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STRCNGMINDS --> STRONGSCRIBED

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breathed❝ the sweater… do you have anything under? ❞ (Matt Murdock/Daredevil to Jessica Jones)

@dcmarvelverse || matt x jessica || accepting!

Jessica glanced down at her clothes, and then back up to Matt with a wry grin. Despite the blind and the generally considered good looks, she suspected there was more under the thin smile that guarded his OH SO TORTURED SOUL. ( someone, please gag me. ) Sure, they both had abilities, and they both didn’t like dickheads coming in and messing it all up, but the fact that he thought– she couldn’t let it slide. “Are you trying to play your cute, wounded puppy routine on me, Murdock? Can’t you just use your echolocation to figure out what’s going on under my sweater?”

Matt half smiled and half smirked. “I can hear your heartbeat and how your breathing is,” he said, not pulling any punches on her. “Just because of my abilities doesn’t mean that I don’t have a moral code. Besides that would be cheating.”

He pulled off his shirt, without a second thought. Revealing all of the scars on his body. “I know this place isn’t your office but considering the hell that we’ve been through getting you out of jail. It’s best you stay under my watch.” He knew it was a weak excuse at best. The case was a different sort of situation than he was used to dealing with, yet, considering the rise of superheroes and prominence of acts against them.

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breathed

❝ there’s just something so extremely irresistible about a uniform… ❞ (Archie to Cheryl - talking about her cheerleading uniform)

@dcmarvelverse || cheryl x archie || accepting!

Cheryl rose from where she had been mid-routine to see the spectator from the doorway. Archie brought her eyebrow quirking and her hand settling on a popped hip. She couldn’t resist praise, though. Her vanity left her weak– especially when it came from him. She strode closer, hips swaying with enough suggestion to put any pubescent teenage boy in his place. “Irresistible?” she echoed back softly, brushing long auburn hair over her shoulder. “Glad you finally NOTICED, but I’d be a little disappointed if you only appreciated the uniform. I mean, any girl can put on a Vixen’s clothes– not all of the PULL it off.”

There was no denying that she was the Queen Bitch cheerleader, when it came down to it. He had heard stories from Veronica and Betty both. Still, there was a fraction of hesitation involved in his actions, when it came down to being remotely near her. Her family had seemingly idolized him for what he was capable of doing but he felt....out of place there at times.

There was no denying that Cheryl was beautiful. During games, he had watched her across the field. Even took the time to catch a view of her from a far every now and again. Lately, though something had clicked in his head. He hadn’t expected Cheryl to be by herself training in the gym. Especially since late at night. Yet, here they were.

“Not everyone is you, Cheryl,” he said, still keeping a bit of distance between them. “Not even close....” He closed his eyes for a moment. Then refocused on her. “Why are you still here? I don’t see any of squad?”