everyone was talented. Different genres rang through your ears the more you walked and nothing really caught your attention, until you made it down the end of the street. You gripped Yoongi’s hand a little tighter, making him stop in his stroll.

“I didn’t take you as a soft rock fan.” Yoongi chuckled, guiding you closer towards the stage. There were four or five couples slow dancing to the sounds of electric guitar and pounding drums, the tempo slow and steady. The singer’s raspy voice made your heart pound in anticipation as you looked at Yoongi. Would he allow you to slow dance with him and savor the music? Yoongi hummed along to the melody, gently letting go of your hand. You almost whined in protest.

“Now don’t pout,” Yoongi smirked, his eyes light and full of mischief. “Otherwise I may take back my thoughts of asking you for a dance.”

Yoongi’s smirked turned into a full smile when you blushed, taking a step closer to him. Yoongi’s hands guided your arms to drape around his neck, his own wrapping loosely around your waist as he led you in a slow shuffle. You both swayed to music as you turned in slow circles. You noticed Yoongi’s eyes never left your face, even as yours shifted focus from him, to the band, and down to your feet, his eyes were steady like the music.

“What’re you staring at?” you couldn’t help but ask.

“You,” Yoongi’s voice was soft and endearing, and his bluntness made you part your lips in shock. “Aren’t you supposed to look at your partner when you dance?” Yoongi countered back snidely. You had no comeback for that, so instead you just laid your head down onto Yoongi’s shoulder as you moved.

“So, how’s the business?”

“Going strong, we’re taking a break before we start coming up with more products. We want the Cake hype to die down then wait a couple months before trying to come up with new products.” you spoke softly and Yoongi pulled you closer, whether it was to just hear you better or create more contact you didn’t know, but you liked it.

“And the ex drama?” Yoongi asked. You scoffed, shaking your head into the leather of his jacket.

“Over it. It was silly and he hasn’t done anything since.”

“That’s good to hear. You’re too strong to be hung up over an idiot like that.”

Yoongi’s words made you smile, and you finished the slow dance in silence, clapping and leaving a tip for the band as they packed up their equipment. Yoongi walked you back to your car, making you laugh and making you smile, making you intrigued to want to know more. To know more about him, what he does, what his passions were. You knew you made the right choice when you asked for his number, because the smile he gave you was one like no other as he punched it into your phone. You knew Yoongi was something else, because the only other smile you’ve seen that radiant was from Taehyung, and you wanted to make it appear over and over again.

~*~

Days turned into weeks, and the time you spent with Yoongi increased with each day that passed you by. The more you both talked, the more you both laughed, the more you realized you had some sort of feelings for the man. You didn’t know if it was love, but whatever it was, it was there, and it was growing, and it was so much better than anything you felt with Kim Seokjin. Seokjin was seductive and Seokjin was society’s standard of perfect. But Yoongi? Yoongi was provocative, not in the way he acted, but the way he spoke. His words never failed to make you breathless as your mind pondered over his thoughts. Yoongi was ragged around the edges, but he was beautiful in the way he spoke, the way he acted, in the way his eyes would flicker with sparks when speaking passionately and in the way he really smiled, a thing you’ve seen more as time went on.

And his music was just like him. You couldn’t remember how many times Yoongi asked you to listen to his music, new and old alike to get your opinion. You didn’t realize the extent of his passion and work, originally thinking all he did was instrumental pieces. Oh, was that far from the truth. He rapped, his way with words making memorable compositions that you begged him to let you download for your personal use. He also produced music for others; some fellow rappers and some singers. The variety of music though, is what surprised you the most. Whether it was classical or jazz or rock or rap, Yoongi always added his own flair of life into the music with hip hop undertones and beats you could always count out when listening to the song.

That’s what you were doing tonight. And as you sat on his bed, waiting for him to start the song, you noticed the hesitation in his eyes.

“You alright Yoongi?” he sighed at the sound of your voice, turning to look at you with a solemn expression, as if he was about to confess his sins to you.

“I want to listen to this song with earbuds this time.” he said, laying down on his side of the bed as he plugged the buds into his phone. This was unusual for him, he always played his songs from his laptop with the speakers on his desk.

“Is there any reason why?” you probed.

“This song…is very dear to me,” he explained. “I wrote it when I was in a very dark place, when my ex broke up with me. I’ve never shared it with anyone before, besides the woman that sings it for me. But I want you to hear it. Because I trust you, Y/N.” he confessed.

“Yoongi-”

“I’m sure I want to do this.” Yoongi stole the words right out of your mouth, the corners of his lips turning upwards at your shock. “You’ve been asking why I act the way I do and speak the way I speak. Well, this explains it all. So come, lay with me.” he patted the open space with one hand, the other offering you the other earbud.

You sighed and laid yourself down next to Yoongi on his bed and allowed the music to consume your entire focus. The bass reminded you of a heartbeat as the vocalist sang behind it; her voice powerful and strong. Soft electronic undertones and piano joined the composition, and your ears felt light as the lyrics dug deep into your heart and rooted themselves in with no intention of coming out. You listened carefully to Yoongi’s words and the emotion he had laced into them. Your eyes welled with tears as the song went on and you tried to blink them away, but Yoongi reached out for your hand, meeting your gaze in dim light of his room. His eyes were dark and stormy and matched the lyrics of the songs perfectly. He shook his head, and with that you allowed the tears to roll freely down your cheeks, squeezing his hand back as the song ended. You both laid together in silence, holding each other’s hands as if they were your lifelines to the real world.

“You were really hurt.” you stated softly, looking into Yoongi’s soulless eyes. He hummed in acknowledgement, tentatively brushing his fingers along your cheek.

“I was,” he whispered. “I still am sometimes, but it’s okay. I guess that’s why I act and speak the way I do now. I don’t want to be personable nor do I want to be relatable. Reading people comes easy now after that experience, and I keep my distance to keep from hurting again. But it’s okay.”

“Yoongi,” you sat up, pulling Yoongi with you as you took the earbud out of your ear. “I care about you a lot. More than I probably should for knowing you only for a few months. But I really like you. I like you so, so much and I don’t want you to live with the memories of that hurt anymore.” your sudden confession was met with silence at first, but then, Yoongi laughed, removing his own earbud.

“Are you sure?”

“Well, yeah I’m sure.” you chuckled nervously, running a hand through your hair as you blushed. You weren’t planning on sharing your growing feelings with Yoongi, but it was out there, and you couldn’t take it back now. Yoongi didn’t say anything for a minute. He just stared at your fingers that were laced with his. With a sigh, he let go of your hand and you felt your blood run cold.

“I can’t.” he said, shaking his head at you. “I’m sorry.”

“But aren’t you tired Yoongi? Aren’t you tired of living in an inescapable trap of pain?”

“Of course I am-”

“Then why can’t we heal each other and stop hurting?” you asked. “I want to move on completely, and I want to be happy again, and I want to do it with you. I know it’s hard, living with that hollow feeling pain brings you. But pain doesn’t last forever, I should know, but-”

“I can’t because you don’t love me.” Yoongi said simply, finally turning his head to look at you. “Not really.”

“You don’t know how I feel Yoongi.” he just chuckled, pulling out a smoke and lighting it up.

“You’re right. I don’t know how you feel Y/N. But I do know what love is. And what you have isn’t it.” he paused, contemplating his next words.

“Love isn’t that easy to come about,” Yoongi explained with a sigh of smoke, standing from the bed to languidly pace around the room.

“We aren’t in a John Green novel or a 90′s rom com. Love is insatiable. Love in the real world isn’t like the Disney fantasies that’ve perpetuated everyone into believing that you can fall in love in a short period of time. Love is-” Yoongi stopped his movement, turning to look into your eyes from across the room. His lips pulled up into a half-smile as the cigarette hung between his teeth.

“Love is raw. Love grows with time, and patience. You can’t just jump into love. You have to earn it, respect it, and let it grow.” Yoongi moved towards you, his gait slow and each step he took felt like minutes were passing by. Finally, he stood in front of you, your head level with his chest. You looked up at him, the white of your eyes growing red with tears. Yoongi blew out a puff of smoke, extinguishing the half used cig with the tips of his fingers and shoving it in his pocket. He gently cupped your cheeks with his hands, tilting his head as his eyes roamed your face. Yoongi sighed out a laugh, gently biting his lower lip as he shook his head.

“Y’know, I told myself I was never going to fall in love again. And that plan was working just fine until I met you. What I feel isn’t true love, not yet anyways. But it’s enough to know I can’t deny my feelings for you.” his thumbs rubbed your cheeks as he spoke, his gaze never wavering.

“But you, princess, are surely mistaken. You don’t love me. You love the idea of me. The idea of a happy ending after the pain you’ve just been through. An easy way out. Hmm?” Yoongi wiped at the tears that fell down your cheeks, mascara caking onto his thumbs. He gently shushed you, guiding your head to lay against his chest as you hugged him around his middle. Yoongi began to hum, gently rocking you as you cried.

You cried because he was right. You cried because you were mistaking friendship for love; and everything became clearer once Yoongi said those words. Because what you felt, felt like how you did with Taehyung, only intensified from the newness of the experience. All the blushing, all the nerves and racing heartbeats, came because you had only done those things with past lovers, and with Taehyung. And the idea of Yoongi being in the same realm as Taehyung never crossed your mind, only the thoughts of a potential lover did, spurred on from impatience of finding some semblance of love again to rid yourself of the lingering pain in your heart. Even though Yoongi was more reserved than Taehyung was, both men had that flirty edge to them, and both loved contact. Maybe you had really undermined them and their personalities; they were more alike than you thought. Once you realized this you just cried harder, for not only leading Yoongi on, but for being so stupid as to mistake what you felt for romantic love. Were you really that desperate?

“I’m sorry.” you gasped into his chest.

“It’s okay Y/N. Just let it out.” he coaxed, placing a kiss into your hair.

“You’re right. You’re always right about how I feel. I’m such a fool.” you sniffled, peering back to look up at Yoongi’s blank face.

“You’re not foolish to want something, Y/N. It’s not foolish to want love, not at all. But that love won’t be with me. Princess, you’re beautiful. Smart. Insightful. You’ll find your Prince Charming eventually. I promise you that. You just need time, that’s all.” he smiled down at you sadly.

“I’m willing to wait.” you tried to give the man a feeling of hope, but he just chuckled.

“I’ll believe you if you can come back to me and say those same words of confession in a year.” he smiled. “I’ve been patient all these years, what’s a couple more added on? I don’t think I’m going to hurt very much anymore, now that I know you.”

“I’m sorry Yoongi. But I do like you, platonically that is, can we still be-”

“Don’t.” Yoongi cut you off, shaking his head slightly. “Don’t say the ‘f’ word yet, because once you say it, everything’s going to change for me.”

“Yoongi…”

“Can I do something? Can I do something before we shift into being just friends? So I don’t regret anything.” Yoongi’s words were ominous, but you nodded anyways. He stared at you with a newfound determination at your approval, his eyes searching yours intently.

“What’re you waiting for?” you whispered.

“I want to remember every detail of this, so I don’t forget.”

Yoongi nodded once before leaning down to place a kiss on your lips. His lips were firm and warm, the taste of smoke filling your senses as your lips moved against each other. His movements were languid and slow and you wrapped your arms around his neck to relish in the feeling of being kissed again. You felt fingers tug at your hair, angling your face up to give Yoongi better access to your mouth as his tongue gently parted your lips, meeting your tongue with calculated strokes. There was no rush to the kiss, nor was there any urgency behind it; the two of you were content in just savoring the feeling of warmth spreading through your veins. To savor the feeling of being held with such love and care, of feeling protected and safe within the grasp of another.

You parted from Yoongi’s lips with a soft gasp, your noses bumping together as you caught your breath. You could’ve sat there and kissed Yoongi for hours, you didn’t want the feelings to end. Yoongi chuckled low in his throat, leaving a peck against your lips.

“Thank you,” he whispered. “That was amazing, and more than I could’ve ever hoped for.”

“Of course,” you whispered.

“Y’know, Taehyung told me about the time you both kissed in middle school, how you were each other’s first kiss.” Yoongi smiled, moving to sit next to you. “Since I figured our friendship is gonna be like yours and Tae’s, we should kiss at least once. That and because I just really wanted to.”

You groaned in horror that Yoongi knew that secret, burying your face in your hands. The mood was completely gone now.

“I’m gonna kill that son-of-a-”

“Easy there tiger,” Yoongi chuckled, “No need to get all worked up. It’s cool.”

“It was supposed to be a secret though.”

“I think it’s cute. Since you’re both still close.” Yoongi admitted and you smiled sheepishly at him.

“Taehyung called me after the Cake launch y’know? Telling me that you were curious about me. He also told me not to hurt you if anything happened between us. He really cares about you, you know that?” Yoongi continued on, a small smile gracing his lips.

“Taehyung…” you paused, trying to come up with the right words to say. “Taehyung means the world to me. He’s been with me through thick and thin.” you admitted.

“And you mean the world to him too.” Yoongi said.

“How long have you known that I didn’t really love you?” you couldn’t help but ask, the curiosity was eating you alive.

“Art walk,” Yoongi shrugged. “You didn’t have that spark, and even though your body language said differently, I think it was because you were nervous. And to be physically intimate like that with a new person always gets pheromones running.”

“Hit it right on the head,” you chuckled. “I wanted to know more about you. I love the way you talk and provoke the mind with your thoughts.”

“That’s an overtly sexual way of saying ‘You have a cool brain, let’s be friends so I can talk to you.’“ you giggled at Yoongi’s bluntness, shaking your head at him.

“You really meant what you said?” you asked.

“About?”

“About me finding love, you think I can?”

Yoongi just smiled, taking your hand into both of his own.

“Well, I never lie. And yes, I do. Like I said, you’re beautiful, smart, an amazing kisser,” Yoongi paused to send you a cheesy wink. “You’ll find love and get your happily ever after. Believe me, you will. Even if it isn’t with me, I’ll still be happy when you finally meet the right person for you, and I expect every single detail when it does happen. And like my mother always said; good things come to those who wait.”

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