#i will be screaming as soon those full videos drop

[feelbokkie]

GUYS OUR ANGEL IS DROWNING

[cupcaketeddybehr]

when your credit card declines pt. 1

featuring: nanami and toji (pt. 2 with sukuna, geto, and gojo coming soon!! i was going to include it all in one but wanted to feed you guys because its been soooo long!)

thank you so much to @luvxoxo for the request!! i loved writing it and hope this is what you had in mind!! for anyone that has a request/just wants to chat, my ask box is open!!

so sorry this took so long! i promise i'm back 💗

Nanami

you decide to take yourself on a little shopping spree after surviving this week (or most of it anyways). today’s entitled customers pushed you over the edge, with the workday ending with a screaming match and the bakery closing early. after running it for the past five years, you hadn’t gotten a customer as rude as the one you got today. upset about their iced tea having too much ice, they proceeded to throw the entire glass on nobara, one of your employees.

after trying to call your boyfriend, kento, and his phone going to voicemail, you started to lose it. practically glaring a hole through your phone, you waited for the voicemail beep. when it went off, so did you.

“kento i’m so fucking annoyed right now. i hate everyone and i just need to go shopping. don’t wait for me for dinner, i’ll be at the mall.”

angrily speeding out of the bakery parking lot and to the mall, you slam the car door as you take out your credit card, ready to spend your entire life’s savings on retail therapy. you weren’t even sure how much you had in your bank account, but you were ready to test it.

you walk into onitsuka tiger and begin pulling things off the rack. after eying their newest runway collection in your favorite youtuber’s videos, you have your heart set on their winter coats and midi dresses. you also need at least two of their shoes in different colors.

too bothered to try anything on, you walk to the counter with everything in your arms. people glance over their shoulders at you, watching you periodically drop things on your way to the cashier. you grumble and bend down to pick the clothes up, still too annoyed to care about anything besides your shopping. as you approach, you spot a familiar blondie talking to the cashier.

he turns around with a concerned look in his eyes and a gigantic onitsuka tiger bag in his hand. he walks towards you after glancing behind him to thank the cashier. “sweetheart… i listened to your voicemail... are you okay? do you want to get some wetzel’s pretzels and talk about it?”

while you look at him, confused, he takes all the clothes from your hands and walks around the store to put them back. “we can get the cinnamon kind you like” he tries.

“ken, I was going to buy those.” you snap, mildy infuriated.

he pulls your resisting body into a hug and kisses your forehead. “honey, you spent almost the entirety of your bank account on those three pairs of gentle monster sunglasses last week” he chuckles.

you glare at him. saying “no i did not,” knowing full well that you did. your ‘entire life’s savings’ was currently at a grand total of 50 dollars.

he takes your hand and brushes your fisted knuckles with his thumb as hands you the giant bag in his hands. “text me next time you run out of money, okay? i want to provide for you.”

“but you never spend money on yourself, ken.” you say, slowly looking through the bag. in it is every single thing you had in your hands earlier and more. the black denim dress, long brown coat, navy blue shoes, and much, much more. you look up at your boyfriend, eyes watering at his gesture.

he shakes his head, “you and what you want matter more to me than anything else.” he runs his hand over the back of your head, fingers gently caressing your hair. “i know this week was especially hard for you so i had these waiting here for pickup since wednesday. you just beat me here.” he chuckles. “i know this doesn’t make up for those shitty customers, but i hope it makes you feel better.”

you hug him tightly, “how did you know?”

he kisses the top of your head, “i’ve been looking at your pinterest boards for inspiration”

you pull him in for a kiss, “genuinely, honey, I don’t know how i got so lucky with you.”

“i’m the one who’s lucky, sweetheart.” he says.

Toji

you walk through the mall with your boyfriend, squealing with excitement as you spot the new jellycat diner. “TOJI! look!” you point happily. “which one should i get? should i get the pizza? no wait, maybe i’ll get the hot dog… no WAIT-“

he chuckles, “doll, didn’t your paycheck just come in? you can probably get a bunch.”

you look at him with giant puppy dog eyes, “wanna buy it for me?”

he scratches the back of his neck, “uhh… i might’ve spent my entire paycheck at the casino… sorry, ma”

“oh my god, ‘ji, how are we supposed to eat?” you rub your forehead, “you promised no more casino.”

he pulls your hand closer to him, “i know… shiu wanted to go for his birthday and i got carried away. i’m really sorry, doll.”

you huff, “if you go again, i’m going to shoot you.” stomping off without him, you pick up the two jellycats you want and bring them to the counter. “just these two, please!” the cashier bundles them up for you and motions for you to swipe your card.

“your card declined, could you try swiping it again?” the cashier asks.

you internally panic. “sure!” you say, swiping it again. you’re starting to doubt the fact that you cashed your paycheck in. unfortunately for you, your card declines three more times and you end up walking out of the store embarassed and empty handed.

after listening to toji’s endless apologies on the way home, he promises to make it up to you when he receives his next paycheck. you nod, deciding to forgive him before heading out to dinner with your best friend, shoko. with the amount of money in your card, you’re pretty sure that all you can afford is an onigiri from 7/11.

as you pull out of the driveway, you think you hear the whirring of your ancient sewing machine, but you’re not quite sure. you’re not even sure if that thing works anyway.

when you return home, toji’s nowhere to be found. knowing that he didn’t have plans to work today, you wander through the rooms of your apartment, calling his name. when you get to the dining table, you spot a half-crumpled post-it and concerningly ugly plushies that you think are kinda ugly-cute.

as you get closer, you realize that they kind of resemble the pizza and hotdog jellycat plushies you almost bought at the mall. their drawn-on sharpie eyes stare back at you as you take in their half-sewn and half-glue-gunned appearance. they have hot glue strings and threads poking out of the sides, but you’re falling in love with them nonetheless. you laugh as you think about toji giving up on using the sewing machine halfway through. hugging them tightly, you read the post-it toji left on the table.

"hey doll, i’ll be back in a bit, just finishing up something real quick. love you" it reads, with a hastily scribbled heart.

fifteen minutes later, toji walks through the door, hair tousled and the real jellycat pizza and hot dog plushies in one arm and chinese takeout in the other.

he grins, “hey doll.”

you run up to him and throw your arms around his neck. “did you make these?” you ask, referring to his handmade plushies.

he grimaces a little, “yeah, they’re kinda ugly, huh?”

you laugh and shake your head, “no, ‘ji, i love them, thank you so much”

he hands you the jellycats in his hands, “i got the real ones for you too because i can’t fuckin’ look at my ugly ones”

when you look at his hands, you see that they’re covered in glue gun burns and bandages. you run your hands over the sewing machine and glue gun damages asking, “i thought you didn’t have money?”

“i pickpocketed people on the street.”

you look at him, “toji, please, for the love of god, tell me that you’re joking.”

he just laughs, “yeah sure doll, i’m just jokin’” he says, knowing you don’t believe him in the slightest.

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[buntobeans]

delirious venture after tooth surgery

warnings: blood, venture is like HIGH from anesthetic nothing much else

idk if anyone has written this but it's so cute seeing all those videos with people after surgeries being absolutely ZOOTED and having no idea what planet they're on

also i am NOOTTTT a dentist by any means im just going off of my fanfic delirium.... it's 4am this is a pretty bad work but i GAWT TO BE ON MY VENTURE GRINDSET

sooo we all know how sloan has a chipped tooth, right? not entirely sure what it's from, their chipper highlight intro or them eating a rock- either one is funny as hell

to say you freaked out was an absolute understatement, there was blood everywhere and sloan was just looking at you like:

:D

"amor, look what i found!" they hold up the rock in their hands so proudly like a cat that's brought back a dead mouse

"SLOAN, YOU'RE LITERALLY BLEEDING."

you force them to drop the rock/artifact or leave it with the wayfinders, ensuing in a very pouty sloan

one trip to the emergency room later sloan is ZOOTED

literally space ranger the way they are NOT on earth

you go to pick them up, they're in the waiting room

you're relieved by the fact that they're okay but you're absolutely not prepared for what comes next

the medical staff informs you that they're very out of it, slyly adding along that you must be "the partner with (e/c) eyes that sparkle in the sunlight"

the what

you enter the room to see them having an extremely animated conversation to anyone that will listen, whether it's the doctors or the potted plant on the table next to their seat

as soon as they namedrop you you feel extremely embarrassed

they're describing your exact appearance (like if you have brown hair, none of that brunette shit, they're saying "they have #5C4033 hair")

they describe your first meeting and first date in way too specific detail and the middle-aged lady next to them in the waiting room is just like "uh huh yeah if this mf dont stop talking they're gonna be in the emergency room AAGGAAAIN"

"SLOAN SHUT UP"

your partner takes a GOOD LONG LOOK AT YOU

like 30 seconds of just gaping, you really can see their chipped tooth in its full glory

"sloan, we're going home"

they gulp and stare up at you like their big wet eyes

"i can't go home with you"

"why not"

"my partner will get jealous"

"."

"by the way, my partner has the prettiest smile. i miss them" they're looking so sad as they said that, like you fucking died

YOU'RE RIGHT THERE

"sloan.."

"whoa.. how'd you know my name?"

"i AM your partner"

they blink

it's like they're seeing you for the first time again

their eyes are sparkling and they look like they're falling in love all over again

they give you a crooked smile, kind of slumping back in their seat cause you took their breath away, cheeks hotter than before

"hey there!"

you're exhausted from worrying over them and their tooth but they're looking at you like you're the most radiant being in the world- no- the universe

"oh dios mio.. see i was tryna be loyal but you came in looking really pretty and i thought (for only a second i promise, like, one second!) about cheating.. thank goodness we're together tho"

what

your heart does a few flips in your chest

suddenly you're kinda pissed that they had to get injured in their mouth because you want to sloppily make out with this rock munching idiot

the car ride home is almost abysmal

they're belting out stupid songs, randomly screaming deez nuts jokes even when you don't fall for them then cackling at themselves because it's funny to THEM, mumbling things in spanish you don't understand (you swear you hear a "te amo" in there)

it's stressful as HELL for you because you have to constantly check that their seatbelt is still on because they're excitedly looking out the window like a dog with its tongue out

they're also randomly shouting and pointing out shit outside like they're playing road trip bingo

you're thankful when they quiet down eventually until you hear

"Can we get married? I proooomise I'll take care of you.." They sniffle. "I've got the moneeeyy.. 'n I really think you were made f'me.. I jus' wan' t'be t'gether forever... I loooove youuuu..."

you nearly crash the car

JESUS SLOAN

you tend to them at home and it seems like all their object permanence has vanished

gone from this world

because whenever you leave the room to get them water that THEY REQUESTED, they start crying

"AMOR, WHERE DID YOU GO"

they regain their senses the next day and you realize

it's not REALLY that different

they're still a goober

though with less (full) teeth than before

but they're your goober :)

still, using that little marriage speech against them has them flustered because they've really been thinking about it, it wasn't just a whim from their anesthetic-fueled delirium

[girlsneedff]

AOT Men and Nicki Minaj Songs

Armin, Connie, Eren, Jean, Onyakopan, Reiner headcanons with reader

SFW & NSFW - Minors and Ageless blogs please leave this alone

ARMIN A. - Good Form

You were always confused why the fuck your friend would talk about his exes begging for him back, wildin about what he’s doin. He always seemed so embarrassed about it when his phone would be blowing up while you guys were out with friends. Once, he asked you to grab his phone, and a message came up. Usually, you wouldn’t look too deep into his phone- but it happened to be open to a chat from a girl. You almost dropped the damn shit.

It was a video. He was eatin the fuck out of some girl’s kat. The way that he was lookin up at the camera with those dazed eyes. His tongue lolled, forearms wrapped around her shaking legs- damn. Then went right back to work all while this girl is screaming in the back ground. Your hand went to your mouth so fast.

She texted:

“I miss you. Don’t tell me you don’t miss this too.”

He replied:

“Please leave me alone! And delete that video, it’s embarrassing…”

That lil dweeb is a freak-

You shut his phone off and hurried up to give it to him, trying to make your lack of eye contact seem normal. Especially since Good Form was playing in the background now. Specifically: “And when he eat the cookie, he got good form”

CONNIE S. - Beez in the Trap

Yk that goofy ass dance that 2 Chainz does behind Nicki? Yea that’s Connie. All the time. Every day. And you’ll feel his presence- just acting stupid behind you- but it’s best to not give him the attention. He comes with you to the beauty supply? Bein a weirdo. Payin at the grocery store? He’s moonwalking behind you, alarming the poor cashier. He’s lucky he’s cute.

“Connie if you don’t quit shakin ass behind me and act normal, thank you.”

“I’m not doing anything.. you must be imagining things.” He says, as he ‘subtly’ slinks back to his spot on your left.

The corner store cashier is just sick of it all today.

EREN Y. - Starships

He heard it for the first time while he was waiting in your room for you to get ready. Too embarrassed to ask you what the song was, he shazamed it, and now acts like he found it on his own.

If he’s not the one driving- he’s sticking his head out the window or standing up in the sun roof just feeling the breeze whilst belting this song. He’s lucky that there’s people to hold his legs, cuz homeboy would have been flew out of the car. It’s his favorite song ever- and he’ll say it proudly. He’s not about to let people shit on his tastes. This man is prideful- he dgaf what anyone says.

“Yeagar if you stick an appendage out the window, you might as well lose it cuz I’m not saving you anymore.”

JEAN K. - Your Love

Real suave guy. And the girls he pull is a testament to that. He views himself as a knight in shining armor. He thinks he’s the samurai in the music video… Ever since one of his lovers showed him the song, he’s resonated with it.

They ask if he knows a Nicki song- he says this one. Then Eren proceeds to dog him for it.

He tries to defend himself- swears Nicki is talkin about him. That’s where you have to check him.

“Boy- she is talk about a man with waves and a durag. Get serious before you piss me off.”

ONY - Needles

Drives a Maybach. Blaring music with the car bounce. Everybody wants to carpool with him, and he usually lets them (except for Connie, cuz he spilt Fanta Orange in his shit just after he came back from getting his car detailed). He definitely fucks people in his back seat. Just because of the fact that it’s a Maybach and he can get away with it- when the car is bouncing, people will never know if he’s getting his rocks off, or if he’s just flexing.

As soon as Pink Friday 2 dropped, and you played the song during a carpool somewhere, he now plays it at least 10 times a day. Full blast. Maybach bouncing off the walls.

“Boy nothing about you is shy. And at this point, your life’s a pile of needles-”

You begrudgingly get in shotgun, and say hi to everyone in the back.

REINER B. - Roman Holiday

Hb is crazy let’s not forget. He’s a workaholic. Came home stressed from work, and his just ranting and raving, and you tryna be the good partner, you’re tryna soothe him. Whether it be suggesting therapy, giving him head, or cuddling, man needs to chill.

This song is just his mental when he’s going through his day to day. I don’t even think that he would know what the fuck this song is, let alone know any of Nicki’s work (shameful).

“I don’t have any medication. Are you saying I should see a psychiatrist? And who the hell is Roman?”

“…it’s a Nicki song. Roman Holiday.”

“I’ve never heard of that song, or that artist.”

“Oh… this is real sad.”

[sunnyie-eve]

1 | All grown up

Series: Odds Together

Paring: Ryan Dunn x OFC Margera!

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: Mention of an abusive relationship

| MASTERLIST |

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Today I was returning home to West Chester after living in Ireland for a few years and LA for a few months. I practically had to begged my parents to let me leave because they wanted me to stay close. I was the only child they had faith in actually doing something smart with my life because I wasn't 100% like my brothers. My older brother was in a band and twin brother did stupid videos for a living along with skating. I mean when I was young I did videos with Bam but over time I wanted to focus on other things too.

When my plane landed I didn't see anyone waiting for me so I had to called my mom. "So am I supposed to get a ride home from the airport by myself or did you forget?" I ask her as I take a seat in a corner.

"I completely forgot! I'll have Bam come pick you up. I'm so sorry. Can't wait to see you." She ends the call so I just sit alone in a airport.

I don't know how much time passed till I heard someone calling out my name, "Annabelle Quinn Margera!" I get up from my spot. As I get closer to who was calling my name I realized it was Ryan Matthew Dunn.

"Do you really have to yell my full name out? It's very embarrassing." I say as people were looking at us walking, sitting, or standing by.

He turns around to face me and his jaw drops as he blinks at me, "Bam was busy so he sent me." He gives me a smile.

"Out of everyone... he sends the worst driver. And busy doing what? Screwing things up?" I ask not surprised as we start to walk towards the exit.

"I'm not the worst. And haven't changed have you? Well, I mean since the last time you changed." He chuckles.

"You mean me being mature and not a child? And yes you are... the accident." I come to a stop.

"You can be mature and still have fun. Have you seen Ape? Also okay... lets not talk about that. Ape still hates me for that." He stops as well to face me.

"Yes, I've seen her because she's my mother, Dunn." I say starting to walk again till we get to the car.

The drive back to the house was quite till Ryan decided to start asking questions, "Why did you leave? And so suddenly to?"

"Other than schooling... just to get away."

"Get away? Away from what exactly?" He looks over at me for a second.

"Life here. Living in Bam's shadow, losing your best friend to his ego, your parents expecting you to do something great with your life, you ex making up rumors, fall-, I could go on." I stop myself from saying the last part.

"No one believed those rumors, Anna."

"Yes, people did. Bam did at first and so did my parents because they adored him. I had to tell them my side of the story and make them believe I was telling the truth." I start to get upset thinking back to that day.

"I never believed a word that dick said about you. I was always on your side, and the other stuff I can kinda understand."

"No, you don't. You're apart of Bam's shadow making it bigger. He's still your best friend because you have an ego too." I look out the car window.

"Why come back if you left to get away?"

"I don't wanna talk about it." My voice cracks so I try to cough it off.

"Bels, what happened?"

"Please don't. I really don't wanna talk about it. Let's just pretend it's because I miss home." I look over at him and he nods his head.

When we got to the house Ryan helped me take my bags in. As soon as my mother saw me she let out a scream. "My baby girl! Look at you!" She runs over pulling me into a hug. "You're all grown up. Such a beautiful young lady. Don't you agree Ryan?" She smiles at him while I cringe.

Ryan looks at me getting embarrassed, "Yeah, she grew up." He says making me laugh at him.

"Where's the demon child?" I ask.

"Didn't he pick you up?" She asks me so I shake my head and point at Ryan.

"Bam!" She yells making him walk into the room.

"That's not my sister! Who the fuck are you?" He walks over to mess with me. "What the hell happened to you? You grew up. Now all the guys are gonna talk about how hot you got." He says making me shake my head.

"Please don't say that. You basically said I got hot."

"I'm not blind, you got better looking. Now I gotta watch the guys because I know how they are. Now let me show you to your new room." He grabs my hand dragging me up the stairs. "It was a wreaked room because I fucked it up so I fixed it for you." He opens the door showing me my new room.

"What's the catch? Everything is too nice." I cross my arms looking at him.

"The catch? Nothing. I fixed the room for you so you would have a room. I had my whole crew help out. Don't you like it?" He says with a big smile.

"Thanks. Now let me settle in." I shove him out shutting the door. I look around the room checking it out to know if it's really safe. When I figured out it was I get comfortable and unpack things. Laying on my bed my stomach started to growl so I go downstairs to get a snack and see the whole crew.

"Who's the beautiful lady?" Raab asks eyeing me.

"Hello Christian, Brandon, Edward." I smile at them going to the fringe.

"Annabelle?!" They all yell my name.

"I thought you said she was coming soon and not as in today." Raab looks at Bam.

"Why did you think we finished up her room today?"

"I-I... Whatever." He shuts up making me laugh.

"Anna, what's your plans for the day?" Bam asks me.

"I wanna stay in my room but I need to ask mom for her car so I can go shopping to fill my closet." I grab an apple closing the fridge.

"Let's all go shopping then. Operation get Anna clothes. Let's go." He grabs his keys and the guys run out of the house. "It'll be fun." Bam drags me with him.

The drive to the nearest mall Bam played all the metal music he liked. I didn't have a problem with it because my taste of music was basically a huge mix of everything. Bam also asked along the way what size do I wear so I told them. As soon a Bam parked my shopping trip turned into a competition. Everyone was to buy whatever, preferably what I'd wear, and when we get home I was to try everything on. I'd then have to choose who picked out the best options that I liked.

"The rules are no asking for help. If you see her you avoid her. We start now and don't stop till Anna is done shopping for herself. Go!" Bam says and they all take off.

I walk into a store and automatically see Rake looking through racks. "Would you wear this?" He shows me a top that was ugly to me.

"God no, and you aren't supposed to ask me." I walk away going to look at jeans.

I end up shopping for some clothes but also shop for other things just to make the room more homey for me.

"I tried my best to actually pick something you would wear compared to Raab. Dude saw anything he considered sexy and took it." Ryan walks up to me with his bags.

"I had that fear and I gotta try on all this shit on." I groan taking a seat with him.

"Annabelle Margera? Funny seeing you back." I look up to see a few girls I hated back in school.

"I don't understand why it's funny." Ryan speaks for me.

"Because you just disappeared and here you are years later." She laughs then starts to smirk. "Baby look who it is." I turn around to see who she was talking to behind me and see my ex.

"Anna..." He eyes me. "What brings you back home?"

"I missed my parents and brother." I start to feel uncomfortable.

"Why did you leave in the first place?" He asks making the girls giggle. "Was it because you were embarrassed about what happened? Oh and did you actually come back because you tried playing a victim wherever you were?" He lets out a deep chuckle.

"Fuck off, you dick." Ryan spits at him.

"Look fat boy still has a thing for his best friend's sister. You two would be cute pathetic losers together." They walk off laughing.

"I fucking hate them. Six years and they still act like they're in high school." Ryan says not noticing I was quietly cry. "Bels?" He leans forward to look at me trying to see my face. "Don't let him get to you." He pulls me into his side.

"I came back home because of a guy I was dating. I thought I could trust him... but slowly he got physical. Controlled me and forced me to do things. I was scared to do anything because he threatened me anytime I didn't do or say what he wanted." I break down to Ryan finally causing him to hold me in his arms as he rubbed my back.

"Ready to go because I've spent more money on clothes and other stuff than fixing your room." Bam walks up to us. "What happened?" He gets serious.

"Austin and some girls from high school." Ryan lies to him which I appreciated.

"Let's go home." Bam says helping me up and we leave to go home. Bam told the guys we would do the next part tomorrow since I wasn't in the mood anymore.

Back in my room I leave the clothes in the bags because the guys wrote their names on it so I know who bought what. "Knock, knock." I look over to see Ryan in the door way.

"You can come in."

"Why did you tell me? You said you didn't wanna talk about it earlier." He shuts my door.

"I trust you still. You were the person I told everything to before moving away. I mean, I was gonna tell you the truth much later but you were standing up for me... and I was crying."

"It's good to know after six years I'm still your person." He smiles coming to take a seat next to me on my bed.

"You've been my person since I was 13 because that first year I hated you for taking Bam away from me." I say making him laugh.

"Can you imagine if we never got along because I can't." He lays back on my bed.

"It would've been hell because you were always around and still fucking around." I lay back too. "So we're lucky we got along. Plus your my favorite out of the crew."

[hawkins-losers]

STRANGE-MAS DAY 1 | Steve Harrington x Reader

Summary: Steve gets a seasonal job at the mall...as mall Santa

Word count: 1.4k

Request: Could i please request this one “‘I’ve been very naughty this year.’’ for steve❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️

Can I get mall santa with Steve?

A/N: In this fic, Starcourt didn’t burn.

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After dropping Mike at Will’s, you and Nancy headed to Starcourt for some Christmas shopping. There was one week left till Christmas and Nancy still hadn't bought any presents — which made her really stressed. She was usually an early shopper, but with all the college applications and extra work she put into the school’s newspaper, she didn’t have much time to go shopping.

Being so close to Christmas, you offered to go with her for moral support — everyone needs it when the mall is this busy — and because you still needed to get something for your mom.

‘’Where to first?’’

There were people everywhere.

Nancy pulled out a piece of paper from her coat pocket — a list. Her sense of organization never ceases to amaze you. She had made a list with three to five ideas for each member of her family so her shopping would go smoothly and she won’t be going home empty handed or buy stupid things the commission employees recommend her.

‘’The Gap! I saw this sweater last month that would look really good on my mom. She even has a matching lipstick.’’

You nodded. ‘’To the Gap we go!’’

After three hours of intensive shopping, your feet were hurting so you got hot chocolate at the food court and took a much needed break. So far, shopping had been a success. You had found a pair of cozy slippers for your mom and Nancy was half-way done with her list.

‘’Do you think Mike will like the dices I got him? He probably already has some—’’

‘’Stop doubting yourself, Nance. Mike is a lazy person, he probably still uses the dices that came with the D&D game. He’ll love the fancy ones you got him,’’ you said, taking a sip of your hot chocolate.

Nancy chuckled, recognizing her brother’s laziness. ‘’You’re probably right.’’

The conversation drifted to stress related to college responses that should be coming in very soon and holiday plans — the usual for seniors at this time of the year. You had applied to a few colleges; some not too far of Hawkins, and some miles away from home. The fate of your future is in those responses, but you won’t stress yourself out over those responses and ruin the holidays.

You derived your eyes from Nancy and caught one of the ‘Santa, this way’ signs, suddenly remembering Robin saying she had taken a seasonal job as a mall elf. You shared the information with Nancy and decided to go say ‘hi’ before tackling the rest of the Christmas shopping.

When you got to the Santa's Wonderland set up, a hoard of screaming and jumping children were in line by the row of giant candy canes, excited to meet Santa. You quickly spotted Robin among the other elves — she was the tallest. You called her over and she waved through the line of children to get to you and Nancy.

She was wearing striped leggings, a hat with a bell and her pockets were full of candy canes for the children. Robin gave you a candy cane each and breathed out tiredly. ‘’It’s been madness since 10am this morning and it’s not looking to slow down. Steve came in late so there was already a long line when he sat on his Santa throne—’’

‘’Wait. Steve is Santa?!’’ Nancy repeated, a little too loud and getting death stares from middle-aged moms, offended she had possibly ruined Santa's magic for their children by saying Santa wasn't the real Santa. ‘’Did you know about this?’’ she asked you.

You shook your head, candy cane already in your mouth — your sweet tooth couldn’t help it. As his girlfriend, you should have known, but Steve hadn’t mentioned anything about taking the job of mall Santa. He mentioned asking Keith for more hours at Family Video, but nothing about the mall.

‘’He’s really good at it,’’ Robin said. ‘’Our boss was hesitant because he is young, but our Santa got drunk on the first day and got fired. We needed a replacement quickly so I vouched for Steve to him and here we are. The children love him.’’

You watched him interact with the kids from a distance. He made their faces lit up whenever he talked to them and even managed to get a few words out of the shyest ones. A smile curled on your lips. Robin was right, he was really good with children.

‘’Can I go in line?’’ you asked Robin, your eyes still on Steve.

Robin didn’t understand why, but she gave you a ‘go ahead’ sign and began talking to Nancy about the Christmas movie marathon at her house tomorrow night and which movies she should bring.

The line was slow and you got some strange looks from parents — what was a person your age doing in line to meet Santa? —, but you ignored them. From their perspective, it was strange, but Santa was for everyone, not just children.

‘’Okay, who’s next!’’ Steve called at the elf responsible for the queue, his voice deeper than usual.

The boy-elf in green leggings told you to go. Still sucking on the bottom of a candy cane, you walked up to the throne set up.

Steve groaned when he saw you. How did you know about this?

The other elf by the throne shared a look with Steve, silently asking if this was okay, but Steve waved them off and pulled you onto his knee like he did to other children, trying to keep his composure and not break out of character.

‘’Some kids are a little too big to be visiting Santa,’’ he said in his deep Santa voice, keeping in appropriate places and not on your thigh where he was used to.

You pulled the end of your candy cane out of your mouth, lips all red from the candy and breath peppermint-y. ‘’I thought I would come in person and confess, I’ve been very naughty this year.’’

Steve sucked in a deep breath, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you in close. ‘’Have you? That’s alright. There’s still a few days left to be good.’’

You reached a hand to play with the buttons of his costume, looking anything but innocent. ‘’What if I don’t want to be good?’’

A groan rumbled from Steve’s throat, suddenly regretting allowing this. If there weren't so many children around, his response would not have been very PG. ‘’What are you doing here?’’ he asked instead, keeping his voice low so no children would hear.

‘’You’re not gonna ask me what I want for Christmas?’’ You received a glare from Santa and dropped your act. ‘’Why didn’t you tell me?’’

Steve sighed, one of his hands absentmindedly migrating to your knee. ‘’Because it’s an embarrassing job.’’

‘’If it makes you feel better, you look good in red.’’ You covered his hand with yours.

The corner of Steve’s lips turned. He wanted to kiss your cheek in return, but held back. ‘’This costume reeks of sweat, the beard is so itchy it's giving me rashes underneath and I can't see shit with this damn wig and hat that keeps slipping off—’’

An elf red leggings and green dress walked up to Steve, interrupting your moment. ‘’Erm, Santa, the other children are waiting. Would you mind hurrying? We need to keep the line moving,’’ he hissed, nodding toward the queue of children.

You removed your hand from Steve’s. ‘’I’m going, I’m going,’’ you said to the elf, then turned to Steve. ‘’Nancy and I have some shopping to finish. I’ll see you after work…when you take off that beard and padding.’’

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[astrxlfinale]

"Oh ... wow, that's something else..."

Having drifted off to her screen in a moment of Caelus' intense focus on one of his games, Guinaifen's frame soon falls against his there they are, having fled to great, wide outside - fresh air ? People ? THe artificial sun that holds the shape of a deadly laser ? On days where the house is exceptionally rowdy ( ... and the dragon is actively looking for people to haul into chores ... ), there's no better escape than a bench under a tree and some proper snacks.

And, of course, the depths of the internet.

"Babe, babe, babe -" Guinaifen goes, attempting to get his attention. The Girlfriend Signal will get through sooner or later, she knows him that much; " - you gotta look at this ..."

For whenever he is ready, monster conquered or a new high scored guaranteed, there's a screen held up before him. One of the many wonders of the internet is how much information it contains, and how great minds come together to create beautiful things such as art, videos, games and... literature. Before Caelus' eyes is no small feat, oh no, it is a whole collection of Fanfiction. Not any Fanfiction, but the greatest, grandest Fanfiction of all time, one that seems to have originated from Penacony as the tags went ; #THIS SO REAL #REAL EVENTS #I SAW IT WITH MY OWN EYES.

It's a Fanfiction of ... Clockie and Caelus.

Five hundred thousand words.

Three thousands saves.

And far too many reads to count.

" ... welcome to the dark corner of the internet, babe."

Babe.

Babe.

Babe...

Why Guinaifen would absolutely be correct in that natural process of thought. Despite this new update giving him a slew of new challenges to triumph upon, gear to find, break effect to fucking level and struggle with all the same, he's soon snapped from his reverie. A tensed, turn based battle would be paused as he allows the phone to slide from his hand. Switching his priorities, he'd immediately chomp down a few of the Tuskpir wraps. A fragrant, sweet flavor is the best balm against the unknown.

"Mmm? What's caught those ol' honey eyes this time?" He mumbled, his mouth partially full as he nosily leaned closer to the phone. If only Caelus could've spiritually prepared himself for the spontaneous moment of hell coming to his doorstep. A simplistic mind like him often forgets that you can take a Streamer out the room, but you can't take the room out of the Streamer.

...

Did that even make sense?

Frankly, he couldn't give two fucks at this very moment once his eyes drifted across the material. It wasn't just Caelus & Clockie. No, it was Caelus/Clockie, a cardinal sin as the wrap found itself dropping helplessly across the spread blanket.

"Wh-- Whawha... The fuck." His voice croaked out, a growing, steel-like ball of dread building within his guilt as his hands immediately seized her wrist, drawing it close as the cracked open Pandora's box only revealed more of it's hell.

Mating Press. Dom Caelus. Bondage. uwu. Threesomes. Dreamjolt Fuckery. The Family Are Never Forgiving These Sins. Ahegao Clockie. Whipmommy Robin.

............

It was a fucking miracle he didn't fling that phone to the stars as some guttural scream escaped him from that moment. Suddenly that device felt like liquid Destruction as he tore his hands away, in fact his body seemingly vanished from pure speed before he drew himself up into a nearby tree. A perversive hiss escaped while his mind reeled across the numbing fact that people ate this the fuck up.

What in the hell was drawing them like pigs to the slaughter!?

"ONLINE BRAIN IS THE GODDAMN WORST." He spat, immediately drawing a vengeful hand at her phone.

"WHY ARE PEOPLE LITERALLY WOVEN TOGETHER BY HELL. LEAD ME TO THE FUCK WHO MADE THAT."

"I NEED DETAILS!!"

No, Caelus does not care he's making a scene to a group that looked at him utterly perturbed.

@avaere

[omniversentertwined]

@scumbag-the-hedgehog continued ask PT 2, Yako edition [ x ]

ㅤㅤThere had always been the potential that this would happen. Controlling one's creations through manipulation and fear only worked for so long as said creations did not gain sense or bravery. The fusion she'd crafted from multiple other mobians and the addition of an alien's DNA had so strangely repressed all prior memories of its experience with her -- in which she was a source of pain, and they merely her multiple captives. In place of those memories was an almost childlike attachment to her, as though she were their loving guardian.

ㅤㅤSurely, it would have continued that way, were it not for her creation stumbling across their project files -- reading notes and bearing witness to video logs. The truth was on painful display, for them, and their reality was brought crashing down around them. Memories that they'd buried for their own sanity are ripped to the forefront, and when she finally found them, their collective hatred for the one who had done this to them had resurfaced in full, as well.

ㅤㅤShe hadn't had enough time to properly react, barreled into and flung against the metal walls of her laboratory. Likely the only reason her head hadn't been crushed as the backside of a tentacle was roughly whipped against the wall she'd been flung into was because after the wind had been knocked out of her, she'd fallen instead to the floor. Though she'd attempted to desperately escape the next attack, however, the agonized scream as sharp stingers stabbed into the backs of her legs was sure to echo across the West Wing, alerting any who could hear it that something was very wrong.

ㅤㅤThis very scream was also likely what had drawn the speedster to her location, in the first place. Being slowly crushed within the grasp of her abomination, perhaps it was lucky that their focus had been solely on attempting to murder her. It gave him the opening he needed to launch his own attacks -- force them to let go of her, dropping her not far from her desk.

ㅤㅤFocusing on the immediate threat that kept them from their prey, they'd launched a counterstrike, and the altercation gave Yako the time she needed to drag herself with what bones and muscles were still in one piece towards a single drawer. A seemingly soon-to-be victory for the maddened creature, they suddenly lock up before ultimately collapsing -- the remote control Yako had grabbed activating the chip she'd planted near their spine long ago.

ㅤㅤIn no way could this be considered a victory for any side, however. There was no guarantee that her creation would recover, from this. The neural lock was meant to be a last resort -- saved only for situations like this, where she could no longer control them, and her life was at risk. The damaged she'd sustained, as well, was clear even to her. It was agonizing to breathe, and with a heaving of blood and bile, she could only assume her ribs had pierced her lungs, and other internal organs had been ruptured, as well.

ㅤㅤEven if she were taken to the medical ward, in this state, it was unlikely that she would survive. Perhaps the speedster had planned to attempt it, anyway, collecting her from the floor and telling her to just hold on as she cries out in pain. A singular feeling that she recognizes surfaces -- the pumping of adrenaline, the desperate desire to stay alive. Yes, she would always remember something as terrible as fear.

ㅤㅤ" N --- o o.. No, no n o--- I--- I do n ot--- want to di e.. N ot ye t--- p lease---please, not....nn ot ye t--- " Slowly ever-quieter, she repeats this. She pleads for help, choked whispers begging him not to let her die.

ㅤㅤBy the time they reach the medical ward, both her pleading and her heart have stopped.

[the-firebird69]

Train - Drops of Jupiter (Official Video)

I think he's singing it to me because he mentioned Venus and it's full of iron and said really yeah it was your people you have to have a stepped process so he says this no kidding and I said I know about it too and so do you know where you are and he says I sure do so you're in a church and you said I sure don't and yeah he's a little stupid and it's where my husband was near it it's Los Angeles Grand Central station for the train and he went there and he wanted to leave la because it's a nightmare like it is here in Florida if these people making it to nightmare because they really don't know any better and what he's saying is if we can't control them they should send them somewhere else people come in and they don't allow things to work they should go somewhere else and we're not maintaining it and Thor and Freya have been screaming it for so long and I feel bad. And ours you're going to see why the plan is working our group of secretive response were super spies egotarians thoughts gods and goddesses and we're doing the job with power and everything we got it's an illusion that we need help with yeah. But delusion is that these people are doing it and it's supposed to affect them not us and apparently they're too many of them and now there's not that many of them but they are in a different mode so we actually don't have control. Now we're going to talk about this huge huge storm on Jupiter

Hera

The drops of Jupiter in her hair this idiot is calling himself Jupiter and blows his brains out in Hit girl and no it's the movie Kick-Ass and he's fighting her and he stumbled and fell on his own and blew his brains out probably another eighth of his memory is gone it wasn't pretty soon we'll be no area untouched but you have to start over again and he is a poor person now in that movie is coming up pretty quick. It's a lot of people that are excited about Comic-Con and they want to get in their costumes and do work and they have to with that movie is insanity and see you find out what it's about it's about transformers of Will and Bill and it happens after the battle the movie Thor Ragnarok they find out where they are I read them and they don't know how to make the stuff and they try and replicate them and they don't do too good it is very complicated stuff and there are two simple to do it that's a while they might learn though and they do have factories and we have to take the ones that are available now it is what Thor and Freya are doing we have a time limit

Hera

We're up against it now and we need to collect the rest is about 10 factories out there and I mean 10 companies with factories each company has probably 2,000 factories but there's only 10 complexes so there's 100 complexes that we have to go after and each complex is about 10 by 20 miles eight out of the 10 are in Middle areas and those should be easy and as a matter of fact there's nobody in them so he says to just according them off and get the personnel moving and the interior and we are going to do that now

We have other things to announce that I want to get this out there it's a wonderful story it's kind of what it's like to live here but he's going to tell people and they won't believe him

Thor Freya

Olympus

[death-in-shift]

Nyctophobia - Short Story

A/N: I've been procrastinating on this short story for months and now I'm finally writing it. I also couldn't think of how the story should go until I thought of writing prompts and ideas. Like I mean I was picking at my own brain. But anyways, please enjoy!

“Get back here, you poor excuse of an angel!” The Queen, Angelina, yelled at her son as she chased him down the halls of the manor.

“I’m sick of you! I have done everything for you and Celeste but you guys are so ungrateful!”

Omarion felt like he was going to drop. His legs felt like jelly and he was out of breath; but he can’t stop running now. He didn’t want to go back into the dark closet again. Worse case, in a room with no source of light. For every mistake he’s made, he gets sent in there. There were times he was forced into the room or closet even if he didn’t do anything.

Looking behind him was a mistake…

He saw one of Angelina’s true angel forms, like the ones that would be seen in the final boss fights of a video game.

The poor angel tripped and curled up. Fear coursed through him faster than the adrenaline, his heart was beating so fast, it felt like it was going to burst out of his chest.

Angelina stalked towards Omarion, stretching her long arms towards him, soon dragging him into a dark abyss. He kicked and screamed with all his might until he completely submerged into the darkness.

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Omarion woke up while covered in sweat. His breathing was quick and he patted himself frantically, checking to see if it was all a dream… Well, nightmare. Once he realized he was in his new home, his mind was put at ease.

‘Fuck… That was too real.’ He thought to himself as he pushed the covers off. ‘I really thought I was back in that manor.’

The demonic bee floated into the kitchen to pour himself a cold glass of water. His mind was still distracted by the nightmare he had. It still baffled him that he and his twin were finally free; that they were both living off-grid and starting a new chapter of their life. Luckily, the rest of their siblings, father, and step-mother only know where the twins are now. If only they were treated with unconditional love and respect, this all wouldn’t happen.

A stream of cold water hit his feet, making him snap out of his thoughts. The feeling of wet socks is a cringe worthy yet a disgusting feeling that’s worse than a shower curtain sticking onto the skin. Omarion mentally scolded himself as he grabbed some napkins to clean up.

After he was finished, he took the glass water and floated around the underground place. As much as he wanted to not think of the painful memories, he couldn’t help his mind wandering off into them. He remembered the little orbs of memories Jae recently unpacked within the extra room. They called it the Salle De Mémoire. The demon eyed the direction of the house, contemplating on going in. On one hand, he wasn’t restricted from going in there. On the other, it’s a risk for him since he’s still spooked. But after a careful thought, he shrugged off and flew in.

Maybe exposing himself to the memories may completely numb him from the nightmare.

Omarion made his way to the first orb on the very left side. It held memories of both twins when they were young angels. They seemed happy, carefree, and even full of life. He smiled at the times he saw himself and Jae giggle, floating around the lively yard within the manor.

‘Maia was there.. She was having fun too..’

He felt a small tug in his heart. Watching his big sister having fun yet constantly reminding the twins to be careful made him miss her dearly. He was always told to be careful of himself and others. 

He moved onto the next orb, seeing the memories of when he lived with his father. The demonic father was known to be cold yet calculating. No, he was not a murderer, but he was definitely not the one to mess with. Once he got back with his ex-wife, all of the Michaelis siblings were happy. It was those ‘right person, wrong time’ moments. The father may not be an empathetic or emotional demon but he still held a special place in his heart for his wife and children. The family would spend time together, living happily as their authentic selves, and being there for one another. 

This is something both of the wanted; to be loved unconditionally.

‘Dad was always a cold demon. He had a cold heart, but he still kept it warm for us, even for his new wife. I wish Jae and I can see him again..’

While Omarion was distracted by the memory orbs, Jae appeared in the room, hanging upside down from their web. Their eyes turned orange as they observed their older twin’s body language and emotional state. The twin telepathy they possessed brought the same emotions Omarion felt except they were able to tolerate it.

“Why are you up so late?”

“AAHHH-!” The older twin became startled, he then faced the younger twin. He placed a hand over his heart and proceeded to answer. “I had a nightmare.”

“About what?”

“About the manor... It felt so real I thought I was brought back there. I mean- I know they can’t find us right now but still!”

Jae slightly frowned. They crawled off of their web and approached him, carefully bringing him to his feet. They hesitantly wrapped him in a warm, comforting embrace, gently patting his back. The second Omarion was pulled into the embrace, he let his tears fall. He immediately hugged them a bit too tight and hid his face in their shoulder. The younger twin didn’t care about the tight hug or the tears staining their shirt, they cared more about his well-being.

A few minutes passed by and Jae was the first to pull away.

“You’ll be ok, believe me.” They weren’t sure how to offer comfort, but they did their best. “We escaped the family and that’s what matters. We have our own freedom now.”

Omarion looked at his twin with a teary-eyed look.

“But the bounties… I don’t want to lose you too…”

“That’s why I train with you every day. You changed into your demon form and I’m helping you discover your powers. I know I can be strict, but if you’re not better than me, then I failed you. You need to be able to defend yourself if I’m not there. But trust me, I will be there to help you, even if I die trying.”

The honey bee demon’s lip trembled, he wanted to speak but his words balled up in his throat. He gently leaned his head on Jae’s shoulder once more. 

Jae understood that he’s still suffering from the ongoing nightmares.. How restless their twin was. It started to affect him through his daily life. All they can do is to be there for him and help him overcome this stage.

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[moonrisecalamityretreat]

public enemy || hanji || trial 3.3 || re: futaba, yuriko, sayuri, loic

Hanji sort of just shrugs when they're scolded-- talking with their mouth full rather simply felt more convenient than wasting time chewing and swallowing before they could talk. And it'd be even more of a time-waster if they said something sillay in response, so they move on. Now, they're pulling up an intricate looking lock puzzle, something a lot less noisy to work on than the ghost cube.

"Hm. I reckon th' responsibility o' th' case rests in th' fact that the culprit failed to save Rowan. Responsible fer not keepin' 'im alive, rather than fer actively killin' him, eh? So it ain't matter if it was an accident of another person's or the shitty carriage. We're jus' lookin' fer whoever was there with him last."

Which probably sounds more terrible than finding a killer, but just like always, that wasn't Hanji's concern, and it never was.

"A plant, huh... I'd be surprised if who dun'nit wou'dda been in any stable mindset to even think 'bout plantin' shit in such cryin' hysterics. But t'entertain th' idea, I'm inclined t'believe that, since th'blood smear was aligned towards enterin' th' lounge, the makeup wipe was most likely th' plant. They were cryin' remember? There's even proof of tears." Because i licked it "Maybe they had a wipe on hand, an' anyone would wanna hide th'fact they were cryin' if they were out an' about.

But th'key here was that, 'cos they were cryin', they wiped their makeup away, and 'course, you'd wanna redo it as soon as possible so no one could tell y'were cryin', yeah? It'd make more sense fer sum'un in a hurry t'go to their own lounge to do that immediately. In such a hurry t'conceal yerself before th' body gets found-- a body that was announced with a death scream, mind you-- you prob'ly wouldn't notice y'left behind blood at all. Especially if th' body was found as fast as it did; maybe they only didn't see th' smear 'cos everyone was called to th' crime scene as soon as they were done reapplyin'. So if there was any plant, it'd be th' make-up wipe."

Of course, this could be wrong-- they weren't the killer after all, so they wouldn't know at all how it went. But this was the fun of mysteries, wasn't it? Putting yourself in the killer's shoes, and thinking about how another human would've acted in such a situation... This game was fun, it just sucked that real people had to die. This all would've been better off just being a video game concept.

"Th' evidence wouldn't make sense th' other way. I'd much sooner notice I dropped sum'n on th' ground on my way out, and I'd be too busy prioritizin' my appearance an' washing off th' blood off'a me to even think about smearin' it on th' opposite wall, while it's easy t'look at a wipe in yer hands and see it as an opportunity.

Blood couldn't have been planted after reapplyin' either, or that'd mean they did their make-up with a stinky nasty blood finger. It's easier t'plant a wipe in this case than blood, 'cos it could've been dropped before or after goin' into a lounge, while th' blood could've only logically been placed before, 'til it's washed off their finger. Andunder the assumption th' culprit was prioritizin' cleanin' themselves up over planting, th' latter seems unlikely."

Between the soft clinking of the lock puzzle in their hands, they huff, as if talking had already become tiring.

"So. We're lookin' fer sum'un who has waist-long hair, knows Japanese, and wears makeup, eh? That's three people. But we still need t'pay attention t'the tone o' the apology. To those not familiar wit' th' language, 'suman' is rather casual compared t'the more polite 'gomen' or 'gomenasai'."

After all that, they never point out who those three people were. Instead, they just close their two cents with something unrelated.

"Let's not complicate this case by bringin' AEDS into it. The bitch who lurks said an AEDS comeback is impossible, remember. 'Cos 'everyone forgot same time', as they said.

We'll benefit more from lookin' at th' evidence an' buildin' a timeline, than entertainin' wild what-ifs."

[jungk0oksthighs]

Over The Odds | Outside

Pairing - jungkook x reader

Genre - angst, smut, fluff, S2L, ceo!jungkook, sugardaddy!jungkook 

Word count - 1.4k

Drabble 9 - You run into a familiar face at the supermarket 

warnings: swearing, self-loathing

FULL SERIES COLLECTION

Jungkook: I need to see you

Jungkook: Please talk to me Y/N

Jungkook: I’m so sorry that this has happened

Jungkook: You moved out of you apartment?

Jungkook: Where are you? Please call me

Jungkook: I miss you

You haven’t seen Jungkook for two weeks now, you’ve been sleeping in Jimin’s bed every night crying yourself to sleep as you scroll through the endless sea of articles and posts about the video leak. Jimin’s tried to put you on a phone ban, he thinks that torturing yourself the way you are is unhealthy and is only making things worse. He’s not wrong, you know you shouldn’t be Googling yourself every hour and reading each and every post that pops up but for whatever reason you can’t help it.

According to one of the many articles you’ve read Jungkook’s legal team are working tirelessly to find the source of the leak and have managed to get the original video taken down – of course people have saved and shared it on numerous websites by now, it’s still out there and probably always will be. You figure you can’t hide underneath Jimin’s bedsheets forever and that’s what’s lead you here, the local supermarket, at almost nine pm, even if you are wearing a black cap and face mask to try and conceal your identity from the public.

You’re standing in the queue with a basket full of snacks and a box of tampons when a familiar voice drags you from your thoughts, as well as a large palm resting on your shoulder.

“Y/N?” His voice is quiet and surprised.

Turning round you sigh with relief as soon as you register that you know this person, and that it’s not Jungkook. “Hey Taehyung.” You offer a small smile, though it can’t be seen through the fabric of your face covering.

“What are-, where have you-,” Taehyung’s tripping over his words, he’s holding two protein shakes and a few bars, you figure he’s just left the gym judging from his damp grey workout clothes, “How are you?” He asks with genuine concern, his big brown eyes swimming in sympathy.

“Fine.” Is the only word you manage to choke out, “How did you know it was me?”

“I recognised your bag.” 

Note to self, change bag.

“Ah.” You nod as you move further down the checkout line, “Makes sense.”

There’s a brief pause while Taehyung internally battles with what to say, eventually going with, “He didn’t leak the video Y/N, his camera was stolen.”

“Not now Tae, I don’t wanna talk about this.” You’re putting your snacks and feminine products onto the conveyer belt, trying your god damn hardest not to crumble in front of his best friend.

“Don’t worry I’ll get those,” Taehyung adds his shopping to your pile and steps in front of you, red credit card in hand. “I don’t know if you know this but I got the original video taken down, the police are currently trying to trace the IP address it came from.”

“Thanks.” You mumble, feeling guilty for acting this way with him when he’s being nothing but nice to you. He’s a good person and whether you want to admit it or not you’ve missed his company, “How have you been?”

“Tired, but I’m okay,” Tae smiles reassuringly before his face drops, “He’s in a bad way though… He misses you.”

“So he keeps telling me.”

“You’ve spoken to him?” A flicker of hope brightens Taehyung’s features.

“No, he keeps texting and calling me but… I don’t want to talk to him.” And you mean that, the last time you saw him you were screaming at him for leaking the video – something everybody but you is adamant he didn’t do.

At this his best friend nods slowly, “Why haven’t you blocked his number then?”

“I-,” You open your mouth to speak but no words come out, why haven’t you blocked his number? You’re frowning, visibly confused, “I-, I don’t know.”

“Y/N…” Taehyung’s usually sharp features soften, “I promise you he didn’t do this.”

You sigh, tears beginning to cloud your vision, “If he didn’t then who did?”

“I’m working on it.”

“—Do you guys need a bag?” The male cashier asks lazily, presumably sick of his retail job, he’s looking between you waiting for an answer when suddenly a realisation dawns on him, “Holy shit, you’re that girl! The girl on the video!”

“Mhm.” You uncomfortably shift in place.

“Oh. So not only do you have a dead-end job that barely pays your rent but you’re a pervert as well!” Taehyung’s voice is loud, loud enough for you to freeze on the spot. He’s usually such a bubbly personality, you’ve never heard him call anybody out like this. “Fucking asshole. Who gave you the right to—"

“Taehyung it’s fine.”

“Nah it’s not fine Y/N,” Tae waves off you words as he chuckles humourlessly to himself, the young man staring at him with wide eyes, “You’re lucky there’s a security camera up there.” He points to the ceiling.

“Can we have a bag?” You cut Taehyung’s threat short, dumbfounded that he’s even making threats in the first place.

“Yeah, uh-, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to offend you. It’s just well, yknow you’re famous. I’m sorry.”

“Just scan our shit and stop talking.” Tae bites, aggressively throwing everything into the bag once he’s begrudgingly paid for it, “I’m so sorry Y/N, I should go back and take that guys jaw for a walk.” He says to you as you both walk out of the supermarket, he’s swinging the bag of snacks with each step, only to be seen by two camera men who are waiting outside.

“Y/N! Y/N over here! Any comments on the leak?”

“Can you confirm if yours and Jungkook’s relationship was a façade?”

“Y/N any plans to release any more adult content? You’ve got a lot of fans!”

“Where’s Jungkook?”

You pull your cap further down your face in a final attempt to conceal your teary eyes, this is exactly why you haven’t been leaving the house. Naively you thought the buzz surrounding this story would’ve died down by now, but no, you can’t even buy snacks and tampons in peace without somebody recognising you from that god damn video.

“Come on I’ll give you a ride.” Taehyung rushes you into his silver Audi, closing the passenger door behind you, “Leave your cap on they’re still here.”

As tears cascade down your cheeks at a rather impressive speed, Taehyung drives off equally as fast. His profile is set rock solid, you know he’s angry and truthfully so are you, you just want this to stop. It’s when you remove your cap and messily wipe away your tears that he glances in your direction with an sympathetic look.

“Are you staying at Jimin’s place?”

“Yeah, I got kicked out my apartment so...” You exhale, looking at the quiet road ahead of you, “Thanks Taehyung.”

“No need to thank me,” He changes gear, “Even if you’re not my best friend’s girlfriend anymore you’re still my friend. I’ve always got your back.”

“Thank you.” You say quietly, stomach flipping with regret as it dawns on you that he’s right – you’re not Jungkook’s girlfriend anymore.

“And if you need any legal help, when we find out who did this… I’ve got you, okay?”

You take a beat before you muster up the courage to ask what’s really on your mind, “How bad is he?”

Tae looks in your direction for a brief moment, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly, “He’s a mess. He’s hired three private investigators to get to the bottom of this, I’ve never seen him like this.”

“Do you think I should call him?”

“I know it would mean a lot to him if you did.”

x

[immortaldesiresproject]

Hello friends and fans!! I finally have some updates for ya’ll!

I’ve been working on this project alone for months, specifically since the day Pixelberry announced they will no longer continue forward with Immortal Desires. I was so crushed and saw so many other players and fans feel the same way. So, I decided to start messing around with making my own fan sequel after seeing @itlivesproject @thedistantshoresproject and @nightboundthesecond doing so well and seeing amazing products. I’m going to school for a BA in Game Art and Design, and my minor is Creative Writing, and I thought this would be a good go for my first video game. And I couldn’t be more excited to see things falling into place! I now have a writer onboard! Meet Mir! @timetravesty​ Hey everyone, I’m Mir and I’ll be helping out with the Immortal Desires 2 project! I’m a writer here on tumblr (couple of months till I hit the 1 year mark😯) and am really excited to be a part of this amazing project with everyone, but more importantly, helping deliver an amazing story to a series that ended too soon! Since we might know each other for a bit, some fun facts about me 🤔I’ve wanted a dog since I was around 6. I probably listen to my Spotify account 20/24 hours in the day.My favorite video games to play are animal crossing, stardew, undertale, Minecraft, and I was pretty into Haven recently, which I highly recommend 😌My favorite ghibli movie (since I had a marathon recently) is spirited away.I’m very excited for the future of this project and please look forward to future updates! 😗Nice to meet you all!

We’re still slowly moving, but, Mir and I have started expanding upon the plot points I’ve had planned for a while. We’re confident we’re going to be able to work well together to deliver a wonderful, full story for all of you.

And I couldn’t forget Ally! @fuckyeahilovemarcolinfan​

I’ve been a long-time fan and player of Choices; I started playing in December of 2016, but I started getting into the fandom somewhere around the end of 2018, and started on an IG that I created way back in 2014. I didn’t really intend to make my IG account about Choices, but I wanted to connect with people who have the same interests as me, and to share my ideas and opinions about the book releases. A very dear friend of mine started teaching me how to collect assets at some point in time, and I’ve been kind of considered a Spoiler Queen ever since then lol. I focused on posting premium scenes because I want everyone to see those scenes since not everyone can afford them. I started making edits way back in October 2019 because I really wanted people to distinguish me. All in all, I’m very fortunate that my best bud showed me how to access these assets.

Ally has been wonderful in helping me acquire assets and just being super supportive and so helpful. She is so enthusiastic about this project and has been just giving the best vibes!

Now that you’ve met the team, time for some awaited updates for ya’ll! First, lets start with the preview!!.

So, to state the obvious, this is everyone in their formal wear! I have also given all of the side characters formal wear, but I felt like these are what the people are screaming for! And of course, we have our lil Sethy-poo included in here too and he got a makeover! If you would be so kind to click play at the video at the top because it’s featuring a rough draft of the title song. It’s my own lil creation, however, I’m recruiting folks from my local music scene to not only help out with this project, but to help support their bands and their projects!

Super bummed that the quality of these dropped because of the formatting, but I have included all three of the new expressions I’ve created: playful, shy, and disgusted. All of the main and primary characters have these faces! I have also gotten all of the female MC sprite sheets done, most of the female clothes, and all of the hair; I’m so excited to give you guys that update in the future!! From here, Mir and I will be working on a very rough draft of the story. I will continue working on assets for the MC since almost all of the primary/main characters are done. 

The next update will likely be a few weeks from now; I’m not sure what I’ll have for ya’ll quite yet, but please stay tuned and ask any and all questions. Thank you all for the overwhelming amount of support and love; it’s greatly appreciate between me and the team.

[messrsbyler]

byler headcanon (childhood edition) where…

i’m sure that more than once Lonnie got home late at night, reeking of beer, stumbling and barking orders and insults. and i’m sure Will knew what that meant. another fight was coming, a night full of screams and doors being slammed, his mother being exhausted and yelling at his dad until they were tangled in a battle that none of them ever won. those nights, Jonathan would come into Will’s room and say “let’s go for a ride”. a ride always meant the Wheeler’s house, where Jonathan would drop him off, babbling thanks after thanks to mrs. Wheeler for letting Will stay the night before he head back home to help handle the situation.

at first, Mike didn’t know why some nights Will would appear at his room with a plastic bag where a quick change of clothes and toothbrush and been shoved rather unceremoniously, twisting his fingers in the hem of his pajamas and looking shaken up. he never cared to know a reason, at least at first. Mike was always thrilled to have his best friend over, especially because those nights his mom would allow them to stay up past nine (nine thirty). Mike also didn’t know why his mother, who was so persistent keeping Mike’s sleeping schedule on the dot, was so flexible whenever Will stayed over those nights. he also never questioned this.

Will would always be a bit quiet at first, settling into the Wheeler’s basement and curling up on the sofa, knees to his chest and head bowed as if he was trying to take up as little space as posible. it took time, but Mike always managed to break through that shell, whether it was by doing something silly like fitting a pair of pants on his head to pretend he was an elf with long hair or by just commenting on the new board game his mother had bought him… DnD. all of Mike’s excitement for having Will over would soon rub on Will, and whatever had soured his mood would soon be shoved to the back of his mind.

but then there was this one night. this one night Will showed up as he usually did, at his door, looking shaken up, with a red nose and marks under his eyes. he had been crying, and Mike couldn’t figure out why. he tried to do it all. showing Will his new trick of throwing popcorn in the air and catching it with his mouth, share his video games with him, bring out his toy swords so they would play to battle each other. but all his efforts were useless. Will wouldn’t stop shaking, his eyes wouldn’t stop watering and he wouldn’t stop looking down at the floor with his gaze lost.

“Will?” Mike asked, giving up on his last attempt and deciding to sit next to his friend instead. when Will didn’t say anything, Mike tapped him on the shoulder. Will jumped back, making Mike retreat as well. Will’s eyes were wide open and a single tear fell to his cheek. he looked… scared. “Hey,” Mike said, tilting his head to meet his friend’s eyes.

a beat of silence. two beats. and then, “Hi.”

“why are you sad?” Mike asked with a frown.

Will hitched in a breath and his hazel eyes rested on the thread sticking from his shirt. he pulled on it twice before saying, “he left.”

“who?”

“my dad. he- uhm… he left home.” Will turned to Mike. “i don’t think he’s coming back this time.”

Mike’s brows dipped even further. “oh.”

Mike then thought back to his parents and wondered if it was even allowed for one of them to leave. he didn’t think so, but he could be wrong. he knew Dustin’s dad wasn’t around either, though the thought kept feeling strange in his head.

he didn’t know what to say. Mike knew Will probably needed words and comfort. he looked at the edge of breaking down into sobs. but how could Mike know what to say to him? sure, his parents fought a lot and it was awful, but that little fact seemed like a drop of water next to Will’s ocean of issues with his family, with tides that kept knocking him out of balance and to the ground. and besides, Mike was bad with words. most times than not he said the wrong things because he didn’t took the time to think about them first. if he said something wrong now, Will would probably start crying, and then he would cry more, embarrassed of crying in front of Mike.

so, instead of saying anything, Mike scooted closer and set his hand right next to Will’s, close enough so their pinkies were touching. Will didn’t move and didn’t look at Mike. he then linked their pinkies together and tugged gently at Will’s, twice.

Will sniffled and tugged back, twice. they didn’t play that night and didn’t watch any movies. they didn’t talk either. at some point, Will started sobbing and Mike, to give him some space, grabbed the comic laying close to the couch and pretended to read, so Will wouldn’t noticed him hearing him cry. with one hand he turned the pages even though he was taking none of the story in, and with the other he held Will’s pinky, tugging here and there twice so Will would tug twice back.

they fell asleep on the couch like that and by the next morning, when Jonathan came to pick Will up, Mike interlocked their pinkies once more and smiled at Will, who then smiled back at Mike.

from that day on, this new tradition grew, a way to communicate with the other when words didn’t seem to fit the situation. so whenever one was worried about the other, whenever they suspected the other was having a hard time or was sad or simply under the weather, they would reach out across the couch or underneath tables and interlock their pinkies. two tugs to ask “hey, are you okay?”, one tug back to say “yes” and two to say “no”. and whenever it was no, they simply stayed like that until the bell rang or one of them and to return home. it was their little secret, a way of checking on the other without needing words.

[scarlettriot]

Stood Up

You (Y/N) get stood up from a date and Kaminari decides to do something about it.

Pairing: Kaminari/F!Reader

Contains: Fluff, Flirty Denki, Established BakuSquad Friendship

Warnings: 18+ Below the cut, Minors DNI! Swearing, Electro-Stim, Overstimulation, use of pet names (cuddle bug & cutie), oral (F receiving), consensual recording

A/N: Well, here we are with the third in my Stood Up series. There is also Bakugo & Kirishima if you're interested. This one took me way too long and it's also my first time writing Kaminari at length. I hope you all like it :)

Word Count Starting Below: 2,461

You slipped your foot into the silver heels you had picked out. Something a little fancier since this was a first date after all and you wanted to make a lasting impression. Not only that but this was your first first date in a while. Being a Pro Hero made life busy and dating difficult.

Practically the entire day leading up to this very moment revolved around you either getting ready or babbling with excitement to your closest friends.

An alert chimed on your phone with a text from your date, a smile sliding onto your face expecting to read some message about how they were on their way and that they'd see you soon, but that wasn't what you were met with.

Instead, it was a screenshot of your Instagram page, multiple of them actually, all of you and the ridiculous photos you took with your friends but mostly with one Denki Kaminari. The most recent of which was from a tea shop he met you at just earlier that day so you could show him the shoes for your date.

The message below was simple and more than enough to leave a sour taste in your mouth, this isn't what I want to see when I'm supposed to be taking you out tonight. What, one date a day isn't enough? Why are you even dating? Does your blonde boyfriend know?

You giggled at what they were implying, quick to explain how these were all your friends, they had been since high school! They are people you spent what little free time you had with. Especially Denki, your best friend since you were 15!

That joy you felt started dissipating within the next few messages. You hadn't even had a first date and they were already jealous, and that was something you didn't have room for in your life. So, you slipped the heels off your feet and put them directly back in the box to return when you had the time. Tight black jeans and fitted top were exchanged with a hoodie and sweats although your makeup and hair stayed done, you didn't have the energy to undo your hard work.

Instead, you slid back into your computer chair, your headset snuggly back on your ears and before you notified everyone you were back online, you took a moment listening to the chatter of your friends.

"Shitty Hair! Fuckin' pay attention!"

"Yeah, man! We're getting slaughtered over here!"

"Less yelling at Kiri! More shooty shooty!"

"All of you are hopeless..."

Eijiro chuckled out an apology that was accompanied by a lighter giggle also coming from his mic. "Think this is gonna be my last round for a bit, guys."

"You're so fuckin' whipped." Bakugo scoffed, before screaming profanities.

"Is it whipped if I'm the one who's wanting to get her into bed though?"

You clicked your mic back on then. "Hey, remember last week when Kats forgot his push to talk so we all heard him getting head and we party whipped because someone couldn't focus?"

"You better shut the hell up right fucking now!"

Everyone else roared with laughter. "Yeah! At least I have the decency to mute myself!"

"Hey, wait a sec, why are you online, Y/N!" Denki noted, "You should have already left!"

You screenshot your messages to the group chat because it was far easier than just explaining the ordeal.

"Cute shoes." Eijiro and Kyoka commented at the same time.

There was a lull as their game ended and the messages were read.

"Ya don't need 'em if they're gonna have their head so far up their ass like this."

"I agree." Hanta chimed in. "They're not worth your time."

"Still, sorry they turned out to be a shit." You could hear the frown on Kyoka's face, "I know how excited you were."

"Right, you doin' okay, Y/N? I can stick around and we can all shoot some things!"

"Thanks, Kiri but I'll be just fine! Go spend time with your girl!"

One by one, everyone signed off. You pulled up Spotify and Stardew Valley, something of a comfort for you to get lost in for the rest of the night.

Less than an hour later, you noticed your phone lighting up with your best friend's familiar smiling face. "What's up, Denki?"

"Open your door! I have my hands full and don't wanna put everything down to get my key!"

You sprang from your desk and rushed to your door. Sure enough, on the other side was Denki with bags in both hands and his phone tucked between his ear and shoulder. You grabbed it and a bag before he had a chance to drop anything like the klutz he was. "What's with all this?"

"I feel bad."

"Why? You didn't stand me up?"

He fiddled with the edge of a paper bag. "Yeah, but, we both read those messages and no one said anything but they didn't just call our group out, they called us out.

"Denks, it doesn't matter to me-"

"But, it does to me! You were so excited about this and I got in the way, unknowingly but, still! So, I gotta make it up to you now!"

He pulled out take-out boxes from your favorite restaurant. Two bottles of your favorite wine. Your top three favorite movies and video games, and a board game you both had been meaning to try. "I mean, if they think I'm your boyfriend I kinda gotta live up to the hype, right?"

You really wanted to insist that none of this was necessary. That just because some person that neither of you really knew that well, assumed something about your relationship that didn't mean he had to blame himself for it.

But, you had to admit, this was really sweet. It shouldn't have come as a surprise to you that he knew everything you liked but it was nice. Instead of sitting across from a stranger, making awkward small talk, and trying to learn about one another, you were barefoot in your kitchen, laughing with your best friend while he plated dinner and you poured the wine.

Formalities were out the window. Both you and Denki were eating dinner in your living room, laughing and drinking just as you'd done a million times before. You snapped a photo of the delicious food on paper plates, toasting good times with your cheap wine, ready to post them to your Instagram.

"Gonna make them more jealous..."

"I think they made it pretty clear they don't want to see me so why should I care?"

He shrugged. "I just thought they might, you know, come to their senses that they obviously lost."

"I don't really care either way." You wandered back into your kitchen, putting away the leftovers, "They can forget I exist or they can stalk my page like a creep. If someones' gonna try and tell me I can't be friends with my friends or just not listen to me, then I don't want them in my life. No matter how good-looking they are."

Denki watched you from the sofa, a bit of a lopsided grin on his face that had butterflies taking flight in your stomach. "What?" Laughing to hide the bit of a crush you always had on the man. It was unavoidable you told yourself. His personality was infectious and had 15 year old you head over heels.

He pushed back bright blonde hair back off his forehead and just shook his head. "Nothin'. Uh, what's next? Video game, board game, or movie?"

You peaked on the counter at the options. "Well, we probably should have checked this but the board game needs at least four people to play... guess we'll have to save that for our next game night. Is a movie okay?"

Of course, it was.

You brought over the DVD with a refill of wine and he pulled a blanket down off the back of your sofa.

It really didn't take long, just fifteen minutes or so, and you were curled up into Denki's side. You'd make grabby hands for your wine glass and he'd pass it over with that damn grin again.

And not long after that, he'd pulled out his phone, angling it to take a picture of the two of you. "What are you doing?" You could see him on his own Instagram, tagging you, with the caption, Check out my cute cuddle bug.

"I thought you didn't want to make them more jealous."

"I decided I don't care either. You're mine tonight, their loss. And since you're mine tonight, I get bragging rights." He snapped another quick picture of you rolling your eyes at him, and then he kept snapping them.

"Denki! Why!"

"Because you're cute, cuddle bug! I like having all the pictures of you that I can!"

Even as you tackled him back down on the sofa, pinning him below you, he still managed a photo. "Bet if I post this one, they'll really get the wrong idea."

You could have moved. You were the one on top of him and you had his arms above his head. You had the power here and yet you just lingered above him.

"Y/N? Not that I'm one to complain about having a beautiful person such as yourself pinning me down, like, it's kinda hot, but..." Looking down into half-lidded golden eyes, you wondered why you had to become best friends with such a damn flirt! "Are you gonna take advantage of this situation we're in or are we just gonna keep dancing around this for another decade or so?"

You couldn't have heard him right? No... no this was your brain playing tricks on you because he certainly hadn't had that much wine tonight. You sat upright on his lap. "Another decade then, Y/N?"

"You- ha- you should stop that, Denki."

He leaned up, moving his arms around you, "Gimme a good reason to and I will."

You didn't have one. And not just because you've been in love with him for ten years but also because he was your best friend. The only reason to not go through with it was the possibility of losing your friendship if something bad were to happen but, you really didn't think anything would.

Denki might have been a serial flirt but he was surprisingly loyal in all the relationships he'd been in, not that there had been all that many serious ones.

"I'm not hearing anything." He teased, his face getting closer to yours. You could count each and every one of the faint freckles that littered the balls of his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. "But, I promise, if you tell me no, I'll stop, won't push this any further."

This whole thing seemed like a frickin' whirlwind, happening faster than your brain could really process the situation but you didn't want it to stop either. You wanted to take it further, didn't want to say no.

Which was why you coiled your arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. There was that small little buzz of electricity that tickled your lips when he'd kiss your nose or cheeks that was now playing on his lips, on his tongue when you welcomed him in.

He leaned back again, pulling you with him until you were both a pile of needy hands and breathy pleas. Everywhere his hands roamed you felt that faint trail of shock against your skin, making the little hairs on your body stand on end.

Clothes were shed, tossed haphazardly around your living room, both of you pausing to laugh when Denki managed to land your hoodie over a lamp. His attention was drawn back to you quickly though, still perched on top of him but now he had your chest on full display since you'd forgone a bra when your date canceled.

Electrifying tongue twirled around your nipples, sensitive normally, now it felt like you knew what it was like when he fried his damn brain. He was eager, relentless even, pulling and sucking, another hand giving your other breast a similar treatment. He had you so focused that you let out a broken moan when slender fingers found their way into your panties.

"Fuckin' hell, Denki."

The bastard winked up at you, nipple still between his lips and before you could retort, he sent another small jolt through you.

You were blatantly grinding down on his hand, reaching behind you, you found him completely solid, barely being contained in the tight black boxers he wore. You had enough sense to tug them down and wrap your hand around him making his teeth sink into your soft flesh, whining when you stroked him.

"Y/N..." He whimpered, his hand momentarily distracted from his ministrations gave you enough time to shift in his lap to scoot forward putting his cock in front of you. In one swift motion, you had his length between your slick. "Oh fuck, cutie!" Golden eyes were squeezed shut while you moved along him, feeling that pleasant curve he had, you could only imagine what it was gonna be like to have him inside you.

"You're being a little tease, ma-makes me wanna do all sorts of things to y-you."

He was kissing your neck, your chest, shoulders, and arms, anywhere on you that he could reach. His hips bucking up into you, just trying to hit that perfect angle.

Strength and agility were something most overlooked when it came to Denki Kaminari but when the man wanted something bad enough, he found a way to get it.

He had your ass rising up in the air with a harsh thrust of his hips and a small squeak from you, giving him exactly enough time to scoot down on the sofa so you were sat atop his face. If you complained, he didn't hear you. Denki already had your thighs around his head and his tongue devouring you completely.

Little shockwaves rocked you while you cried out his name, hands fisting blonde locks just trying to stay upright.

One orgasm from you apparently wasn't enough, neither was two but on the third, Denki finally relented, allowing your heartrate to come back down and your gasping breaths to come in more steadily.

You slid back down his body, his erection now smack against your ass. His hair was recked, face completely flush but he had the biggest grin on his face that you'd ever seen.

Denki kissed both your cheeks, "You are so amazing, cutie!" Kissed your lips, "You taste better than anything I've ever had!" And one more on the tip of your nose. "Doin' okay?"

You nodded, starting to really gather yourself again, and by this point, you really just wanted one thing.

"I wanna... Denks... can I take care of you now?"

"Sure, cutie! How do you want me?" The wiggling eyebrows had you rolling your eyes and pushing him on his back again.

It took little effort for you to position yourself above his cock, and with how slick you were, his bright pink head slipped right inside. He held your hands while you scrunched up your face, sliding all the way down him until he was completely sheathed within.

The curve was immaculate. Hitting in just the right way that had you moaning with just a couple thrusts from him. Before long, you were eagerly bouncing on his cock. Riding him hard so he filled you up each and every time.

You barely registered him reaching for the coffee table, his phone now in his hands. "What're you doin'?" You practically slurred, slowing only slightly. He tapped the camera lens with a wicked grin. "Seriously?"

"We could make 'em really jealous now..."

Somewhere in your brain, you knew your date wouldn't give two shits, in fact, this probably would have only validated their thoughts about your's and Denki's relationship but with his cock stuffed so deeply into you, kissing your cervix in the most beautiful way, you really didn't give a damn.

You and Denki put on the best possible show you could think of. You were overstimulated, sore, and completely elated! He balanced the phone against the wine bottle so neither of you had to try to hold it.

This way he could play with your breasts or squeeze your thighs while you dug half-moons into his chest. Shocked with the playful zaps he sent right to your core.

Your makeup you'd didn't feel like taking off now ran down your cheeks with tears. Your hair was a mess thanks to him pulling at it.

Denki had you howling through another two orgasms, telling you how perfect you were, how nice you felt squeezing him so tightly, your nails felt so good against his skin.

It was only when you collapsed against his chest did he hoist your hips up so he could ram into you, pulling out just at the last second with a strangled cry of your name.

He wiggled himself free, grabbing a towel from your bathroom and cleaning you both up before stopping the recording.

"You're, hey you're gonna send that to me right?" You asked when he handed back your hoodie off the lamp.

He dropped a kiss on your lips, plopping down beside you on the sofa again and you noticed your email already up and the video uploading. "Obviously, we share all our videos and photos. Why would this be different?"

[buttercream-squad-imagines]

Little Red Dress

Pairings: Harry Lewis x fem!Reader, Callux x sister!Reader Word Count: 1.8k Warnings: Swearing, some violence, maybe a few spelling mistakes Request: Idk if this is a request but like a secret relationship with Harry that you hide and you like calluxs sister or something like that and when he finds out he gets really mad or something

How you had gotten here you didn't know. It was a question you had continually asked yourself for the last five or so months. You hadn't long moved to London, where your older brother Callum lived. You had wanted to be closer to him, not that you were far anyway but you were very closer to your brother.

There were quite a few years between you and the older boy, you being born when the latter was 7 years old. Now at the ages of 22 and 29, the two could not be more inseparable. Despite having different fathers - both of whom hadn't stuck around long enough for the pair to remember them - you and Cal were like peas in a pod. With no father figure for you to look up to, you naturally clung to the boy growing up, and Cal being the only male in the house, quickly took on the protector figure for both you and your mum.

As awful as you felt leaving your mum back at home, you had been missing your brother desperately since he had moved to London so long ago, having spent the latter majority of your school years without him. Now after graduating from university, you finally felt free enough to move to the city with your brother and make your own way in life.

That was nearing a year ago, which led you to now. The situation that you were currently in, sneaking around with one of your brother's best friends.

You had met Harry before you could even have been introduced by Cal in one of the most cliche ways ever. Being the clumsy git he is, he had bumped into you in the hallway of your new apartment building and had spilled the contents of the box you were carrying all over the hardwood floor. Awkwardly the man had tried to pick up the contents in a hurry, spitting out apologies to you and once again dropping things from his arms in an attempt to put them back into the box. It was something you had found very endearing and is a quality of his that you adore.

In an attempt to apologise for both spilling the box full of stuff and then dropping the contents whilst trying to pick them back up, Harry had offered to help you bring up the rest of your boxes. It was there that you both ran into your brother, who was visibly confused as to how his cumbersome best friend was talking to his baby sister like they had known each other for years.

Cal would never actually admit it to you but witnessing that interacting had a large pit forming at the bottom of his stomach. He knew how Harry could be and knew from the look in his eye that he had quickly found an attraction in you.

Any spark found in Harry's eyes quickly distinguished when he learned of your relation to Cal, knowing how protective the older boy could be of his baby sister, but nothing could stop the fluttering feeling the boy got when he was around you. Not even Cal's warnings against dating his sister. Warnings that his other friends got, to his relief, all of which assured Cal that his sister was out of bounds. Pleased with the responses, Cal never had a second thought, something you were glad for.

Something you weren't glad for however, was the feeling of uneasiness you got whenever you were with Harry. You almost felt guilty for being with him, even more so for keeping it from your brother.

Your boyfriend of five months, however, was quick to chase away that feeling with his affection. You got to see another side to the boy that many of the people in his life never got to witness. It gave you a feeling of euphoria knowing that you were the object of Harry's affections, and affectionate he was.

When the two of you got to spend time at your apartment, the boy could not remove himself from you. Whether he was lying in bed editing a video, cuddled into your side, or sprawled out on the settee with his head nestled in your lap, he always had to have some body part touching you. His hand always found yours when he was particularly anxious, something that happened quite regularly, which was one of the traits you found most endearing. It warmed your heart to know that you were able to calm him down.

Something you did a lot was steal Harry's clothing. There was just something about those jumpers, especially the sidemen merch, that was just so comfortable. Even after insisting on getting you some sidemen clothing of your own, so he could continue to make use of his own wardrobe, you still wore his. You had told him very shyly that you liked wearing his clothes because they smelled like him, and it brought you comfort when he was away visiting his own family.

Harry thought he might have broken down then and there. Not that he would say it out loud, he secretly loved it when you wore his clothes but knowing that you would wear them when you missed him? He felt like he was on cloud nine.

Which is how you found yourself right now, snuggled on your sofa, drowning in Harry's jumper and a fleece blanket, watching the TV. Harry had been away visiting his family over the new year, and wasn't due back until the following day but you missed him dearly. Your phone had been forgotten in your bedroom, your only distraction was reruns of Grey's Anatomy, a show you had already watched religiously.

You hadn't realised how much time had passed as you easily lost track of time when you got into a show. You also hadn't realised that your brother had been trying to get hold of your for over an hour. Which is why you were startled when you heard the click of the lock turning.

"Y/N?" The sound of your brother's voice filled the small apartment. "Are you in here?"

"On the sofa." You called back with a yawn. He could easily hear the drowsiness in your voice, he would put his money on you falling asleep within the next hour.

"You didn't answer my calls or texts, I was worried." He scolded gently.

"I left it in my room to charge, sorry for worrying you." You stretched causing the blanket that covered you to drop to your lap.

"Whose? Whose jumper is that?" Cal inquired, suspicion laced in his tone.

"Oh, is it not yours?" You asked, trying to cover up the fact that his best friend's jumper adorned your body and was currently the reason that you were about to be outed.

"No. You know that's not my jumper Y/N. It's too small to be mine." You winced at the hardness in his voice.

"I must've picked it up thinking it was yours. Oops." You tried to play it off coolly, and your brother seemed to be coming around to the idea that it was just a misunderstanding. Thank God, you screamed internally.

"Right." He sprawled himself out next to you and let out a groan when he noticed what you were watching. "Really? Grey's Anatomy? You know I've experienced enough hospitals in my life without having to watch this garbage."

"How dare you?" You gasped playfully, whacking the older man on the arm. "I'm not turning it off, so either accept it or leave."

"Fine."

A week later, Cal was visiting Freezy and Harry's apartment to hang out with the boys. You were meant to be coming soon though as you and Cal were going out for lunch. Cal was sprawled on the sofa and Harry was on another, whilst Freezy was in the bathroom. Cal's suspicions once again peaked as he noticed Harry wearing the jumper you were wearing just a week ago.

"I'm sure that's the jumper Y/N was wearing last week." He muttered loud enough for the younger boy to hear.

"Is it? She must've picked it up by accident and thought it was yours." Harry spoke coolly although his stomach felt like it was doing backflips.

"Hmm. That's what she said." He grumbled. The two fell back into a comfortable silence scrolling through their phones, waiting for Freezy to arrive back from the bathroom.

"Harry, I'm sure you've got some secret girlfriend you're hiding from us or something." The loud voice of Freezy echoed through the apartment.

"What?" The boy in question stumbled over his words. "Why would you say that?"

"Well, if I had to guess, I wouldn't put you down as the type of person who used Sunkissed raspberry shampoo and conditioner." He cackled.

"So, what if I did?" Harry's heart was racing, trying to play the situation off. Even if the boys found out he was seeing someone, they still wouldn't know who. That's what he was trying to tell himself anyway.

"Right, so you're telling me this dress from the washing basket is yours too?"

Harry's face dropped as Freezy held up the little red dress that you had thrown in the washing basket after a night out. A night out with your brother and his friends.

"What the fuck Harry?!" Cal seethed, gripping him by the collar of his jumper and shoving him into the wall. "My fucking sister!"

"Oh." Was the only thing that come out of Freezy's mouth once he had realised the severity of the situation. Your brother on the other hand was seeing red. What they hadn't heard was you entering the flat, having heard the shouting from the hallway. Cal raised his fist, bringing it to meet the side of Harry's face, who hadn't said a word yet.

"What the hell Cal?!" You exclaimed, marching over and pushing him away from your boyfriend.

"When were you going to tell me?" He asked you through gritted teeth.

"I don't know what you're talking about." You honestly had no idea what was happening right now, but if you had to make a guess, you'd put your money on Cal having found out about your relationship. You could count on one hand how many times you had seen your brother as angry as this. Not ever had it been directed at you though.

"Stop lying Y/N!" He roared making you cower into Harry behind you and let out a small whimper. "Come on, we're leaving."

"No!" Your brother grabbed the top of your arm and began pulling you away. You tried to shrug his hand from your arm, but he held on tightly. "I'm not leaving."

"Fine." He spat, storming out of the apartment.

"Hey." Harry whispered softly, touching your arm gently.

"I'll just leave you two." Freezy muttered awkwardly, leaving to go to his room. Harry pulled you into his chest and wiped away the tears you hadn't realised had fallen.

"It's okay." He assured you. "It'll be okay."