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wolfjackle-creates · 5 months

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Bring Me Home Arc 2 Part 20: FINAL

So guess what I realized this morning. Today, November 13, 2023 is the one year anniversary of me posting my first DPxDC fic to tumblr. It was the original fill for this very fic. (Which you can find here.)

So I decided I just had to finish this arc and get it posted. This year has been amazing and so much fun. I've become a much better writer and joined a community that has brought me so much joy. I'm glad to be here and I'm glad so many of you like to read what I'm sharing.

I noticed I got a few new readers over the past week or so, so welcome to all of you! Hope you enjoy this early update!

In personal news, my nephew was born and he's adorable and I'll be meeting him tomorrow! (As soon as I'm done posting this, I'm off to make food for his mom.)

Story Summary: Tim and Danny are both neglected by parents who care more about their work than their families. They deal with this by spending too much time online and find each other playing MMORPGs. They keep up their friendship as Tim becomes Robin and Danny becomes Phantom and don't bother keeping secrets from each other.

Arc 1

Arc 2: Part 1, Previous

Word Count: 1.2k

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In the end, it ended up taking several hours for Danny, Sam, and Tucker to escape their families and converge on the park. In that time, Tim had called Bruce to let him know he’d be back in Gotham by tomorrow and finished most of his homework.

While he worked, Wulf and Bart were having an animated conversation in Esperanto.

Tim was pretty sure Wulf would be bringing Bart to the Ghost Zone for a tour sometime and started making plans to learn Esperanto himself and bribe Bart to get in on them.

Cassie was helping Conner sort through some of the music Sam had given him. Tim was jealous as he solved more banal trig questions. Why did school have to be so boring? He tapped his pencil on the paper in time to the beat of whatever music Conner had playing.

Tucker was the first to arrive. “Danny and Sam not here yet?” he asked as he plopped down next to Bart and Wulf.

“Nope. Haven’t heard from them, either,” said Tim. He opened his phone notifications again just to be sure, but there was nothing new.

Tucker shrugged and pulled out a stick of jerkey to munch on. “Not surprising. The Fentons will be all overprotective after the mayor was kidnapped by a ghost on live TV. And Sam’s parents are just as bad. Only they smother rather than check the weaponry.” He turned to greet Wulf in Esperanto.

An email came through on Tim’s phone and he groaned. “Our evening interview was canceled. No one wants to hear us try to defend Phantom anymore.”

Cassie cursed. “Course not. Bet the paper won’t publish our editorials either.”

Conner looked over, confused. “Won’t they? Clark works for the Daily Planet. They publish stuff like that all the time.”

Tim didn’t look up from his math as he answered, “That’s the difference between a big, Pulitzer winning publication and a small-town op-ed.”

Tucker sighed. “Well maybe someone will remember your interviews from this morning in a positive light.”

Bart rolled his eyes. “Come on, we can’t change it. So let’s move forward. Next step, make friends with more ghosts! Wulf says there’s a bunch of cool people in the Realms.”

“Realms?” asked Tim.

“It’s what he says the Ghost Zone is actually called. The Infinite Realms.”

“Huh. I’ll have to check JL databases, see if they have any information on them.”

Tucker asked something in Esperanto and Bart burst out laughing as Wulf looked on in confusion.

With Bart’s help, though, he rephrased until Wulf was able to reply. And then the three kept to Esperanto. Tim really had to find time to learn it.

Sam was the next to arrive. She grinned and sat down next to Conner. “How you liking the music?”

Conner grinned and showed her the sheets where he ranked the bands so far based on which songs he’d listened to. She then took over the speakers and searched for specific tracks to try and change his mind about some of the bands he liked the least.

Tim let his eyes close as his friends’ voices washed over him.

After some indeterminate time where he dozed between sleeping and awareness, a foot nudged his hip. Tim grumbled out what was supposed to be a, “What?” but was too mumbled to really be understood.

“Come on, Secrets. You can do better than that.”

Tim cracked an eye open to see Danny grinning down at him. He pushed himself up slightly and blinked heavily in the sunlight.

“Finally got away from your parents?” asked Tim.

Danny collapsed on the ground next to him. “Ugh, don’t remind me. They’re freaking out over everything that’s happened the last few days. Jazz and I are basically going to be on lock down until they feel confident the ghosts are gone.”

“Did you have to sneak out to get here?” asked Cassie.

Danny shook his head. “No, I told them I was going to find you guys to make sure you were all safe. You’re welcome to come back to ours tonight, by the way. Mom and Dad basically insisted on it.”

“What do you guys think?” asked Tim. “Spend one more night here at Danny’s and head out in the morning?”

Cassie sighed. “My mom’s already freaking out that I’ve been gone longer than planned. I should get back tonight.”

“I’ll stay,” offered Conner. “I’m your ride home, anyway.”

“Why don’t you come to my place, Conner,” offered Sam. “Your nails need a fresh coat after fighting today. And I need teach you about the different brands of makeup and what to look for in terms of cost, quality, and ethicality. Plus I can get you more music.”

Tim laughed when Conner looked to him. “Go for it. Have fun.”

Conner grinned. “Then yeah, let’s do it!”

Bart shrugged. “Wulf is going to go back to the Realms soon. I’ll head out after. Wally and Linda want me over for a family dinner tonight.”

“Well, looks like that’s it, then,” sighed Danny. “Been fun having other heroes around.”

Tim nudged his shoulder. “Join the Young Justice. You could join us and we'd help out whenever you wanted. Get you around people who actually appreciate what you do for them.”

But Danny was already shaking his head. “I have to stay here. And now Amity trusts heroes even less. I want to improve that, not make it worse.”

“Even if you don’t join,” declared Conner. “You’re not getting rid of us now.”

Bart nodded his agreement. “Yep. We’re gonna be stopping by all the time. You’re in the group chat.”

“Exactly,” agreed Tim. “And we’ll figure out ways to help you. Starting with how to minimize property damage. That seems to be the big thing people focus on. You can make shields, right? How big can you make them and how much power do they take?”

Danny smiled wryly. “Can’t say I’ve really tested it.”

Tim laughed. “Well, I know one thing we’re doing tonight. We’re going to go back to Nasty Burger—” Tim looked around at the whole group “—all of us. Then Cassie and Bart are going to go home. Danny and I, at least, are going to take a nap. Then we’re gonna test the current limits to Danny’s powers.”

Danny bumped their shoulders together. “You know, this is just like gaming with you all those years.”

“Yeah, well, it’s best to be thorough.”

“We’ve measured, like, his top speed and stuff,” said Tucker, pulling out a PDA. “Want to see what we’ve got so far?”

“Absolutely.” Tim took the device and looked through it. “You’ve a decent amount of information here. Maybe instead of taking a nap, I’ll help you organize it and come up with a testing plan.”

Conner flew over to him and pulled the PDA out of his hand. “Not after pulling an all-nighter you won’t. We’re going to get some food, then the two of you are going to sleep for at least four hours.”

“I’ll set Jazz on you, too,” threatened Sam. “Don’t think I won’t.”

Tim pouted as the device was given back to Tucker. And grumbled more when Conner picked him up and threw him over his shoulder.

“Come on, food time.”

“I am going to put kryptonite in your phone,” threatened Tim.

“Bingo!” shouted Cassie.

Danny laughed as he stood. “Does this mean I can join the next round?”

Tim scowled. “Traitors, all of you.”

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And that's the end of this Arc! Arc 3 will pick up where the original fill did. (Only this time, Tim won't be the only DC character there to help Danny.)

I'd say something like I can't believe it's only been a year, but so much has happened to me in the last twelve months that it feels like a lifetime ago, to be honest. But it's been a good year and I'm glad this community has been part of it.

Please follow the subscription post if you want updates for when I start transferring this arc to AO3 or begin posting Arc 3.

#dpxdc #bring me home #my writing #i cant believe i've finally got to the end #i've really enjoyed writing this arc #even if parts of it were challenging #its been a fantastic journey #it's been a year #how wild #12 months #365 days #and i'm thrilled #thank you for following me on this journey #you've all made it completely worth it

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maxsix · 4 months

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#so hey this is my new personality #seonghwa #park seonghwa #ateez #the writing on his neck is my new personality #the obnoxious fur coat is my new personality #the ridiculous grillz are not my personality but i will allow it #bc he just provides and feeds his children 365 days per year #give him a Nobel Prize #i may never recover #no i will never recover from this #i know it #in Seonghwa we trust

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jade-of-mourning · 2 months

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they both deserve to lose their shit just a little bit -- which may not be the most effectively conveyed here, but my sentiment is there (i swear)

#lychee's trash art #lok #tlok #bolin lok #mako lok #i like bolin but i hate his hair (for drawing purposes). cannot figure out how it would work at all #i meant to make bolin feral or something but he just looks kinda normal #as for mako i once read that he cries precisely once a year like clockwork #and that's both hilarious and sad therefore it's true #this is one of those rare chronicled events (across the span of ten years)#witness carefully for you will not see it for another 365 days;;;#(the trauma is processing. it takes a while okay there's a lot of content)#spontaneously shitting out art. adamantly ignoring my writing wips. it's 3:50am as i write this.

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fandom-monium · 6 months

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I don't want kids but

He wants a daughter, I'll give him a daughter 🗣😈🤰🏽

#atsv miguel #miguel o'hara #miguel spiderverse #miguel spiderman #miguel x reader #across the spiderverse #atsv #spiderman 2099 #into the spider verse #excuse my inactivity uni is stressful and ive barely time to write or draw for fun 😔#marvel #spiderverse #spiderman #doodle #class doodles i did bc i cant focus and hes all i think ab now #24/7 #365 days a year

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corvase · 1 year

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student crush scenarios/prompts

i really love things along these lines and these aren’t really meant to all be positive, but i simply wanted to capture all of how it feels to have a crush while schooling (whether it be high school or college) :) feel free to use !

getting to talk to someone you never really noticed before and having fun speaking with them

the moment when you’re spacing out and you catch someone’s eyes and they say “what?” and you start smiling at how ridiculous it is and reply “you were staring at me.”

the moment when your friend tells you someone may like you and so stupidly, you begin to think about them a little differently

the moment someone you never noticed before— for some reason— stands out. suddenly you’re walking down the halls and your eyes are subconsciously looking for them

light flirting— “what was the answer to question seven?” “oh, it was d.” “GOD you’re an angel thank you so much.” “i’m an angel?”

are they flirting with me? or did their hand just happen to brush mine?

teasing. TEASING. and i’m not talking about straight up bullying that people boil down to having a crush, but the fun teasing where you’ll see them in the hallway and they bring up an inside joke from the last class you shared, or you do that little dance where you try to pass each other but keep moving the same way and let out a laugh

other teasing: perhaps if there’s a height difference & they called you pocketsized, or if they notice you wear certain things certain ways and point it out

trying not to laugh at a joke they made because it really wasn’t funny, but the way they want you to laugh makes you smile

hearing them say something that wasn’t funny but laughing because it was stupid

nurse’s office moments. getting sick & going to the nurses office and seeing that one person and going oh… what are you doing here?

#let’s pretend i made this just now and haven’t had it as a draft for 365 business days ok ?!#student crush prompts #student prompts #high school prompts #aus #writeblr #writing #writing tips #writing advice #writing romance #writing prompts #romance prompts #dialogue prompts #romance writing prompts #imagine your otp

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cyvmints · 2 months

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2. “I could never not love you.”

When Bruce comes home from work, Alfred greets him.

He immediately starts to worry.

Usually, Alfred is tailed by a pair of little footsteps happily skipping behind.

Today, Dick is nowhere to be seen.

Bruce frowns as he lets Alfred take his coat.

“Where’s the little one?”

Alfred shakes his head. “I have yet to see Master Dick this afternoon. I’m afraid I’ve been quite preoccupied with preparing for tomorrow’s gala that it slipped my mind. Last time I checked in on him was after lunch. He was in the library perusing for a new book to read I suppose.”

Bruce hums. “I’ll go see if he’s still there. Thanks, Alfred.” He then makes his way to the right wing of the manor where the library was located. It was odd. Dick was usually so eager to greet Bruce whenever he comes home; is always by the door with Alfred when he enters the home. To not have him greet Bruce made the man worry. There was something wrong.

He finds out as soon as he walks into the library and hears sniffles in between the bookshelves.

He quietly makes his way toward the sound and feels his heart break when he sees Dick seated on the floor by a bookshelf, his little arms wrapped around his knees and his head hung low, tears quickly dripping.

Bruce rushes to him and crouches. He feels his heart beating out of his chest with worry.

“Dick? What’s wrong?”

The child slowly looks up, tears streaking down his cheeks. When he sees Bruce, his lips tremble and he lets out a heart-breaking sob.

“M-M’sorry, Bruce—M’ so sorry,” the child stutters.

Bruce is quick to wrap his arms around the nine year old. Dick’s cries get louder as Bruce tightens his embrace.

Bruce lets him cry. He whispers comforting words but Dick continues to cry.

It takes nearly 10 minutes before Dick finally calms down. When he does, Bruce gently pulls away just enough to look Dick in the eyes. He brings out his handkerchief from his pocket and wipes the tears on Dick’s cheeks.

“Do you want to talk about it, chum?”

Dick sniffles and nods his head, although hesitantly.

“We don’t have to talk about it yet if you don’t want to,” Bruce adds as he places his hand on top of Dick’s hair.

“N-no. I have to tell you, Bruce.”

“What is it?”

“I—,” Dick hesitates again before he nods determinedly. “I broke a vase, Bruce.” Dick’s eyes start to water again. “I-I’m so sorry.”

At that, Bruce’s heart steadies. Relief floods his system. He smiles at the boy in front of him.

“Which vase did you break, chum?”

“The one near the classics bookshelf…”

Bruce shakes his head, still smiling.

“Is that why you were crying?”

Dick nods shyly and sniffs.

“Oh, chum,” Bruce chuckles. “Everything’s alright, yeah? I’m not mad that you broke a vase.”

Dick’s eyes snap up to look at him. “R-really?”

Bruce nods. “Really, really. But what made you cry so hard, bud? Is it just because the vase broke?”

Dick hesitates again. “I-…I was afraid you wouldn’t to adopt me anymore b-because I broke it. I didn’t mean to be a klutz, Bruce! I really didn’t see the vase before I bumped into it!”

“Hey,” Bruce takes hold of both of Dick’s hands and squeezes. “I wouldn’t not adopt you just because of something as silly as that, Dick. I could never not love you because of something so trivial.”

“R-really?” Dick’s eyes fill with hope, their spark slowly returning.

Bruce nods. “Really. The vase is nothing compared to how much I care for you, bud. that can’t be measured by monetary means.”

At that, Dick’s entire being brightens once again. He’s back to that joyful kid that Bruce has come to love and treasure.

“And to be honest, bud, that vase was always so ugly. So, thank you for getting rid of it.”

Dick laughs, loud and happy, and Bruce immediately feels his heart lighten.

#dc #batfam #bruce wayne #dick grayson #batfam fic #cyvmints #dc fic #bruce loves his kid so much #batman #writing exercise #cyvmints 365 days of writing

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caluski · 6 days

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today at the store i behaved like a child.... i bought a diary/journal and crayons.... lets attempt journaling again

#this one is 365 days long - one page per day - but no dates so i hope it will help me develop a habit #digital diary didnt work in the end bc i didnt use my laptop daily #and my phone doesnt feel private enough #so lets go back to pen and paper. did a big drawing of mercy on the first page bc i didnt have anything to write down #pogaduchy

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wolf-2099 · 8 months

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☆ A Reflection of Myself, in You ☆

Word Count: 1,644

Pairing: Wolf2099 (Wolf Spider x Miguel O'Hara)

Summary: Two very broken Spider-Men from two very different worlds find a sense of comfort in each other. And it makes both of them uneasy. But they yearn for it while desperately trying to push it away. Blah blah it's a wedding fic. Lots of dialogue.

"Miguel. Do you remember when you proposed to me?" "I do."

Wolf laughed. There was a hint of annoyance behind it.

The two men sat next to each other, legs hanging over the edge of a random building's rooftop. They didn't sit too close to each other, but not too far apart either. Just enough space between the two of them. Just how they liked it.

"You asked me to marry you before you asked me out on a date." Wolf scoffed.

"No, I said I wanted to marry you. I never asked you to do anything." Miguel glanced at Wolf out of the corner of his eye. His expression was serious. The impenetrable fortress that was Miguel O'Hara and his emotions stood tall, even during a topic like this.

"When you say you want to marry someone, it leads the other person to believe that, oh I don't know, you want it to be reciprocated."

"And I never once said that, did I?"

"You're impossible."

Miguel cracks a smile at that. Wolf notices and smiles in return.

"I'm being serious, Miguel." Wolf Spider continues.

"When did I say you weren't?"

Wolf growled. "It's like you're trying to piss me off."

"I'm not. You just get mad too easily."

Silence falls over them. The sounds of the city below them fills the air and mixes with the tension between the two. Cars honk, a few party-goers are shouting, and the air vibrates with pollution.

"Do you still want to marry me? Even now?" Wolf asks.

"I do." Miguel answers.

"Even though I get mad too easily?"

"Even despite that, I do."

"Why?" Wolf scoots a bit closer to Miguel, challenging him. Invading his space. Both physically and emotionally. "Why would you want to marry me?"

"You're broken and busted and messed up." Miguel sits still, letting Wolf invade.

"And?"

"That's it."

"And here I thought you'd fall for my devilish good looks and witty humor." Wolf laughed.

"Those actually annoy me more than anything." Miguel laughs in return.

More silence. More sounds of the city. The two of them have moved closer to each other, but not enough. There's still that distance. Surprisingly, it's Miguel that breaks the silence this time.

"You're a mess. You don't trust anybody easily. You have anger problems and then get even angrier because you lost your temper in the first place. You push people away and isolate yourself because you think that you aren't allowed to be near anyone because you're a monster."

Wolf Spider tries to laugh, but it falls flat before he can even let it out. "You describing me, or yourself here?"

Silence.

And then,

A realization.

"Oh," Wolf looks at Miguel. "You are describing yourself. That's the whole point, isn't it?"

"Pretty much, yeah." Miguel shrugs.

Wolf stares at him, body fully turned to face Miguel. Miguel, however, is still facing forward. Facing away from Wolf. Staring out into the city.

"Explain a few things for me, would ya, Miguel? You've a very particular man who does things in a particular way. So what's the truth behind the half-confession half-proposal. And why someone so similar to you? No offense, but neither of us quite like ourselves enough to want to marry someone exactly like us."

Miguel gives a quiet half chuckle at that.

"With how perceptive you can be, it sure did take you long enough to pick up on it," Miguel stares back at Wolf from the corner of his eyes. Still not turning his head to look at him. Still keeping his body forward. Still closed off. "It's because we hate ourselves so much that I want to marry you."

"You want someone who sees themself in you, to reject you. React with disgust at your confession. Is that it? How selfish," Wolf scoffs. "Using me for your own self-flagellation."

Wolf faces forward again. He lays his hands neatly over his lap as he looks up at the stars in the sky. Miguel tilts his head slightly to look at him. The give and take of one looking away and the other looking at them. The silent game of tug-of-war.

"You're wrong, Miguel. We are very different."

"You made me explain myself, so is it only fair that I ask you to explain what you mean by that?" Miguel leans back on his hands. One hand slides closer to Wolf Spider. Wanting to grab him, touch him, pull him towards himself. But it stops just a few inches shy.

"You want someone to be the man in the mirror. To look at you with the same amount of disgust and hatred that you see in yourself every morning. But you're wrong. That person won't be me. We're different enough that I don't see myself in you."

"How exactly are we different from each other then? Tell me your perspective on it, Wolf." Miguel stares at him. Watches. "Is it because we're two different worlds? Past and future? Animal and human?"

Wolf Spider shakes his head, "No. It's because while you want to marry me because of your own self-hatred," He grits his fangs, tightening his fists until his claws prick at the palm of his skin, "I want you to marry me because you see the good in me."

Miguel's eyes widen.

Silence.

"Back then, when you told me you wanted to marry me, do you remember what I said?"

Miguel nods, "Yeah. You laughed and said you'd give me a year. If I convinced you that I was worth it in that year, you'd marry me."

"I did. And I made my decision long ago. Would you like to know when I made my decision?"

"I would." Miguel's voice is quiet, gentle. As he sits next to this predator, he speaks so gently. Like he's afraid to scare him away.

"Two months after you said that to me. And I decided then and there that you had proven yourself to me."

It made Miguel uncomfortable, the way Wolf Spider stared out into the night. How he looked forward, and not at him.

"Do you still feel the same?" Miguel asks.

"I do." Wolf answers.

"I'm sorry-" Miguel tries to speak.

"Don't." Wolf interrupts him.

"Let me finish, Wolfie."

Wolf sighs as his shoulders relax. Miguel smiles. He knows that nickname can always tame the beast even in his worse moments.

"As I was saying, I'm sorry we never had this conversation sooner."

"And why is that?" Wolf turns his head slightly, watching Miguel now.

"Because, truthfully, I changed my mind a long time ago too," Miguel tenses up as he watches Wolf Spider turn his body to face him fully once more. He breathes in before continuing. "At a point, it stopped being that I wanted to marry you. And instead, I decided I wanted you to marry me."

"You wanted me to like you." Wolf stated, bluntly.

"Yeah."

"You stopped seeing me as a way to punish yourself."

"Yeah."

"Can you say something different next time?"

Miguel smiled. "For this one, or the next one?"

"Next one."

"Yeah."

Wolf smiled back. The two of them moved closer, fingers brushing against each other.

"Why?" Wolf frowned as he asked. As if he was afraid to know the answer. As if the words might burn. "What changed your mind?"

"Back when you told me about the touchstones you werewolves have. A person that is so important to you that they help you hold on to your humanity. Was I supposed to catch on? That..." Miguel hesitates. "Were you confessing that I was your touchstone?"

"Kinda?" Wolf laughs, rubbing the back of his head. "I mean, you… You are. You are the one person I feel like I can really connect with. For better or for worse. That.. Did that really make you change your mind?"

"It did, but it wasn't so much that I changed my mind and more that I realized I didn't want to let you down. Because I realized that by being your connection to humanity, that meant you saw something in me. And that I am something worth holding on to. It made me realize that you didn't see us as the same. I realized you would never hate me. Wolf, I wanted to marry you because I thought that you were the only person with as much self-hatred as me that you never would. That you would reject me, and that I could justify being alone. But then you went and ruined it by seeing something worth loving in me. You made me realize that there's enough humanity left in me to see past the monster."

"Miguel," Wolf Spider speaks. Gently, soft as lamb wool, "if you can see yourself in me… And I can see something worth loving in you… Can you see that as well?"

"No," Miguel shakes his head. "But I see something worth loving in you. And honestly? It scares me."

"It scares me too. We can be scared together."

The two of them close the distance. Up on the roof of a random building, overlooking the city streets and lights, the two of them lean on each other for the first time. Wolf's head rests on Miguel's shoulder as Miguel rests his head on top of Wolf's. Fingers lace together as they look out over the city together.

Miguel breaks the silence once more.

"In the morning, once the court house opens up, wanna go get married?"

"Did you ever buy a ring? Just in case I said 'yes' some day?"

Miguel laughs, "No."

Wolf laughs with him. He smiles, baring his fangs to the stars watching them up above. The glow of the full moon illuminates them in a warm light. A kind of warmth Wolf was not familiar with from the moon.

"Sure, let's go get married tomorrow."

#dragon's writing #🕷️ love bites (so do i)#wolf spider tag #fucking. bye. bye. i hate it here. bye #yeah. 365 days in the year and i picked today of all days to do this. its 3 am im posting this now #smth smth waking up and getting hitched with him

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dandelionsfluff · 1 year

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Outside the Window

Outside the window is actually outside the gate that leads from the back yard into the "alley" - an undeveloped street - that runs along the side of the house.

There are two small bicycles out there, and two small children.

The grass that grows on either side of the dirt road is tall, but not taller than the children who make their "hideout" on the side of the hill.

The boy is newly riding a pedal bike, and the girl is reveling in her new, bigger bike; "it has a loud bell!"

The girl is louder than the bell.

The wind blows, and in the shade is cool enough to need a light sweater.

The neighbor's guava trees' leaves rustle and dance in the wind.

The sky is cloudless and of gradient blues from directly above to the horizon.

Power lines reach out like a spider's web from the post in the back corner of the yard to the low roofs of the neighbors down the hill.

The lines, too, sway in the breeze when it comes.

Back and forth, back and forth; the children ride, and return to talk to their mom.

They interrupt the writing, and not always for something new, but isn't that the life chosen?

It's time to make the lunch.

#writing #prompted writing #365 days of writing #observation #day 1

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092040 · 2 years

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Day 112 of 365: Strangers

We have more in common than we think, as we sit across from each other, next to one another, and as we stand face to face, packed like little minnows. The same exhausted silence falls between the pockets of air and open space not taken or claimed on the grimey subway cars, tired eyes wandering, falling, but alive.

There is a community underneath the streets as strangers compete against the ticking of the arrival clocks, the sound of the bells signaling the closing of doors, and the organized mess of boarding passengers.

Even the rats and roaches have made it their home amongst the waves of people, ignoring the screeches of voices as they ride from the depths of the tracks. On platforms above ground, pigeons perch on metal beams, cooing and gossiping like friends on the train, waiting carefully for an unsuspecting victim to rain down their days.

There is a community of strangers and creatures in every which way, underneath the streets and overpasses, more connected than the New York City subway.

#365 days of writing #strangers

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thepaperpanda · 2 years

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𝓓𝓪𝔂 7 - Mutual pleasure || Massimo Torricelli x fem!reader

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Summary: Massimo and you have a blast working on your mutual pleasure on the second date.

Warnings: smut (6️⃣9️⃣, unprotected p in v)

Word count: 1530

Author: Rouge

A/N: the prompt for today is: 69

You tossed your long Y/H/C hair over your shoulders and reapplied your red lipstick in the mirror. You looked at yourself one more time and smiled. You looked down at your iPhone.

Massimo had just texted to ask you to be a little late because he got held up in a meeting. You pulled around the block and waited several minutes, then texted him that you were outside.

You were freezing. You wore an oversized striped button down with a few buttons undone on the sides and enough buttons loose on the front to expose some cleavage. Additionally, you'd wear a black leather jacket, skinny jeans, and leather boots. To warm yourself up, you smoothed your hands over your curves. Massimo was the one you were hoping would warm you up. In spite of this, although you were pretty sure that you would have sex tonight, you weren't someone who would be that forthcoming.

Together, you went back inside his apartment.

From across the kitchen, he looked at you and you thought he was going to kiss you, but he just smiled and told you you had a good glasses game. You could feel yourself starting to get turned on as he bit his lip and complimented you, your pussy getting a little wet and your clit swelling just a little.

He looked at you across the couch after you ate the late supper and finally asked if he could kiss you. Although you were surprised he knew how to ask for something instead of demanding it, your heart exploded with desire as soon as his lips touched yours. As he moved his hands up and under your shirt, he moved you around on his lap and grabbed your cute, generous ass through your jeans.

"No bra, huh?" Massimo teased, playing with your hardened nipples.

"I wanted to give you easier access," you laughed briefly. You slowly moved your hips as you licked his neck and nibbled on his ear.

"I want to eat you out," Torricelli said, simply and matter of factly.

His directness and frankness about something you so desperately wanted amazed you. You didn't need to hear that twice. You let out a sigh and said, "Yes, please."

After taking your hand, he led you to the bedroom where he commanded you to lie on the bed, and then he unzipped your pants, pulling them over your hips and under your ass until he discarded them on the floor.

He took a moment to look at you before unbuttoning your shirt and kissing down your body, kissing your perky, round tits and teasing you with his tongue as he took your nipple in his mouth. You let out soft moans as he played with your tits, and used one finger to trace the slit between your pussy lips through your lacy panties.

"So fucking wet," he said to you as he bit his lip. "I can't wait to taste you, amore mio."

He kissed down your soft stomach and down your hips, and he spread your legs and pulled off your panties. He kneeled in front of you and started gently licking the entire length of your pussy with his whole tongue, avoiding her clit the first few times and then gently circling it with his tongue. You grasped the sheets underneath and tilted your head backward in pleasure letting out a long, loud moan.

"Fuck yes, that feels so fucking good. Jesus fucking Christ," you whispered, running the tip of your tongue along your upper lip.

He continued to gently and methodically lick and tease you. He then put two fingers inside of you and started stroking your sensitive spot while moving his fingers in and out of your soaking, throbbing pussy. You were ready to come, and couldn't hold it in any longer. He pumped his fingers in and out of you while he licked your clit with a rhythm that made you come, harder than you had in a long time. You thought Massimo would be done, but he waited until your first orgasm subsided. Torricelli continued to gently touch your G-spot as his fingers moved in and out of you. He licked around your inner lips until you were less sensitive and he moved back up to your clit. You came again, this time within seconds of his tongue touching your clit again.

You pulled him up and kissed him, tasting yourself on his lips; it was a delicious sensation. "You are really skilled, Massimo," you purred. You quickly undid his shirt and pants, and he helped you remove both his pants and boxers in one go. You looked at him, straddled him, and kissed him passionately. As your tongue explored his mouth, you could still taste your pussy. As you kissed him down his neck and chest, you played with his chest hair, and you licked each of his nipples. After reaching down, you gently stroked his cock as you made your way between his legs and knelt between them.

You made sure to catch his eye, and before you could take him in your mouth, he said, "You know, I jerked off a few times earlier today thinking about this."

You licked your lips, smiling at him mischievously.

He looked you in the eye and whispered, "You're so fucking hot, Y/N."

You licked around the head and then took his whole cock in your mouth, hitting the back of your throat, choking on him, as you moved your mouth up and down as he got harder and harder. You started playing with his balls with your spare hand at his request, gently caressing them and then licking down his cock and taking them in your mouth.

Massimo moaned deeply.

You took him in your mouth again, licking your way up and down his cock before deep throating him again.

He pulled you up to him and said, "I want you to ride my cock."

You straddled him quickly and used your hand to guide him inside you. You both moaned as he entered your wet pussy. You rode his cock, Massimo played with your tits, you used one hand to play with his balls and moaned as they moved your hips together, making sure he got as deep inside you as possible.

You looked at him and claimed, "You know, I wanted you to watch me touch myself..."

As you rode his cock, you circled your clit with your index and middle fingers and told him how good it felt to have him inside you. In a matter of minutes, you would reach another climax and your pussy would constrict around his cock. As you breathed in, you uttered, "Oh my god, that feels so fucking good."

As soon as Massimo pulled away from you, he laid down on his side and told you he wanted to try the sixty-nine.

You couldn't pass up another opportunity to let him lick your pussy; you were already dreaming about his soft tongue exploring your soft folds. Straddling his face slowly, you leaned down and took his cock in your mouth again. At first, your tongue swirled around his tip before you took his entire length into your mouth, resting his tip against the back of your throat, gagging a bit, and feeling tears form in the corners of your eyes as you did.

Your folds were slowly dragged up and down by Massimo's tongue. With one of his strong hands, he spread your pussy lips to gain better access. He then stuck his tongue into your pussy, trying to lick your inner walls that were already so slick from your previous orgasm that his cock twitched as he tasted you.

You moaned loudly around his cock, sending vibes through his member.

As Massimo flicked his tongue up and down your clit again, he nestled his free hand onto the crown of your head, pushing you closer to his groin. Eventually, he stopped eating you out and spat on your exposed clit, eliciting a loud whimper from you. "Does it feel good, huh?" Torricelli asked, his voice husky.

You whimpered after pulling his cock out of your mouth with a loud pop. "Yes, oh God, yes!"

Massimo chuckled and started eating your pussy again; his middle and index fingers soon joined his tongue, stretching your pussy out nicely.

"Fuck!" You muttered loudly and returned to sucking on his throbbing cock.

You licked and sucked each other until you both came.

When he spurted his thick cum into your mouth, you swallowed it all like a good girl.

As your pussy clung around his fingers, Massimo swallowed all of your juices that poured out of your cunt and cleaned you up with his tongue.

After getting off him, you were tucked in his strong arms, as his hands ran up and down your back, teasing your spine and sending chills all over your naked, hot body.

"Amore mio, è stato perfetto," a loving whisper brushed against your ear before Massimo bit on your earlobe gently.

You sighed and rubbed his forearms, smiling widely to yourself. Another smutty intercourse was already on your agenda.

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