#lee know daredevil

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Marvel AU

Lee Know X Daredevil

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Bangchan | Changbin | Hyunjin | Han | Felix | Seungmin | I.N

[thedevotionaltour]

Daredevil #17 - "None Are So Blind..!" (April 1966)

Written by Stan Lee Art by John Romita Sr. (pencils), Frank Ray (inks)

[theinfinitedivides]

I WAS F*CKING RIGHT

[kryptonbabe]

"There's something about him that makes a girl want to take him in her arms and... oh"

The guy is a menace to society, I am down, Karen is down, how many other victims of his charm are out there... We can only guess

From Daredevil #1 (1963)

He's like a devilish little worm inside my brain, I don't read too much Marvel, but I can't seem to forget this man, why is this happening I wonder, I never watched his series, nor his films, and still... I seem to be wrapped around his fictional fingers, I'm going against my principles, I will give in to a red-haired man, something I promised myself to never do again, but won't you look at him, I can't resist it anymore, I register here my fall

[grugruel]

Wicked Game

Pairings: cop!bucky x f!reader

MDNI/NSFW

Masterlist

Summary: An out of control college party gets crashed by cops, someone tattled, and a cop chase ensues.

The chief is an old friend of your family, who you'd always had a crush on.

Thinking he's harmless, you talk back. But he can only hold back for so long.

Word Count: 4.5k

Warnings: reader is 20, pinv sex, rough sex, oral sex (m and f recieving), choking, uniform kink, sir kink, reader being bratty, bucky doing something about it!! edging, orgasm denial, overstimulation, handjob, fingering, pet names (girl, doll), praise (yay), mentions of masturbation, slight marking, degrading ish? cum eating, creampie, power dynamic, some soft!bucky at the end.

AN: This is not a Lee bodecker fic! This is just regular, muscly cop!bucky.

Blaring music and thumping bass fill an already crowded house, drunk daredevils otherwise inhabiting it.

God, my skull feels like it's about the cave in. The average college experience in other words.

I'd been drinking the least out of my friends, yet I felt the worst. They sat on the couch around me, trying the wide assortment of drugs that were splayed out in front of us. Littering the table along with various hard liqour bottles, all mostly empty.

Drugs arent my forte, but I wont nark them.

The party had only been going for an hour or so, I think? My lockscreen told me it was 2 in the night, holy shit? It had been 5 hours.

How the hell had no one called the cops yet? Little did I know, how badly I jinxed myself.

'Guys, Guys.' I lazily shrugged the shoulders of two of my friends sitting on each side of me, 'We- we, gotta go.'

'We're fine!' One of them drawled, splaying out on the couch.

I shook my head, head thumping in each bend, 'Theres literally. . .' I paused, searching tiredly for the right words, 'Uhm- No way! That the cops arent on their way here like, right now.'

'We've lasted this long.' The other said, shrugging his shoulders, grinning.

I groaned, 'Fine!' And threw my hands up in defeat, my friend observed me smugly. He held up some coke for me, raising his brows in question. To which I shook my head again.

A sharp alarm cut through the music, everyone groaned, heads complaining at the sound. I figured it was something with the sound system, but no.

I just had to jinx myself, remember?

As my ears adjusted to the sound, I realised. It's sirens, two or three. Cops.

'It's the fucking cops!' I shouted, alerting everyone. The music cut off, and the sirens clarified into the deafening sound of jail, or curfew. Depending on the cop. I was hoping and dreading the Chief in equal amounts, he could take it easy on me, or not.

I roused my friends, dragging them up from the couch and filtering them through the backdoor. Along with at least a hundred other people our age.

My attempts at freeing them had made me lag behind, one of my friends grabbed my arm, 'Come on!' She shouts, trying to pull me with them. But theres to many people between us and she loses her grip, swept away by the crowd.

The front door swings open behind me, and I freeze. Slowly turning around, I see a tall, broad shouldered figure standing silently observing the chaos from the doorway. He stepped inside, searching the crowd, and eventually. His eyes land on me.

'Give em' hell. Get the ones you can!' He barks the orders at his men, and then his eyes narrow in on me. Staring me down, 'And leave this one to me.' His words make my skin crawl, in fear of my parents finding out and possibly, excitement?

I wouldn't say no to punishment dealt by Chief Barnes.

His men rush past me out the backdoor, leading me to back up slowly. Placing the Coffee table between me and the Chief, securing myself somewhat.

Slowly, he stalks forward. A slanted smile growing with every step that he takes, making chills run up my spine. His uniform does him good I notice, shirt and pants sitting around his muscles perfectly. Belt and gun? Hot.

'Heeey, Buck.' I smile cheapishly, 'Fancy meeting you here.' Testing the waters, seeing what chances my charms have of easing the situation for myself.

He nods, raising his eyebrows in response and grins in spite, as if answering, "I'm sure it is" and "You're in deep fuckin shit now."

I laugh nervously and try again, 'I didn't know you enjoy college parties Buck? Or just, college girls?'

Amused, he steps closer, It's now only the table separating us. I step up on the couch behind me, desperately trying to make up for the space I'm losing. He puts his hands around his belt buckle, smirking. At least my incredibly funny self seems to have softened him.

He looks down, studying its content, then looks back up at me. His face turns displeased, undoing all my previous hard work to humour him.

I follow his gaze, looking at the table myself, and it dawns on me, 'No no no no!' I throw out in panic, 'Listen, Buck. . .'

'What could you possibly have to say-' he began and lowered his head, giving me a serious look, 'To get yourself out of this one?' referring to the table.

'I can think of a few things, I might have an ace in my sleeve.' I smirk. Metaphoricly speaking of course, my blouse does not have long sleeves.

He takes a firm step closer, a bemused look on his face, 'Ok Ok! It's not mine! It's not, mine.' I gesture to myself, then to the table in erratic motions. 'I'm an innocent bystander, I just sat on the couch. Never even touched the stuff.' I hold my hands up, palms out. As if it would stop him.

'Theres nothing innocent about you girl.' He tells me sternly, the corner of his lip tugging.

Stunned, there's a sudden flutter in my stumache.

Suddenly, the energy between us change. The tension grows and the look in his eyes turn hungry, like a hunter watching its prey.

'Pinky promise?' I ask, shrugging cheapishly.

He takes a few quick steps toward me, rounding the table. But I run to the end of the couch, making sure that the table is still between us. Butterflies surge through my body, giddy from excitement. This is the most fun I'd had all night. 'Buck, let's- lets be civil about this, alright? Let's just talk.' I giggle.

He chuckles, 'Oh, you think this is funny?'

Nodding, 'Kind of, yes. . .' I tease.

'We're far past talking.' He breathes, 'Had I been anyone else, had I not known your parents, you would've been in cuffs by now.'

My eyes turn mischievous, 'Whats stopping you?' I tilt my head, 'I assure you, I wouldn't mind.' And grin.

He chews the inside of his cheek, then charges, and I run, swivelling to avoid solo cups and various balloons on the floor. I hear his footsteps behind me, catching up. My agility is nothing compared to his raw muscle and speed, but I swerve into the kitchen, adrenaline kicking in. And manage to take cover behind the kitchen island.

Bucky grinds to a halt, slamming his palms into the counter, catching himself against it. Once again, im in safety. For a while at least.

'Youre gonna have to be faster than that.' I pant, grinning. He meets my eyes, pure animalistic tendencies behind them. The look on his face has me biting my lip, I couldn't wait for him to catch me. 'C'mon Chief.' I purr.

And somethings in his eyes ignite at the word, oh?

'Chief?' I test and he grunts, eyes glaring at me through his eyebrows. Naturally, I delve deeper, 'You feeling quite alright. . . Sir?'

He tilts his head with a jerk, then laughs 'You've done it now.' Those are warning words. Then he jumps, sliding over the counter.

'Holy shit!' I squeek as I take of running, narrowly avoiding his grasp. I run through the house with Bucky right on my heels, nothing but the the thrill of the chase keeping me going.

I run out by the backdoor, then stupidly enough, take a right. Into a garden, a fenced in garden. The high type of fence too. I regret my decision the second I see notice it, but its to late. Buckys steps slow behind me, and I slow to a stop myself as I come face to face with a dead-end. 'Oh, fuck me.' I breathe, absolutely exhausted.

'Famous last words, doll.' He cuckles between pants.

I turn around and smile through the pain, 'Ha ha! Funny guy. What. A funny. Guy.' I clench my teeth, sighing.

My eyes lock onto his frame, hands on his hips as he's catching his breath. Mesmerized I stare, men in uniform, huh? Im starting to see the appeal.

Slowly, he begins walking toward me, prowling like a tiger. He grabs hold of his belt, pulling it upward to adjust his pants.

God damn.

My uterus is aching, my entire body is aching. I would've drooled if I hadnt come to my senses, escaping. Right.

I make a break for it. In one quick motion, I turn around and jump. Grabbing hold of the upper ledge of the fence and pull myself up, my feet scrambling against the wood to find some sort of purchase. But im too slow, too focused. I didn't even hear him come up behind me, but I did feel his big hands on my waist.

He yanks me down and pushes me toward the fence, his body flush against my back. I gasp and he digs his fingertips into my waist, making sure I don't escape again. His touch makes me yearn for more, I want it deeper.

He levels his head with mine, leaning in close to my ear. Close enough to feel his hot breathing against the skin on my neck, 'I got you now.' He whispers, making my skin prickle with goosebumps and setting of a pulse deep below my stumache. But I wasn't willing to give up just yet. With my hands free, I pry his own from my waist and turn around, pushing him back by the chest.

Now. . . The intention was to push him hard enough to give me space to run past, but. . .

He barely budged, he grabbed my wrists and pushed me back against the fence, pinning my body between the wood and himself. Wrists in hand, he anchored my arms to my sides by grabbing onto the fabric of my skirt. Rouching it, he helt the flesh of my ass under his fingers.

I laugh nervously, 'You're not gonna tell mom and dad are you?'

He just chuckles, fuck im truly, in deep shit.

I try wriggling free from his grip, but he holds my wrists tighter, carefully slamming them into the fence above my head and leans against me. Leaving zero space for me to move, every curve of our bodies complete the others, I swear I can feel his bulge against my hip. He moves his face closer to mine, needing me to crane my neck upward to meet his eyes. When I do, a self-satisfied smile covers his lips. His face inches from my own, we were basically sharing one breath as his lips barely brush over mine. 'You gonna be a good girl for me and behave?' He asks, breathing heavily.

I whine, he can't possibly turn me on more. 'Depends.' I say.

''Yeah?' He practically whimpers.

I close the distance between our lips, but he pulls back and smiles, teasing me. I meet his eyes and we look at eachother intently, as if entranced, I cant break contact.

He lets go of my wrists and traces his hands down my arms, all the way down to my hands. Chills run amock over my body, I close my eyes and lean in again, but suddenly-

I hear a clasp, then another and I can just feel him smirk against me. My eyes go wide and I realise, 'You didn't.' glaring at him.

'I did.' He laughs, 'What made you think you were in a position to negotiate?'

I look down and sure enough, cuffs bind my wrists together. Shocked, my mouth falls open. I didnt even feel him reach for them.

He backs up and grabs my arm, pulling me with him. 'Could you at least let me off around the corner from our house?' I ask as we make our way toward his car, he glaces down at me but doesnt answer, 'So they dont see me get dropped off in a cruiser, you know?' He opens the front door for me, and helps me inside, 'And maybe avoid talking to them for a few weeks, you'd really be doing me a favor, Buck.' And without a word, he closes the door and walks around to his side. Getting in and driving off.

The first portion of the ride is silent, he'd done what he had to, to catch me. Damn.

Luckily for me though, the party was a long way from home. Meaning I have some time to devise a plan.

I look at my cuffs, carefully observing them. Hmm. . . I yank my hands apart, trying the strength of the schackles, hoping the sound would gather his attention.

This was a game of chance, a game of seduction and persuasion.

Gently, I tickle the skin on my upper knee, 'I really didnt do any drugs y'know.' tracing back and forth with my fingertips, acting somber. Then lay my hand flat against my thigh, squeezing it absentmindedly. Continuing with rubbing small, firm circles with my index finger into my skin and turn to look out of the window.

Bucky clears his throat. The reaction I was looking for, perfect.

I spread my legs slightly, letting my hands slide down either side of my thigh. Clasping them together underneath and slide them up along my thigh. The skirt catching on my cuffs, revealing more and more of my-

-his hand flies to my thigh, hooking the cuff over his thumb and squeezing my flesh. Keeping me from showing anything more. Fuck, my core is throbbing from that alone.

'Buck?' I ask innocently.

'Dont' he croaks, voice sounding pained.

'Sorry-' I pause, glancing at him carefully. His eyes are fixed sternly on the road, 'We could talk about this like adults you know, make a deal.' He squeezes my thigh harder, I lift one hand with the restricted movements of my cuffs and caress his fingertips, 'A real good deal, benefitial for the both of us' I suggest.

'You talk too much for your own good, girl.'

'I'm not quite sure what you mean, Sir?. .' I bite my lip as he looks over at me, meeting my eyes through my lashes. 'You wouldn't tell on me to my parents, would you?' I ask, giving him my best puppy eyes.

He looks away, sitting silently until the next exit comes up. He flashes his indicators and turn off the main road, parking in an empty clearing.

'You want a deal, doll?' He asks, looking straight ahead. Sliding the cuffs off his thumb as his hand travel downward, fingertips sliding under my skirt, knuckles brushing over my clothed clit. Lust flashes through my nerves, and I gasp.

'A deal, or you. Both sound good to me.' I whisper, on the edge of my seat. Eagerly awaiting his answer, waiting for him.

He looks back at me, meeting my eyes with a fiendish grin, 'Then put that big mouth of yours to use.' He orders.

Nodding enthusatically, I lean over. Unbuckling his belt and zip down his pants, I reach into his boxers and fuuuuck, my hands barely fit around him. I pull him out and pull my hands to my mouth, wetting my fingers before returning them. One hand carefully stroking small circles around his tip, while the other strokes him up and down in cylindrical motions along his shaft.

The chief of police bites his lip, muffling a whimper as I move faster, 'Uhh- mmm. .' He hums, 'Yes- yes, doll. Fuck. .' He stutters.

Such a strong man crumbling under the touch of a woman, it was turning me on like nothing ever has, the power I hold is surprising.

His fingers move under my panties and slide along my slit, making it my turn to moan. I Buck my hips to give him better access, and he dips his fingers inside me. Pumping them slowly as he's getting them wet, then slides up to my clit, circling around it. 'Holy-' I gasp, 'Shit.'

We buck our hips to the others touch, leaning against the other, shoulder to shoulder, temple to temple. Moaning breathely. Our lips finally meeting in a needy kiss, tounges moving with the rhythm of our bodies. 'Please, doll. Be a good girl.' He begs between our lips.

Fuck me, that heartbeat in my utherus spread in pulses through out my entire body.

I grin and pull back. Leaning over, I carefully lick the leaking cum off his tip clean, then take him in my mouth. I swirl my tongue around his head, licking greedily. Tasting the salt of him. I push deeper, sucking his length into my mouth. The sloppy sounds of saliva and lips were vulgar inte the most intoxicating way. His hand continues massaging my clit while the other snakes into my hair, grabbing a fistful and aiding my movements. Helping me set merciless pace.

Bucky groans, our strokes growing in greed as we close in on our releases. He shoves two big fingers into my core, curling at just the right spot. Pleasure surge through me, leaving me to stuff my throat with his member, muffling a scream as I topple over the edge. I feel him come right after, my mouth filling with his seed and hearing his moan of completion. The bitterness of salt waa overwhelming to my tastebuds, I swallow what I can and pull myself off.

Leaving a sloppy mess around my mouth, I sit back and smile. Breathing heavily as I regain my strength, Bucky looks at me and laughs, 'You got something right here.' gesturing circles around his mouth, reffering to mine. I wide my mouth clean with my thumb and suck it off, Bucky smiles proudly at the sight. Then brings his own fingers to his mouth, sucking my juices off of them.

Heat ignites within me once again.

Bucky cups my face with one hand and pulls me into a kiss. The tastes of eachother mixing, I can't quite tell what is what. But it's wonderful. Bucky pulls free and looks at me, I give him a hazy, expectant look. He strokes my cheek with his thumb and slides out of the car, walking around to my side. I furrow my eyebrows as he helps me out of the passenger seat. He pulls me to the hood of the car, pushing himself against me until the back of my legs hit the grill. He leans in and whispers against my ear, 'Still need to punish ya.' He drawls, a shiver running through my spine.

'Im begging you Chief.' I look at him thtough hooded, lustfilled eyes, 'Please punish me.' I groan, smiling.

His dick twitched at the word, making him close his eyes to keep his composure. Then suddenly bends down and finds purchase under my knees. In one swift motion, he pulls, and I fall back onto the hood, 'Wanting it defeats the purpose, doll.' He growls, then opens his eyes. But the sight before him makes him unravel.

Upperbody bent to the side in an effort to prop myself up on my forearms, thanks to my cuffs. Skirt over my hips and legs spread, core exposed and ready for him.

'Do you worst, please. Sir. . .' I whisper and grin.

His eyes snap to mine, and that "You're in for it now.' Expression returns, 'Fuckin brat.' He spits.

Then, he kneels. He fuckin kneels. A shiver runs up my spine a the sight, 'Some punishment, huh?' I ask, but he only smirks. Hooking my legs over his shoulders, and grabbing each thigh to keep them spread, then, without warning, he dives in.

I bite my cheek to stop myself from screaming, pulses of pleasure run through me like electric currents. He pushes his tongue inside me, feverishly licking at my juices, exploring my walls, burrying his face in my cunt. Nose pushing up against my clit, making my back arch deliciously. 'That all you can do?' I tease, grinding my hips against his nose, desperate to get some friction. But his eyes meet mine, glaring as he moves his hands to my hips, holding me steady.

He pulls back for a second, just to spit on my cunt, then hastily returning, chasing my clit. I gasp, burrying my cuffed hands in his hair, pulling him closer as I want more. Making him moan against me, his voice vibrating against my clit. My sight blurs from the pleasure, a knot tightening inside me 'More.' I beg, 'So close.'

His tongue slide out of me, and I whine. But he licks a stipe up my cunt and then attatches at my clit, sucking and nipping at my sensitivity. My body jolts, and I shut my eyes. 'You gonna cum?' He asks, voice muffled.

I can barely answer, pleasure overwhelming me as white specks my vision, 'Ye- yeah. . ' I moan, 'So close, ju- just like th-' I begin, about to reach my climax again, but suddenly.

He let's go, pushing himself off of my clit with on last lick and sits back on his heels, watching my unravel.

'No, please, Buck.' I squrim, whining at the loss of him. I try to pull him back, but he doesn't budge. 'I'm begging, please, please.' I whimper, closing my legs and pushing them together, moving my hips for any sort of friction to finish what he started.

'Mouthy brats dont get to cum.' He chuckles and grab my knees to pull them apart. I feel a tear roll down my cheek as the knot loosens again. In a last desperate effort, I pull my hands from his hair, burrying two fingers in me while my thumb rubs my clit. Just for a second, that exctatic feeling returns, blissful sparks ignite, until- he pushes his body between my legs to keep my thighs in place and grab my wrists, ripping them from my cunt. Then laughs, he laughs.

'Not funny.' I whimper.

'It is. . . Im not done even done yet.' He says, face glistening with my juices.

I fall back against the hood groaning, as the ache in my core reaches my bones. 'I need you so bad.' I whisper.

'What was that?' He asks.

'I need you. Buck please.' I whimper.

'Can't quite hear you, doll.' He mocks, hands squeezing tighter around my wrists.

'I fuckin need you inside me, ok?' I almost shout, 'Fuck me, hard. I'm begging, jus- just need you in me.'

'Yeah?' He laughs, standing up. Hooking his hands under my knees and slide me closer to him. His hand trace my skin to my waist, getting a tight grib. Then, in one smooth motion, he flips me to my stumache.

I can't help but gasp, 'Think you can act like a brat all night, and get away with it?' He asks, smaking my ass once. I yelp, the sting making my eyes water in the most delicious way. He lines himself up with my entrance, pushing on it slightly. His tip breeching.

'Please.' I whimper, muttering a string of curses. And without warning, he shoves himself inside. Again, I bite my cheek. Pleasure rolls through me, electrocuting every nerve. He grabs my hips, sinking his fingertips deep into my skin. Silently, I beg for them to leave bruises. Theres nothing hotter than a souvenir to remember him by.

He sets a hard pace, thrusting deeply. Pulling back almost all the way before forcefully pushing himself inside again, over and over. My brain doesnt function, I can't form words, all I can do is moan. The sound of slapping skin perfectly lewd in my ear. 'Harder Buck.' I request.

He leans down, grabbing my throat and pulling me flush against his chest, pushing his nose into my cheek, 'Yeah? This not enough for you?' He asks, grunting in my ear.

'Not enough, more.' I mewl.

His hand tightens his grip around my throat, cutting off just enough air to give me a dizzying euphoria. His other hands come down on my ass again, smacking hard as he thrusts deeper. Then re-grips your hip, using it to push and pull your, making our bodies come together even harder, 'Greedy girl, cant fuckn get enough huh?' He groans between breaths, hot against your skin.

I shake my head, the only answer I can manage as I feel my walls twitching, closing around him. He can feel it too, his hips stutter, throwing his thrusts of balance. He bites my ear, lightly tugging on it before kissing my cheek gently, then kissing down my neck.

A stark contrast to the rest of his movements, it's enough to make my head spin. It's almost too much. I feel the blinding pleasure threatening to spill inside me, 'You wanna cum girl?' He asks against the crook of my neck. I nod my head enthusiastically. 'Words doll, use your words.' He breathes.

'Ye- Yes, please.' I manage, 'Wanna cum so fucking bad, Chief.'

He grunts, hand slipping from my throat to my breasts, working them roughly. Palming, squeezing, pinching 'C'mon, cum for me doll.' He says between pants and immidietly, I topple over the edge. Pleasure blinding me as he continues thrusting, continues to assault my breasts. My body begins spasming, and my knees go week, 'Bucky. . . Fuck-' I groan, but he holds me up. All my senses feel like they're about to burst as he prolongs my orgasm, stretching it out in an exhuastingly wonderful way. He bites down on my shoulder, squeezing my breasts, muffled grunts escaping him as his own body spasms and his thrusts halt, his member finally filling me with seed.

He collapses on top of me as we catch our breaths, im so tired I can barely keep my eyes open.

I close my eyes for a second, but doesnt register Bucky pushing himself off of me, or him gathering me in his arms and laying me in the backseat. I don't feel him wrap his jacket around me, or the ride home.

But I do rouse from my sleep as Bucky carries me into my room and lays me down in my bed, he kisses me on the forehead, 'Hey doll.' He whispers, a soft smile on his lips.

I panic slightly as I realise that I'm home, 'Mom n' dad?' I ask anxiously.

'I made a good excuse, don't worry.' He strokes some hair from my face, 'Sleep. You need it. I'll go easier on you next time.' He promises.

'Next time?' I ask, a tired smile covering my face.

'Next time.' He assures, and you drift back to sleep. He stands up and walks to the doorway, silently watching you with admiring eyes as he carefully closes the door.

He tells your parents a made up backstory and they understand, happy to see him. They invite him to dinner next weekend and he happily accepts, he'd do anything to see you again.

He thinks about you the entire car ride home, in the shower as he beats himself off and in the morning as he wakes up with a hard on from dreams off you clenching around him.

He can do nothing but count the days until he sees you again, guranteeing himself it will be a memorable occasion.

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Test Drive

Actress!Wanda x Stunt!Reader

Inspired by the film ‘The Fall Guy’

The movie had wrapped. You and your superstar actress girlfriend Wanda Maximoff were stronger than ever. You were over the moon, knowing that you had her back in your life.

You and Wanda still lived in the same town and the two of you wanted to take things slow.

You helped Wanda pack up her trailer as the shoot was winding down.

“Still got the one bedroom on Lee Ave?” Wanda asks with a smile as she totes two boxes.

“Yeah. You still on Kirby Drive, superstar?”

Wanda offered you a little wink as answer. And then Tony, your friend and director, came by with the GMC truck in a trailer.

“So where do I send the truck?” He asks with a smirk.

“Tony, I thought that was a rental” you chuckle.

“Nope. It is a token of my appreciation for coming in to help out the film.” Tony balances playfully on his heels. “Why don’t you take Wanda out on a date in it? Maybe do some donuts?”

Wanda let out a slight gasp. The truth is that you and Wanda had done donuts a couple times up at her little ranch. She would never admit it but the thought of doing donuts again made her giddy. Doing donuts in the dirt areas of her ranch always raised her adrenaline levels, and with that came the need to burn thru that adrenaline. You gave her a wink, knowing exactly why she was gasping.

Well it took you and Wanda a couple days but you each got moved back into your houses. You weren’t ready to move in together yet. Your relationship had just got a fresh slate, you kinda wanted to take it slow.

But that didn’t stop you from driving Wanda up to her ranch and helping her unload her bags.

“I could’ve done it on my own” she gives you a kiss on the cheek as thanks.

“I know. But I wanted to see the old place again.” You admitted. Wanda’s ranch always felt like home.

You helped your superstar girlfriend finished putting her items away. Your eyes wandered to a nearby photo of you and her. She never took it down, you couldn’t help but smile.

Your eye wandered out the door to your truck and a nearby dirt area. Wanda came down the stairs.

“So I was thinking we could have…what are you thinking about?” Her tone gave an air of mischief in its own right.

“There’s that dirt field out front. Perfect for donuts” you gave her a wink.

Wanda bit her lip softly, a blush making its way across her face.

“That’s probably a bad idea” she giggled.

“Or a really good one” you held up the keys to your new GMC.

Stunt driving really comes in handy. You worked as a stunt driver for several productions before you met Wanda. The very first thing that impressed her was you doing donuts in a mustang.

Wanda, ever the superstar daredevil, followed you out the door of her ranch house and straight into your truck. You got buckled and so did she.

You could tell the anticipation was already getting to her. Her breathing was uneasy but in a way that gave the impression she was gonna enjoy this completely.

“Buckled in?” You asked with a knowing smirk.

She pats her belt. And with that you turn the key. The engine roars to life. Wanda was already on cloud nine as you hit the accelerator and speed into the dirt field.

“Ohmygosh! Oh my gosh!!!” She was euphorically screaming and giggling as you turned the wheel, causing the truck to turn in the dirt.

Debris was flying left and right as your GMC made its first complete turn. Wanda leaned her head against your shoulder. The two of you were lost in the moment.

The setting Sun was spinning around the two of you. And for one single moment, it felt like the world itself revolved around you and the love of your life.

A shout of joy and euphoria escapes her lips. Wanda would never say it aloud but she missed this. Going thru any sort of adventurous moment with you was one of her major turn-ons.

The sun was almost completely over the horizon as you pulled the truck to a stop right in front of her porch. Wanda’s chest was heaving from all the excitement.

“I missed this” you whispered to her. “Little moments like this.”

“Don’t worry” she smiled, “we’ll have many more.”

You tried to open your door. Wanda immediately hit the locks. Her eyes were a little dark, she bit her tongue seductively.

You silently pushed your seat back, allowing her just the space she needed. Wanda jumped from the passenger seat and right into your lap. She kissed you so fiercely, like you were her oxygen.

“Wanda” you chuckled.

“You know how doing donuts gets me,” she playfully growls in your ear.

The two of you spent a bit more time out there.

You and Wanda had a long road ahead of you and the two of you looked forward to going down it together. And hey if you can do some donuts on that road together…you’ll enjoy that together too.

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[turtledovenycx]

"Under the stage, below the platform" (𝐁.𝐂)

🎧Chase Atlantic - Heaven and Back

“The feeling of pleasure with the thrill of not being caught was so naughty, so wrong.”

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐍𝐒𝐅��

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧

𝐭𝐚𝐠: 𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐲, 𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧! 𝐚𝐮, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭🔞

𝐖.𝐂 𝟒.𝟐𝐤

ꜱᴍᴜᴛ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜᴛ. ᴍɪɴᴏʀꜱ ᴅɴɪ

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐏𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐲, 𝐒𝐞𝐦𝐢-𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐜𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐬, 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚, 𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲, 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠)

“She looks good in that skirt.” Chan’s thoughts were half rational and half PornHub. He was not the kind to lose his cool that easily, being the leader of an unruly but lovable band that behaved like children for half of his life, he was well versed in keeping calm but lord! Were you testing him today? 

The crew had given the boys a holiday under supervision. In light of their fame, they had to select an amusement park where they wouldn’t be disturbed too much. The crowd at this park was present but thankfully scattered. It was just the managers, the boys, and a few friends, no cameras, no scripts, and no retakes, they had the freedom to just be themselves without the pressure. However, this was not necessarily a good thing especially for Chan because if the boys were loud on camera, they were supersonic off camera sometimes completely forgetting their idol image. The perks were their VIP passes which ensured they did not stay at one spot for long enough to be noticed. 

Some of the boys invited their s/os’ like Chan while the single members of the group took the liberty to bring their closest friends. It was like an extended hangover, after the initial awkwardness of the meet-up and introduction, the atmosphere shifted from bashful laughter to free laughter. Since for some of them, it was a date the team decided to form small groups or go as couples until they regrouped for lunch at the nearby place. This was the most normal they had been in their recent schedules. 

You and Chan decided to venture off alone, going through the highlight rides before it got too crowded and then slowly making your way across one end of the park to the other. It was so refreshing as both of you spent time laughing and wandering in and out of stores and souvenir shops. Your laughter increased tenfold when both of heard what sounded like Changbin’s scream as the ride rose into the air and dropped. The ride read DareDevil and Chan's phone lit up with a notification, a selfie - in which Lee Know was smirking wearing a devil horns headband, Changbin crying in the background, and Jeongin losing his shit from laughter. You both stared at his phone the group chat alive from the incoming messages, you sipped from Chan’s drink, his focus turning to yours while your attention was on the phone. 

Your eyes crinkled at the edges as the grin never left your face, a soft laugh escaped as the phone lit up with new messages and more pictures of poor traumatized Binnie. Your lips looked so soft, so plump and bright now resting between your teeth as you tried to control your laughter. You took another sip of the slushie your eyebrows narrowing at the cold. 

Just like it narrows when- 

“Channie, want ice cream?” You asked looking up to find him staring at you, his face so close to yours his nose almost brushed yours when you lifted your head. He tucked his phone back into his pocket before brushing a stray strand of hair off your face. He nodded, his eyes landing briefly on your lips before he pulled himself together. “Yeah.” He said clearing his throat, you smiled before walking forward, hand in his leading him through the crowd. Chan was a gentleman, your boyfriend treated you like a princess in and out of bed. He was never against PDA but he held himself back from kissing you in public given his responsibilities of his image and most importantly he did not want you to feel overwhelmed not that you ever could with how comfortable you were with him.

It had started with your skirt, Chan loved your body and soul, and he urged you to do the same. He was the happiest when you pushed past your insecurities and dressed up… just for him at times. To him you are the most beautiful being in the room regardless of where you guys are. As of right now, The skirt you had on was soft, not as soft as your plush thighs but soft and fell seductively till your mid-thigh. The ruffles and bows drew attention to the material and your legs… oh your legs Chan thought, ‘Mine’.

 The top you wore was tight in all the right places, accentuating the curves of your torso and your breasts peaking out from the sweetheart neckline. The two-layered necklace that adorned your neck completed the look, a surge of possessiveness went through his body after seeing the C imprinted on the choker. 

“There it is” you chimed stopping abruptly, Chan almost did not hear you. There was a queue in front of the stand, you hesitated ‘What if someone recognized Chan?’

“We can get it som-” he pulled you forward and stood behind a mother and her kids who were waiting in line. You stood a step behind him. 

“Chris, what if someone sees you?” you whispered using his first name, his cock stirred in his pants you only called him that when you were serious or horny. 

“I’m wearing a hat, plus I don’t see anyone who could potentially notice us, “ he replied after doing a quick scan of the short queue, a few kids, parents, moms and dads juggling toddlers and some teenage couple. 

“Okay,” you sighed, slipping your hand into his and interlocking your fingers, Chan brought your palm to his mouth placing a soft kiss on top. You blushed and smiled brightly up at him and Chan wanted to kiss you so badly. Oh fuck! 

You guys talked about this and that, you trying to make sure no one saw Chan and him trying not to bend down and kiss you square on the mouth. He successfully distracted you as you recited the latest drama that was going on in your workplace. You rambled on and on pouting slightly at the memory of the argument and Chan found it adorable. He even thought about pulling you in between the stores and fulfilling his wish. But before he had to go to the bathroom. 

“Baby, I need to go use the restroom,” he said placing a discreet kiss on your head. You nodded, the line was slowed down because the machine had stopped. Chan walked away from the line as two workers wrestled with it. 

When he returned you were on your phone and there was just one customer in front of you. He took a once over of you again, standing there brows knitted in concentration, one hand playing with your necklace before looking up at him, your face smoothed and a smile broke down, your turn was up as he jogged towards you. 

“Hi, what can I get you?” the boy behind the screen asked before his eyes landed on you. His eyes too flicked to your lips for a split second as you skimmed the menu. The appearance of your boyfriend next to you wiped the small smirk of the boy’s face replaced by a disappointed frown. This however did not go unnoticed by Chan. 

“I’m thinking blackberry or should I get mango?” you ask breaking the glare he held onto the boy as he looked down at you. 

“Get what you want love.” he deadpanned, his curt answer surprised you, but you brushed it off.

“I’ll have the blackberry swirl.” you smiled at the boy who clicked onto his screen, “would you like that to be in a cone or cup?” He returned with an over-enthusiastic smile. “Cone please” he nodded. 

“And a salted caramel-” you stated looking at Chan for confirmation, he nodded before smiling to himself giddy that you knew exactly what he craved.

“Cone or cup.” the boy rudely asked eyes turning to Chan, he glared back with the same intensity. “Cup.” Chan would have added a please or a smile under normal circumstances but this guy was being rude.  

“Could I interest you in any toppings?” he asked eyes trained on you as you were busy watching the ice cream being scooped.

 “I don’t know it's an additional few dollars.” 

“It’s on the house.” the boy smiled as his co-worker scooped up the blackberry swirl in a generous amount and placed it on a cone covered with tissue. 

“Oh really?” you asked, his smile grew brighter, and Chan clenched his jaw.

“Chocolate sprinkles in the salted caramel please,” you said placing the menu down. The poor boy’s face fell and Chan held back a laughter. He was beaming with pride at the guy's failed attempt. Chan wasn’t usually petty and he understood how people would look for an extra few seconds when you were so beautiful. But it’s the way his eyes trailed your torso every time you weren’t looking and the fact that even though it was established that you were taken he would not back off purposely ignoring and behaving rudely to Chan. 

“Right it's 18 dollars,” he said his eyes glancing at your chest when you looked away to retrieve the money from your purse.

“I got it,” you said but before you could pay Chan had given his card. 

“Make it 20 dollars,” Chan said smirking, holding out the card in his hand in front of your body, covering your chest and blocking the creeps view. 

“I could have paid,” you said pouting, he wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you close as you guys moved to the pick-up counter

“Funny, you think I  would let you pay,” Chan said as your orders were done. 

“Thank you,” you said grabbing the sweet treat and licking off the top, before helping Chan get his spoon and you were off. 

You guys walked in silence before you started. “But still, you are always paying for everything. The trip, our souvenirs even the VIP bands,” you say eating your ice cream while arguing why you should be allowed to get the ice cream you and Chan are currently devouring. Fully paid. 

“Okay first, the trip and VIP bands are from the company, secondly I like paying for everything, not because I have to or I don't think you can pay but because it makes me happy. I don’t want you to pay, just be here with me, I’ll accept that as payment.” He said almost finishing his cup, extending the last bite to you which you gladly accepted. 

“That was cheesy and maybe we shouldn’t have ordered the toppings... Does it taste weird or just me?”

“It tastes fine.” He shrugged throwing the cup in the nearby bin, you guys were on this street set of the theme park. The sides are lined with fake stone buildings with wax statues and stores. There were red phone booths and short streetlights on the path you both walked. 

“Speaking of weird, Channie did you feel the dude was being a bit rude?” You asked halfway through your cone. 

“Yeah, maybe a bit,” he said holding your hand in the process. 

“A little huh? You looked like you wanted to shoot lasers at him,” you stated, he looked baffled.

“You noticed?” he asked you giggled at how shy your boyfriend seemed now.

“Baby, he was being weird I honestly wanted to cancel when he was rude to you. I’m not that clueless you know. I saw you glare at him.” you guys had stopped walking, Chan did not how he felt. Silly? Proud? Turned on? 

“It was kind of hot.” you winked and that was the last straw, Chan pulled you between two fake buildings into an alleyway. 

“Chan-” you gasped but he had his lips on yours before another word. He tasted like caramel without the weird aftertaste of the toppings. His kisses were fervent, hot, and desperate. 

“Princess. wanted. To. kiss. From. before.” he said in between kisses, his hands fervently grabbing your body. Your waist, your hips, your butt, your hands, your face. 

“Me too,” you said hand grabbing his collar the other balancing your almost finished ice cream. 

“I wanted to kiss you too,” you said kissing his soft lips he held the back of your head, angling it so that he could press to you closer. The taste of caramel and blackberry mixing invades both your senses.

The need to breathe broke the heated kiss, Chan placing his forehead on yours and gasping. You had a smile on your face. 

“You wanted to kiss me too?” he asked, one of his palms gently holding your cheek, he placed a chaste kiss on them. 

“Mhmm.” you nodded, biting your lower lip, “Since we stepped in the park, I was scared that someone would see us and recognize you,” you admitted looking at your boyfriend. His lip now appeared swollen, glistening with your gloss and saliva. His eyes clouded and had a mischievous glint in them. 

“I know me too…. I love you,” he told you kissing your lips to seal his words. You giggled as he alternated with loud smooches and soft kisses all over your face. Chan’s love has always been this and it enthralled you, silly and pure. 

“Chris…” you gasped as a few drops of ice cream that was left on the cone fell onto your collarbone missing your garments. 

He smirked before looking in the direction you all came in, there were people but no one noticed the small nook. Chan grabbed the hand that held the small piece of cone before bringing it to his lips, 

“Mmm.” he exaggerated as he ate the cone, teasingly licking and biting your fingers in the process. Your face flushed red, and your breath became shallow. He moved onto your neck next, placing a long lavish lick from the base of your neck to the side of it. 

“Ah, Chris…” you moaned hand in his hair as he licked the ice cream off your collarbone, sucking and biting on the skin to leave a faint mark. He kissed the hickey and kissed his way till his teeth grazed the shell of your ear. 

Your hands found their way to his chest as he teased the skin behind your ear earning a soft whimper out of you. 

“We are in public… we can’t ..ah” you whispered as your boyfriend pulled your body flush against his. Hand slithering under your skirt he grabbed handfuls of your ass as he kissed you again, his tongue entering your mouth as you gasped. 

“Channie…” you pushed him away to put space between the two of you. Heaving as you guys neglected oxygen. He wasn’t done he had lost half his rational thoughts and right now all he wanted was you, more and more of you. He pulled you towards him by your hands and was about to kiss you when a loud whistle broke the trance you were in, clearing both of your thoughts and reminding you guys that people could see you. No one noticed thankfully the whistle was just a group of friends goofing around. 

“I need more,” he whispered in your ear as you straightened his shirt, wiped gloss off his lips, and tended to yourself. Your face felt hot at his submission his hands snaking around your waist. Your boyfriend rarely showed this side of him, but you became excited and shy when it did. He was so demanding and his usual shyness faded revealing a bold man with a filthy mouth.

“We can’t, not here,” you said placing a kiss on his lips and walking towards the front of the alley. A few kids had begun to look into the space wondering. 

He pulled you back a few steps. “The restrooms?” 

“Chan, it's the holiday season, and a lot of people will be there in the restroom how are you gonna sneak into the women's room.” you laughed as you both emerged from the nook onto the street.

“Wait, why me? I’ll sneak you in.” He protested.

“There is no way I’m sneaking into the men’s room,” you say

“But-” his whine got cut off with a phone call. 

“They are regrouping, it's 1 p.m.” He said. 

“So fast? Where was the pizza place again?” you questioned, looking at the hand map you guys had grabbed from the entrance, if you both made a shortcut through the stage field you could reach there in a shorter time. 

“Come on.” you grabbed Chan’s hand and walked towards the stage. 

The stage was not huge but it was big enough for a band of five and their equipment to perform. It was at a decent height and could be viewed from afar. This was the heart of the park, and a local band was set up to perform. Chan zigzagged his way through the crowd, till you guys reached the stage. The platform was raised and the same height as your boyfriend. The guards hadn’t set up the gates yet so both of you slipped in and went behind the stage where people were shifting and moving props. 

“Are we allowed in here ?” you questioned as you both speed-walked through the hustle and bustle. 

“No, I don't think so.” Chan said, “I thought so, babe we -” Your sentence was cut off again as Chris pulled you under the platform, through the black curtains. The underside was spacious it was filled with backup speakers, wires, equipment, and microphone stands. Boxes and cartons filled one side and a big sound woofer was placed next to it, you could hear footsteps above you. 

“What are you doing? we are gonna get kicked out,” you whisper- yelled as the Chan cornered you, you hit the woofers and Chan caged you in with his arms. 

“I told you I want more,” he said in his thick accent, eyes falling onto your lips. The dim light and space make that action insanely attractive.

“Someone could walk in.” you tried as he dipped his head between your shoulder and neck placing kisses. 

“We have to be quick then,” Chan stated before he shut you up with a soft kiss, you all but melted. The band had begun sound testing and the bass from the guitar reverberated through the platform, to the poles that held it, into your bodies. He bit slightly onto your bottom lip, earning a whimper out of you, and pulled back. Chan looked at you as you seemed to be in a daze, eyes glazed over, marks on your neck and collarbone, and gloss-smudged lips. Gorgeous. The confined space heated up quickly as he lifted you onto the woofer, people ran to and fro -on and behind that stage- but at that moment you couldn't care less, it was like you both had entered a different world. Where the two of you were alone.

His fingers began undoing the ties on your top, pulling the neckline down to expose your breast. 

“Ah, Chris-” you mewled when Chan kissed around your nipple, before playing with it using his tongue. The band had begun playing a song as Chan created bite marks around the supple flesh and sucked on your nipple till you couldn’t hold back your moans. 

“My girl, so sensitive here,” he said using his forefinger to circle your hardened bud, your body jerking at the action. He kissed you as his hands made their way all over your body, one palm gripped your ass as the other disappeared between your legs and moved your skirt out of the way. 

You moaned into his mouth your hands reached towards his bulge, trying to provide friction over the rough denim as he pushed your panties aside and played with your clit.

“You are so wet for me? Hm? All for me my baby…” he all but breathed into your mouth, one of his fingers entering you as you let out a whine. Chan groaned as you reached for his zipper but he stopped you. 

“I want to taste you.” He said before he got on his knees and pushed your skirt up,

“Channie-” you tried weakly as he licked a fat strip from your hole to your clit. Repeating the action he grabbed your hands and placed them on his head, silently asking you to hold his face to your cunt before he dived in under your skirt, the material covering his head partially, holding your panties to the side.

Chan ate your pussy with fervor and passion like he was quenched and needed water, he sucked on your clit before moving towards your hole and teasing the entrance. Your moans were drowned out by the music and commotion outside, and you let out a gasp as your man placed one of your thighs on his shoulder. The new angle allowed his tongue to enter your cunt, and you almost lost balance at the sensation. Your arm tired of holding yourself up so Chan wouldn’t have to bear your whole weight and the other playing with his tresses. He was relentless, slowing down to look at you and smirk before speeding up again. Surrounded by the pleasure you did not quite register two of his fingers entering you until you felt the beginning chills of your orgasm. His fingers scissored you open as his teeth grazed your swollen clit, fingers curled to hit that one spot that had you throwing your head back. Chan gazed to see you your top half undone, tits covered in his marks and spit, hair disheveled, lips between your teeth as you held tried to hold back your sounds. One of his hands reached up to your tit and kneaded the flesh.

“Chris…. Chris.. ah … oh Channie I can’t. Ah..” your foot dig into his back as broken moans and incoherent babbles left you as he fingered you, kissing your clit. "The feeling of pleasure mixed with the thrill of not being caught was so naughty, so wrong." You began moving your hips in sync with his head. The taunt feeling in your stomach snapped when his fingers pinched your nipple and your orgasm washed over you. Your hip jerked and Chan guided you with his hands on your hips as you rode out your orgasm. You tried to pull him up and return the favor but he declined. “It’s okay baby, you can pay me back once we are home.”

“But I-”

“If we start now I don't think I can hold back,” he admitted kissing your pussy once more before he placed your leg back on the ground and got up dusting his knees. Your legs felt weak and you needed a minute to catch your breath resting your head on his shoulder. Chris wrapped his arms around you placing kisses to soothe you on your head, eyes, and neck. You lazily kissed him as he tried to knot the strings of your top. You giggled and then fixed your top yourself. He held you, his arms around your waist while you rested yours around his neck. You fixed your hair and then smiled at Chan who was busy admiring the faint post-orgasm blush on your cheeks. The music continued outside oblivious of the atmosphere under the stage below the platform

“I love you,” you whispered in his ear not wanting to break the little bubble both of you found under a stage during a band rehearsal.

“I love you too,” he said kissing you again, your lips felt fuzzy. 

“I love you,” you repeated and he chuckled. “This because I didn't get to tell you at the alley. And this-” you placed a long kiss on his lips smiling against his lips, Chan feeling dizzy “for always taking care of me.” Before Chan could reply someone entered the space both of you jumping at the intrusion. 

“HEY! WHO ARE YOU? YOU’RE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE HERE?!” the woman yelled as someone else entered under the stage. Springing to action, you both ran out of the stage into the crowd. Chan grabbed your hand as he pushed through the crowd yelling out ‘Sorry, excuse us, pardon me mate.’ you guys did not stop till the stage disappeared behind and you were close to the pizzeria. You both stopped laughing and tried to catch your breath, you fixed yourself as Chan discreetly adjusted himself in his pants. You send an apologetic glance to which he just winks and kisses you briefly. As soon as you entered the restaurant you spotted your friends, the loudest in the bunch, it was remarkable how people had not recognized them when they doing everything but laying low. The shouting and hollering intensified as the two of you approached the somewhat private tables. 

“You’re late!” Jisung yelled, he was in a mid straw fight with Seungmin. “Yeah, we took the long route,” Chan said slipping into the booth after you. 

“Of course you did.” Lee Know said smirking, he noticed the flushed expressions, Chan’s messy hair, and faint marks on you before his eyes met Chan’s. You blushed and turned away from them engaging in something Felix said.

‘Not a word’ Chan glared at Minho. He smiled shrugging before turning away to share a knowing look with Hyunjin. The fuckers had bet on why you were late Minho won clearly as Hyunjin extended a five-dollar bill to him. “Guys, Changbin Hyung cried.” Jeongin reminded again as Changbin groaned.

“In-ah! For the last time, it was because of the speed” The laughter and shouting ensued and Chan placed his hands on your thigh. The clock on the wall read 1:50 and you hoped the day would not end.

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𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝

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A/N: it was a bit long right? This is my first time writing smut so excuse any mistakes. I hope you enjoyed it. follow @turtledovenycx for more.

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[daresplaining]

Hi! Had a kinda weird question, but is it ever mentioned how Matt paid for his education or any student loans?

Hi! This has been touched on a few times, yes. One good source of information is Daredevil volume 3 #12, in which Matt tells a story from his early days rooming with Foggy at Columbia.

Matt: "[Being the teacher's pet] wasn't enough to float me out of a hell of student-grant bureaucracy. Unlike Foggy, I was eternally one step ahead of the bursar's office." Daredevil vol. 3 #12 by Mark Waid, Chris Samnee, Javier Rodriguez, and Joe Caramagna

This story takes place in law school and doesn't mention Matt's undergrad experience, but we learn that he was receiving financial aid (which seems believable for a high-achieving disabled student from a single-parent, low-income household; the Battlin' Jack Murdock mini-series also mentions that Matt was on a scholarship, implied to be tied to his disabled status), but was still struggling to pay (also unsurprising; Jack was still alive at this point, but it's hard to say how much money he was making). By the end of the story, Matt reveals that Foggy's well-to-do family stepped in at a certain point and helped keep him afloat until graduation (also unsurprising; Foggy's parents also financed the first Nelson & Murdock office).

Another thing to keep in mind about Matt's college experience is that the continuity changed in the early 80s. He wasn't always a Columbia grad; originally, he and Foggy attended the vaguely-named State College in upstate New York, and one of the reasons Matt picked that school was because it was affordable.

Daredevil vol. 1 #-1 by Joe Kelly, Gene Colan, Christie Scheele, Matt Ryan, and Richard Starkings

At this point, the only concrete thing we know about Matt's financial situation is that the money was coming from his father. The main reason Jack kept boxing past his prime, and the main reason he settled for signing on with the corrupt manager who eventually murdered him, was to afford Matt's college education.

Daredevil vol. 1 #1 by Stan Lee, Bill Everett, and Sam Rosen

With the shift to a much more prestigious and expensive alma mater, with the cost of college having skyrocketed since 1964, and with the sliding timescale to take into account, it has definitely become harder to believe that Jack's boxing earnings would have been enough to pay for more than a semester-or-two. It wouldn't surprise me at all if some future retelling of Matt's origin at least put him in a work study program of some kind to make some extra cash.

As far as loans are concerned, I think a lot of people tend to forget that Nelson & Murdock were/are a very well-known and successful law firm. They've had their low points, sure, but there are plenty of key periods in their careers when they were making a ton of money. The Bendis/Maleev run (in which Matt is a high-profile public figure and goes to court wearing $2,000 suits) is an easy example, but we can look much earlier than that too. Matt is referred to as "one of the finest trial lawyers in the nation" as early as Daredevil volume 1 #20, and check out his swanky, tricked-out Sutton Place brownstone:

Daredevil vol. 1 #167 by David Michelinie, Frank Miller, Klaus Janson, Glynis Wein, and Joe Rosen

Given this, I tend to think that Matt hasn't had too much trouble paying off his loans.

Thanks for the great question!

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Pod-Together Day 1 Reveals 2024

Light up This Old Soul (Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars: Dark Disciple - Christie Golden) written by EustaciaVye, performed by AsterRoc Summary: As Obi-Wan heals, he learns more about the Nightsisters' approach to the Force, while Asajj learns more about her heritage.

Both a Blessing and a Curse [text, audio] (Star Wars: Rebels) written by wanderingjedihistorian, performed by flowerparrish Summary: His memory was both a blessing and a curse. Alexsandr Kallus had known this for many years. The date he’d first seen the name The Ghost cross his desk was forever burned into Kallus’ memory. And that date was getting closer.

View from a Pavilion (镇魂 | Guardian (TV 2018), 绅探 | Detective L (TV), 叛逆者 | The Rebel (TV 2021)) written by Martha, performed by SEF_podfic Summary: During the dark days of the occupied French Concession, Luo Fei helps an injured young captain of the Republican Military Intelligence. [text and podfic]

dream symphony (The Magnus Archives (Podcast)) written by Lua, performed by gracicah Summary: Simon Fairchild loves the sky, and, through his surprisingly long life, he feels loved back by it. It isn’t all that surprising that he has a good time as an avatar of his patron. After all, he is a man in love.

A Case of Identity Fraud (Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics)) written by DayenuRose, performed by Nymphie_Wolf Summary: After spending years of putting in the hard work and re-building his life and his relationship with his family, Jason Todd is not amused when he falls over a decade into the past. The Red Hood is in the middle of his vengence on his family, Tim's life is falling apart at the seems, and his family is in shambles. Jason misses his home, his family, and the ability to have a decent meal. After two months of (mostly) observing from the sidelines, Jason can't stand by anymore. If no one else will step in and help Tim, then he will. Can Jason help past!Tim without messing up the future for everyone?

Tenderly (Original Work) written by Hagar, performed by wilfriede0815 (with additional voices by stargateinmybasement, ChaosKiro, Juulna, Tipsy_Kitty, horchata, and flowerparrish) Summary: My name is Amalie Madsen. I’m a schoolteacher teaching sixth grade. Since I became a teacher, I’ve been told many times that my sense of wonder may fade with time but, in fact, just last year I ran into the greatest wonder I have encountered to date. Or, should I say, wonders.

Truth Comes Out Of His Well (Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan, Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types) written by TsarinaTorment, performed by stereden Summary: Lee Fletcher had a secret. Luke knew it, and anything Luke knew, Kronos knew. This had consequences, which started with Lee not meeting his end at the business end of a giant's club after all.

Letters to Jiejie [text & podfic] (陈情令 | The Untamed (TV)) written by FlutterFyre, performed by pezzax Summary: Jiang Cheng doesn't know what has gotten into Wei Wuxian and to be honest, he doesn't care. He just wants things to go back to normal. Stuck at the Cloud Recesses guest lectures, he vents to his elder sister as he alsways has, hoping against hope that she will have a solution that might bring some semblance of sense back to his foster brother.

Like a Hozier Song [text, audio] (Daredevil (TV), Daredevil (Comics), The Punisher (TV 2017), Punisher (Comics), Marvel, Marvel Cinematic Universe) written by BurdenedWithPointlessPurpose, performed by 42donotpanic Summary: Matt never expected for Frank Castle to end up on his couch for months on end. He’d never expected to make a home with him, but nothing is as he’d planned. Life isn’t neat like that and his friend gets that more than anyone else ever has. It’s the reason he’s a little sweet on his friend… like the Hozier songs the guy likes to sing.

Phantom Friends (Danny Phantom, Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics)) written by Litra, performed by itallcomesbacktoandreil Summary: Five times someone in the bat family died and met Danny, and the one time no death was needed.

Room 505 (The Hotel (Podcast)) written by zombified_queer, performed by MistbornHero Summary: The Lobby Boy gets to flex his creative muscles. The Hotel Herself observes with a pang of surprise.

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Rivals To Romance: Frozen Hearts - Lee Jeno

Summary: A tale of rival hockey teams stranded by a storm, where animosity thaws into camaraderie and unexpected romance blooms amidst adversity.

Pairing: hockey player!Jeno x cheerleader!reader (featuring hockey player!Mark)

Rating: PG

Word Count: 6.7k

Genre: Romance, Drama

Warnings: thematic elements, intense situations, emotional intensity, cringey hockey team names (sorry)

I’ve never watched a single hockey game… so let’s write about it!

The arena is a sea of noise and excitement, with fans from both teams filling the stands, waving banners, and chanting. The ice gleams under the bright lights, ready for the players to carve their paths across it. The game is in the middle of the third period, and the scoreboard reads 3-3, reflecting the intensity of the match between Neo Resonance and Daredevil Drifters.

You’re on the sidelines with your fellow cheerleaders, your uniform vibrant and your movements precise. Every cheer you lead is filled with energy, your voice blending with the roars of the crowd. Your eyes occasionally flicker to the ice, following the rapid movements of the players.

Jeno, the center for Neo Resonance, catches your eye. He moves with a combination of speed and grace that is mesmerizing. You watch as he intercepts the puck from one of your team’s forwards, his expression one of fierce determination. He speeds towards the goal, skillfully dodging defenders. The tension in the arena spikes, and you can’t help but feel a mix of apprehension and admiration.

Jeno takes a powerful shot, aiming for the goal. The crowd collectively holds its breath. Your goalie leaps, making an incredible save, and the puck rebounds back into play. The ensuing scramble is chaotic, players from both teams crashing into each other, fighting for control. The noise level in the arena reaches a fever pitch as everyone anticipates the next move.

Your team’s cheerleaders are giving it their all, and you’re no exception. You lead the crowd in chants, your voice loud and clear, encouraging the Drifters to push harder. You notice Jeno again during a brief pause in the game. There’s a moment where he and one of your team’s players exchange heated words, the rivalry between them palpable.

“Nice dive, Jeno!” shouts Ryan, one of your team’s defensemen, sarcasm dripping from his voice. “Trying out for the swim team next?”

Jeno skates closer, his eyes blazing. “At least I don’t need to slash to stay relevant, Ryan,” he retorts, his voice steady but edged with frustration.

Ryan scoffs, stepping closer as well. “Keep talking. Maybe that’ll help you win a game for once.”

The referees quickly intervene, separating the two before the situation escalates. The tension between the teams is clear, and the rivalry is deeply personal.

As Jeno skates back towards his bench, you focus on leading another cheer. The final minutes of the game are a whirlwind. Jeno, unwavering in his determination, rallies his team for a final push. The Daredevil Drifters’ defense is formidable, meeting every advance with fierce resistance. You’re on the edge, cheering with all your might, willing your team to hold strong., as the opposing cheerleaders do the same.

With mere seconds left, Jeno takes one last, desperate shot. The puck flies across the ice, and time seems to slow. Everyone watches as it heads for the goal. The buzzer sounds just as the puck strikes the post, narrowly missing the net. The game ends in a draw, the tension unresolved but the rivalry even more intense.

The arena explodes in a mixture of cheers and groans. You’re breathless from the excitement, your heart pounding. As the players leave the ice, you can see the frustration and determination on their faces. The rivalry between Neo Resonance and Daredevil Drifters is far from over, and you know that the next game will be just as intense, if not more so.

You and your fellow cheerleaders gather your things, exchanging high-fives and compliments on a job well done. As you make your way towards the exit, you can’t help but notice Jeno walking nearby with his teammates. His expression is a blend of frustration and determination, reflecting the intense effort he put into the game.

“We had them, Mark,” Jeno says, shaking his head as he pulls off his helmet. “That last shot should’ve gone in.”

Mark claps Jeno on the shoulder. “We’ll get them next time, Jeno. Don’t worry.”

You roll your eyes slightly at the confidence in their voices, feeling a flicker of irritation. Your own team had fought just as hard, and you can’t help but feel the rivalry pulse through you.

As you and your fellow cheerleaders make your way through the crowded hallway, you accidentally bump into Jeno. The sudden contact causes both of you to pause and glare at each other.

“Watch where you’re going,” you snap, your tone sharper than you intended.

Jeno’s eyes narrow. “Maybe you should try that too.”

You huff in annoyance, squaring your shoulders. “Maybe if you focused on winning instead of whining, you’d have scored that last goal.”

Jeno’s jaw tightens, and for a moment, you think he’s going to say something else, but he just shakes his head and steps aside. “Whatever. Just stay out of my way.”

You walk past him, your heart pounding with a mix of frustration and something you can’t quite identify. The rivalry between your two teams is more than just a game; it’s personal.

As you exit the arena, the cold night air hits you, a reminder of the storm that’s been forecasted. You see the buses for both teams and cheerleaders lined up, ready to take everyone back to their respective locations.

The buses for both teams and their cheerleaders pull out of the arena parking lot, heading towards their respective destinations. The night air is cold, and snow begins to fall more heavily, the flakes growing larger and the visibility decreasing rapidly.

You sit with your fellow cheerleaders, chatting and laughing about the game, trying to shake off the tension from earlier. The bus moves slowly through the increasingly treacherous conditions. You glance out the window, noticing how quickly the snow is accumulating on the ground.

“Wow, it’s really coming down out there,” one of your teammates remarks, peering through the frosted window.

As the bus trudges along the icy road, the snowstorm intensifies, transforming the landscape into a blur of white. The driver squints, trying to navigate through the blizzard, but the conditions worsen by the minute. Eventually, the bus comes to a halt.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we have to pull over,” the driver announces, concern evident in his voice. “The roads are too dangerous to continue. There’s a lodge up ahead where we can take shelter.”

The news spreads quickly, and the atmosphere on the bus shifts from casual conversation to murmurs of worry. You grab your bag and follow your teammates off the bus, huddling together against the biting wind.

As you trudge towards the lodge, you see the Neo Resonance buses pulling in as well. The players, cheerleaders and their staff disembark, and you spot Jeno among them, his expression hard to read.

The lodge is a rustic, cozy building, its wooden beams and stone fireplace giving it a welcoming feel. Once inside, the warmth is a welcome relief from the cold outside. Players and cheerleaders alike start to unload their gear and lay it down in available spaces. The lobby quickly fills with bags, hockey sticks, and other equipment.

A few of the players drop onto the couches and chairs, groaning as they stretch out tired muscles. The exhaustion from the game is evident on their faces.

“Man, that game took it out of me,” Ryan says, rubbing his neck. “I feel like I got run over by a truck.”

“Tell me about it,” another player replies. “I’m going to feel this one tomorrow.”

There’s some friendly banter as the initial tension begins to ease slightly. Players from both teams, though still wary, exchange comments about the game and the weather.

“This storm’s insane,” Mark from Neo Resonance says, shaking snow from his hair. “Hope we’re not stuck here too long.”

“You and me both,” one of your fellow cheerleaders replies. “But at least it’s warm in here.”

Jeno and some of his teammates start organizing their gear, making sure everything is accounted for. You and the other cheerleaders find a spot to lay down your own bags, spreading out blankets and setting up a makeshift area to rest.

The lodge manager steps forward with a flashlight and a serious expression. “Alright, everyone, listen up. We’re in for a rough night. The storm is getting worse, and it looks like we’ll be here for a while. We need to make sure everyone is safe and comfortable.”

The players and cheerleaders nod, acknowledging the gravity of the situation. People start settling in, trying to make the best of it. Some players stretch out on the floor, using their bags as makeshift pillows, while others huddle together, sharing snacks and stories to pass the time.

Suddenly, the lights flicker and then go out completely, plunging the lodge into darkness. The murmurs of conversation turn into gasps and exclamations of surprise.

“Great,” you mutter, reaching for your phone to use as a flashlight.

The lodge manager’s voice cuts through the darkness. “Looks like the storm knocked out the power. We have some emergency supplies, but we’ll need to work together to get through this.”

There’s a murmur of discontent from both groups. The rivalry is still fresh, and the idea of cooperating with the other team doesn’t sit well with anyone. But with the storm howling outside, there’s no choice.

“Alright, let’s divide into teams,” the manager continues. “We need people to gather firewood, distribute blankets, and set up a central area for everyone to stay warm.”

You’re assigned to gather firewood, and to your dismay, so is Jeno. He gives you a sidelong glance, clearly not thrilled either.

“Great,” you mutter under your breath as you pull on your coat and gloves. “Just what I needed.”

“Trust me, I’m not any happier about this than you are,” Jeno replies curtly, grabbing an empty bag for the wood.

You both head outside into the biting cold, the wind whipping the snow around in a frenzy. The task is made more difficult by the rapidly falling snow and the need to trudge through drifts to find suitable wood. You quickly realize that your cheer uniform offers little protection against the freezing temperatures, and you start to shiver uncontrollably.

Jeno notices your shivering and stops. Without a word, he unties a jacket from around his waist and hands it to you. “Here. Put this on.”

Surprised, you hesitate for a moment before taking the jacket. “Thanks,” you say quietly, slipping it on. The warmth is immediate and much needed.

After a short pause, you add, “I didn’t see you grab this jacket.”

Jeno shrugs, his expression unreadable. “I grabbed it before I followed you outside. Thought it might come in handy.”

The revelation makes you pause. Despite the rivalry and the tension between you, Jeno had thought ahead and brought the jacket, anticipating the harsh conditions.

“Well, thanks again,” you say, this time with a bit more sincerity.

Jeno nods, not meeting your eyes. “Let’s just get this done.”

The two of you continue working in relative silence, the only sounds the crunching of snow beneath your boots and the distant howl of the wind. Despite the lingering tension, the shared challenge of gathering firewood in the storm creates a small, unspoken truce between you.

“We should split up,” Jeno suggests after a while, his voice cutting through the silence between them.

You hesitate, glancing around at the thick blanket of snow. “Are you sure? It’s hard to see in this storm.”

Jeno nods, his breath visible in the freezing air. “Yeah, but we’ll cover more ground that way. Just stay within shouting distance.”

Reluctantly, you agree, and you separate, disappearing into the swirling snow. Alone now, you focus on the task at hand, scanning the ground for fallen branches and small trees that have succumbed to the weight of the snow.

It’s slow going, each piece of wood a small victory against the elements. Your fingers ache from the cold, despite the gloves, and you find yourself constantly wiping snowflakes from your face. You glances over at Jeno occasionally, seeing his figure moving steadily through the storm. Despite you rivalry, you grudgingly acknowledge his determination and efficiency.

After what feels like hours, you reconvene near the lodge with your haul of firewood. Some of the other players and cheerleaders have also returned, their faces red and their breaths visible in the cold air. There’s a collective sense of relief as they deposit their bundles of wood in a growing pile near the lodge entrance.

Jeno approaches you, his expression more serious than usual. “Good work,” he says simply, his voice carrying a hint of begrudging respect.

You nod in acknowledgement, surprised at the genuine appreciation in Jeno’s tone. “You too,” you replies, feeling a twinge of the camaraderie that comes with shared hardship.

You exchange nods before moving to help the others with the remaining tasks. The storm rages on outside, but inside the lodge, a small seed of trust has begun to sprout between you both, nurtured by the necessity of survival and the mutual understanding that sometimes, cooperation is stronger than competition.

Outside, the storm continues to rage unabated, its fury relentless as snowflakes swirl around in a blinding frenzy. You and Jeno, along with a few others, brave the elements once more to gather the last batch of firewood needed to sustain you all through the night.

As y’all venture further from the lodge, the terrain becomes increasingly treacherous. Ice patches lurk beneath the fresh snow, threatening to send you slipping with each step. You shiver despite the jacket, the cold seeping through your cheerleading uniform. Your breath comes out in visible puffs, and you focus on keeping your footing.

Suddenly, a patch of ice beneath you gives way, causing you to lose your balance. You start to fall backward, but before you can hit the ground, strong hands grip your arms and pull you upright.

“Careful,” Jeno’s voice cuts through the howling wind, his grip firm yet surprisingly gentle.

You blink in surprise, catching your breath as you steady yourself. You look up at Jeno, his face partially obscured by the falling snow. “Thanks,” you manage, feeling a mix of gratitude and embarrassment.

Jeno nods, releasing your arms and turning back to the task at hand. “Watch your step. It’s slippery out here.”

You continue in silence, your movements more cautious now. Each piece of firewood you find is a small victory against the storm, and you work together to load them into your bags.

As you trudge back towards the lodge, you steals glances at Jeno. His jaw is set in determination, his eyes focused on the path ahead. Despite your rivalry and the tension that still lingers between you, you can’t deny the sense of security you feel with him beside you.

Back at the lodge, you deposit the firewood with the others. The lodge is warmer now, the fire crackling merrily in the stone fireplace.

Jeno meets your gaze briefly, a silent acknowledgment passing between you. You’ve faced a challenge together and come out stronger for it. It’s a small step, but one that has begun to bridge the gap between rivals.

Others notice the subtle change in your interaction, exchanging surprised glances and murmured comments. The tension that once filled the lodge has eased somewhat, replaced by a tentative camaraderie born out of necessity.

As you all settle in for the night, you find yourself sitting closer to Jeno than you would have imagined possible earlier in the day. Your rivalry is far from forgotten, but for now, you share a mutual respect forged through hardship and the realization that, perhaps, you’re not so different after all.

With the fire crackling warmly in the lodge, the storm outside seems a world away. Players and cheerleaders alike find themselves clustered together, seeking comfort in the flickering light and the shared struggle of the evening.

You sit near the fire, your cheeks flushed from the cold but your spirits lifted by the relative warmth. You glance around, noticing Jeno on the other side of the room, engaged in a quiet conversation with Mark, his teammate. Despite the lingering tension between them, there’s an undeniable sense of relief in the air.

After a moment, Jeno catches your gaze and nods in acknowledgement. You return the nod cautiously, unsure of what to make of your newfound understanding.

As the night wears on, conversations start to flow more freely among the group. Laughter echoes off the wooden beams, breaking the silence that had settled over them earlier.

You find yourself drawn into a conversation with a few of the other cheerleaders of both teams, exchanging stories about past games and funny mishaps during practices. You steal glances at Jeno occasionally, noting his occasional chuckle or smile as he listens to his teammates.

Eventually, You decide to approach Jeno, cautiously navigating the still-present tension between you. You find him sitting alone near the fire, staring into the flames with a thoughtful expression.

“Mind if I join you?” You ask, keeping your tone neutral.

Jeno looks up, surprise flickering in his eyes before he nods. “Sure.”

You sit in companionable silence for a moment, the crackling of the fire the only sound between you . You shift slightly, unsure of how to break the ice.

Finally, Jeno speaks, his voice quiet yet oddly open. “So, uh, what made you want to be a cheerleader?”

You blink in surprise at the unexpected question. You hadn’t expected Jeno to initiate a conversation, let alone about something personal. “Hmm, well, it started when I was little,” you begin, a small smile playing on your lips as you recall fond memories. “I used to watch my older sister cheer at her high school games. She always looked so confident and happy out there on the field. I guess I wanted to be like her.”

Jeno listens intently, his gaze fixed on the flames. “That’s cool. Must be tough, though. Cheering at all those games, I mean.”

You nod, a hint of pride in your voice. “Yeah, it can be challenging, but it’s also incredibly rewarding. You get to be part of something bigger than yourself, you know?”

Jeno nods in understanding, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “I get that.”

After a short pause, Jeno speaks with a tentative curiosity. “So, uh, what do you do when you’re not cheering?”

You smile, appreciating the opportunity to share a bit of yourself beyond the cheerleader persona. “I enjoy hiking and exploring new places,” you begin, your voice soft yet filled with enthusiasm. “There’s something about being outdoors, especially in the mountains. It’s like a different world out there.”

Jeno listens attentively, nodding in understanding. “That sounds peaceful. I’ve always wanted to do more hiking, but hockey keeps me pretty busy.”

You continue to exchange stories, discovering shared interests and hobbies beyond your respective roles in sports. Jeno talks about his passion for photography, how capturing moments off the ice helps him unwind and see the world differently. You share your love for cooking and experimenting with recipes, finding joy in creating meals that bring people together.

As you converse, a sense of ease settles between you, the initial tension of rivalry giving way to genuine curiosity and mutual respect. You find yourselves laughing over shared anecdotes and nodding in agreement over favorite books and movies, opening up in ways you hadn’t anticipated. The tension between you eases as you discover common interests and experiences beyond your roles on the ice and the sidelines.

“It’s funny,” You muse after a while, a small smile quirking your lips. “We spend so much time competing against each other, but we probably have more in common than we realize.”

Jeno nods thoughtfully, a faint smile on his face. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. Maybe there’s more to this rivalry than meets the eye.”

You chuckle softly, feeling a sense of camaraderie settling between you. “Who knew a snowstorm could bring us all together like this?”

Jeno’s smile widens, reflecting the warmth of the fire. “Mother Nature works in mysterious ways.”

You both laugh softly, the sound blending with the crackling of the fire and the distant howl of the wind outside. In that moment, the rivalry between you fades into the background, replaced by a tentative bond forged through shared moments and unexpected conversation.

As the storm continues to rage outside, You and Jeno find yourselves leaning closer to the fire, grateful for the unexpected connection that has begun to grow between them in the heart of the blizzard.

Inside the lodge, tension hung thick in the air as players and cheerleaders from SM Neo Resonance and Daredevil Drifters found themselves unexpectedly stranded by the intensifying snowstorm. The previous evening, when the storm was less severe, they had settled into the lodge with trepidation, each team staking out their areas and eyeing each other warily.

Jeno, Mark, and Y/N had found themselves near the fireplace, a makeshift center for gathering and discussion. They had talked quietly, trying to make sense of their predicament and what steps to take next.

As the storm intensified overnight, sleep had been fitful and short for most. The wind howled around the lodge, and snow piled high against the windows. By morning, it was clear they were snowed in completely, communication lines severed, and any hopes of immediate rescue dashed.

Now, in the harsh light of day, they convened again near the fireplace. Jeno glanced out the frosted windows, squinting against the relentless flurry. "This storm came out of nowhere. We need to figure out our next move."

Mark nodded, his brow furrowed with worry. "Yeah, it's intense. First things first, we should gather everyone and take stock of what we have—food, water, and firewood."

Y/N, her voice steady despite the tension in the room, nodded in agreement. "Let's get organized. We need teams to check supplies and secure the lodge."

Quickly, they gathered the others, navigating through worried conversations about when help might arrive. In the main area, Jeno stood on a chair to address the group, his voice projecting above the storm’s howl. "Listen up, everyone. The storm has cut off all communication. Our priority is safety and conserving resources. We'll divide into teams—some gather firewood, others check the pantry and water supply."

A Drifters player spoke up skeptically, "You sure your team can handle this?"

Jeno's teammate shot back defensively, "We'll manage. How about your team?"

Y/N stepped in, her tone firm yet diplomatic. "Let's focus on the tasks. We're in this together, no matter the jersey."

Despite initial tension, teams formed and began their tasks. There were terse exchanges and competitive undercurrents, but also moments of cooperation as they secured supplies and fortified the lodge. Leaders emerged naturally, coordinating efforts to maintain morale and safety.

Near the fireplace, Jeno helped stack firewood brought in by his teammates. "Good work out there," he acknowledged, a nod of respect exchanged.

His teammate nodded back, the rivalry momentarily set aside. "Thanks. Your team's not bad either."

Meanwhile, Y/N moved among the groups, offering encouragement and helping to allocate tasks. She noted moments where players from both teams worked side by side, a silent acknowledgment that survival depended on unity despite the rivalry.

As the day wore on and the storm continued unabated, a fragile sense of cooperation began to settle in. They were rivals on the ice, but here, in the face of nature's fury, they were teammates striving toward a common goal: survival until help could arrive.

In the flickering light of the lodge, amidst the howling wind and swirling snow, bonds were forming that transcended the competition they knew so well.

Inside the lodge, tension hung thick in the air as players and cheerleaders from Neo Resonance and Daredevil Drifters found themselves unexpectedly stranded by the intensifying snowstorm. The previous evening, when the storm was less severe, you had settled into the lodge with trepidation, each team staking out their areas and eyeing each other warily.

Jeno, Mark, and Yourself had found yourselves near the fireplace, a makeshift center for gathering and discussion. You had talked quietly, trying to make sense of your predicament and what steps to take next.

As the storm intensified overnight, sleep had been fitful and short for most. The wind howled around the lodge, and snow piled high against the windows. By morning, it was clear you were snowed in completely, communication lines severed, and any hopes of immediate rescue dashed.

Now, in the harsh light of day, you convened again near the fireplace. Jeno glanced out the frosted windows, squinting against the relentless flurry. “This storm came out of nowhere. We need to figure out our next move.”

Mark nodded, his brow furrowed with worry. “Yeah, it’s intense. First things first, we should gather everyone and take stock of what we have—food, water, and firewood.”

You, your voice steady despite the tension in the room, nodded in agreement. “Let’s get organized. We need teams to check supplies and secure the lodge.”

Quickly, you three gathered the others, navigating through worried conversations about when help might arrive. In the main area, Jeno stood on a chair to address the group, his voice projecting above the storm’s howl. “Listen up, everyone. The storm has cut off all communication. Our priority is safety and conserving resources. We’ll divide into teams—some gather firewood, others check the pantry and water supply.”

A Drifters player spoke up skeptically, “You sure your team can handle this?”

Jeno’s teammate shot back defensively, “We’ll manage. How about your team?”

You stepped in, your tone firm yet diplomatic. “Let’s focus on the tasks. We’re in this together, no matter the jersey.”

Despite initial tension, teams formed and began their tasks. There were terse exchanges and competitive undercurrents, but also moments of cooperation as you all secured supplies and fortified the lodge. Leaders emerged naturally, coordinating efforts to maintain morale and safety.

Near the fireplace, Jeno helped stack firewood brought in by his teammates. “Good work out there,” he acknowledged, a nod of respect exchanged.

His teammate nodded back, the rivalry momentarily set aside. “Thanks. Your team’s not bad either.”

Meanwhile, you moved among the groups, offering encouragement and helping to allocate tasks. You noted moments where players from both teams worked side by side, a silent acknowledgment that survival depended on unity despite the rivalry.

As the day wore on and the storm continued unabated, a fragile sense of cooperation began to settle in. You were rivals on the ice, but here, in the face of nature’s fury, you were teammates striving toward a common goal: survival until help could arrive.

In the flickering light of the lodge, amidst the howling wind and swirling snow, bonds were forming that transcended the competition they knew so well.

As evening descended, fatigue and tension hung heavy in the lodge. The fire crackled softly, casting dancing shadows on weary faces. The teams gathered once more near the fireplace, the flickering light offering a brief respite from the relentless storm outside.

Jeno glanced around at the tired but determined faces of his teammates and their rivals. “We’ve done well today,” he began, his voice carrying a note of exhaustion tempered with satisfaction. “We’ve secured enough firewood and stocked up on essentials. We’ll need to ration carefully, but we’ll manage.”

Mark nodded in agreement, his expression serious yet relieved. “We’ve got a plan in place. We’ll keep watch through the night, make sure everyone’s accounted for.”

You chimed in, your voice softer now, filled with a blend of weariness and quiet resolve. “It hasn’t been easy, but we’re getting through this together. Tomorrow, we’ll reassess and see where we stand.”

There were murmurs of agreement and nods of tired acknowledgment. Despite the rivalry that had defined you on the ice, here you were united by a shared struggle against the elements. The lodge, once a battleground of opposing teams, had become a sanctuary where survival depended on cooperation and mutual support.

As you settled in for another night of uncertainty, the fire crackling in the hearth seemed to echo the flickers of camaraderie and understanding that had begun to thaw the ice between you. In the quiet moments that followed, the storm outside seemed to relent, if only slightly, as if acknowledging the resilience and newfound unity within the lodge walls.

Inside the lodge, the atmosphere was subdued as you faced the harsh reality of your prolonged isolation. The storm continued unabated outside, and inside, conversations revolved around their dwindling supplies.

Jeno, Mark, and You convened near the dwindling fire, once again. Your expressions grave as you assessed the situation.

Mark ran a hand through his hair, frustration evident in his voice. “We’ve burned through more firewood than I expected. And the food supplies… they’re not going to last much longer.”

Jeno nodded grimly, his gaze flickering to the small stockpile of provisions they had managed to gather. “We need to ration what we have left. Maybe skip some meals to conserve.”

You frowned, your mind racing with possibilities. “We should check if there are any emergency supplies we missed. Maybe a hidden pantry or storage room.”

You organized teams once more, this time with a renewed urgency. Some searched the lodge thoroughly while others doubled efforts to gather firewood in the worsening storm.

Tensions simmered as the reality of your predicament settled in deeper. There were terse exchanges over who should eat what, and frustrations occasionally boiled over. Yet, amidst the strain, there were also moments of quiet understanding and cooperation as they realized their mutual dependence for survival.

Near the fireplace, where the warmth offered a brief respite from the cold, Jeno and a Drifters cheerleader worked silently together to ration out the remaining food supplies. “We’ve got to make this last,” Jeno muttered, more to himself than anyone else.

His teammate nodded in agreement, a shared determination replacing the rivalry that had once defined their relationship. “Yeah, we’ll figure it out. Together.”

Meanwhile, you worked with another group to search every nook and cranny of the lodge, hoping to uncover any overlooked resources. “Check behind those crates,” you directed, your voice steady despite the fatigue evident in your eyes.

As the day wore on and your efforts continued, a sense of unity began to emerge amidst the strain.

By nightfall, despite the challenges that lay ahead, you all gathered once more near the fireplace. The fire crackled softly, casting flickering shadows on weary faces.

“We’ve made it through another day,” Jeno said quietly, his voice carrying a mix of weariness and resolve. “We’re holding on, but we need to keep going. Tomorrow, we’ll need to be even more resourceful.”

Mark nodded in agreement, his gaze steady as he looked around at their makeshift community. “We’ll get through this. We’ve come this far together.”

You added with a hint of optimism, “We’ve proven we can adapt. We just have to keep working together.”

As you settled in for another night of uncertainty, the firelight seemed to offer a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness that surrounded you. Despite the challenges of the storm and the dwindling supplies, you found strength in your resilience and in the bonds that were slowly but surely forming between you.

As the third day of the relentless storm dragged on, the lodge felt more like a refuge and a prison simultaneously. Jeno, standing near the frosted windows, watched the snow swirl in gusts outside, obscuring the landscape beyond. The atmosphere inside was heavy with the scent of woodsmoke and a mix of tension and camaraderie that had developed among the players and cheerleaders from Neo Resonance and Daredevil Drifters.

Amidst the shuffle of tasks and attempts to stave off boredom, Jeno found himself increasingly drawn to your presence. You moved with purpose, checking supplies, offering encouragement, and managing disputes with a calm demeanor that belied the stress of your predicament. He admired your resilience and the way you had managed to keep spirits up when the temptation to succumb to anxiety loomed over everyone.

Later in the afternoon, as you found a rare moment of solitude near the crackling fireplace, Jeno decided to voice his thoughts. The firelight flickered across your face, casting shadows that danced in your eyes as you looked up at him, a small smile playing on your lips.

“You’ve been holding up well through all of this,” Jeno began, his voice carrying a mixture of admiration and introspection.

You nodded, your gaze meeting his with a hint of gratitude. “Thanks. It’s not easy, but we’re all doing our best.”

Jeno nodded in agreement, his mind grappling with the emotions swirling within him. “Yeah, it’s just… being stuck here makes you realize what’s important.”

Curious, you tilted your head slightly. “What do you mean?”

He paused, choosing his words carefully. “I mean… it’s made me appreciate the people around me more. Like you.”

Your smile widened slightly, touched by his honesty. “That’s sweet of you to say. I think situations like this bring out the best in people.”

You both lapsed into a companionable silence, the crackling fire filling the space between you. Jeno’s thoughts raced as he dared to consider the possibility that his feelings for you were deeper than he had initially realized. He admired your strength, your kindness, and the way you effortlessly brought people together, even in the midst of uncertainty.

As the storm raged outside, inside the lodge, a different kind of storm brewed within Jeno—a mix of conflicting emotions and a growing awareness of his feelings for you. For now, he kept those thoughts close, content to let the warmth of the fire and the companionship you shared ease the chill of their isolated reality.

Inside the lodge, the fourth day of isolation brought with it a renewed sense of hope as communication flickered back to life intermittently. Players and cheerleaders from both teams gathered around the radio, your ears straining for any updates or signs of rescue.

You, Jeno and Mark hovered near the radio, your expressions a mix of anticipation and relief as static-filled voices broke through the silence.

“We’re not alone anymore,” Mark murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

You nodded, a small smile tugging at your lips. “It won’t be long now.”

Jeno glanced out the window, the storm still raging outside but with a newfound optimism. “We need to be ready when they arrive. Make sure everything’s set.”

Teams mobilized once more, this time with a sense of purpose fueled by the prospect of imminent rescue. You gathered supplies, organized a makeshift signal outside the lodge, and prepared to make your departure as swift and efficient as possible.

Throughout the day, the tension that had gripped both teams began to ease. Laughter returned to the lodge, mingling with stories of your time spent together, and reflections on what you had learned about yourselves and each other during your unexpected ordeal.

Near the fireplace, where the fire now burned brightly against the fading light of day, you and Jeno found a moment to yourselves. The weight of your shared experience hung between you, unspoken but understood.

As day four unfolded inside the lodge, the sense of hope grew palpable, as sporadic updates through the crackling radio hinted at the approaching rescue. Both teams gathered around the hearth, where the fire crackled with renewed vigor against the backdrop of the dimming daylight outside. The warmth from the flames not only thawed the chill in the room but also kindled a newfound camaraderie among the once-rival teams.

You three found yourselves drawn together near the fireplace, one last time. Your expressions reflecting a mix of relief and quiet contemplation. The tension that had hung heavy in the air for days began to dissipate, replaced by a shared understanding that you were nearing the end.

"It's almost over," Jeno murmured, his voice carrying a weight of gratitude as he looked around at his companions.

Mark nodded, his usual stoic demeanor softening slightly with a smile. "We've come through. Together."

Your gaze flickered between them, your smile reflecting the relief and friendship that had blossomed amidst the challenges you had faced. "We made it," you affirmed, your voice steady with resilience.

In that moment, Jeno couldn't help but admire your unwavering strength and the way you had kept the teams’ spirits up during the darkest hours of their confinement. Your shared experiences had forged a bond that transcended the rivalry they had known on the ice, revealing deeper layers of respect and admiration.

As night descended and the fire crackled warmly, casting dancing shadows across the worn faces of the group, they gathered one last time near the hearth. The flickering light seemed to echo their shared relief and anticipation for the coming rescue. Tomorrow promised an end to your isolation and a return to your normal lives, but for now, you lingered in the quiet companionship that had grown among you—a testament to their resilience and newfound unity.

Tomorrow would bring your rescue, but tonight, as you stood together by the fire, Jeno felt a sense of gratitude for the unexpected bonds that had formed and a silent hope that this newfound connection with you would endure beyond your shared predicament.

As the morning sun finally began to peek through the dissipating storm clouds, the atmosphere inside the lodge buzzed with a mix of relief and anticipation. Rescuers had arrived overnight, their vehicles parked outside ready to transport the weary group of players and cheerleaders back to civilization.

You and Jeno found yourselves among the bustling activity of packing bags and saying hurried goodbyes. The sense of companionship that had developed over the past days was palpable, yet there was an underlying tension as you prepared to leave behind the lodge that had become both a sanctuary and prison.

Near the buses, amid the flurry of activity, Jeno caught your eye. He motioned for you to join him aside, away from the others. With a mixture of nerves and determination, he took a deep breath before speaking.

“Y/N, can I talk to you for a moment?” Jeno’s voice was earnest, his eyes searching yours for a reaction.

You nodded, a flicker of concern crossing your face as you followed him to a quieter spot. “What is it, Jeno?”

He hesitated for a moment, gathering his thoughts. “I… I know this might not be the best time, but these past few days have made me realize something important.” Jeno’s voice was steady, his gaze unwavering despite the whirlwind of emotions inside him.

Your brows furrowed slightly, sensing the weight of his words. “What are you trying to say?”

Taking a step closer, Jeno reached out to gently hold your hands in his. “Y/N, I’ve admired you for a long time. Your strength, your kindness… everything about you. And being here with you, through all of this, I’ve come to realize that my feelings for you go beyond just rivalry.”

Conflicting emotions played across your face. The loyalty to your team, the uncertainty of what lay ahead, and yet, you couldn’t deny the warmth in Jeno’s eyes or the sincerity in his words.

“But… our teams,” you began softly, torn between the bond you had forged and the rivalry that defined your lives.

Jeno nodded, his thumb gently caressing your hand. “I know it won’t be easy, Y/N. But I promise you, I’ll do whatever it takes to make it work. Because you mean more to me than just our teams.”

A moment of silence hung between you, the sounds of departure fading into the background. And then, with a mix of resolve and vulnerability, you leaned forward, closing the distance between you. Your lips met in a tender kiss, a silent promise of what could be despite the challenges ahead.

As you pulled back, your eyes met, each filled with a mixture of hope and uncertainty. Around them, the world seemed to pause for that brief moment, encapsulating the journey you had shared and the new path you were embarking on together.

With a final squeeze of hands, you turned to join your respective teams, ready to leave the lodge behind and face the future—one where your rivalry would no longer define you, but rather, the bond you had discovered amidst the storm.

And as the buses pulled away from the lodge, carrying them back to their lives beyond the snow-covered wilderness, you and Jeno shared a glance, knowing that whatever lay ahead, you would face it together.

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[archivedjuice]

actually following a conversation i'm currently having and my newfound perspective on tv shows based on the sheer amount of thinking im doing about one specific tv show with a non-omniscient point of view (meaning: claims omniscience in its portrayal but said omniscience neglects to account for the structures (ex. the patriarchy, racism, etc.) within which it creates its story and how the story itself emulates said structures in its own, narrative way) i've found that another issue i have with marvel's daredevil but didn't know i had until this very moment is that its narrative in and of itself has an air of internalised ableism. matt's story is portrayed through ableism rather than what it should be doing which is simply portraying ableism within matt's world. i don't remember enough about the show to go in depth on every example but i was looking through my old gifs earlier and something that stood out to me was just the sheer disbelief that's held within the way matt's story is portrayed in regards to the shock factor that is: you're watching a blind man be a superhero! and the worst part is that this kind of ableism is what volumes six through eight are now based within. even stan lee's daredevil didn't have this deep seated, unacknowledged ableism that inherently initialised matt murdock. like past the 60s shock factor prejudices, even his daredevil portrayed matt as simply a strong individual that faced ableism and infantalisation rather than it being embedded into the actual narrative. it's kind of crazy to think about but there's a difference between karen saying wack shit about matt's blindness while matt uses it to his advantage and has the coolest, most futuristic aids versus the literal, multi-approved artist drawing an outdated cane for issues at a time while you're looking onward from above within the narrative on matt's blindness

[patrickdiomedes]

Rating Marvel's Disco Dazzler variant covers, as someone who knows practically nothing about disco or fashion.

Because why the hell not?

Amazing Spider-Man #55 and #56, covers by Luciano Vecchio. I have no strong feelings one way or the other on MJ's outfit on issue 56, but disco ball spider man? Hell yeah. I don't even mind the round spider symbol belt buckle here, and I usually prefer the symbol to be less round, and more like an actual spider.

The Avengers #17, cover by J. Scott Campbell.

I would like this a lot more if anyone other than J Scott Campbell drew it. God I fucking hate his art style so much. Still, Storm looks great, Thor looks like a member of the BeeGees (and I mean that in a good way) and Tony wearing an outfit OVER his iron man suit? A+

Avengers Assemble #1, cover by Anand Ramcheron. Perfect, no notes, 10/10.

Captain America #12, cover by Elizabeth Torque. I feel like the shield should be sparklier, but I dig the outfit.

Daredevil #12, cover by Scott Godlewski. Oh my god I didn't notice until just now that Matt has the Daredevil logo shaved into his chest hair, that's fucking perfect.

Deadpool #5, cover by Annie Wu. The fact that the red portions of the suit aren't sequinned is disappointing. Come on Wade, commit to the bit!

Doctor Strange #18, cover by Marguerite Sauvage. Oh, this one is fucking phenomenal. The colors, the patterns, the oversized collar and Eye of Agamotto on Steven? All absolutely perfect.

Fantastic Four #23, cover by Ben Su. Incredible Hulk #15, Cover by Todd Nauck. Miles Morales: Spider Man #23, cover by Karen Darboe. Don't really have anything to say about these, they're fun. Though Hulk should have chest hair.

Incredible Hulk #16, cover by Edwin Galmon. Ms. Walters, please crush me with your sequinned thighs.

Immortal Thor #14, cover by Lee Garbett. I actually bought this one, because hell yeah disco ball Mjolnir. Also because Immortal Thor is incredible. Al Ewing don't miss, y'all.

Scarlet Witch #3, cover by Jessica Fong. This one is absolutely stunning. The disco balls for her magical aura around her hands? The pattern on her clothes? The fucking stars? 100/10.

Uncanny X-Men #1, cover byPablo Villalobos. Dig the outfit, but I think the Soul Sword should've been disco ball-ified.

Venom #36, cover by Rickie Yagawa. Looks good, but I feel like they should've gone farther with the theme. Come on, give him some wide lapels!

Vengeance of the Moon Knight #8, cover by Giuseppe Camuncoli. Absolutely fucking perfect. The Mr. Knight look needed very little work to disco-ify it, and god it looks cool.

Werewolf by Night: Red Band #1, cover by Jeremy Wilson. X-Men #2, cover by Olivier Vatine. These two are pretty cool, but I dont' really have anything substantial to say about them.

X-Force #2, cover by Phil Noto. I am always a slut for Phil Noto, and I love how dynamic this cover looks.

X-Factor #1, cover by David Lopez. This one's alright, but honestly I can't help but think how cool Warren could look in a disco version of his Archangel form.

[thedevotionaltour]

Daredevil #20 - "The Verdict Is: Death!" (1966)

Written by Stan Lee Art by Gene Colan (pencils), Mickey Demeo (inks)

[suzukiblu]

hello, you like superheroes and I have a superhero-related question so I was hoping you might be able to help. though it is not specifically about your specific favorite heroes.

I'm trying to design a supersuit, and I'd like for the mask to like. go all the way around the back of the head instead of just being in front. partly because more realistic staying in place, partly for other reasons.

but I'm having trouble thinking of supers with that kinda shape to look at for inspiration to not have it look the wrong kind of goofy (supersuits are always gonna look a bit silly. but there's still some kind of balance possible)

I know the flash and the batman have cowls, and I think their main goofiness counter might be the shapes?? flash has his lil lightning bolt antennae, and batman has pointy ears. whereas I try to picture just a smooth topped mask and my brain goes haha that's silly

and I cannot think of any supers at all right now who have a mask which covers the top of their head but isn't attached to the shirt part of their supersuits

except maybe Jay Flash, though his might just be a helmet?? I don’t remember. It definitely needs to cover most (but not all!) of the face as well.

Anyway. so the question is. Do you have any thoughts on supers to look up as idea references?

Jay Garrick just has a helmet iirc, yeah. There are actually some pretty cool alternate mask designs out there I know of that don't require spirit gum, though, so off the top of my head:

the Netflix version of Daredevil started out with an opaque over-the-eyes/over-the-hair cloth mask that tied behind his head

I usually see Connor Hawke's version of Green Arrow done with a TMNT-style eye mask tied around the back of his head and an accompanying hood to go with it

Arrowette/Cissie King-Jones' design from Young Justice 98 had a ridged mask that went over the upper half of her face and the top of her head, leaving her hair loose behind/underneath, including a variant with a hood

Empress/Anita Fite wore a full face mask with some cool shapes in it and a big curly ponytail out the back

Wonder Girl/Cassie Sandsmark originally wore goggles

Spoiler/Stephanie Brown originally wore a full-cover stocking mask with very large lenses and a hood over it and I believe currently wears a mask over her mouth and a hood

Speedy/Mia Dearden has worn a mask that ties around the back of the head with a hood

Batgirl/Cassandra Cain originally wore a full face mask that covered her whole face and all her hair

I frequently see Ravager/Rose Wilson wearing an eye mask that covers the top of her head and ties in the back

at least one of Barbara Gordon's more recent Batgirl designs has a combination eye mask/helmet, or at least something akin to one

Red Hood/Jason Todd has worn both a full helmet and a muzzle with an eye mask and a hood, though I thiiiiink the eye mask was a domino

Star-Lord/Peter Quill wears a helmet that wraps around the back of his head

Chamber/Jono Starsmore wears a mask made of leather straps wrapped and layered around the bottom half of his "face"

Jubilee/Jubilation Lee wears an opaque visor

Cyclops/Scott Summers wears an opaque visor

the Winter Soldier/Bucky Barnes wears a strapped-on muzzle and also grease paint around his eyes in at least one movie

Annnnnd I'mma stop there before I take over anyone's dash, haha. Some of these are older designs, but hopefully a helpful starting point or two is somewhere in there!

[5-7-9]

Ohohohhohohohoohohohohhh i found the Lee Bermejo interviews 😈 These are all the articles I found, if I missed any then let me know and I’ll edit them in. I tried putting them in order of the dates.

Warning! Some of the interviewers explicitly calls WAR a “gang,” which Bermejo does not correct but he notably still uses the word “movement.” Also some of these websites has weird ads.

If you're anything like me who likes hearing about the author/writer's intentions, then read at your own leisure.

And his professional blog, in case you want to hear more from his work.

[roses-r-rosie3]

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