#And call and facetime

[breakandbuildfiction]

Long Distance Relationship (Hell)

Danny meets Charlie when he is introducing himself as the new Ghost King to Lucifer and the two end up hitting it off and catching feelings. Unfortunately for them, Danny can’t just give up his life on Earth or his duties in the Infinite Realms and Charlie is dead set on finding a way to redeem Sinners so she has to stay in Hell. So they try and make do with Fenton-made cell phones and the occasional visit, but as Charlie’s hotel is finally opened and some of Danny’s subjects start to protest his place as King, the two find themselves resenting the fact that their other halves were always so far away.

[youreyeson1y]

HELP! I HAVE THE RIGHT NUMBER!

or, in which hyunjin slips in his number at a fansign

pairing: hwang hyunjin x reader cw: nothing but cringe; i tried my best lol requested: by anon image count: 5

stray kids masterlist | smau requests are open!

[petitesmafia]

sidenote i'm just picturing Dazai and Ranpo's absolutely frantic messages/communication to each other. Dazai's just like "DOSTOEVSKY'S ABILITY—" and at the same time Ranpo's like "TRIPOLAR SINGULARITY—"

[bjarkanart]

"THAT'S RIGHT!"

I saw two versions where it was Imogen fangirling but remember how Laudna can hype her girl at times? It's wild 👀

Also, I took some inspiration from Grandma_Lavi on Twitter (the origin of the meme is there too) and added a dark purple aura around Laudna and at the bottom right corner because I liked the idea of her powers getting out of control because of all the fangirling she's doing.

I hope this is okay, I never draw exaggerated and extreme expressions so that was... an experience 😂

[p1nkprincess444]

⋆.˚✆ ʟᴀᴛᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴄᴀʟʟs - Clyde {ᴇʟᴇᴄᴛʀɪᴄᴋ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʀᴇɴ} ✆˚.⋆

female!reader x clyde

word count: 517

contents: 18+, phone sex

You and Clyde had been going out for sometime now. You both had been sneaking around. You hadn’t really done anything more than kiss one another, until you got a call in the middle of the night. 

“ Mm- hello..? ” My voice was groggy as the phone ringing woke me from a deep sleep.

“ Shit- did I- wake you, I just can’t sleep-.”

I could hear the breathiness of his voice followed by the soft sound of skin hitting skin. “ Clyde- why can’t you sleep, ” my words were gentle and followed by a yawn.

“ Fuck Y/n/n- I just needed to hear you, ” small moans interupted his sentence as he sped up his movements.

As I began to become more awake it became obvious what Clyde was doing. Clyde was touching himself to my voice. “ Clyde are you touchin’ yourself right now? ”

Clyde’s cheeks heated up and a pink tint covered as he realized he’d been caught. “Yes- mm’ sorry baby.. ” 

A blush crept on to my cheeks as I thought of Clyde touching himself to the thought of me. “ I- I’m not upset baby, ” my hands were trailing down to my panties as I listened to his quiet gentle voice while he apologized. “ I wanna see you, ” my voice grew needier as my fingers rubbed slow circles on my clit.

“ You want to see me baby, ” his hand began to move up and down his shaft faster as he let out soft moans.

“ Please- just let me see you- please, ” I was practically whining into the phone as my fingers pushed into my needy cunt. I moved my phone away from my ear as I propped it up on a pillow before I switched on my camera.

Clyde’s eyes immediately locked on his phone screen as he watched your fingers pump in and out of your cunt. Clyde quickly turned on his camera, his hands fumbling as he tried to prop it up. You watched as your screen was displaying Clyde stroking his cock while his hips bucked up into his hand.  Your movements matched the speed of his hand while you moaned in unisom. Clyde’s eyes were glued on the screen as he watched your back arch as you curled your fingers, hitting the perfect spot inside yourself.  

“ Baby- you gonna’ cum for me? Gonna’ cum all over those pretty fingers for me, ” his movements grew more desperate as he neared his high. 

You moaned Clyde’s name over and over like a mantra as you began to come undone, you felt your cunt squeeze your finger as you came around them. Clyde’s high followed soon after as his cum spurted from his cock covering his hand as he stroked himself slowly. Once he pulled his hand away his shaft was glistening with his cum. You both cleaned yourself off as you got comfortable in your beds. 

“ Can we stay on the phone, ” Clyde asked a bit hesitantly thinking you’d say no. 

You nodded in response as you looked at him through the screen. You both fell asleep together as you felt the drowsiness from coming down from your highs.

{ꔫ just a little blurb ꔫ}

[schn-tgai-saavik]

Saavik and Spock on the phone

Part 3 of dad and daughter parallels

[musingsofahufflepuff]

stop it, i’m in love

[haunted-phantom-student]

Freaking love Mickey bribing the prison guard so Ian can FaceTime Lip and see Fred

But

Wouldn't it have been so hilarious and so much more realistic if Lip hadn't answered a FaceTime request from a random number in the middle of the night?

[strategicjazzhands]

Two pretty best friends (Daniel’s the therapist)

[cuthechicane]

jendo miami 2024 compilation featuring:

"lando is very level-headed"

"i reckon lando pole" ;)

"he was in for a fight even without the safety car, very proud of him"

"nico was 111, you were 113, he's beaten you both, how do you feel about that?" "he's just better."

"he's a confident driver, he's very skilled, and he's a team player"

"i don't think there's one person in the world that watches formula one that's upset about that victory"

[paradoxunknown]

Nah cause the more I think about it…

I know DAMN WELL that the ENTIRE BCC were scheming in the group chat like a bunch of SICKOS. EVERYONES ideas pinging back and forth with his Lordship like ping pong balls.

Better yet, you know damn well Mox & Bryan had Regal, Yuta, and Claudio on a fucking conference call planning ideas too.

[athena-theunicorn]

Person A: I'll hit you with a chair.

Person B: There aren't any.

Person A: There's one up your ass.

Person B: I don't keep them there.

Person A: There's probably enough sticks up there to make one.

[aperturals]

he said i don't care that you all want to move on…..WE ✊ are staying here

[fallout-fucker]

Random Sole x Hancock Headcanon - Emails.

Sole figures out how to get some sort of online connection up and running again purely so they can send emails to Hancock's terminal from their Pip-Boy whenever they're apart. Love sick idiots.

Cue Hancock blushing and kicking his feet whilst reading the emails. He invents the ;) emote. Sole, in turn, makes the ^-^ and :3 emotes.

They both invent selfies. Hancock's the first to send one when he realises he can send pictures. It's a fucking process but he barters for old parts here and there and gets help from Kent. Eventually he has a working camera for his terminal. The first selfie was him stood on his couch, high af and surrounded by an assortment of baked goods (Edibles) he made. The email said 'Look what I can do ;D'.

He regularly sends pictures of what he's baking or random selfies when he's high.

Sole then made a similar upgrade to their Pip-Boy the minute they could. They send him random pictures of cats and other creatures they see in their travels. Cool views or old, historic buildings and art they think he'd enjoy. A collection of Dogmeat being cute. They sent one of Danse falling over. They send him pictures of books they'll think he like. Usually literature, history, or STEM stuff. Sole also takes pictures with their shared friends and lets them email him too from their arm for a quick update.

They also show off their new builds and inventions. Gun mods, armour, ect.

They also share a 'Spotting Deacon In The Wild' collection. They have a running joke that every new disguise they spot is a 'Deacon Variant' or new Deacon 'Synth'. They add names for each 'character' and the email will say '[Insert Character Name] Deacon Unlocked!' Like, Butcher Deacon, or Diamond City Guard Deacon, etc.

On that note, they invent memes. Usually from pictures of other companions or each other.

Like when Nick was 'sleeping' one time (Wide eyed stare Synth style) and Sole sent a picture of him, captioned 'Me after the horrors'.

Or when Preston was stood looking out at the Sanctuary River after a long night. Coffee in his hand. His hat and one shoe missing. Expressionless as he stared at the sunrise.

Hancock replied 'Me fucking too, brother'.

Sole will update him on their whereabouts regularly so he stays sane.

Hancock will tell them about how Goodneighbour is doing. From Mayoral plans to general gossip. How Daisy is doing, how the local kids are, etc.

Sometimes Hancock sends the most cryptic chain spam looking things when he is stoned.

Sole can email him whenever they're nearby and plan on visiting.

Hancock sometimes requests items if he knows they’re on their way, but only if they happen to come across it or already have whatever it is.

Will email them questions that he doesn't actually mean for them to answer. Just questions to the void, really. He just uses them as an outlet for his thoughts a lot.

Or for help on a crossword puzzle.

Sole will email him when they can't sleep just in case he's also awake. Nights feel really lonely when everyone you knew died 200 years ago.

Sometimes they ask him for knowledge. Like 'Do you know if this plant is poisonous?' or things that most Commonwealthers know for survival, but Sole is still figuring out.

They ask him for leadership advise. Especially during big decisions.

They both tell each other things they've seen/heard through the grapevine that they think the other should know. 'I heard that guy you were looking for was seen in Bunker Hill' 'Some Gens 2s were spotted patrolling Medford Hospital' 'Hi :) Sorry for the late response, I was running for my life :( Tell your traders to stay away from the East Bridge- Gunners'

[kathlare]

burning midnight

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: Lando Norris celebrates his podium finish at the 2024 Chinese Grand Prix with a late-night FaceTime call to Amelie, who is enjoying the afterparty back in Mexico. Despite the physical distance, their flirty and teasing conversation highlights their growing connection, even though they continue to keep their relationship private.

Wordcount: 0.9 k

Warnings: just fluff

April 21st, 2024 - Shanghai, China

Lando Norris sat in the cockpit of his McLaren, heart racing, but it wasn’t because of the adrenaline from the race. It was the kind of nervous excitement that came from seeing a certain someone’s name flash across his screen. The Chinese Grand Prix had been a grueling challenge, but he managed to take second place after starting from P4. Max Verstappen had taken the win, as usual, and Checo, had come in third, giving Lando a rare podium finish in a season that had been anything but predictable.

The race had finished late, and as he pulled into the cool-down room, the noise of the team’s celebration was like a distant hum. He pulled his phone from the side pocket of his seat, immediately checking for messages. There were a few congratulatory notifications from friends, fans, and family, but his eyes were fixed on the one name he was really waiting for.

Amelie.

He’d already sent her a message before the race had even started, knowing the time difference would have her at the party by now. She’d texted back a few words of encouragement earlier, but it was still early morning for her in Mexico, and he knew she’d probably be knee-deep in tequila and music by now. He hit the FaceTime icon, his thumb hovering for a second before pressing the call button.

The ringing tone echoed in his ear.

After three rings, her face appeared on the screen, bathed in the soft, golden glow of the hotel lights. She looked gorgeous, as always, but tonight… tonight she was stunning. He couldn’t help but let out a low whistle. She was wearing a red dress, tight-fitting and showing off her curves in all the right places. The strapless design left her shoulders bare, the waves in her hair cascading down in soft curls.

—Fuck, darling…— Lando mumbled under his breath, momentarily distracted by her beauty.

—Hey, Lando!— she greeted, a bright smile lighting up her face. —Congrats on the podium! I just saw the highlights, you were amazing out there.—

He grinned, his eyes still locked on her. —Thanks, babe. I’m pretty happy with P2. But I’m more focused on the view right now.—

Amelie rolled her eyes playfully, crossing her arms. —You’re such a flirt, Lando. You’re already thinking about something else, aren’t you?—

He chuckled. —Can’t help it. You look… wow.— He bit his lip, his voice lowering a bit. —That dress? Definitely made for me.—

Amelie laughed, but there was an underlying tension in her voice, like she could feel the same pull between them. —You’re bad for my self-control, you know that?—

—Same could be said about you,— he teased. —You look fucking incredible. I’m trying not to imagine what else you’re wearing right now.—

Amelie raised an eyebrow, leaning in slightly, the subtle shift in her posture making his pulse spike. —You’re lucky I’m in a good mood after your race, or I’d make you regret that comment.—

Lando’s grin widened, the flirtation coming easy between them after months of teasing each other, getting closer and closer despite the distance. It was a dangerous game they played, especially since the public still saw them as just good friends, even though they both knew the truth. They had been dating in secret for nearly five months, ever since November, but neither one of them wanted to risk the publicity. It was easier this way—flirty, but never quite crossing the line in front of the cameras. Still, their connection was undeniable, even to the fans.

He leaned back in his seat, the memory of Coachella from just a week ago creeping into his mind. Amelie had been absolutely mesmerizing on stage, her performance setting the crowd on fire. He’d stayed for most of it, only leaving when he had to for an early flight the next morning. He hadn’t been able to stop thinking about her since.

—So, what’s going on there? You’re already at the afterparty?— Lando asked, trying to distract himself from thoughts of her in that damn dress.

—Yep,— she replied, swirling a glass of something in her hand. —It’s a bit crazy, but I had to sneak away for this call. Wouldn’t want people getting the wrong idea about us.— She winked, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

—Who says that’s a bad idea?— Lando raised an eyebrow, his voice smooth as he teased, —People already think we’re a thing anyway.—

—Not in the way you’d like,— she teased back, biting her lip.

He could practically hear the challenge in her voice. —Try me.—

She laughed, a sound that always made his chest tighten, the kind of laugh that was equal parts teasing and sultry. He was still thinking about her in that dress, imagining what else was hidden beneath. The temptation to make her laugh with one of his dirty jokes was strong, but he controlled himself, for now.

—You really think you can handle me, Lando?— she asked, her eyes glimmering with mischief.

He smirked. —Babe, I’ve been handling you since 2020. You’ve just been playing hard to get.—

Amelie leaned in even closer, the camera angle shifting slightly as she set down her drink, clearly teasing him. —You have no idea what you’re in for.—

He swallowed hard, her words hitting him in all the right ways. —God, you’re dangerous. I’m so fucking tempted to drop everything and just go to you right now. But... duty calls.—

Amelie raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a wicked grin. —Duty, huh? Well, I’m sure I can find something to keep you busy.—

Lando grinned, already imagining what that might entail. —I’d love to see you try.—

But before things could go further, there was a loud noise in the background, and Amelie quickly glanced over her shoulder. —I’ve got to go, Lando. Some people are starting to look for me. Don’t want to give away too much yet.—

He nodded, trying to hide the disappointment in his voice. —Yeah, yeah. Don’t let them ruin the fun. I’ll be here when you’re done with the afterparty. Don’t stay out too late. I have a feeling you’ll need all your energy for… other things.—

Amelie laughed softly, her gaze lingering a bit longer than usual. —I’ll keep you in mind. Congratulations again, Lando. I’m proud of you.—

His chest swelled with warmth at her words. —Thanks, babe. I’ll talk to you soon. Enjoy the rest of the night… just don’t get into too much trouble.—

She winked one last time before ending the call, leaving him alone with the image of her glowing in that damn red dress. His thoughts wandered to their last meeting, just a week ago at Coachella, and the way she had looked under the desert stars. He couldn’t wait until the next time he’d get to see her, to touch her. But for now, he'd just have to make do with these late-night conversations and the fire she sparked in him.

Lando took a deep breath, trying to settle his racing thoughts as he prepared for the podium celebration. But deep down, he knew: no matter how many trophies he collected, the one he wanted the most had always been just a call away.

[hrryshoney]

i just think that