#777 curse

[krashlite]

I like the concept of life series curses being something self inflicted rather than some divine curse of the universe. As in its something that can be worked through if they just learned how, if they just spotted the pattern and moved to correct it. Not that it’s as mundane as Going to Therapy, but it’s magic that reflects a truth about themselves

The Canary Curse is a reflection of Jimmy’s foolhardy determination. The Widow’s curse reflects how Grian holds tactic above connection. 777, the angel number for luck, reflects how Skizz’s friendship is a boon for others at the expense of himself.

If Jimmy just considered how he is doomed, he might take more cautious steps. If Grian just opened up more he could act to protect people instead of damning them. If Skizz recognized that his nature is what ends him, he could protect himself at the cost of others, lasting beyond session 7.

But Jimmy won’t, Grian won’t, and neither will Skizz. And so they are cursed

[desktopmermaid]

yahh..(makes kimmy canon)

[hyuckiefluff]

pairing: mark lee x fem!reader

genre: smut

wc: 1.2k

cw: consensual somno, unprotected sex, fingering + oral (fem receiving), reader’s boobs fit in mark’s hands, usage of terms like baby, princess and slut, a bit of cockwarming so no aftercare rlly

a/n: thank you for the request @jaemnationnn <333 !! hope you like it! i rlly wanted to get this out by today so if it feels kinda rushed it’s cuz it is T.T also i’ve never written anything like this so all feedback is appreciated!! also omgg i’m at 777 followers rn :0 feels like an important milestone hehe

Mark found you sleeping when he got back from practice. He checked the clock on the nightstand and realized it was almost 3AM so he thought it best not to wake you. But as he turned to leave for the shower, he noticed that you were wearing nothing but a shirt of his. You were also missing your underwear, he noticed as he carefully peeled the blanket off you. He cursed under his breath, struggle visible on his features.

He told himself he shouldn’t act on his perverted thoughts. You were both tired and he would hate to disturb you knowing you had to get up early.

"Hmm... Mark," you softly mumbled, interrupting his thoughts. You stirred a bit more, but within seconds your head fell back on the pillow as your body relaxed again.

Or so he thought, but then your hand suddenly ventured from where it rested in your stomach down between your legs.

You were having a wet dream, Mark gulped.

“God, you're gonna be the end of me," he muttered, walking closer to your snoozing self. He was sweaty from practice, but if he didn’t do something about the painful bulge in his pants, he was scared a blood vessel might actually pop.

He hesitated to touch you at first, even though you'd given him the green light to do this before.

"Mm… Mark…please..." you let out a soft moan, shifting slightly and revealing more of your soft skin to his hungry eyes.

He groaned, undoing his sweatpants and letting them drop to his feet. His dick sprung free in a violent manner, the tip blushed a painful pink.

He couldn't help but wonder what he was doing to you in your dream. Was he just touching you, or was he already balls deep inside you? His mind went wild and his body just followed along, silently stalking over your form.

He let his nose nuzzle your neck and you sighed in response. The sleepy sounds you made every second only fueled his actions, he left a wet trail below your earlobe with his tongue and let his hand wander down, fondling your right breast, replacing your own.

"Mark..." you moaned.

He murmured "M' right here, baby..." into your neck. His fingers found the warmth of your cunt as they moved between your thighs. He let out a sated sigh as his finger entered you with ease. You shifted lightly, spreading your legs wider. Even in your drowsy state, your body reacted to him so well.

"So wet..." He grunted and rutted against you instinctively. He didn't want to wake you, but he couldn't help himself.

"I guess my dirty girl had a dream about me." He bit your jaw tenderly and murmured. "Calling my name in your sleep like some slut in heat?"

You slowly opened your eyes, furrowing your brow in an attempt to focus your vision. "Mark?"

"Yeah, baby?" He was slightly out of breath, with heavy eyes on you.

"You're home… mngh" You moaned as his finger curled inside you.

"M’ sorry, baby...I couldn't help myself.” He whimpered, rutting against nothing.

"Mm...so sleepy," you mewled, gently reaching for his untidy hair.

"It's okay, you don't have to do anything baby." he cooed. You simply nodded, closing your eyes again.

With this, he wasted no time pulling your shirt up and locking his mouth around your already perked nipple.

He was quite obsessed with your boobs— how could he not be when they fit perfectly in his hands and felt even better in his mouth. He delicately bit, sucked, and kissed every inch of your chest, gradually moving down until he hovered above your heat. His mouth latched onto your core as if drawn by a magnetic force, groaning at the feeling of being engulfed by your scent, taste, and warmth. The man seemed to have an insatiable appetite for eating you out, clear by the fact that he would do it even in your sleep.

Mark enjoyed burying his head between your legs but what he really needed there right now was his dick so he pulled you down to eye level, glanced at your slightly open mouth, and took the chance to kiss you while positioning his tip in your entrance. God, it was ridiculous how tight you were even after he had prepped you with his mouth and fingers. Your gummy walls were practically swallowing him, causing his hips to waver and forcing him to grasp onto the sheets for support.

He tried to keep a slow pace, but this vice-like grip you had around him made it hard to control himself. He knew he’d cum early if he kept going at it like this so he switched to a position behind you while lying on his side. This was more comfortable for you and also reduced the impact of his thrusts so as to not shake you as much.

Nuzzling into your hair, he breathed in the sweet scent of your coconut shampoo. Coupled with the soft moans and occasional whimpers escaping your lips, it created his own little paradise.

There was something about seeing your most vulnerable reactions to his touches that had him utterly hooked. Maybe he needed to do this more often.

"So damn good, princess," he groaned, the sound of his skin against yours softly echoing in the room. His hands firmly gripped your hips, guiding you back so he could be (impossibly) closer. Meanwhile, his other hand snaked around your chest, toying with your nipple.

"Mmm..." you were mumbling something he couldn’t quite make out.

He didn’t know if you were fully asleep or just lost in incoherent thoughts before reaching your orgasm. Regardless, he sensed his own release approaching. Gripping your leg, he lifted it slightly so his thrusts could reach deeper.

"Fuuck..." he moaned, your walls coaxing the orgasm from him. The way you spasmed around him, milking him for all he had, had him seeing stars as he shut his eyes.

So much cum was dripping down your thighs and onto the sheets but Mark was utterly spent, the exertion of doing this right after practice taking its toll so instead of getting up and cleaning you with a wet towel, as he normally would, he simply took off his shirt and carefully wiped away what had dripped down your thighs.

After that, he found himself so comfortable in his current position that, before he could think to pull out, he was already dozing off with you.

[pandenewie]

To Catch A Cheater Masterlist

SYNOPSIS:

Park Jongseong has a picture perfect life. He’s doing well in uni, he has an awesome group of friends and he finally seems to be getting over his ex-girlfriend. But life isn’t meant to be easy and rumours soon prove that maybe everything isn’t as perfect as it seems.

OR

All hell breaks loose when one of Y/n’s friends claims her ex-boyfriend might have cheated on her. A plan is soon developed to find out the truth and Y/n just so happens to be at the centre of it all. Whether the allegations are true or false? That’s now their job to find out.

PAIRING: jay x gn!reader

GENRE: college!au, social media!au, fluff, possible angst (light), mention of cheating, cursing, attempted humour, Ft. Enhypen 02 line, P1Harmony Keeho, Le Sserafim Yunjin, Gidle Shuhua, Aespa Winter, Xdinary Heroes Jooyeon, more added…

STARTED: 15/10/23

FINISHED: ???

STATUS: ongoing

PROFILES:

Mission Impossible | Girls, Gays and Theys

CHAPTERS:

01 - Coworkers to friends to lovers to enemies

02 - Love is Dead

03 - The Scooby Gang

04 - Get that man a leash

05 - The Ultimate Plan (absolutely nothing could go wrong)

06 - Not So Undercover Agent | 2.6k words

07 - The Great Escape

08 - Family Reunion

09 - Mom Is Back

10 - The Truth Comes Out

11 - Sweet Home Alabama

12 - Our Get-Along Shirt | 2.9k words

13 - Sleep Rizz

14 - Party Time

15 - The Worst Fuckboy To Ever Exist | 2.3k words

16 - Sunghoon's Guide To Getting Bitches

17 - Jake The Builder

18 - Texting and driving is for ugly people

19 - Not A Date (Definetly A Date) | 2.5k words

20 - Down Bad

Special Chapter - gay fish

21 - It's all hypothetical

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[ancientgoddessofegypt]

ADVICE FROM YOUR SPIRIT TEAM ; ANGEL NUMBER EDITION: CONGRATULATIONS.

Feeling inspired. Wanted to get an intuitive read for you guys who feel the urgency to know what it means to see these numbers.

Whichever numbers call out to you just embrace the message. It's time to feel good about ourselves and our spirit guides wants everyone to know that we've been doing the best we can. So here is my intuitive message for the collective. I hope you enjoy!

111 - Congratulations. You've made it passed a big chapter. In this new era, you'll be focused on prosperity, great health and great sex! Lol, jk on the sex bit. However, you will be going through growth and transformation during this next era. You'll have to choose between your priorities and what used to work in the past. Is it goals or partying? Will it be the booze or will it be the vegetables ? You decide.

Have fun with this new journey. You don't always have to go out and have fun. You can have fun journaling, making that garden, enjoying the moon when it comes out in full bloom. Spread your wings this time.

222 - You've made it. This is a time to join new groups and go to those events you've been telling yourself you'd go too. New friends, partnerships and breaking of generational curses is a theme for this group. Be patient, be yourself, be honest, and be vulnerable.

For anyone this may apply to, trying a new sport such as basketball, football, or even hockey will bring out that motivated spirit you carry.

You've made this beautiful bed, you'll get to lie in it this time with someone you can truly adore ;)

333 - Benefits for the ones who chose this number is celebration will be often for you. You'll be out with groups cheering away does mimomas. Having more fun with new people. New experiences awaits. Traveling will be certain for you in the future. Road trips, trips near the beach, boat rides are something i noticed for this group. Congrats!

444 - Determination & Exploring. This is your moment. You should embrace the new physical activities awaiting you. I dont mean just working out, or trying some new sport that could possibly break your ankle. This could be for the ones who never go outside, and have been hiding all these amazing talents in the dark. Its time to break wind and show people you have a gift. Its your time.

555 - Travel. Explore. Motion Picture. Success - You might have to go overseas if you chose this number. Maybe not a new country but a new city far from your hometown. Read more books, enjoy the scenery and explore the universe. This is your moment. Get to it!

666 - Sensual beauty. Luxury. Go relax. You need time to get your self together. Spend time getting your nails done, get that massage. Get something you said you'd save up for but hardly ever do. Its okay, self care is important sis. Get to it.

777 - This is a beautiful journey Im picking up for this group. You guys definitely will be on the road in the near future. Either alone or with someone new. This is a spiritual journey. It will seem magical. You have to let go and let things be, ok? Just relax. This show is for you.

888 - Pick yourself up. You got this. Its time to go on that daily jog. If you have to force yourself to do it, please do so. Make room for the weight that your shedding off this era. It's time to build up your self esteem, your endurance and your physique. This group might of had a eating problem in the past, or maybe some health problems. This number is asking for you to choose yourself. Choose what works and leave behind what doesn't. What do you see for this new reality of yours? You decide.

This is still good news for this group, your spirit team just wants you to NOT. QUIT. To never give up. Its good because you havent, you're a tough cookie. They just want you to want more for yourself. The root chakra is significant with this group. Do more walking and writing in journals to help figure out what are some roots that need picking out. Have a blessed one!

999 - Beginning to an end. New chapter. Congrats. You made it to the finish line darlings. Where would you like life to lead you? Would you take that bus and go on a random adventure? Go to the movies, its time to do something exciting. Do research on some new hobbies, as well as something that seems 'dangerous'. It's time to build up your stamina with a whole new life. You should try that dance class, you might come out a master in the long run ;)

I hope this helps! Have a good weekend everybody.

[reptile-ruler]

How I Came to Hate You, and Why I Might Have Been Wrong: a Letter From Prisoner 777 to Invader Zim by ReptileRuler

Invader Zim placed prisoner 777 in Moo-Ping 10, and turned his already bleak life into a personalized nightmare. He’s spent all that time cursing Zim for doing this to him, but when a new inmate quite literally knocks some new information into him, he’s forced to realize that Zim might not have acted out of maliciousness after all.

My comic-compliant 777 fic! I love to read things that are written-by-the-character and I always wanted to write something like that, so I was really excited when I had this idea. I loved writing this, I think it's one of my fav things I've written. Hope you enjoy reading it!

[nakachuchu]

CHAPTER TWELVE: BORN OF SIN

Golden Child series

SYNOPSIS: You were cursed since birth.

READER: female

WORDS: 1k

WRITTEN: 10/04/2023

You normally never dreamed.

"This isn't a dream, number 777."

It had to be a dream. The place you were in was dark and red with floating masses of rock above and below you.

"Welcome to Inferno."

You raised your eyes to the tall cliff-like throne until you met the eyes of a man with skin as red as blood and horns curved like a goat's.

You found yourself getting sucked into his eyes full of swirls and something oddly familiar yet terrifying.

"Don't look too long. You're not at the stage where you can match me, 777."

"I have a name," you said.

"Names are irrelevant for what I must achieve with my offspring."

"Offspring?" you questioned as you tore your eyes away to look at it a pebble instead.

"Yes."

"You're not my dad."

"How do you know that?" he asked.

All the hairs on your body stood up immediately. You didn't know that. You couldn't remember what your parents looked like.

"My dad was human," you replied, uncertain.

He laughed, shaking the world you were in like an earthquake. "Your stand-in father, yes. You see, your parents believed in something dark. They believed in me. They prayed to me with their cute little group, so naturally, I blessed them with an offspring made of me and your mother."

"You had your way with my mother?" you questioned, looking up at him.

"Every mortal woman I impregnate gives me their consent. They're lucky to have my offspring."

You couldn't believe what you were hearing. Your father wasn't your father. You had siblings made from a man who wasn't all man.

You fought back against the torment of his eyes full of colored swirls, memories of your childhood, and the screams of strangers.

He smiled as you struggled for some sort of control in his world.

"You're one of a kind. Others before have failed tremendously. A few made it past the seven challenges, but they quickly died. Live up to your expectations, 777, because you were created with a purpose. Do not think I gave you life to be anything but extraordinary."

Your eyes snapped opened and a wrenching scream escaped your throat as a searing pain enveloped your body.

The sheets and blankets tangled around your legs as you writhed in pain before tumbling to the floor.

You felt an invisible fire envelope your back as the demonic ritual branded you. There was no metal rod or physical mark, yet your nerves seared with agony as the number 777 was being branded onto your back. You screamed, writhing on the floor helplessly.

Satoru was quick to wake and get on the floor to support you as your hands clawed at your back, twisting and turning in an animalistic way.

He lifted your shirt and his eyes froze at the sight of a '7' being written. His brow furrowed in frustration as he realized this was no ordinary wound.

Scooping you up, he rushed to the bathroom and turned the shower on full blast. Icy water rained down as he stepped fully clothed under the showerhead, holding you tight against his chest.

You continued to scream and thrash in his arms. The freezing water provided only minor relief to the inferno raging through your body. Satoru held you close, getting thoroughly drenched as he tried helplessly to ease your suffering.

"I've got you," he murmured. "I'm here."

You clung to him like a lifeline, tears mingling with the chilling shower spray. The pain was beyond unbearable, but Satoru's steady presence kept you tethered. His grip never loosened, even as the frigid water soaked through his clothes.

His unwavering touch was the only thing keeping you from completely slipping away.

He didn't know if you stopped feeling the pain of the brand before you passed out in his arms. His fingers dug into your wet clothes and flesh as he cradled your unconscious body.

He leaned down to touch his lips to your hair as his bright blue eyes stared at the bathroom tiles in concentration.

Whatever had you so deep was never going to let go.

Satoru held your unconscious body, his jaw tight with frustration. He cursed himself for not being able to prevent this somehow. Even with all his power, he felt helpless against the dark forces tormenting you.

Gently he carried you back to bed, tucking the blankets around your chilled form. He wished he could take away your pain. Your life had been filled with such misfortune, and you didn't deserve any of it.

He thought back to when you first joined Jujutsu Tech, shy and haunted. Over time, you had started to open up and find happiness amongst the other students. But this demonic curse threatened to destroy everything you had built.

There was no one to blame but your parents for dabbling in evil rituals they didn't understand. Their selfish occult obsession had doomed you before you were even born.

Yet, all your memories of them were happy.

Satoru carried your limp body out of the shower and laid you gently on the bed. He found a towel in your closet and dried your body. Your skin was icy and pale, but the angry red brand still seemed to glow on your back. He dressed you in warm dry clothes before tucking you under the blankets.

He brought a chair next to your bed and sat in it. As you slept, he kept watch.

“What is this?” he questioned quietly.

He was leaning forward, elbows on his knees as his lips laid near his fists.

“She is property,” Ayumi answered, bringing her human finger to brush away your hair.

“She has potential, but she will die,” added Chiaki. “The expectations placed on her are unimaginable.”

“No,” murmured Satoru with a quiet laugh. “She's not allowed to die.”

His eyes were mad as his shoulders shook at the mere suggestion of your death. He leaned back and brushed his hair back with his fingers.

“Until I see with my own eyes, I am God. No Devil or Curse will harm what belongs to me.”

[FIRST ARC END]

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[stealingyourbones]

DPxDC Prompts Masterlist #751-800

751. Lex Sweet Talks Vlad 752. Lex: The one Man Vlad Couldn't Possess 753. Breaking News 754. Lex works with UW Madison 755. Danny meets MLM at a Gala 756. Fake Marriage MLM AU 757. Fake Marriage MLM AU 2 758. Enemies with Benefits 759. Danny Completes The Gauntlet 760. Mistaken Kryptonian Danny 761. Fear Couple 762. Star is an Amazonian 763. Superpowered Dash (Espresso Shots) 764. Constantine Hides from the GIW 765. Vlad Wilson 766. Alfred is Danny Fenton 767. Jason Masters 768. Gardner for the Waynes: Danny Fenton 769. Dan Wilson 770. Evil Lazarus Effects 771. Erasing Crimes 772. Actions Have Consequences 773. Danny is a Bomb Disposal Tech 774. Dan helps Jason Todd 775. Jason is the Ring of Rage 776. Tim Helps Summon GK 777. Ice Machines in the Iceberg Lounge 778. Danny Possesses Damian's Grotesque 779. Clark Confronts Metallo (it's Danny) 780. Jason has Death Marks 781. Desiree's Gifts to Jason 782. Damian has Death Marks 783. Green Lanterns meet Ghosts 784. Ghost Speak Curse 785. John "Any Holes A Goal" Constantine 786. Wally Adopts Danny Phantom 787. Jack In The Box 788. Champions 789. Tucker/Question Shenanigans (FAV PROMPT!!!!) 790. Slade/Skulker/Dick 791. Kwan/Clark/Lois Daily Planet AU (FAV PROMPT!!!) 792. Booster Gold goes to Fentons for Help 793. Jazz/Jason Motorcycle Repair AU 794. Danny as Kon's Clone 795. The Question Theorizes the GZ 796. Jazz Mechanic AU 797. Danny New Rogue(?) 798. Danny Time Travel AU 799. Injured Danny Falls into JL Meeting 800. The Question Figures out the GZ Again

[jjongscardigan]

PAPER RINGS₊ ⊹⟡ — p.jongseong

16. family outing

note: took OUR son out*** Wrote this while half asleep so didn't bother fixing the mistake because it's minimal and has no impact on anything whatsoever. 😜 ps: Doesn't the girl in the en- thumbnail look like Son Chaeyoung????

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"Babe, tell the babies what we're doing today!" You pan the camera towards your boyfriend. "Riki's at school until 15:00 but after that we're taking him out" You nod as he disappears from the screen. Your eyes naturally follow him and you fondly watch him gather Riki's after-school garments.

You film your feet and intertwined hands as you guys make your way to Riki's school. "There he is" you zoom in on an awkwardly waiting Riki. He's looking around while holding his phone in one hand. His uniform jacket hangs around his backpack. In the background, Jay calls his name and the teen walks towards you.

"Let's go out for a family trip, child" you playfully ruffle his hair. "There's a change of clothes in the trunk, put those on. We're going to Nando's and after that a coin noraebang." He nods as he finally puts a hoodie on and gets in the backseat of Jay's car. You sit next to Jay as he drives off.

"Guys, Riki's playing on his switch. Look at him…" You smile endeared as he curses at a character on screen. "Cutie" you pan the camera towards Jay who's squinting at the road. "Babies, I shouldn't have let my visually impaired boyfriend drive us."

Now you, Riki and Jay are sitting in a booth at Nando's. "Let's order lots of delish food" Riki immediately starts browsing the menu. "Jay is paying, guys" He smiles towards the camera. The wallet, Jay, shakes his head in astonishment. "Order lots of food, Riki. You're a growing boy." You once again pat his head and he leans in with a wide smile.

The screen shows you and Jay walking hand in hand. Riki's walking behind you guys filming his point of view. "Guys, aren't my parents the cutest?" He zooms in on Jay putting an arm around your shoulders. You giggle a bit and put your hand in his back pocket. "This is where we look away, friends" Riki stops filming.

Suddenly it's a very chaotic clip of Jay and Riki screaming like banshees to Heart's Barracuda. You're behind them pretending to play guitar while yelling the backing vocals. Jay slides on his knees and does a guitar solo. Riki and you start hyping him up and he jams even harder. And then.

"Ma'am we know that it's a karaoke room, but please keep it a bit down. There's other visitors in the other rooms." You nod as she excuses herself. When she leaves Riki starts laughing loudly. "Shutup, you heard her" The rest of the session goes by without a hitch and y'all leave.

You're eating an ice cream as Jay films you. "We really have to stop getting on workers' nerves…" You semi pout and Jay's hand is seen pinching your cheek. "Riki, come here!" He runs over and you put an arm around his shoulder. He grins and throws a piece sign before dragging you towards the swings. Jay finishes up. "Guys, this was the video. Thank you for watching, see you next week!"

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[tokusaatsus]

777

ft. sakuma rei

© tokusaatsus 2022

warnings: mentions of underage drinking + smoking, cursing, mentions of blood, vague mentions of sexual content

Triple sevens–lucky, lucky, lucky.

Rei’s not much of a gambler, but being with you gives him the same feeling as standing on the edge of some great precipice, looking over the side at the endless void below, not knowing what’s there and still thinking: yeah. I’m going to fall. It’s all up to fate, to chance, a turn of the dice.

(Bad things usually come in threes.)

Rei pulls the lever.

The numbers flash bright on the screen: YOU’RE A WINNER! He doesn’t feel like one, though. The tie on his neck is strangling him, because he should be rid of it by now but instead he’s still wearing it, even a year later. He’s stagnating. Lucky numbers don’t seem so lucky anymore. They feel like warning signs instead, emblazoned in red like blood on pale skin.

DO NOT TOUCH.

Rei thinks you should have a sign like that plastered on you somewhere. Look but don’t touch, so he doesn’t forget it’s all temporary, but he’ll end up forgetting anyways when you grab him by the tie and shove your tongue down his throat after some stupid performance at the Livehouse he can’t bring himself to care about.

He probably tastes gross–like dried blood and day-old cigs and beer, but you don’t seem to mind and it’s not like he’s going to be the one to push you away.

This might be the closest he’s been to a person who actually wants his company, and isn’t that sad? But you’re both just using each other–a means to an end. Rei’s looking to forget. So are you. After all is said and done, the two of you’ll part ways and you won’t look back and Rei’ll be back to where he began.

It all comes full circle.

You pretend you don’t know him outside of those little meetups and despite the fact that he does the same to you, he feels like a dirty little secret. Is that all he is? Well, it’s not like he cares. It’ll hurt, but so what. Everything hurts.

Life’s just shit that way.

And it’s all fine, actually, because Rei’s under no obligation to be nice to you. You’re not going out, or whatever. It’s a mutual cycle of usefulness. You spend the night, then you leave in the morning. So he can be as bitchy as he wants to you, but he won’t because you’re under no obligation to put up with him either. You can leave. He can too, to be fair, but he won’t.

It’s like he said: stand on the cliff too long and you’ll start to miss the fall.

And, oh, has he fallen.

It makes him laugh, sometimes, loud cackles that make both that bouzu and Isara-kun look at him like they’re worried he’s lost his mind, but he lost it years ago so there’s really nothing to be worried about to begin with. God, he really is fucking dumb.

The first rule of…whatever the hell you two have going on is short and sweet:

DON’T FALL.

That’s it. The first rule, the one you posed. He agreed because it seemed like a given. The only rule, really. It was so fucking simple and what did he do? He broke it. He fucking broke it. Looking back on it, the rule should’ve been amended to something easier to attain. Maybe:

DON’T FALL MORE THAN YOU ALREADY HAVE.

There, see? That’s simple. More than you already have. That’s subjective, isn’t it? It’s doable. Probably.

He’s fallen fast and hard and he hit the ground on both knees and now he’s brusied and bloodied but instead of looking people just avert their eyes and stay fucking complacent and just pretend they don’t see him. He’s on the ground, he’s on his knees, and you’re not going to be the one to extend your hand to him–so he’ll claw his way up.

Scarred knuckles and bloodshot eyes–that’s all that Sakuma Rei is.

So what if he wants to kiss you sometimes? It’s normal, yeah? He’s a healthy(-ish) teenage boy, ‘course he’s gonna have fantasies of kissing and making out and maybe something more. It’s not like he’s gonna act on it, anyways, because the one time he tried to kiss you–cornered you after a live and pressed you up against the wall–you smacked him, hard, and he’s learnt his lesson after that.

(No, he hasn’t.)

‘Course, who really knows. Life’s a fucking mess, but that’s just how it is.

And maybe he’s imagining shit. It’s possible, after all, that he’s just reading too much into this–because at the core of it all, he’s still a hopeless romantic longing for love. So, he could be imagining it, but he thinks you might be getting fond of him. The way you would of a housepet, perhaps.

You aren’t so abrasive anymore–in fact, sometimes your touches are downright gentle–and he could’ve sworn that the other day, you smiled at him in the hallway. Smiled! At him! That’s not something you’ve ever done before.

Slowly, slowly, those make-out sessions become…something more? He doesn’t know. This is something strange and new to him. You let him rest his head in your lap and you gently play with his hair, even though you’re in public and you’ve stated that you don’t want to be seen with him. And the first time he falls asleep he wakes up a few hours later in a panic because he thought you might’ve left (left him alone) but you’re still right there, waiting patiently like you’ve been for the past few hours and, well. That’s new.

And Rei wonders sometimes where the old Y/N went, the one who didn’t give a shit about him–because you had some fun times together, sure–but he’s not complaining. He likes the new Y/N better. It’s nice, he thinks, to be treated so gently.

Still, he’s going to have to leave soon.

He wonders if you’ll grow to hate him too. If you move on and forget about him, because he’ll be gone so long that he’ll simply be a memory. Not even a fond one. Just a memory that you vaguely recollect, but can’t be bothered to remember fully. Sakuma Rei?, you’ll say, to some nameless and faceless idiot you decide to let into your life. Who’s that? Some zero? And you’ll laugh at the joke and move on with your life and Rei’ll be all alone again.

But he’s not going to think about that because right now, Rei’s here in the Livehouse with his head in your lap and later he’s going to kiss you goodbye before you leave and, well. YOU’RE LUCKY flashes on the screen, just once–triple sevens–and Rei thinks, yeah. Maybe I am.

notes!

WC: 1.1k words

reze txt hhi. idk wtf this is. word vomit ig ?? tbh this could’ve fit both rei or rinne but. i’m a sucker for 2nd yr rei and it shows. this was also. lowkey a vent fic ?? again idk i wrote this in the span of 20 mins but. iykyk. are they fwb? is this unrequited love? or is rei just being dramatic? who knows shrugs it’s totally up to u. anyways i hope my impromptu rei analysis fic was interesting to read (this was cathartic to write lol) and i hope u enjoy <3 mwah <3

[krashlite]

Thinking abt technical issues/absences with life series is so fascinating bc I don’t think you realize how different each season would have gone if everyone was present

3L SPECIFICALLY vvv

Bdubs missed what was arguably the most crucial session for the war with Dogwarts, seeing as Cleo was able to get out of an alliance with Ren and his army. I highly doubt she would’ve been able to ally with the desert as easily, and Scar might have given Bdubs the clock as a peace offering, which, depending on his reaction, means Scar either would’ve had another lackey for longer or would’ve forgotten the clock by the time they got to the final five. Or, Bdubs may have died that session, meaning the widow’s alliance would’ve been a proper thing and both Impulse and Grian wouldn’t have been betrayed.

BigB was able to survive to be the last green name, meaning he was still left after the rest of Dogwarts fell. In the event that he died this session (which is likely considering this was at the height of the war), he would’ve fallen with the rest of Dogwarts. This means the kill pass scene likely wouldn’t have happened, and Grian wouldn’t have been betrayed. I’m also willing to wager that he would’ve been able to talk Skizz out of storming the Crastle, seeing as BigB wasn’t there for this moment. Skizz wouldn’t have died there and the boogeyman curse would have a different origin, if it was created at all.

Joel’s loyalties fell apart because of the session he was gone, and he likely would’ve stayed with Dogwarts because of their numbers. He probably would’ve followed Skizz into the Crastle if Skizz wasn’t talked down, meaning either they both died but took Impulse with them (bc he’s a traitor), or only one of them died and took out multiple people in the Crastle.

^^^ also in the event that both BigB and Joel were there session 7, Dogwarts might have won the war because of their numbers. So the desert and the Crastle are out, maybe Etho and Joel die during the war (from being targeted), this leaves Ren, Martyn, BigB, and Skizz. Skizz would go after Martyn or BigB because of his pact with Ren from earlier. BigB would probably get taken out here, and Martyn would win in a fight against Skizz. This leaves Ren and Martyn, and seeing as cc!Martyn let us know he would’ve betrayed Ren if it had been just them left, that would be how 3L ended. (<- would’ve started the boogeyman curse)

[ashleigghh]

Day 7: Christmas song. 777 words

When Regulus had, very reluctantly, agreed to go out with his friends tonight he hadn’t intended to get drunk. He was going to drink a little bit, listen to his friends make fools of themselves with the karaoke, chat with Dorcas about her rather confusing love-hate relationship with Marlene and let Pandora tell him all about her newest hobby. 

This idea had completely fled the second Dorcas had given him the puppy-dog eyes and asked him to do shots with them. He would kill anyone who even dared to suggest this but he was a massive softie when it came to his friends, he would quite literally burn the world to the ground, so throwing back a few shots was really not that big of a deal.

This had quickly backfired. 

“Reggggg,” Evan dragged out the word, throwing an arm over Regulus’ shoulders and swinging off of him, he was yelling over the loud music, some muggle song Regulus didn’t recognise, “Come dance with me.” 

Regulus shook his head, he was not going to throw himself into a crowd of sweaty, messy drunk people who were dancing in a way that would make his mother resurrect herself just to curse them. He spent his childhood learning steps to dances he could utilise in a ballroom, but he isn’t sure how to do… whatever it is they’re doing. 

“Please, I want you to enjoy yourself too, join us!” Evan leans into Regulus’ ear, slurring his words.

“I’m fine over here, you can go back to Barty, it’s all good.” Evan frowns, poking Regulus between the eyebrows, trying to smooth out the crease from his furrowed eyebrows. 

“We want to hang out with you though.” Regulus doesn’t think his friends realise how much things like this mean to him, a lifetime of hatred and suffering makes him vulnerable to this stuff. 

“I don’t want to be in the crowd, but you should go,” Regulus reassures, trying to swallow the guilty feeling that he’s ruining this night. This is why he shouldn’t drink, he can normally bottle up his emotions but right now it feels like they’re attacking him. 

Evan just waves their friends back over, Pandora attaches herself to Regulus’ spare arm while Dorcas and Barty collapse onto each other on the other side of the table, both covered in a sheen of sweat and breathing heavily. 

“We should do karaoke!” Barty exclaims, causing Dorcas to start slapping his leg excitedly, both of them so drunk it’s like watching toddlers interact.

“You, you are a genius!” She turns to the others, a pleading look on her face that in normal circumstances would make anyone agree. Regulus, however, is already at his wit’s end and the idea of singing in this overcrowded room so drunk people can scream and bellow at them, leering and spilling drinks, well he is not nearly drunk enough for that. 

“No. I am not singing, you can but I’m not.” Dorcas just laughs, fully believing she’ll be victorious

“I will get you singing Reg if it’s the last thing I do.” She darts off, returning less than five minutes later holding a tray with an absurd amount of drink balancing on it, placing it on the table and joining back in with their idle conversation. 

“Drink up, come on,” she pushes a drink to Regulus, who takes it with an eye roll, knowing exactly what she’s doing, this is all a part of her plan to get him to sing. 

“It’s fine if you don’t want to drink,” Pandora whispers in his ear, barely audible over the noise, an unnecessary but pleasant reassurance. Pandora’s good at this sort of stuff, making sure everyone’s comfortable, reminding them that they don’t need to change for others to accept them, they are loved as they are. 

A few songs pass as they sit there, talking about everything that’s happened in the last few weeks even though they all live close and see each other most days, frankly, it’s hard to follow and barely coherent. They watch two groups go up to the small stage and attempt to recreate their holiday favourites and it feels Regulus with dread.

“Are you ready to sing yet?” Dorcas asks again, pushing the tray towards him in case he’s still refusing. Regulus shakes his head, not even meeting Dorcas’ eye as he can feel him wearing her down. “That’s okay, we have all night.”

If Regulus eventually gives in and sings his heart out alongside some of the only people in the world he can tolerate to a cheesy Christmas song, well, he’s never going to admit that, so don’t even try it.

[makeitp1nk]

Written for @drarrymicrofic prompt 'full moon'

Delicacy

Drarry | Rated E | CW - monsterfucking, dubcon | 777 words

Werewolves aren’t meant to love the moon. They’re meant to cower in its light as they transform from man to beast under her watchful eye. They’re meant to fear the power they hold for twelve nights a year–a power bought with pain. Even Greyback, ever the sadistic bastard, hated the full moon. 

Draco guessed that’s why he got turned. Because the bastard didn’t want to be alone when he transformed. Misery loves company, after all. So many of them had been inflicted during the war, cursed to live in misery and alone now that Greyback is behind bars. Draco prefers it this way. 

It was his monthly penance for the sins he committed during the war, the pain and loneliness of his transformation. Of his existence. 

That’s how it would have been anyway if stupid Potter hadn’t followed him out of the castle one night. Draco didn’t notice until he was in his wolf form, when his heightened state made him aware of every crunch of leaves and rustling of clothes. And Potter’s scent, Merlin that scent. He wanted to drown in it—sweet and grassy and sunny, like a perfect day for Quidditch with a side of treacle tart. Draco’s mouth watered. 

spiciness below the cut

Draco Malfoy the boy was stoic and impassive, but Draco Malfoy the wolf was all want want want NOW. Potter stood no chance against his speed, or his size, or his desire. Draco had him pinned on the ground easily and immediately got to work on tasting every inch of bare skin he could see. Cheeks, fingers, ears. Potter’s shirt rode up and draco greedily licked his way up and down the boy, suckling his nipples and armpits. 

Resistance didn’t register for him, just want want want and arousal. Not his, but the boy’s. He could smell it leaking from below his clothes, and he howled in victory. Mine mine mine the wolf howled, moving its nose hastily down the boy’s body until he found the spot where it smelled the strongest and started licking at it. The boy squirmed and gasped, moaned and held on to the grass for dear life as Draco licked and rutted against his leg. 

Instinct told him to mark, to mate, to make the boy his. But deep inside, the boy within screamed NO. NO BITING. So he settled for licking until the clothes were soaked with his spit and the boy’s release. When he finally came, both Draco Malfoy the boy and Draco Malfoy the wolf preened at the sight of the body before them, flushed in pleasure and covered in their come. 

Hands reached for him in the darkness, “Draco…” Tired and sated, the wolf curled into the waiting arms, and together they fell asleep. 

Potter was especially obnoxious after that, thinking that coming together in the woods made them friends. Draco made it clear it didn’t. But moon after moon, Potter followed. And moon after moon, the wolf wanted more. Scenes straight out of Draco’s darkest fantasies were played out and made better by Potters Gryffindor recklessness—the frantic way in which he took his clothes off, his wanton moans, and the natural way he met Draco’s thrusts. 

On or inside Potter, Draco the boy and Draco the wolf became one—reveling in the other boy’s desire. Together they took as they pleased, pushing faster, deeper, dirtier to see if Potter would break, if Potter had a limit. But stubborn Potter took it all, his arms always searching for them in the darkness when they were done. 

Draco fell in love with the full moon and the gift she brought him—his acceptance of the wolf within and what they shared with Potter, if only for a short while. Eighth year would end soon, and with it this tenuous thing between them. 

Months later, the night his first full moon as a graduate would be upon him, he’d been left alone in the manor. For the first time in months, Draco feared his transformation. A knock at the door startled him, and through the peephole he saw Potter. He pinched himself and blinked rapidly to dispel the apparition, but he was still there. When he opened the door he confirmed, yes–it was him. Potter was beautiful as ever and smelled of a sweet summer picnic. The boy and the wolf stirred. 

Potter grined, “Good, I’m not too late.” Then he turned and yelled, “See if you can catch me!” and ran to the woods of the manor. 

Draco grinned and stepped into the moonlight, transforming as the beams touched his skin. Wolf and boy became one and chased after their gift, the delicacy they only devour on the full moon.

[ryokoaoi]

so @confusedpanda-777 made a post about avior being a catboi and i just, had to (this was suppose to be cursed but i made it cute smh/lh)  the second pic is just a doodle of brachium and cam being friends lol (had that hc that brachium is cam’s mentor) 

[moriihana]

we can't fix each other but we sure as hell can enable each other instead || intro: dammit, nugget!

pairing: dabi x disabled!gn!reader

overview: you meet dabi pre-canon because your cat, nugget, literally won't leave the guy alone. friendship, fluff and (eventual) angst ensue.

content: fluff, angst

warnings: references to child abuse, mention of getting kicked out, inaccurate depictions of abandoned locations lmfao

word count: 777 words

a/n: this was originally written with my self-insert in mind. therefore the reader already has a backstory and a set personality; i just decided to make it into a reader-insert since there aren't a lot of disabled reader fics and i really like how i've written this so far. this is also just the intro, i have the next two chapters written and will be posting as well!

*previously known as "we can't fix each other (but we can heal our wounds together)"; i changed the title bc these assholes aint healin shit they're just being overall menaces

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It was sunny out. That’s the first thing you always remembered about the day your parents kicked you out. It was warm and there were kids laughing on the sidewalk. You always thought that on days terrible things happened, it’d be pouring down rain. Overcast and dreary, no laughter to be found.

The second thing you always remembered was the yelling. The absolute disgust and disappointment in your mother’s voice, the disdain in your father’s. The insults slung at your face, as if asking to be treated like a person was a sin. You were tired of absorbing your father’s pain, you’ve been doing it since you were eight years old. Isn’t a decade long enough? You were so tired.

The final thing you always remembered was the panic. You were disabled, had no friends to flee to, no money. What were the essentials? What would you need? What important things can you spare room for? 

You laughed to yourself as you thought about it. It’d been eight months since that day, and while being homeless sucked—like, really sucked—it beat living with your parents. You even found a stray dog and cat to call your pets—you named them Boo and Nugget. Boo was a sweet thing, a medium-sized lab mix as black as night, with splotches of white on her chin and chest. She was skittish at first, but always wagged her tail after a few weeks. She was still puppy-like, probably only a year old. Nugget was a little fiend, always getting into things and getting around. He loved cuddles and would demand them at all times. He was weaned off milk, though he was quite small and still not old enough to be called an adult cat, you thought.

You found a mostly finished abandoned apartment complex to call “home,” one far enough away from the heroes’ usual patrol routes and police stations. It was missing the doors and some finishing touches, but that was about it. You had only had two close-calls at being caught since moving into the place. Even though it was rundown and more often than not, you found Nugget carrying a dead mouse into your apartment, it was home. Nobody came near it, since it was rumoured to be cursed.

Tch. Cursed. Perfect place for us street rats, huh? You snorted, scratching under Boo’s chin. Your head snapped up at the sound of heavy footfalls in the hall. Ah, shit. Fuck. Hope that’s not a cop. 

Boo started to growl, her hackles raising along her spine. Nugget jumped down from his spot on a rickety chair, intrigued by the sound.

“Boo, no, quiet—Nugget, what are you doing, get back here—” You hissed, scrambling to get their pets to calm. Probably not a cop. No radio chatter. Only one set of footsteps. Not a hero, either. Usually those are followed by fan's incessant yapping. Another street rat?

Boo continued to growl, backing away from the doorway. Nugget, on the other hand, darted out faster than you could catch him. 

“Oh, for fucks’ sake, Nugget!”

The footsteps stopped.

Well. Shit. That’s… probably not good. Dammit, Nugget!  

You reached for your cane and heaved yourself off the floor, inching towards the doorway to look into the hall. You stopped immediately when you saw a young man with black hair, covered in deep scars—damn, those look like they would’ve hurt—holding Nugget in his arms.

“You are… holding my cat. Could you. Put him down maybe?” You laughed nervously. The young man startled, gaze snapping to you.

“I didn’t know anyone was here.” Oh. He has a nice voice. What the fuck.

“I try to make it seem like that, yes. Street rats aren’t viewed kindly by authorities.” You shifted your weight, setting aside your cane and leaning against the doorframe. Nugget wiggled out of the young man’s arms, circling around his legs a couple times before trotting happily back to you. “Nugget, you little shit, what have I said about running off…? You’re gonna get us into trouble one of these days,” you grumbled, picking him up.

The young man huffed and began to walk off, seemingly disinterested in you. 

“Oi, if you’re lookin’ for a place to crash, this one’s good. Cops don’t come around, nor do heroes. Place is cursed, haven’t ya’ heard?” You piped up. The young man paused mid-step. “‘s got running water and electricity, too, surprisingly. Builders up and ran off.”

“You have zero clue who I am, yet you’re offering to share this place. You’re an odd one, little mouse.” He turned to look at you. “... the name’s Dabi.”

You grinned. “I’m Y/N. Nice t’meet ya, Dabi.”

[anonymousbimb0]

Yo ! I'm anonymousbimbo, tho for short , you can call me pip ! Some basic info -

I'm an artist, animator, writer, and content creator~♤

I'm demi-bisexual, my birthday is November 16th, im a senior, and not to brag.. tall 😈

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- Dishonored 1 / 2 💙

- Terraria 💙

- Starbound 💜

- Stardew valley 💜💙

- Undertale 💙

- Deltarune 🩷

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