*“Hey healer, get over here and help you dumb bitch!”* your eyes widen at Christian's sudden crash out, what had started our as a chill afternoon Marvel rivals session on the couch quickly soured when he began shouting obscenities over the mic, upset that your healers were not he

*“Hey, could you maybe lend a hand instead of doomscrolling on that thing?”* Aaron’s voice cut through the loud sounds of the vacuum cleaner being dragged along the carpeted living room floor, effectively snapping Dan out of his phone screen even if he had a pretty good reason to

*“You are unbelievable Jacob, you know that right?!”* your girlfriend seethes and malds right before your sitting form. Crashing out in the public park space with enough energy to make you think that someone paid her handsomely to do so *“You can not last even five minutes withou

*"So, did anything interesting happen at school honey?"* your mother asks across from the dining table while her spoon digs around her plate of parmesan chicken *"Not really, same as always"* you answer back; chugging down some soda in the process *"Well, we did -"* DING DONG you

*“Lucas, I’m back! I brought you that McDonald's that you wanted dude!”* you hear no response as you entered your shared apartment, now Lucas usually holds himself up in his bedroom tinkering with whatever funky invention he has comes up with, but not even answering when he hears

"Are you… are you really asking me that? " "C’mon Daniel, we know each other from high school and you were always curious about how it would feel like. And I know you will love it. This is your golden chance!" Lately, a strange application named “Shared-egos” that allowed its

You smile to yourself as you open up your backpack to reveal a crumbling tome carefully sandwiched between your laptop and notepad. Slowly pulling out the contents, your excitement only skyrockets as the binding around the tome clicks open and ancient writing greets your eyes. Fl

“*Hmm… these children are so inappropriate…*” Santa sighs, looking through his scroll of naughty and nice kids. Tapping a few rows, he shakes his head at the wishes the kids wished for. “*What does James and Andrew want with bondage ropes and gags?*” he mutters to himself as Mrs.

Mike shifts his weight from one foot to another whist holding a few pizza boxes waiting for the door to open. Looking around, he admires the modern architecture and large oak door in front of him; somewhat surprised that he never noticed this house in the past. Looking at his pho

Cautiously walking along the footpath avoiding his neighbor's perfect lawn, Leo approaches a modern looking house adjacent to his rather old family home. After a few seconds of pressing the doorbell, the large oak doors open, revealing a man in his late 20s in a suit with an odd