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being a reader vs being a writer is insane.

like as a writer, i always want to apologize for not being in the mood to write whatsoever and hope no one hates me or is mad at me for not being a well-oiled story machine.

yet as a reader, if a writer tells me they're sorry and not in the mood to write, i'm like 'dude i love you, i'll re-read the same chapters you've posted in the meantime, and you can take five years to update because that will just give me something to live for in 2029'

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picnic

This is instalment n. 5 of @creativepromptsforwriting May Writing Challenge mixed with May Prompts.

I chose Matt Murdock x Reader because of Born Again and... He's a menace and I couldn't resist. Please remember that English is my second language and know that nobody else proofread this (like the youths say on AO3 "no beta we die like men").

If you read this, thank you! <3

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It’s a good day.

The sun is shining, but the weather isn't too hot. You’re wearing comfortable clothes, but they also make you feel good. You’ve been planning this occasion for weeks now, and the anticipation is gnawing the borders of your mind. To soothe yourself — and avoid looking at your phone for the fifth time in the last ten minutes — you make an inventory of the things you brought and arranged in one of the park’s picnic tables.

Everything is as good as it’s going to get, so you take a deep breath…

And wait.

Wait, wait and wait.

You made sure he knew the spot you chose — multiple times in the last few days, by the way — but there’s no sign of him. You’ve sent messages in the morning too, and after you’ve arrived, but the last ones are still on “to be read” — or heard, in his case.

It’s been an hour, give or take a few minutes. You realize he’s not going to show up. You steel yourself and put your silenced phone away, before gathering the rest of your things. As soon as you can, you leave.

(and don’t see the calls you just received)

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girl something good has to happen at some point

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girl something good has to happen at some point

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lake house

This is instalment n. 4 of @creativepromptsforwriting May Writing Challenge mixed with May Prompts.

I chose Matt Murdock x Reader because of Born Again and... He's a menace and I couldn't resist. Please remember that English is my second language and know that nobody else proofread this (like the youths say on AO3 "no beta we die like men").

If you read this, thank you! <3

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Outside, the sunset colors the sky through the mist starting to settle over the placid water. Inside, you are under a thick blanket by a fireplace, with a book and a hot beverage. At first, you didn’t want to come… Now, you give yourself a reminder to thank your friends for escaping the chaos of Hell’s Kitchen for a few days.

But there’s something missing… Someone, to be honest.

Your heart skips a beat before it starts racing with the longing you know so well. You shouldn’t reach him… But you already lost that battle — another one.

You pick up your phone and start recording a message for him, telling he would like this place. He responds soon after, saying he wishes he could go… You understand and say as much. So, you record another one: you tell him about the smell of the nearby forest and damp dark soil, the sound of wind against the windows and the symphony of birds and critters, the comfort of the blanket and fireplace.

You say nothing about colors and forms…

And the taste you miss is one you don’t know yet.

(the sweet and tangy of strawberries with something that’s only him)

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golden hour

This is instalment n. 3 of @creativepromptsforwriting May Writing Challenge mixed with May Prompts.

I chose Matt Murdock x Reader because of Born Again and... He's a menace and I couldn't resist. Please remember that English is my second language and know that nobody else proofread this (like the youths say on AO3 "no beta we die like men").

If you read this, thank you! <3

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The first hour after traumatic injuries is crucial.

The second you finish his call, your instincts take over. It doesn’t matter the unholy time, you start pulling strings, knowing whatever happened to him must be kept secret. Afterwards, you give him specifics on where to go and who to talk to… And state you’re going to be there. He protests. You declare he doesn’t have a choice.

As promised, you get there before him, but the only thing you get to say before he loses his senses to the anesthesia is that you’re going to be by his side when he wakes up.

You lose track of time… You only realize it’s morning when gold and red win over the night’s black. You look at him, still sleeping despite the light, and doubt if he’s real or not. Without thought, you reach for one of his wrists to feel his pulse. It’s weak, but stable. You sigh, relieved.

He finally wakes up… And the way he murmurs your name will haunt you forever. In another impulse, the fingers of your other hand run through his hair… And your heart rattles in its cage when he finally leans in your touch.

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adventure

This is instalment n. 2 of @creativepromptsforwriting May Writing Challenge mixed with May Prompts.

I chose Matt Murdock x Reader because of Born Again and... He's a menace and I couldn't resist. Please remember that English is my second language and know that nobody else proofread this (like the youths say on AO3 "no beta we die like men").

If you read this, thank you! <3

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In the darkness of a late night, Hell’s Kitchen sounds particularly quiet. It should be an omen… But you know who is responsible for this miracle.

You suppress the smile born from that thought, breathing with care to move yourself as little as possible. You keep your hands steady, even as they almost dance while stitching the last of his wounds. As usual, you don’t flinch with the poured blood and torn tissues… It’s almost adrenaline inducing really, like an adventure you know you shouldn't have or crave.

He said it once upon a time. Today he tries to do the same only by the way he holds himself away from your touch, tentative and attentive. His head is barely angled towards the floor, one side of his face towards you, listening.

You don’t know if you like it or not that he can hear your heart.

(racing, almost breaking your ribs, longing)

When you finish, you gently set the instruments on the table before reaching for one of his wrists to feel and count his pulse.

You’re almost impulsive… But you hold yourself away from him, denying yourself what you want the most.

(his lips are still deep red)

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strawberries

This is instalment n. 1 of @creativepromptsforwriting May Writing Challenge mixed with May Prompts.

I chose Matt Murdock x Reader because of Born Again and... He's a menace and I couldn't resist. Please remember that English is my second language and know that nobody else proofread this (like the youths say on AO3 "no beta we die like men").

If you read this, thank you! <3

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You pick one of the strawberries without much thought, motions conditioned by the action repeated in the last few minutes. They’re almost too ripe, deep red… Much like the sinful lips you try to avoid looking at, but that’s a battle you never win.

The slow and shaky breath you take is followed by a bite more forceful than you intended. You have to use your tongue to take care of the juices that threaten to stain your clothes. You barely succeed. Even though he can’t see, you feel his attention on you now, the question written in the subtle and beautiful lines of his expression.

You don’t move as your mind races, as the cold ceramic in your hands does nothing to help you from the heat around you, inside you. You keep quiet too, just concentrating on the flavour coating every little part of your mouth.

You have a question of your own.

Would his lips taste the same?

You don’t know the answer, but goddamn, wouldn’t you like to find out.

(it’s indeed sweet, tangy and everything in between, but it’s also the metallic note you took from yourself…

The same others try to take from him)

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Who turned off their PC without posting the ALREADY WRITTEN challenge on thE FIRST DAY?

Bloody hell, what a start.

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Matt Murdock in the black suit:

Me: FLATLINING 😵‍💫

Matt Murdock in the black suit unmasked:

Me: DEAD 😵

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May Writing Challenge

This May I want to get back into writing. I’m not at all consistent. I’m at a point where I don’t feel like I can work on bigger things, because I can’t guarantee myself to keep working on it in a week from now. So I will take this month as a training month to get back into the habit of writing. I will do this by writing (or trying to write) 200 words every day. Topic is irrelevant. How great my writing is that day is irrelevant. Just 200 words written down. A habit taking 21 days to form was debunked, it does take a lot longer, but 31 days are a start I would say. These are already 140 words, so 200 words every day are hopefully manageable. You're more than welcome to join me if you like 😊

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May Prompts 🌺

Word prompts to use for doodling or writing

strawberries

adventure

golden hour

lake house

picnic

mayflower

nostalgia

homecoming

juice box

farmer’s market

morning light

birdsong

drive-in theater

island

photographs

riptide

coffee-to-go

tree house

instrument

cerulean

porch

animal shelter

lemonade

potted plant

spirit

milkshake

orchids

field

petrichor

sketching

memory lane

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The Boyfriend Experience - Part 2 / 2

7k words of Rooster being your super wonderful, pretend plus one! A few swears, but it’s the Navy, goddammit! The fluffiness should make up for it. 

The Boyfriend Experience 1 / 2

“Thank God you didn’t catch the bouquet,” Rooster rolled his eyes as you wandered back, bored. “Could you look any less interested?” he bit back a smile.

“I could, yes,“ you told him, patting his cheek with a gentle thwack as he chuckled.

”Well, you made sure I didn’t have a run there to fake propose in front of all these witnesses. Left my fake engagement ring in my dresser drawer back at base,” he snapped his fingers. "Fuck.”

Continuar lendo

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The Boyfriend Experience - Part 1 / 2

5.6k words of Rooster being your super pretend boyfriend! A few swears, but it’s the Navy, goddammit! The fluffiness should make up for it. 

“I don’t see why you just don’t take Rooster,” Natasha muttered, nodding in his direction next to Payback at the bar, both animated, arms describing manoeuvres like excited little boys. “You guys are friends, he likes food, he obviously likes beer. Probably likes ‘em if they’re free too,” she shrugged as if it was the simplest thing going around.

“Why would Rooster be remotely bothered to be my plus one to a wedding where he doesn’t know anyone?”

“You’d be there, you said your sister and her husband are going too. There are three people he knows,” she said simply. “He’s single and an easy lay. Could be the perfect twofer for you.”

Continuar lendo

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How tf do some of yall be bustin out fanfic everydayyy?? like bitch i've been working on this one-shot since last december tf and my shit aint even that good

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Miles Teller as Lt. Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw in

TOP GUN: MAVERICK (2022)

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Okay okay not my sluttiest work but I got one. First time having sex with hangman he’s absolutely determined to make you cum twice before he fucks you saying shit like “gotta get this tight little pussy ready to take all of me” and your getting two orgasms out of it so your not going to complain but you don’t really believe him until he’s finally hovering over you, covering your body completely and slowly easing his way inside. Even so well prepared you feel almost unbearably full like you can’t fit anymore and you let out a broken whimper only for Jake to soothe a hand over your hair and kiss your forehead “I know baby you’re taking my cock so well. Do you think you can take the rest?”

Just think, while he’s literally breaking you in half while you take him for the first time, his dog tags are dangling over you. He’s sweaty, the sweat dripping is sexy as fuck. And you are taking him as much as you can until he pulls your legs over his shoulders.

Now, he’s so fucking deep that all you can do is moan hoarsely. Like so deep that you don’t have enough air to speak. And he’s still sliding into your cunt until you feel his balls right outside your core.

“I’m in, baby,” Jake grunts and all you can do is nod. “My cock already got you dumb?”

Then he starts to move and all you can babble is yes, yes, fuck yes, fuck me Jake. And Hangman doesn’t disappoint.

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