#phone calls with strangers are scary i get it but i am not a stranger! you know me i will not bite

[throesofincreasingwonder]

I hate texting and I think it's the worst form of communication actually. This could've been a five-minute phone call.

[catladyoftheyr]

★彡[ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴋɪʟʟ ᴍᴇ, ᴍʀ. ɢʜᴏꜱᴛꜰᴀᴄᴇ!]彡★

𝓘 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓷𝓪 𝓫𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓵!

𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨, 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮 𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐨, 𝐅𝐞𝐦 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (18+ only, SMUT)

Note: idk this is set on Halloween and i wanted to put it out then but shit happens lol. 2 am Nov 2 is better than never sooooo

Summary: You arrange a spooky threesome with Satoru and Suguru 👹 (the focus is them railing you but there is bits of m/m action)

Warnings/kink highlights: mentions of stalking (no actual stalking occurs), scary phone calls, mask kink, rough sex, threesome, they get a little fruity with it, mmf threesome, Eiffel Tower/spit roast??, cream pie, unprotected p in v, cum eating, face sitting, blowjobs/face fucking, light exhibitionism, moments of sex acts on camera, degrading language.

Word count: 1.9k

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You and Gojo had been toying with the idea of a threesome for a while. Satoru was normally the jealous type, but when you’d brought up the idea of your 3rd being his best friend, Suguru Geto he’d responded with surprising enthusiasm. You’d teased him about his man crush before but hadn’t realized he’d be willing to take it this far. You weren’t going to complain though; Suguru was incredibly handsome, with long dark hair and a muscular physique. Gojo had reassured you that he’d plan the whole thing, allowing it to be a surprise. You gave him a few fantasies to run by Suguru and decided on Halloween for the date.

Flash forward to October 31st and you were starting to think that Gojo had forgotten or found himself wrapped up in work. You sat on the couch with a bowl of popcorn and flipped through the channels aimlessly. You paid for cable and there still was never anything to watch. You saw your phone screen light up with an unfamiliar number. “Hello?”

“Are you home alone?” A low voice responded on the other end. It sounded suspiciously familiar.

“Satoru? Is that you?”

“Answer the question. Are you home alone?” The voice was gruff and impatient.

“Alright alright. Yes. I’m home alone.” You hoped this really was Satoru and you weren’t playing along with an actual psycho killer on the line.

“Good. Truth is, I already knew that. I’ve been watching you tonight. And so has my friend. We know you’re sitting on the couch and watching a shitty slasher film. And that you’re wearing a tiny white t-shirt and little black shorts.”

“Satoru, you're scaring me. Knock it off!” You had goosebumps on your arms and the voice in the back of your mind was wondering if the stranger on the phone really was Gojo or Geto, or if you were in real danger. The line went down and a cold chill went down your spine. You looked over to the glass door and saw two figures wearing Halloween masks dressed in all black. You let out a startled scream, knocking over the bowl of popcorn and dropping your phone as well.

The men in the doorway knocked on the glass and you saw them remove their masks, revealing their identities. Satoru and Suguru were bent over laughing hysterically at their prank. You opened the door and allowed them to enter.

“You guys aren’t as funny as you think you are!” You scolded them, fighting back your own grin.

Satoru flashed a cheesy smile and pecked your cheek. “I dunno, babe I think it was pretty funny.” He elbowed Suguru who was still laughing.

“You really should have seen the look on your face” Geto piped in. Their laughter was infectious and you couldn’t hold in your giggles any longer. You playfully swatted at them for the mean joke and wrapped yourself around Satoru.

“Can we take this to the bedroom, Mr. Ghostface?” You whispered in his ear.

“Lead the way and we’ll follow” he murmured back. You grabbed each of them by the hand and led them up the stairs to your bedroom. Once the door was shut firmly behind you, you began to eye the pair up and down. Sugurus' long hair was undone, falling down his back and shoulders. His muscles were prominent through his t-shirt and you could tell his cock was stirring in his pants. You bit your lip and ran a hand down Geto’s stomach, feeling every one of his abs.

Gojo was impatient to taste you and pulled you over to him for a kiss. He gripped your ass and let his tongue enter your mouth. As you kissed you felt Geto press into you from behind, sliding your boyfriend's hands onto his own ass. Geto kissed the top of your head as he ground into you. You were sandwiched between the two men and felt their cocks firming up on either side of you. Satoru was grinding into your sex from the front, and pulling Suguru closer to you as well. You could feel the other cock pressing against your ass.

You weren’t short by most standards, but the two men still stood at least a head or more taller than you. Satoru broke your kiss, pulling Suguru’s lips to meet him. They kissed above your head, still pressing against you like bookends. Geto’s hands trailed up your body, finding your breasts and groping at them. You moaned into Gojo’s chest and hugged him close.

Soon you found yourself on your knees, having been undressed to just your bra and panties. The two men stood nude in front of you, each stroking their cocks while they stared down at you. You caught the discarded masks laying on a side table out of the corner of your eye and grinned mischievously. “Wait. Put the masks back on. Please?” You looked up, blinking big doe eyes with your request. They soon obliged, and you felt yourself grow hot between your legs.

You took Geto’s cock into your hand, barely able to wrap around its girth, and began to stroke while you bobbed your head on Gojo’s tip. You alternated sucking and stroking each of them for a while, until Satoru grew impatient and grabbed a fistful of your hair. He pumped you up and down on his cock, bottoming out in your throat with each thrust. You were caught off guard, gagging on his length. You looked up and swore you made eye contact through the mask, feeling his blue eyes boring into yours as he fucked your throat.

“Don’t be a hog, Satoru. It’s my turn” Suguru interjected. Geto replaced Gojo’s hand with his own, thrusting your mouth onto his cock with no warning. His was girthier than you were used to and you felt your jaw might unhinge as you took all of him. He moaned lewdly as you struggled to take him, clearly enjoying the sight of your eyes beginning to water. He held you down on the base of his cock for several moments, leaving you gasping when you came back up. “Such a pretty girl. I love hearing you choke on these cocks. Such pretty sounds.”

“Stick your tongue out, slut” Gojo suddenly commanded. You did as he asked and he slapped his cock on your tongue and cheeks. You realized he’d pulled out a camcorder from a drawer somewhere and the blinking red light indicated he was filming. “The camera loves pretty sluts like you, baby”

“Show us your tits,” Suguru interrupted, tugging at one of your bra straps. You reached behind you and unclasped it, allowing the garment to fall to the floor. Your nipples grew hard in the cool air of the room, and Geto pinched one of them lightly between his fingers. You didn’t have time to react before Satoru was shoving his cock down your throat again. The two men played tug of war with your throat, constantly pulling you toward themselves and away from the other.

Suguru lay on his back as you lowered yourself onto his face, mask discarded to allow his mouth access to your cunt. His tongue searched for your clit, sucking and licking the small nub voraciously. You gripped the headboard as you rode his face. You slid as you ground down, completely coating his mouth in your slick. Suguru gasped and moaned against your pussy and you turned to see that Satoru had taken the other man’s cock into his mouth. Suguru’s hips bucked up and the vibrations from his moans sent waves of pleasure against your clit. You were close to orgasm and began to ride Suguru’s face in earnest, grinding down against his mouth focused only on bringing yourself over the edge. “Fuck! I’m cumming-“ you cried out as your orgasm burst through your body.

You lifted yourself off of Suguru’s face and lay beside him on the bed. Satoru took notice and pulled you onto his cock, sliding into you from behind as you rose to your hands and knees. “Fuck, Go. Feels s-good” you slurred; still coming down from the bliss and sensitivity of your orgasm. Suguru’s cock was leaking precum and still standing firmly at attention. The dark haired man seized the opportunity to slide his cock into your mouth again. You could barely form a coherent thought as you were being stuffed with cock from both ends. The two men found a rhythm, with one thrusting in as the other pulled back. The steady seesaw motion was building up a second orgasm deep in your core. You could tell that both men were close to their own first release as their thrusting became faster and more erratic. Satoru dug his nails into the flesh of your hips, pounding into you fast and hard.

“Fuck, baby. You take this cock so well. You’re such a little slut, taking two cocks at once.” Gojo’s banter continued, the words enhancing the sensation of him pounding against your g spot. Geto was silent except for lewd moans and the sounds of his cock hitting the back of your throat. Soon he gripped your hair with both hands, holding you down against his crotch as he flooded your throat with salt. You swallowed diligently, feeling Gojo’s cock twitch before he too filled your cunt with his own cum.

Despite having just orgasmed, both cocks were still rock hard and you too were eager to allow them to switch places. “You already lubed her up for me” Geto remarked as he slid his tip against your slit.

“Hope you enjoy second place, I’m already the best cock she’s ever had” Gojo teased back, slapping his cock against the tip of your outstretched tongue. You couldn’t have anticipated Suguru’s next move as he dipped two fingers inside of you, gathering Satoru’s seed on his fingers. Suguru popped the fingers in his mouth and made a show out of sucking them clean, complete with lewd mouth sounds and a clear pop! As he pulled them out of his mouth.

Gojo’s eyes glazed over with lust and he mumbled obscenities under his breath as he pumped his cock into your mouth. You gasped as you felt Suguru’s cock breach your entrance. His considerable girth took more than a moment to adjust to, every inch leading to a delicious mix of pain and pleasure. You moaned against Satoru’s cock in your mouth as Geto finally bottomed out inside of you. You’d never felt so full in your entire life. He pulled back slowly before thrusting back in. Once you grew accustomed to his fit his pace quickened and he was slamming his hips against your own.

“So tight, darling. I bet it feels so good to be stretched out like this, doesn’t it?” Suguru smiled as he talked dirty to you. His words were calculated to get a rise out of Gojo, who’s response was to thrust into your mouth even faster, tightening his grip on your hair. The mix of different sensations was overwhelming as your second orgasm broke through. The only thing keeping you upright was being stuffed with cock from the front and back. The muscle clenching down on Suguru’s cock elicited a loud groan from him as he approached his peak. He thrusted faster as he slammed against your g spot, eventually gushing cum into your cunt. Gojo pulled out of your mouth and immediately thrusted inside of overflowing pussy.

“Fuck baby j can’t help myself: it’s so hot when you’re overflowing with cum. A good girl like you can surely take one more load, can’t she? You’d been flipped onto your back and were laying between Suguru’s legs, head resting on his chest. He kissed you deeply as Satoru groaned, pumping one last load into you. He pulled out and sighed; the three of you collapsed into a pile of post orgasmic bliss in each others arms.

[limethefirst]

Let me hear you SCREAM

pairings: Ghostface (Billy Loomis) x Reader

warnings: violence, killer is after you, mentions of blood and getting cut, crude language

summary: after getting a strange call from a random number you decided to humor man on the other line, unbeknownst to you the man seems to have other plans

a/n: in honor of spooky season I’ve decided to write a silly little story because I’ve seen a lack of Billy’s ghostface fics on here adios 🫡

'RING RING RING' The sound of the landline echoed through the empty house, its ringing drowning out the movie playing on the TV.

It was around 11 pm and your mother was still at work leaving you alone for the late night hours. You continued to listen to the ringing of the phone before ultimately getting up from your comfortable position on the couch and making your quick trip to the island in the middle of the kitchen grabbing the device.

"Hello, who is this?" Silence followed as you waited for a response from the mystery caller, "Hello?" A groan escaped your lips as you got ready to hang up.

"Hello?" A deep voice answered you, prompting you to hold on to hear what the person had to say.

“I think you have the wrong number,” Not having recognized the voice you thought it’d be better to just hang up and get back to your movie.

The mystery man didn’t seem to want to let that happen though, “Wait, don’t hang up,” the man sounded desperate to continue talking and so you felt somewhat compelled to wait.

You chuckled lightly at the situation, “Why?” You asked, a smile grazing your face. As you waited for him to answer you leaned against the wall twirling the cord of the phone.

“I wanna talk to you” You hesitated before debating to stay on the line, curiosity peaking as to what more he had to say. The movie was starting to bore you anyway, having been the 6th time you rented it from the video store Randy worked at.

“Hm about what then?” You decided to amuse the stranger and talk more, thinking what’s the worst that can come out of this. You walked back over to the TV shutting it off seeing as you no longer felt interested in the movie.

You heard shuffling on the line as the man answered, “What’s your favorite scary movie?” His voice started to sound more sinister but you tried to dismiss it.

“Silence of the Lambs, I suppose,” The man let out a lowly chuckle, seemingly pleased with the answer before he continued.

“Now, what’s your name?” His voice darkened, having no more comfort behind it.

You started to feel creeped out, no longer enjoying the conversation as you slowly made your way back into your kitchen, getting ready to hang up, “Why do you want to know?” You were nervous but didn’t think much of it, just wanting to end the conversation and go to bed now.

“I want to know who I’m looking at..” You could practically hear the grin on his face.

Goosebumps traveled up your arm and your grip on the phone tightened, “Fuck you asshole,” You quickly slammed the phone into the wall hanging up on the man. Slowly you walked away just to hear it ringing again.

You didn't want to answer, there was no reason to but there was a strange feeling that you should pick it up, "I said fuck off!"

"Aren't you feisty doll," The man mocked you, his voice had a teasing tone to it but you knew better then to believe that, "Let's play a game,"

You were getting fed up again and were about to hang up when he said something strange to you, even stranger then the last, "What door am I hiding behind?"

What the fuck?

You didn't even have time to think as suddenly the bathroom door suddenly flung open and a man in a ghost mask ran through the halls barreling towards you, a sharp object that you could only assume was a knife was held in his hand.

As he gets closer you threw the phone at him, successfully hitting him but not hard enough to slow him down. You ran around the island in the middle of the kitchen trying to get to the front door, fear and adrenaline taking over your entire body.

“Fuck fuck fuck!” You yell, hoping you’ll get out of this alive.

Just as you're about to reach the door, the man grabs your wrist and throws you onto the couch, he quickly towers over you, as he grabs ahold of you pinning you down as he applies pressure to your neck with his knife.

Slowly blood begins to seep from the light wound you acquired from the knife. The man seems to notice this and begins to back up before trying to stop the bleeding, which was strange since you assumed he wanted you dead.

Not wasting this chance you kick the man in the stomach and quickly run back to the phone dialing 911 hoping you’ll be able to call them in time.

Ghostface seemed to notice your plan and as he recovered from the blow beginning to run around the couch to get to you, but not fast enough as you already had the police on the line telling them your address and the current situation you were in.

Realizing he didn’t have much time the masked man ran out the back door but not before staring you down and tilting his head, he was taunting you and you knew it.

Almost as soon as he left you got another call, you were scared to answer, you hesitated but you knew he wouldn’t come back, the police were already on the way and so you answered.

“You’re a lucky one aren’t you doll?” The man let out a lowly chuckle, but you could tell he was tired from the chase.

“Oh fuck you,” you hissed, seething with anger and fear.

The man laughed at your response, “You wish,” that was the last thing you heard him say before you hung up, hearing the police sirens nearing.

You just couldn’t wait for this all to be over but you had a feeling it wouldn’t be for a long time, he would be back.

[iovetecchou]

When A Stranger Calls ⧸ Jouno Saigiku.𖥔 ݁ ˖

Dark Content! Don't Like Don't Read, You Have Been Warned!

summary: When a stranger calls, Jouno answers. Pulling himself into a world of trouble.

༞ Contains...! phone sex, mutual masturbation, serial killer!reader, highkey yandere!reader, blackmail, coercion, manipulation, dubcon, mentions of stalking, mentions of murder (sorry tecchou)

༞ GN Reader.

༞ 2,440 words.

kinktober masterlist!

Jouno was beyond fed up with the week and it was only Monday. Fukuchi put Tecchou and himself on this serial killer case. It has been weeks since they first got a lead. But still no luck in getting the perp behind bars. The worst part of it all? Was that Teccou was an idiot and hardly helpful in this investigation. He called Jouno every night about the details of the case, nearly boring Jouno to death with the repetitiveness. Hearing about the elements only aggravated Jouno even further because they had no advance in the case yet. 

Tonight was no different. Jouno had only just stepped through the threshold of his apartment. He had a second to kick off his boots and remove his hat, placing it atop his kitchen counter before his phone rang. Jouno clicked his tongue at the pesky ringtone. He just got off the clock. He didn't get paid enough to deal with Tecchou's stupidity off-duty. 

Jouno tugged his phone out of his pocket, answering it before shouting, "What could you possibly be calling me for now, you fool!" The blind king grimaced, clutching his phone tight, nearly cracking the screen. His anger only grew tenfold when more seconds ticked by, and there was no response from the man on the other line. "I'm hanging up. Don't call again, idiot."

Jouno huffed as he made quick strides toward his bedroom, tugging off his uniform in haste. He was beyond frustrated with everything as of late. All he wanted to do was shower after a long day. He stripped down to nothing but his boxer briefs, making his way toward the bathroom. He halted in his stride the moment he heard his phone ringing once more from where he left it on the kitchen counter. 

Did this idiot have a death wish?

Jouno stomped into his kitchen, swiping his phone off the counter, answering once more. "Tecchou, if you call me one more time... I will come to your place and wring your neck. You hear me?" 

"Woah... scary." 

Jouno's body went tense. This gruff voice certainly didn't belong to his counterpart. But the number this call was coming from was certainly Tecchou's. Jouno had specific ringtones set for each of his colleagues so he knew exactly who was calling. Something was off. Jouno had a bad feeling about this. 

"And who might you be?" Jouno quipped, keeping his voice calm as he tried to hear any background noises coming from the other end. He picked up on the rustling of leaves, the wind whistling, and perhaps the sounds of cars in the distance. Strange. 

"I'm quite hurt you don't know who I am, Saigiku. You've been my secret admirer for a few weeks now." You were using a voice modulator, Jouno noted. There were moments when your true voice would crack through, throwing him off. 

More importantly, how did you know his first name?

"Where did you get this phone from? Answer me now, mutt." Jouno barked out, quickly making haste toward his bedroom. He grabbed his discarded uniform, about to tug it back on before the voice over the phone snickered, 

"I wouldn't do that if I were you, Sai. Those clothes are dirty, plus I love to see you nearly on full display for me. You have a cute butt." 

Jouno's blood ran cold in his veins. All of his blinds were shut, he was sure of it. He didn't detect any movement in his apartment, and from the background noise coming from your call, you were outdoors. 

"I'm hanging up." Jouno deadpanned, trying to keep his composure. Even though he was beginning to freak out internally. "Do that, and you'll regret—" The line went dead before you could finish your threat, but it didn't take a genius to know what you were trying to say. 

Jouno hastily checked the lock on the front door; it was secure. He tiptoed around the apartment, trying to listen to any abnormalities. His hands grazed along the windows, causing his fear to spike further when he realized all the blinds were, in fact, down. Nothing was out of place, and his apartment was as secure as ever. So, how were you able to see him?

He tried to think for a moment. You said he was your "secret admirer" which made absolutely no sense. Sure, many people fawned over him; but it was never the other way around. Plus, all he had time to do recently was work on this serial killer case— wait—. 

Just as Jouno put the pieces together, the phone rang again. His heart pounded as the sound of Tecchou's ringtone flooded his train of thought. Slowly, he answered the call once more tonight. He kept as still and quiet as he could. 

"Finally know who I am, darling? It's about damn time." Your altered voice boomed through his desolate apartment. You sounded displeased as you continued, "What, getting all shy on me now? Go on, say what's on your mind."

Jouno couldn't control the words that slipped past his lips. "You're that lowly killer on the loose. The one Tecchou and I have been hunting down." He didn't intend to speak, and yet he did? Could you potentially be an ability user and this was a cause of your ability?

"Lowly? That actually hurts my feelings. Don't tell me you truly think so poorly of me, darling." You feined offense over the phone, snickering slightly as you whispered, "No matter, I can just change your mind."' 

Jouno knew something was wrong, "I'm hanging up—" 

"No, you're not!" Your voice was playful, Jouno knew you were getting a rise out of this. 

But what frightened him even more, was the fact that he was still on the line with you. He intended to end this call but Jouno was frozen in his tracks. "What's going on?" Jouno questioned calmly, despite his heart beating a mile a minute. 

"Stop resisting, Saigiku. It'll be easier for you if you just give in!" Your altered voice was as chipper as ever. 

"And let you kill me as you did Tecchou? Hah, as if." Jouno feigned confidence, trying to subtly get more info out of you.

"You think... I would kill you? You really do think of me as scum. Saigiku, I would never allow you to suffer the same fate as your stupid colleague— ah what did you just say his name was... oh right, Tecchou." 

Jouno knew you killed Tecchou but to hear it from your mouth was petrifying. "Aww, what's with the sour face? I thought you loathed Tecchou! I got rid of him for you— for us!"

Jouno's breath was labored, he didn't know what to do at this moment. He felt utterly hopeless. "Tell me, how are you seeing me right now? Because I know you're not here with me."

Jouno cursed himself for how shaky his voice was. His face scrunched up as your wicked giggle flooded his mind. "It's a secret. If I told you, It would ruin all the fun! How would I be able to enjoy the sight of you jerking off every night if you somehow got rid of my little secret?" 

"What did you just say?" Jouno felt heat rise to his cheeks. Knowing someone was watching him during such an intimate moment was mortifying. 

"Oh, which part? The little secret of how I see you? Or the part about you fucking your fist like a desperate whore each night?" You snickered, causing Jouno's blush to deepen. 

"You're fucking sick." Jouno spat, and his hands began to shake from this uneasy feeling.

"Hmm, maybe I am. But your little whines are so addicting, I can't get enough. It's so cute as you try to muffle your moans with your hand while you get yourself off. Oh, but my favorite part is when you finish. The way your hips lift off the bed as you make a mess all over yourself is my favorite sight— fuck... I'm getting turned on just thinking about it."

Jouno could hear rustling over the phone, your altered voice coming out more breathless now. "Come on, darling. Why don't you give me a little show, yeah? Go to the couch and take your underwear off for me. Red looks good on you, by the way, and I'm not talking about your boxers."

Jouno's throat ran dry as his legs moved on their own. He placed the phone atop the arm of the couch, tugging his boxers down his thighs before making himself comfortable on the plush cushions. Jouno felt exposed, too exposed and he didn't understand why he had no choice but to obey you.

"Tell me, this is a cause of your ability... yes?" Jouno questioned, placing his palm over his cock. Trying to conceal himself the best he could.

"How about this... I'll answer your every question if you start touching yourself for me. How's that sound?" You panted, Jouno could tell you were getting yourself off from the sight of him. He considered your offer heavily, if he did this, he would be able to track you down. But if he refused, you would probably force him to touch himself anyway, minus the intel. 

"I accept. So, tell me... is this a cause of your ability?" Jouno's breath hitched the moment he wrapped his hand around his softened cock. He tried to stay focused on interrogating you as he stroked himself, getting hard in a matter of seconds from his heightened sense of touch. 

"Yes! It's a mind control ability of sorts, but that's all I'll say for now." You giggled, stifling a moan as you watched Jouno fist his cock. 

"How are you seeing me right now— hah..." Jouno huffed, letting out a small whine as he focused his touch on the head of his cock. Causing his legs to shake.

"Now, now... don't get greedy. That's one secret I won't give away. But since you're moaning so sweetly for me... I'll give you a hint. It's part of my ability." You whispered, the sound of rustling on your end of the call increasing by the second.

Jouno picked up his pace, slowly losing himself in the pleasure. "Why do you have a soft spot for me— ngh... d-do you— ah... do you know me perchance?" 

You went quiet for a moment, the voice-altering device slipping away as you lost yourself in your own pleasure. Jouno's cock throbbed wildly as he heard your voice, your real voice, as you cried out his name. He knew this was wrong, he shouldn't be feeling this way from hearing your sultry whines. You were a sick person... but your moans were like music to his ears. 

"I do know you... but I doubt you remember me. You saved me long ago... but— hn... I-I've loved you ever since." Jouno was trying to pinpoint your voice, skimming through his memories all the while he was trying not to cum from the intense simulation he was granting himself. 

"H-How long ago was that?" Jouno asked through gritted teeth, slender hips lifting off the bed as he fucked into his fist. 

"Years ago... I tried to grab your attention in every— ah... e-every way I could. But you're a workaholic. Never saving any time for a personal life, and so... hah— I-I..." A loud whine ripped through you. You panted as you tried to hold back. Not wanting to cum until he did. 

"You began murdering just to grab my attention? Tell me you're n-not serious— f-fuck..." Jouno spat, balls tightening as his release neared closer. He wanted to get as much intel out of you before he came, so he edged himself. 

"Oh, I'm dead serious— hah, get it? Dead serious— s-shit... gonna cum... Saigiku, stop holding back. I know you've been trying to hold out, but I need to hear you— need to see you cum for me." You hardly realized that your true voice was reaching Jouno's sensitive ears as you got yourself off. Too focused on Jouno and his pleasure. 

"Well then, why don't you tell me your name? I'll be sure to say it while I make a mess all over myself— hah... I'm sure you'd like that, right?" Jouno smirked as he heard you stutter on the other side of the phone. He knew you were contemplating it. If you gave up your name, you were practically turning yourself in. But... you've dreamt about Jouno chanting your name like a prayer as he lost himself in bliss.

"Hah... you're good, Sai. Too good... fuck— you always know just the right thing to say. No wonder you're the Hunting Dog's finest." You panted, scoring your bottom lip with your teeth before gritting out, 

"It's Y/N... go on, hah— cry out my n-name as you come all over yourself, Sai." Jouno finally let himself go at the knowledge of your name. He fucked into his fist vigorously, pace getting sloppy— tasting his release on the tip of his tongue. 

"That wasn't so hard, was it? F-Fuck... Y/N..." Your breath hitched, hearing your name roll off his tongue.

"Say it again. Please!" Your mind was clouded, letting your desperation take over as you made a fool of yourself. 

"Ah... Y/N, I'm gonna cum— s-shit, Y/N!" Jouno threw his head back in bliss as the first ropes of cum shot out past his slit. His thighs twitched as his hips studdered, sloppily working himself through his high. Cum painting his flush chest white. 

"Saigiku, Saigiku, Sai—!" Your voice was muffled as you tumbled over the edge, whining out his name as your own release washed over you. Jouno honed in on your soft panting and whispers of his name as he came down from his high. Trying his hardest to regain his composure. 

"Okay, I'm done playing these games with you, Y/N. Don't try to use your ability on me any further, or else I'll never say your name again." Jouno warned, resting his hips flat against the sofa as he twitched from the aftershocks of his orgasm.

"So cold... and just as I thought we were getting somewhere here! You know, I can just use my ability on you and make you say my name again!" You cooed. More rustling could be heard on your end of the phone as Jouno sat up, reaching over for his phone. 

"Goodbye, Y/N. Next time we talk, It'll be while you're behind bars." Jouno ended the call before you could say another word. You continued to observe Jouno from a distance, smiling to yourself as a blush still bedecked the blind king. 

"Catch me if you can, Saigiku."

[chxrrysangel]

Wanna Play a Game ?

Trick | roleplay

Pairing | Dabi x fem!reader

Warnings | i guess dubcon?? but also like not really, knife play, a singular mention of blood/injury, fingering, choking, oral ( m + f receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), alluded to aftercare, mask kink lowkey, honorifics, degradation, dabi has a pierced dick bc I said so

A/n | not proofread, we die like men (i'll do it later, i promise)

Wordcount | 3,205 words

The night was dark and quiet, almost too quiet. The whirring of the television and your intermittent gasps of fright was music to his ears. Hellraiser had never been a favorite franchise, but with everyone raving about the reboot you decided to give it a shot. If you were being honest, Odessa A’zion was the sole reason for giving it a chance. The music took a turn, suspense making your heart race with anticipation. 

Ring Ring 

A yelp left your lips before even registering the sound of the phone. It was unlike anyone to call this late, small town and all. Everything closed at like 8pm, as if everyone old or young had an early bedtime. It was almost as comical as it was annoying. Shaking hands unclipped the device from its receiver, listening for the connection to stabilize. 

“Hello?” 

“Hi. Who is this?” 

You scoffed. “I think you have the wrong number.” 

There was a small beat of silence before the receiver picked up sound. 

“Do I?” Who is this guy? 

“Yes you do. I’m hanging up, have a nice night.” You ended the call, feeling a sense of unplaced fear. With a small town like this, everyone still used the yellow pages. The possibility of dialing the wrong number was pretty low. Continuing the movie, your mind wandered to oggling Odessa and Drew’s characters, the stranger on the phone long forgotten. 

Ring Ring 

Not even bothering to press pause, you picked up the house phone with clear exasperation. 

“Yes, can I help you?” 

“I’m sorry.” It was the same strange voice. 

“You called me again to apologize?” Some time between your question and the awaited response, a character on the screen screeched in pure terror, catching you off guard. 

“Yes I did. Are you watching a scary movie?”

“...yes I am. And I’d like to get back to it.” 

“Do you like scary movies?” 

“Some of them.” You figured that by keeping your answer short, he would eventually get bored and hang up. 

“Which ones?”

“Jennifer’s Body. Scream. Chucky. Ones like that.”

“You have good taste, sweetheart.” 

“Thank you, I’m hanging up now if you don’t mind.” 

“I do mind, actually.” 

“Well, I’m sorry but that’s too b–”. Your sentence was interrupted by a loud banging on the front door. Tentatively, you tiptoed towards the peephole and looked through to see nothing. 

What the fuck? 

You turned around to a dark kitchen, making you shriek. The television flickered back and forth on its own, fear and bile rising up your throat. The stranger on the other line seemed irrelevant at this point, too caught up in the strange sight before you. To make matters worse, the pounding on the front door returned, shaking you to your core. 

“Who is it?” There was no response, which only scared you more. With shaking hands, you opened the door and peered outside. The porch was empty, just as you had expected. You tried to calm your heart, deciding to worry about all of this another time. Every instinct you had escaped you, the naivete of a small town making you less cautious than you probably should be. You shook your head, closing the door to return to your movie.

Except the door got caught on something. 

A foot to be exact. 

Your eyes bulged out at the sight of the mystery black boot, fearing who could possibly be attached to it.. Your entire body shook with pure terror, a tall stranger looming over you in a mask. His head tilted in animalistic curiosity, unmoving but frightening all the same. 

“Did no one ever tell you the first rule of scary movies, sweetheart? Don’t open the door for strangers.” He chuckled darkly, stepping over the threshold as you stupidly stepped backwards. Despite everything in your body telling you to run, it was like you were frozen in place. The large man clicked his tongue with disapproval, seemingly at your lack of instincts. A gloved hand came up to your face, grabbing onto your jaw to hold you in place. You could feel his warm breath on your cold skin with his increased proximity, fanning your ear while he whispered. 

“What’s a pretty little thing like you doing home alone, hm?” A tear fell down your cheek, too frozen with fear to respond or do anything else. He backed up a few spaces, watching you stand helplessly like a gazelle caught in the lion’s den.

“Not gonna run from me? But that’s no fun.” He sounded sickeningly disappointed, which only worsened your anxiety of what was to come. It was at this moment you noticed something shining in his other hand, your eyes widening as you identified the foreign object. He seemed to put two and two together, bringing the blade up to your face. 

“Oh sweetheart, don’t worry ‘m not gonna kill ya, not yet at least.” You’d almost think he was sincere if the circumstances were different. Even behind a mask, his smile was evident. 

As if some higher power guided you to sanity, you suddenly developed a sliver of bravery. So you ran, as fast as your feet could carry you without wasting a single moment to look back. Haphazardly you ran into your bedroom and slammed the door, searching frantically for a hiding spot. The closet seemed like your best option, having no time to think of something better. You waited there, breathing as quietly as you could muster given the adrenaline coursing through your veins. You’ve never felt fear quite like this moment, which could very easily be your last. For a few minutes the house was virtually silent, but you couldn’t be stupid enough to be lured out under false pretenses. It was never that easy. Suddenly your bedroom door slammed open, the stranger walking into your safe space. His large boots made impressions into the carpet with each step, a faint eerie whistle being heard under his mask. 

“Honey, I know you’re in here. Can’t hide from someone like me, baby.” A light shined in your face, blinding you as the closet doors opened. 

“There you are.” How someone whose eyes can’t be met could be so terrifying was incredible. 

You begged  for your life, feeling so unlike yourself. It was an out-of-body experience, kissing the boots of a stranger and begging him not to kill you. The coldness of his blade pushed up your chin, forcing your eyes towards where you assumed his own sat.

“I told you, my sweet, I have much better plans in mind.” He stood much straighter now, towering over your kneeling figure. The cloak he wore earlier was gone, although he kept the mask for obvious reasons. 

“Fuck, you’re so pretty like this.” Your eyes flickered down his figure instinctually, catching on the growing bulge  beneath his black jeans. He was enjoying this, although not quite in the matter you thought. You hated yourself for the wet feeling growing between your thighs as you stared. He chuckled, entertained by this moment. 

“I can see you staring.” 

The trance you were in broke, heat breaking out across your cheeks as you averted your gaze. 

“Don’t get all shy on me now, honey. I’ve caught you. And I think there’s a solution we both could enjoy.” 

The tall stranger didn’t wait for an answer, dropping his knife to begin unbuckling his pants. In one swift movement, his jeans and boxers pooled around his ankles. Purple scarring covered his lower legs, but your eyes could hardly focus on anything other than his dick hanging in front of your face. His tip leaked, red and swollen like it hurt. Metal jewelry glittered in the low light of the room, a jacob’s ladder and prince albert catching your eye. It was embarrassing how interested you were considering the circumstances. 

“Now be a good girl and suck.” 

Without much hesitation, your outstretched tongue gathers the dripping pearls of precum as you relax your jaw to accommodate him. He was large, much larger than most people you’ve had. The man groaned as his tip hit the back of your throat, a ring-clad coming to place itself on your cheek. On occasion, he thrusted into your mouth, chuckling when you gagged. Tears began to well in your eyes, clouding your vision a bit. Despite his air of dominance, whimpers could be heard beneath the mask, signaling how much he enjoyed this. 

“So good, that’s it. F-fuck,” he stuttered. Using your prior knowledge, you began to roll his balls between your fingertips as you sucked him off. His thrusts began to lose rhythm, signaling that he was very close. 

“Shit, shit. I’m gonna fucking cum. Stop.” He pulled you off, not allowing you to refuse and push him over the edge.

“Not so fast, pretty girl. Bed, now.” 

Not arguing despite instinct saying otherwise, you sat down on the bed and awaited instruction. He didn’t say much, grabbing your arm and turning you to lay on your stomach. A coldness danced its way up your back and down your thighs, making you shiver. The heat from his body radiated off him like a furnace, which only made each anticipatory moment pass by even slower. Eager hands pulled down your shorts, being thrown somewhere behind his shoulder. 

“Spread those legs for me sweetheart.” You did as told, hearing a groan in response. Even through the cotton fabric, your pussy shined with arousal, making him more turned on than he thought was possible. Not wasting a single moment, he ran his fingers along your slit and pressed against your clit. He cursed under his breath as you leaned into his touch, desperate for any pleasure he was willing to offer. 

“Oh that’s cute.” 

He slipped one finger in, meeting little resistance as your cunt sucked him in. It was a sight to behold, making him wish he brought a camera. You mewled below him, ass pushing against his hand as you chased your own pleasure. He chuckled, enjoying how obviously needy you were and the lack of shame you possessed in hiding it. But just as you felt an orgasm approaching, he took his hand away. 

“Not yet..” You groaned in frustration, but stayed quiet otherwise. 

Dabi spread your legs wide, enough to accommodate his shoulders as he lay beneath you and brought your core to his face. The ball of his apparent tongue piercing rolled along your clit, making you cry out of pleasure. 

“F-fuck,” you managed to stutter out. His tongue was gifted, sucking on your clit with just the right amount of pressure to drive someone insane. He wasn’t afraid to be messy, loudly slurping and sucking to the point where it was almost nasty. Dabi pulled your body closer to his mouth, impossibly closer, like he was trying to absorb you. Your hips ground against his face, chasing your slowly creeping orgasm.

“More, need more.” Because you begged so nicely, Dabi obliged your request by curling two fingers into your hole. His thick digits pressed against your g-spot, making your toes curl as you felt your stomach tighten as your orgasm approached. You could only blabber incoherently, speaking words that not even you could bother to understand. All you knew is that you were cumming, quickly. You collapsed on the bed, legs jelly and head fuzzy as you came down. 

Dabi couldn’t wait for you to come to, deciding to take matters into his own hands.  

He manhandled your frame, pushing your knees into your chest as he pressed his weight against the back of your thighs. The tip of his dick prodded at your entrance, gathering the slick of your cum. Majority of his face remained covered by the mask, but his wicked grin shone brightly in the dimly lit bedroom

There was a level of shame that lodged itself in your chest, embarrassed by how turned on you felt in that moment. 

“You’re even prettier in this position.” His teeth grazed the shell of your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. 

You could practically feel his cock in your throat as he stretched you inch by inch, agonizingly slow as he watched your features. He could tell you were overwhelmed, which only made him harder. 

“Fucking hell,” Dabi whispered under his breath. Killing you would be such a shame now.

His thrusts were slow but methodical, ensuring you could feel every single piercing and vein. His warm breath fanned your face, engulfing you in his scent as he held you close. He smelled like smoke, undercut by the scent of bergamot and the faintest hint of vanilla and mint. It was intoxicating. 

“I can feel you squeezing me. Wanna cum already?,” he teased. His tone was wickedly condescending, prompting you to try and hide your face in the sheets. 

His strong hand gripped your chin, forcing eye contact. He clicked his tongue in disapproval. 

“You can’t hide from me, princess. Be a good girl.”

His calloused fingertips rubbed circles against your clit, pushing you further towards the edge. It was almost like he needed you to cum, more than he did. He set a vicious pace, knocking the air from your lungs with every push into the mattress. He pushed your legs further, creating a new angle as your body curled into itself. It hurt so good. Dabi never shied away from being vocal, cursing under his breath as he whined about how good you felt. 

He leans down, pulling you into a kiss. It’s neither soft nor caring, purely animalistic as he bullies his tongue into your mouth. The hunger he felt translated across, desperation evident in his forceful thrusts as you kissed back. You attempt to grab his hair, realizing that the mask still covered most of his face. Uncaring, he pulled it off completely, throwing it somewhere in the corner to be searched for later.  You taste each other on your tongues, the sin of it all turning you on more. He finally breaks the kiss, out of breath as he chases your lips again before rethinking it. 

“I–”, he dives back in for a chaste kiss, “– own –” , another kiss, “–you.” He remains close, practically sharing each breath between you as you stare firmly into his blue eyes. He pulls out, motioning you to turn on to your hands and knees. You did as told, submitting fully. The lack of sight as he shuffled behind you should have been anxiety-inducing, but it wasn’t. 

He dragged the dull edge of his knife down the indent of your spine, the most gentle of pressure enough to leave goosebumps in its wake. But as he reached the curve of your lower back, he pressed inward, pushing the blade into your skin until it broke. You felt a pinch that quickly flowed into a sharp ache as small droplets pooled on the surface of your back. 

He hushed your panic, pushing your head back down to lay against the mattress. The wet muscle of what you quickly realized was his tongue gathered the mess, licking up your back as you shivered. 

“I could do horrific things to you.” The darkness in his tone made it abundantly clear that he meant every word. It was exhilarating. 

“But first, I wanna play.” 

He leaned over as he guided himself inside, meeting no resistance as he bottomed out. His teeth nipped at your ear, a sensitive spot on your part. He pressed a chaste kiss to your cheek, uncharacteristically gentle.

From this angle he feels so much bigger, knocking the air from your lungs as you’re forced to accommodate his size. 

“Fu-” the curse dies in your throat as it turns into a choked gasp. 

He brings a hand back to your throat, applying pressure to both sides as he guides you to straighten up against him, making him hit new depths that have you hissing out. You mewl as he continues to thrust at an agonizingly slow pace, make sure you feel everything. 

“Look at you, whining like some slut.” He feels you clench at that, smiling into your skin. 

You can only moan in response as he slowly pulls back his hips, the ridges of his piercings gliding against your walls.

“You’re pitiful,” he groans into your ear, pressing his fingertips further against your throat, cutting off the circulation for only a moment. “Getting cockdrunk by some guy trying to kill you. You dirty fucking girl.” 

You can only continue your pathetic whines, reaching back to grasp onto him for stability. 

He slams back in, letting you drop forward. You hardly manage to keep yourself up, limbs jelly and unstable. Each time he snaps his hips forward, the sound of skin slapping ricochets off the bedroom walls around you. He grips your hip bone, forcing your hips to meet every thrust. 

“Tell me how good I’m making you feel, baby,” he huffs out, the building orgasm apparent in the slight shake of his voice. “Go ahead, say it.” His balls catch your clit, making your eyes cross as you struggle to stay present. 

“So good. Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” you answer to best of your ability. Your answer was weak, eyes tearing up as you felt your gut clench. He was ruining you and he knew it.  He pulls you back upwards by the throat, planting a sloppy kiss on your lips as he moans into your mouth. 

“Say it again. Like you mean it.” 

“Fuck, right there, please. Feels so good — ha — I’m so close.” 

His fingers connect with your clit, working a mind-numbing pattern that has you nearly slipping out of unconsciousness as his vigorous thrusting returns. It’s harsh, the lines of pain and pleasure continuing to blur as you cum on his cock. Your body tenses in pleasure, everything fading into the background, before releasing as you collapse. 

His pace falters as his own orgasm takes over, spilling inside you as he cries out in ecstasy. You couldn’t even be bothered to consider the consequences of that at the moment, trying your best to catch your breath as you laid there together. 

Seconds turned to minutes as the reality of the situation passed over you. Dabi had hardly moved, staring at the ceiling as he reminisced on the last hour or so. You turned over to him, checking in on his current state. His blue eyes met yours with soft crinkling at the corners, heavy lidded eyes softening as he stared. 

“Come ‘ere,” he whispered. You obliged, leaning in close with the expectation of him wanting to tell you something. Instead he kissed you softly, a sharp contrast to the night’s previous events. He hummed in satisfaction against your lips, before pulling away reluctantly. 

“Was I too rough?”

 You shook your head assuringly, letting out a few tuts as though he was asking a stupid question. 

“Just asking.” He felt equally stupid asking, especially considering it was your idea, but he had to be sure. The bed dipped as he padded over to your shared bathroom, turning on the shower for the two of you. He leaned against the door frame, watching you curl into the sheets as you awaited the inevitable dragging to the bathroom for cleanup. 

[mins-fins]

ANGEL EYES. — [L.MH] [PREVIEW]

❝ sometimes, it feels as if mark lee is your guardian angel ❞

SYNOPSIS: innocent cherub eyes, gently soft hands, a heart of gold, mark lee is the golden boy whose experienced as much love as he gives back. his grades are high, his smile is wide, and his laughter is sweet. the only reason mark lee gets embroiled in a world of trouble is because of his pairing with the 'messed up foster kid' in a school project. it would be stupid to ever let himself get involved, but mark does anyway.

PAIRING: mark lee x male!reader

GENRE: mid–2000s au, high school au, strangers to lovers, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, humor(?), slow burn, one sided pining to mutual pining, sadness as a romantic segway, relationship study, reader is a foster kid, mark pov, happy ending.. (i suppose)

WARNINGS: swearing, explicit language, violence, drug abuse, child abuse & neglect, family issues, mentions of death, smoking, homophobia, reader simply has the worst time and mark sobs about his circumstances, an awful amount of love that isn't realized to be love

WORD COUNT: 2.7k (preview) | ..pending (full fic)

NOTES: hello everyone, this is my baby, the birth was very special, i love my baby so much 💗 listen! i started this in early august and i am STILL going, this going to be LONG.. longest mins-fins work ever long 😞 im estimating 30–40k, the power of mark lee yall 😇 it's going to go on forever, and it's definitely going to be sad in some ways, i am currently about to hit 20k words.. sooooiooooo 😊😊 i hope you like this preview bc i really dk when the real thing is coming out 😭😭 im in so much pain rn, let me nap now 😴

BEFORE IT WAS IN THE CRISP AUTUMN ATMOSPHERE, mark lee had met you at the local police station. it was only a few months prior, august of 2004 brought the prospect of donghyuck doing everything to try and get arrested, prospects that mark could only respond with under the breath swears. he loves donghyuck, he really does, but driving shouldn't have been his first choice. in all of the friendships mark has had with other people in his life, donghyuck has always brought a wave of chaos along with him, the exact opposite of who mark's mom would advise him to stay away from, but she'd always had a soft spot for him, mark can't exactly blame her.

fresh off turning seventeen and utterly clueless as to what the future would bring, mark only found himself at the police station for one reason. donghyuck had driven without a license. yep, sixteen years old and he assumed doing an illegal u-turn was the way to end his summer.

mark has always been a stand up kid. the kind who handed out his mom's cookies to the neighbors. the kind who called for stray cats in alleyways. the kind who was simply an innocent bystander to all the bullshit his friends would pull.

so when donghyuck called him from a jail phone, voice heightened in indignation as he begged for mark to come make a case for him, the older really had no choice but to do so. mark had never been to a police station before, afraid of catching sight of real criminals in the flesh by just walking past the building. he had heard too many scary stories, had terrible ideas of human beings planted in his head.

and even as a seventeen year old who had experienced life enough that such things shouldn't have terrified him anymore, there was still a small pit in his stomach as he rounded the corner in direction of the building.

"and how exactly am i supposed to bail you out?" an eyebrow raise accompanied mark's inquiry, and donghyuck scoffed as he shook his cuffed hands.

"you don't have to bail me out, my dad knows the sheriff, i'm just getting off with a warning" he whispered, sweat on his brow as he shared that familiar 'no shit' look with mark (an ironic expression really, he's the only one between the two of them that's been in cuffs).

mark snickered. "you talk so much when you're the one handcuffed".

"watch your mouth, you need me".

just as donghyuck was about to let out a swear in addition to his snappy response, said sheriff walked into the room, tight lipped smile painting his face. "don't try that again donghyuck, or next time you'll end up in a cell".

in a instant, donghyuck's blood ran cold, mark almost laughed at the sight, but he remained still, watching. the older man glanced up, catching mark's anxiety ridden eyes. "and you are?"

"this is mark, my best friend" donghyuck was quick to quip, a hand placed onto his shoulder.

mark's stomach dropped to his feet, it isn't as if he did anything wrong, it was simply on par for him to be severely anxious around law enforcement in general, he was just afraid he'd somehow get arrested for nothing at all.

"ohhh i remember you, i used to assume you two were brothers".

mark let out a breathy (and clearly faked) chuckle, trying to bury his anxiety. he could never explain it, even if you gave him all the words to, it's not like he's a bad kid, he just finds himself tensing often. "no, just friends.."

"it's good to have someone so close as support" he narrowed his eyes at donghyuck, who stifled his scoff at the clear sarcasm lacing his tone. he then scrunched his nose, watching as donghyuck placed a performative smile on his lips. "now you, sir, we need to have a talk".

donghyuck frowned, whining out complaints as he's dragged away by the sheriff. "can you wait, mark?"

mark blinked, shoving his hands into his pant pockets. he nodded, out of words. the two bantered back and forth like friends, something mark could only stare idly at. he made his way over to the seats beside the door, where, nestled in the corner of one of them, was you.

you were scribbling something into your notebook, unaware of the eyes on you. mark sat two chairs away from you, tapping his feet onto the floor as he heard the faint sounds of scoldings. safe driving, don't get into a car without a license, your future won't be any better if you continue this shit.

swearing at a child, mark found that rich. he glances beside him again, now watching you intently. you were engrossed in the manner your pen scratched against your paper, mark had figured out through endless staring that you hadn't been writing, but drawing.

you avoided his eyes for a while, ignorant to the eyes gazing you up and down. you then glanced in mark's direction, almost startling him out of his seat with the sudden stare. you blinked, puzzled out of your mind. "is there something on my face?"

mark tensed in his seat, feeling his stomach swirl, was he staring so much that you felt offended? he felt guilty immediately, his lips parting immediately and releasing a silent breath. "no.. no i'm sorry, i didn't mean to".

you shrugged your shoulders, one click to your pen. mark recognized you, but he simply couldn't conjure up an explanation as to why you were sitting in a police station at this time, drawing whatever into your notebook. "so why are you staring then?"

"i'm trying to figure out why you're here" mark muttered, fingers fiddling with his necklace as he tried to get his tone straight in fear of again offending you. "i'm sure you aren't committing crimes".

"i can say the same for you, mr golden boy".

mark's lips turned up slightly, his hands twitching from where they rested on his lips. "i got kicked out.. always come here to let dad and mom cool off for a few hours".

the words earned an eyebrow raise from mark, that was strange to hear, especially from another person in regards to their own parents. mark had never really experienced such a thing, the way you described it made his nose scrunch. "what?"

before you could respond to that one, a police officer entered the room, one you seemed to recognize by the way your eyes lit up. "come on l/n, time to go".

a frown settled onto your lips. "do i really have to go now? you know how my parents are.."

"i can't keep you here, it would technically be illegal".

"it's not like they'll care anyway.." you mumbled, slamming your notebook shut with yet another click to your pen. "just an hour longer, please?"

there was a sense of hope in your eyes, maybe he would actually take your words into account. mark simply stared, staggered by what he was witnessing. the officer watched the change of your expressions, your thumb playing at the button on your pen, continuously clicking over and over. as the clicks amplified, so did the sound of your labored breathing.

"you know i can't do that kid".

your frown deepened, teeth sinking into your bottom lip. worry, that's what mark remembered. your eyes widened, but not in the usual shock, simply in disappointment. you cursed under your breath, muttering something about your parents getting pissed at your reappearance. you stopped clicking your pen, letting the chagrin settle onto you. "yeah.."

you sucked your teeth, imitating the look of a sulky child. mark was consumed by his silence, completely confused by the situation. he didn't give a comment, simply watched the whole entire thing happen. "i'll give you a few minutes, don't worry".

you didn't respond to that one, your eyes following the police officer who strolled out the door towards his car. you bit into your lip again, hands grasping onto your notebook and thumb still pressing onto your pen. "what bullshit".

mark continued staring, his hands clutching at his thighs. you then glanced at him once more, causing for him to flinch back. you stayed silent, watching him as much as he did you a few minutes prior.

"are you alright?" he muttered, leaving his voice at a low volume. he didn't want to raise it, he wanted to keep it at a volume that kept you comfortable.

you snickered, clicking your tongue against the roof of your mouth. "fine, going home is just my worst nightmare".

mark's fingers found themselves sliding across his legs, teeth sliding against each other in back and forth motions. he blinked his big brown eyes, staring with an assured gaze he hoped would somehow make it's way to you. "i'm sorry".

he whispered those two words as if he was in physical pain, eyes watering for an inexplainable moment. he couldn't help it, and he had no idea why he couldn't help it. it was embarrassing how much he felt at the moment.

you stared back, lips pursuing. your expressions did at least seventy transformations, as if you were in disbelief at someone having empathy for you. you seemed distraught, why is he tearing up? that's so strange.

you chuckled, hoping it would quell his worries. "it's okay, not like it's your fault".

"still, you shouldn't have to feel that way about going home.. your parents shouldn't be kicking you out".

you grimaced, put off by the words. it isn't as if they were terrible, you just seemed.. astonished. why did he care? it was simply weird to you.

"well thank you for your concern but i'll be fine".

mark blinked away the tears threatening to escape his eyes, god what was wrong with him? why did he even tear up at that? he totally weirded you out.

"yeah um.. i'm sorry" mark bit into his inner cheek, letting out a heavy sigh. "just have a good day" a theatric smile placed itself on his lips, he was definitely trying to convince himself that it wasn't that bad of a situation.

you stared longer, seemingly itching to say something. there were words resting on the tip of your tongue, mark could practically sense it. "yeah, you too".

and when you stood up to walk out of the door, donghyuck coincidentally escaped the clutches of the sheriff, stumbling out of his office with his arms crossed over his chest. the door closed behind you, and mark watched the entire time.

"what took you so long?" mark uttered, eyes casting donghyuck's way.

the younger huffed in his usual donghyuck manner, hands on his hips. "he was giving me a big talk about safe driving" he placed heavy air quotes around the last two words, lips curled into a frown.

mark licked his teeth, his thoughts retracing back to you. "do you know him..?"

donghyuck blinked, his mouth opening to ask about who until he saw the way mark motioned his head. "y/n? oh yeah, he's around here all the time, the officers basically take him in whenever.."

"why?"

his voice scratched like sandpaper, donghyuck wincing at the tone. he then shrugged his shoulders, his attitude puzzled. "something about his parents not really caring, it's pretty shitty".

mark's lips parted in a freezing motion, his stomach pain only worsening. "that's scary.. feeling safer at the police station than your own home".

"i don't know much about his situation, just know his parents have a terrible temper".

mark swallowed the lump in his throat, his head beginning to pound at the information given. he tried to distract himself by thinking about school coming up soon, but he was snapped back into reality by donghyuck.

"why are you even asking me about y/n?"

mark glanced up at his childhood friend, a small whisper in his mind telling him to lie. "just curious that's all".

the lie laid bitter on his tongue, but he didn't allow for donghyuck to dwell on it, rising from the chair he's practically glued himself to. "promise me you'll never illegally drive again, the officers here look like they wanna kill me".

donghyuck rolled his eyes, tease evident in his attitude. "okay markie, promise".

mark pushed his shoulder in retaliation.

that? that was two months ago.

before the crisp autumn weather drifted through the atmosphere, before the leaves began falling to decorate the ground in orange and brown hues, mark lee had met you at the local police station. your legs crossed, pen clicking, and nose buried into your notebook.

september came and went rather quickly, the scorching heat of the summer air transforming into the russet autumn scenery which drifts into october. the temperature steadily dropping, sweaters becoming more and more common in his closet, mark can't exactly focus in class during the first few months of school.

when mark hears his name fall from his teacher's lips in pair with yours, he snaps out of an episode of disassociation, blinking up. "what?"

his teacher deadpanned, readjusting her glasses. she doesn't even seem surprised by his lack of focus anymore, his exhaustion is constantly evident. "project partners mark, you'll be paired with y/n".

mark only parts his lips in response, the words rendering him speechless. he glances around the classroom as he listens to the older woman's voice blurs into the background, catching sight of you in the far back, again scribbling into your notebook, your manner reminiscent of how you acted the first time you two met.

he stares for a while before again looking forward, his mouth going dry as he tries again to focus, but of course, he can't. his mind stays focused on you throughout the whole class, even after the endless words he lets blur away.

you spin your pen between your fingers, it's the same pen you had that day, maybe you have some sort of attachment to it or something, maybe it's your favorite pen, maybe someone special gifted that pen to you.

maybe mark's letting it all get to his head, why is he even making assumptions when he hasn't walked up to you yet?

while everyone else rushes to leave the class, mark rises from his seat and again glances over at you, slinging his back over his shoulder.

you're riveted by what you're doing in your notebook, so absorbed that you barely hear the shuffling footsteps making their way around the many desks towards yours. your lips turn down as you smudge the ink on the page, a small suck of the teeth adding to your frustration.

"um.. hi" mark whispers, watching as you glance up and pause, one click to your pen. you don't respond immediately, studying mark for a while, and mark tenses up under your gaze, sucking a breath between his teeth.

"hi".

"we uh— were partners for the project".

your smile is neutral. "i know".

mark began biting the skin off his lips, hands gripping at his backpack. "i don't know where you want to start, uh.. maybe we could go to the library?"

he's just saying what he's hoping will work. he doesn't exactly know you yet, he assumes your one off interaction at the police station left a sour taste in your mouth.

but unbeknownst to mark's anxious inner voice, you smile, not exactly a neutral one this time, a much better smile ('better' in terms of expression, your lips stretch into an aspect of satisfaction).

"that'd be nice".

mark nods, almost too enthusiastically he thinks. how embarrassing. you let out a silent yawn, oblivious to the battle mark is having in his head. "tomorrow maybe we can start?"

your smile again becomes neutral, but at least mark doesn't think you want to kill him. "yeah, tomorrow is fine".

tomorrow. tomorrow is fine.

"okay, have a good day y/n".

mark rushes out of the classroom much too fast, he feels a little terrified of you. maybe you don't exactly want to kill him, maybe you just look at everyone else in that way, maybe it won't be that bad to be paired with you.

still, mark isn't sure why his mind tells him he should stay away from you.

[sebsbarnes]

hello! this request may seem a bit strange but I'd like to request a one-shot about tangerine getting a call from his girlfriend to pick her up because some strangers followed her after getting off the station. This unfortunately happened to me and I'm still shocked, I got off 3 stations before mine, I went into a convenience store and they still managed to follow me... I called my half-brother to pick me up but he didn't want to 😃 and he still blamed me for studying at night. sorry for my terrible english, i'm desperate for comfort 🥺 thank you! i love your blog ❤️

hii! thank you for loving my blog and thank you for sending in a request :) i am going to do it in bullet points i hope that is okay, and i wanted to say i am so sorry this happened to you, i've been in this situation numerous times and it truly is scary and completely unjust to be placed in a position where you feel nervous, alone, and in danger because someone is harassing and stalking you. we shouldn't have to but carrying pepper spray or an alarm is always beneficial or even talking to shop owners could help. i hope you are feeling better from this experience and you can always chat to me if you need to :)

tangerine intervenes a stalker headcanon

warnings: talks of stalking, nothing descriptive

masterlist

you're out on the town doing some shopping that you had been avoiding and you had already been trying to muster through the long day of shopping

what didn't help was when you realized you started seeing two familiar faces at each stop

you had gotten off at a stop so you could go into a soap shop a block from the station

that's when you first noticed the two men

but you didn't think much about it then...it was a saturday afternoon and this was a popular shop and the station you had just left from was the closest

you picked up some soaps you needed for the apartment, thanking the cashier and headed for the door when a man darted in front of you and grabbed the door for you

"oh! thank you!" you smiled at him before turning back to the station

you got back on the train and soon noticed the man that grabbed the door for you and his friend, both of whom were staring intensely at you from across the car, you shot them a forced smile and turned your back, ready to get off again

there was a clothing store nearby that tangerine loved and you wanted to pop in and see if there was something you could buy him

you went up and down the aisle running your hands over the fabric when you felt eyes on you... familiar eyes

through the rack, you saw one of the men again

'they just have to be shopping...right?'

with quick feet and a fast beating heart you maneuvered throughout the store to lose them

you looked up at the mirrors lining the ceiling on the side of the store and saw the two men talking with each other and pointing towards where you walked to... but then they left the store.

you clutched your chest, attempting to steady your breath. you refused to leave now so you wasted a good fifteen minutes in the store before buying tangerine a new tie and leaving

you felt good leaving, no eyes on you, no weird feeling in the pit of your stomach until you passed a small alleyway and then heard two sets of feet thumping on the sidewalk behind you

whipping your head to the side you watched the windows fly past you and that's when you noticed it was the two men in the reflection... a decent enough space behind you, but still too close

you felt sick and your hands were clammy and a bit shaky

'did they know tangerine? were they from a mission?' you kept thinking

tangerine... YES! tangerine!

you pulled your phone out and pressed the call button

an empty soda can went flying into your feet from behind and when you looked the two men were smirking, one of them chewing on a piece of gum with his mouth open

you fastened your pace and felt tears line your eyes... you were scared

"hey lov-"

"TAN! oh my god thank god you answered"

"what's wrong?" tangerine asked, he was now standing up hearing the fear in your voice

"there's these men they won't stop following me and-"

"where are you?" he cut you off

you heard his keys jingle in the background when you told him what was nearby and he instructed you to continue walking but be vigilant and that he would be here any second

oh and he is pissed. he is FUMING. his vision has turned white similar to his fingers that were gripping the sterling wheel with such intensity it was shaking

tangerine was a lot of things... and today he turned into a fucking racecar driver

you were fast walking on the sidewalk, the men a far enough distance behind you when you saw tangerine's car flying down the street. once the front of his car past you he jerked the wheel and turned the car onto the sidewalk, you stopped walking and watched him step out of the vehicle

the men had to abruptly stop so they didn't get hit

"what the FUCK?" one of them yelled, throwing his arms up

tangerine shot you a wink before adjusting his brass knuckles and rounding the hood of the car to the men

"oh, i'm sorry mate, did i get in your fuckin' way of followin' that young lady?" tangerine asked

the guys pretended to be clueless which only angered tan more before he started punching them. the guys weakly pleaded for tangerine to stop, but that's not how tangerine works... he stops when he wants to

"maybe you should be productive with your sad lives rather than stalking poor young women you disgusting pieces of shit. how'd you feel if i spent every day following you around, huh? do you think i should do that, mr. miller?" tangerine asked, looking at one of their IDs, "maybe i'll hang onto this, a keepsake, yanno?"

tangerine took the men's IDs, making a mental note that he will pay them a visit at their homes, and leaving them on the ground with blood pouring from their noses and split skin

he tossed their IDs and the brass knuckles into the car and walked over to you

"are you alright?" he asked with worried eyes running his hands over your arms

you nodded your head and leaned forward into his chest, the sound of his heartbeat calming you

"c'mon, let's leave before the police come. we can go home and just lay on the couch today, yeah? i'll pick up some takeout tonight, anything you want love"

tangerine grabbed the shopping bags from your hands and guided you to the car. you rolled down your window as the men stood to their feet

"assholes!"

tangerine let out a small laugh, placing a hand on your knee as you gave them the middle finger

[danosrosegarden]

edward angst, where he comforts reader over the phone from Arkham :( there both so broken up about not being able to see each other and reader breaks down moments into the call

sick of losing soulmates - edward nashton x gn!reader headcanons ౨ৎ ˙⋆.˚♡

{contents ♡ mentions of violence, mentions of vomiting, angst + fluff}

{word count ♡ ~700}

♡ it just didn't match, the image of him that was burned into your brain and the campfire scary story monster he was when you weren't looking. they were entirely different beings. your edward was the one who wrote handwritten letters and sent wrappings of sweet perfumed flowers to you just because. your edward was the one who'd hug you from behind while you cooked dinner and basked in the warmth of your being. your edward was the one who'd nuzzle into the crook of your neck at night, tracing the curves and dips of your gently rising and falling body. that edward was the one who was ice cold and eerily calculated, slithering into the unlucky mice's lives like a beady-eyed snake. that edward was the one who coiled around them and reveled in the sheen of terror glossed across their eyes. that edward was the one that squeezed, the one that suffocated, the one that took and took and took until there was nothing left to take.

♡ most days you got sick, dry heaving up what little was left in your gut until your eyes poured salty tears and your chin was slick with spittle. most days you felt crushed into dust, broken into shards. you'd gone through the whipping windstorm waves: cold bitterness, broiling anger, dizzying confusion. but most of all, you felt the aching weight grabbing hold of your heart and dragging down: you were sad. you were hurt. you were heartbroken. he had hid his plans from you, he had lied about where he was most evenings, he had trusted a group of deranged strangers before he had trusted you. that all hurt in its own way. but above all else, it would never be possible to again find what you once had with him. that was what hurt the most.

♡ you had questioned whether or not you even wanted to hear his voice again. your kneejerk reaction was of course, of course, give me the phone, please please please please let me have just a few more minutes of his distant presence. but the more it blackened the crevices in your brain like a messy ink spill, the more you felt the deep pit in your stomach lurch. what are you even supposed to say to him? what is he supposed to say to you?

♡ you rehearse the lines in your head over and over. you breathe deep and steady, trying to stable the quivering in your hands as you hold the phone.

♡ "hello?"

♡ you hold the phone to your ear silently for a moment, listening to the smothering quiet in your apartment and the shallow in and out of your breath. "edward?"

♡ for that split second, you're connected by this odd, tightly woven string of silence. you're jammed between what is there to say? and how am i supposed to say everything in this miniscule time frame?

♡ "it's good to hear you." the words are wading through molasses, spoken slowly and thickly, like his voice had been flossed through a filter.

♡ and it all comes rushing back, a crashing tidal wave of every lazy morning spent tangled in his arms, every cool evening spent bathing in the comfortable quiet of your bedroom together.

♡ every line you'd memorized before the call gets crumpled and trashed. you feel the hot contacts of tears rise against your eyes and drop down your cheeks. "hi, eddie. i miss you."

♡ he can't promise forever anymore. he can't promise much of anything anymore...perhaps that's what's most difficult to grapple with, the uncertainty of it all. the dice roll that each new day would bring, the gamble you bet on with every rising and setting sun. but here in this moment, you feel as though he's reaching out. you can sense his radiating warmth from the other end of the line. it numbed the bleeding thought in the back of your brain that you had lost him for good. here he was, here you were, hands outstretched, arms wide open.

[homunculus-argument]

The reason why teenagers are scary is the infinite potential for chaos - they're grownup-sized but lack both the brain capacity for impulse control and to fully consider any potential consequences of whatever they think of doing, and the life experience to even make educated guesses of what could happen if they do whatever it was that just popped into their heads. Like I don't think they're monsters and most of them are mostly harmless, but it's like with unfamilair dogs - you just never know.

This one time I was sitting at a local mall waiting for my friends, sitting on one of the benches quietly on my phone to kill time. A flock of teenagers drifted in and settled down to the seats next to mine, I ignored them and they ignored me as strangers do in public. They were getting somewhat rowdy but that wasn't my place, they're not my kids and it's not like other peoples' kids listen to me anyway if I tried to tell them to behave.

Anyway the security showed up to inform them that it's about time for them to cut that shit out and leave the premises, which they sensibly agreed to do after remarkably minimal protest. Having observed the scene from the corner of my eye while pretending to focus on my phone, I realised that while the kids left, the security guy remained right there. Looking up, I realised that he was staring at me, expectantly.

I was just about to start explaining to the guard that I was not with those guys, as one of the boys in the receeding flock - already leaving, but still well enough within earshot to overhear me, apparently - paused for a moment and turned, calling out to me: "hey [generic gen Z name], you coming or what?" and the rest of the gang, seeing what he did there, burst into laughter. They didn't even break their stride, just did that casually in passing.

The guard turned back to me, saying nothing. he just stared at me with the full expression of a man who doesn't get paid enough to listen to explanations nor give a shit about distinguishing between the two. Using my mostly fully developed adult brain to contemplate my chances, I decided that if it wasn't already so before, then it would certainly now be a futile effort to start explaining to him that not only had I never met those kids in my life, that's not my name, I am twenty-four, and I have no idea whatsoever why that kid randomly decided to do that.

So I packed my dignity along with my other stuff back to my backpack and left for the library to wait for my friends there.

Kids that age aren't evil or necessarily even actively malicious. Most of them grow up to be perfectly well-adjusted, sensible people. The problem is that they're just clever enough to spot an opportunity to go "hey fuck this random stranger's day, too", and not hesitate for a heartbeat before proceeding to do so.

[cyberdragoninfinity]

the thing with trying to talk about my dad in any capacity is that anything i can say about him just paints an uncontrollably, increasingly bananas ass picture (which i guess immediately proves why i am a somewhat bananas ass person myself.) he was like somebody's loose OC. "my life is like a movie v//v" my dad grew up in an orphanage, like an honest to god orphanage, in Staten Island and whenever I try to look up pictures of it I routinely and almost exclusively get ones that look like theyve been through a war and/or a Scary Asylum Youtube Horror Series

he was a garbageman. he was a bartender. he was a crossing guard that was so good at his job they had to hire three people after he left to do what he was doing alone. he apparently got briefly entangled with the mafia?????!??!! he had the thickest Brooklyn accent that never went away and it's my favorite voice ever. he was, again, so terminally offline that he never used a computer and had a barely functional flip phone only. he liked baking. he could make friends with any stranger within 15-20 minutes. he beat cancer. he was in two episodes of Better Call Saul. he befriended a raven in Utah. he was endearingly fond of T-rexes. he was and is one of my favorite people, now and forever.

[your-averagewriter]

Wrong number...?

Summary: (y/n) gets a mysterious call from a wrong number claiming to be in her house but it's not what it seems...

Word count: 0.9K

Warnings: kissing, stalking (kinda?), sexual references

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I pop a piece of popcorn in my mouth whilst walking through the kitchen. Because my parents weren’t home I decided to make some popcorn and watch a movie. Ethan’s meant to be here now but he’s late. My thoughts are interrupted by a ringing coming from the other side of the room.

I wander over and grab hold of the phone plugged in on the counter. Placing another piece of popcorn in my mouth I pick up the phone and lift it to my ear.

“Hello?” I ask.

“Hello.” A gravelly voice replies.

“Who are you?” I ask, curiously.

“You tell me who you are then I’ll tell you who I am, sound good?”

“It sounds like you’ve got the wrong number…” I trail off.

“Oh okay then.” He pauses and I go to put the phone down. “But before I go, can I ask you a question?” 

“I mean you just did but you can ask me another one. I might not answer but you can try.” I say with a small smirk.

“Do you like scary movies?” He asks and I tilt my head thinking about what an odd question that was to ask a stranger.

“Yeah I like ‘em,” I say eating another piece of popcorn.  “Although my boyfriend loves them, he must have watched them all.” I chuckle thinking about Ethan.

“What’s your favourite scary movie?”

I think about it for a second. “It’s got to be Halloween, the original, obviously.”

“That’s a good choice. You said you had a boyfriend?” He asks.

“Yes…”

“Are you with him now?”

“No, although he’s meant to be over right now.” I check my watch. “He’s late.”

“Oh no.” The deep voice responds through the phone. “What’s he like?”

“Why do you wanna know? You don’t even know my name let alone his?” I scoff quietly.

“I’m just interested, what is your name then?” He asks again.

“Seriously, why do you wanna know?” I ask, getting a little concerned.

“Well, I wanna know who I’m looking at.” He says and my face drops. I replay his words over and over in my head.

“Who you’re looking at…” I mumble under my breath, my eyes darting to the different doors in my view and I poke my head around the corners, cautiously. I lock the doors that I go past. “That’s not funny, Mister,” I say as I walk around the kitchen trying to secure my position.

“Why not? You’re adorable, twisting and turning looking for me.” His words only frighten me more as I look around hastily. “Now, do you think I’m inside or outside your house?” He asks, his voice unwavering.

“I don’t think you’re anywhere near my house! I think you’re pranking me.”

“You’re wrong.” I hear the same voice but this time it’s not through the phone, it’s from directly behind me.

I jump and turn around to stare at the man behind me. He’s adorned in a black cloth and Ghostface mask, some sort of stupid costume. Before I can run or fight back he places his hands on my hips and lifts me up onto the kitchen counter. I only watch in surprise, frozen by my fear that all I do is try and squirm out of his grip

“Get off of me!” I yell.

“Stay still.” He orders, his voice as deep if not more so than over the phone, and I hesitantly lower my hands and sit still on the counter for a second. “It’s just me.” He pulls off his mask revealing himself. Ethan stands in front of me in the costume, a smile on his face. The shock or horror must have been evident on my face from his reaction. “Oh, c’mon.” He says before my lips twist into a small smile. “It was funny, you’ve got to admit.” 

“Okay, it was a little funny,” I pause. “But you scared the shit out of me!”

“Sorry, sorry. What can I do to make it up to you?” He asks, matching my smile as his hands remain on my waist.

“Well, I have an idea,” I say and lean in, pushing my lips to meet his. Immediately, the kiss is full of passion and I can feel his hands grip my waist. My hands make their way up to his hair where they tangle in the messy curls drawing cute sounds from him. I feel him bite down gently on my lower lip so I open my eyes to meet his deep brown ones. He pulls away from me.

“I like your idea…” He trails off before placing his face just in front of mine, his breath flutters against my lips before he presses his lips on mine. I tilt my head slightly, allowing him more access as he trails soft kisses along my jawline before lowering his face to my neck. I sigh, but then he slowly pulls his face out from the crook of my neck.

“Should we take this upstairs?” He suggests with a smug smirk.

“I think that’s a good idea…” I trail off before he hoists me up from my waist. Wrapping my legs around his waist I chuckle as he carries me towards the stairs. “Ethan… This isn’t quite what I meant…” 

“I’m just being efficient.” He says pressing a couple of quick kisses to my forehead as I bury my head in the crook of his neck, embarrassed.

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AN: I just watched Scream 6 and I loved it, I thought it was really good and I especially loved Ethan hence this fic.

I hope you enjoyed reading!

[louanesays]

SCARY NIGHT ISN'T IT?

it's a scary night that's why you're screaming right?

...right?

☆ sum: Left alone on Halloween, you receive mysterious calls from an unknown number. How will you spend your night? Ghostface Geto comes to the rescue.

☆ cw: afab!reader, befora shibuya au, kñifeplay , fingəring, petnames, size kink, unprotected, slight bloød mentions MDNI!

a/n this turned out deeper then i thought. just watched the 1st 3 scream movies with my bf and i felt inspired...

banner by @aransmind !!!!!!!!

──★ wc: 2.3k

thanks to @ciellit for proof reading love you⋆.˚

Being alone is not how you imagined how your Halloween would be. Watching scary movies all by yourself, just because your boyfriend had a last-minute cult meeting to run.

If Suguru was here, movies wouldn't be such a bad activity. Cuddling, sitting between his legs, anything that would involve the two of you touching would be perfect, perfect for you to be precise.

By the time the third movie rolls around, your popcorn is almost out, and it's time to make another batch. As you walk into the kitchen you and your boyfriend share, your phone starts ringing. Who would call you on Halloween night?

You are hoping its the man himself, telling you that he is almost home, but an unknown number lights up on your phone.

"Hello?" you ask the person on the other side of phone, and a deep baritone voice calls back, "Who is this?" the man questions. "Who are you trying to reach?" you retort. "No one in mind, just trying to have a conversation." You go back to making popcorn while holding your phone between your shoulder and ear.

"Then there are more than a hundred websites for lonely souls like you. Good-bye." You slam the phone down and put the packet in the microwave, but the phone rings again. "But what if I want to chat with you?" the rich, deep voice rings in your ears again. "Well, if you find my number there, we can. Go try." You put the phone down again, hoping you won't receive another phone call.

Done with the popcorn, you're just about to calm down and convince yourself that he won't call again when the phone rings again. "What is your favorite scary movie?" the same voice asks, as if he doesn't understand hints.

"I don't particularly have a favorite one, but I like Saw. Is that all you wanted to ask?" You walk back to the couch and cover yourself with Halloween-themed blankets.

"No one really likes Saw," he argues, and as if you could hear the smirk in his voice, completely ignoring the other part. "Is that what you're watching right now?" You get a weird feeling in your stomach, as if he would know what you are doing, but he must assume it because of the surrounding noises.

You mumble a yes back while munching on your snacks, and after a moment of silence, he speaks again. "What's your name, doll?" you almost choke on popcorn at the nickname.

"You want to be friends or something?" you chuckle at your own joke, easing the tension, but he doesn't seem to be amused. "I just want to know who I am looking at."

You glance out the living room's windows, seeing the backyard but nothing that shouldn't belong there. Great, a prank call by a sexy-voiced stranger on Halloween night never sounds bad—if you weren't alone. But at the moment, it creeps you out, even though the voice sounds oddly familiar, you can't put a name to it.

"My boyfriend will be home soon, I would run if I was you" Trying to lighten your own mood, potentially trying to scare him away.

"Oh, your oh-so-special grade boyfriend?" He chuckled deeply, like it truly entertained him. "Look who's behind you, baby." Chills ran through your spine. "If I don't look, I'll never know," you sassed back at him.

"Oh, doll, trust me, you want to see me."

You look behind yourself but gladly see nothing, but as you turn back a man is standing there in the infamous ghostface mask, knife in his hand shining more then any kitchen knife could ever.

In most situations masked man would turn you on, but this time it scares you, considering the fact you should be alone in the house. You scream at him, jump over the back of the couch and start running.

Phone discarded on the couch—the only way of calling for help. After watching so many scary movies you should've known better. Adrenaline flowed through your veins, and your breath was short from running up the stairs and constantly looking behind you.

Your quick thinking wasn't the sharpest ever, but running up the stairs into a one-way place? What kind of cheap scary movie is this? He's fast behind you, tangling you down to the floor, knife to your throat, Adrenaline blurring your vision.

"Let's play a game" he murmured lowly, his hand skillfully turning the knife not cutting your skin. His eyes behind the mask skimming over your body, not like you could see that.

Your heart was drumming in your ears as he straddled your torso, oversized shirt riding up, exposing your stomach.

His knife started gliding over your collarbones then stilled at the start of the shirt, you carefully eyed his movements opened your mouth, sentence forming but then the knife started moving again, slicing through the material of your shirt.

A gasp left your mouth as but it didn't stop at your shirt, panties slit into 2 pieces also, leaving you almost bare on the cold tiles. You pushed your thighs together, as you felt yourself get wet from his actions.

"Who are you?" you ask naively, hoping he would answer the first question and the most important of them all. He cracked a laugh, his body shaking a bit as if you had told him some kind of joke.

He leaned in closer knife pointed in the puffy skin of your lower abdomen but not enough pressure to draw blood. "Wouldn't you like to know" he scoffs. Feeling like he's a Joker himself huh.

Even with a knife pointed on you, you couldn't help but roll your eyes "You never told me what this game is about" You replied breathlessly. He leaned rear, then his knife was tracing a way, back to your aching cunt again but this time drawing a line of blood.

Almost as if it were a paper cut, your adrenaline levels are through the sky now. You could get addicted to this feeling.

Suddenly, one of his hands retorts from your body and he moves his mask just so his mouth is exposed, but you can't see it; he's quick to trace his way up with his tongue but something cold on his lips catches you off guard.

Is that?

"S-Suguru, is that you?" you almost moaned. His head was now back up, his heavily pierced lips on display, and the biggest smirk you could ever imagine was on his lips.

"So quick to ruin my game, angel." His gloved hands reached for his mask, and in the next moment, it was flying to the other side of the room. Now, his deep purple eyes stared back at you.

Oh, that boyish smile is going to be the end of you.

"How about I finish what we started, hm?" he hummed, eyes searching yours for approval. You nodded, no sentence daring to come out.

His hands quick back at you, knife in his hand lightly poking at your lower ribcage, eyes staring deep into yours the other hand coming to cup your breast and his mouth latches onto your nipple, the feeling making you moan. His eyes never leaving yours.

Your hands wrap around his hand pulling at his scalp, making him moan around you. His hand drops the knife and he stops his work on your nipples to get his glove down.

His mouth goes back lapping at you other nipple, but his hand travels down to feel up your pulsing pussy. "So wet f' me doll" you moan back as a response, head cloudy by the stimulation.

He might've hit the jackpot with the Ghostface mask.

He collected some slick from your hole then pushed his finger in you, and one his fingers were bigger then two of yours, bringing instant relief to you. he started at a slow pace and then pushed another finger in, stretching you, and it felt better then ever.

He was pumping his fingers in and out of you, and you couldn't help but moan as he curled them just right knowing you better then the back of his hands, making you feel like putty between his hands, and he started circling his thumb on your clit and the pressure in your lower stomach started to tighten.

He isn't the one to decline your pleasure is he? If he would be, then he wouldn't be dressed up as Ghostface right now. Feeling you spasm around his digit makes him work faster and lean to you and whisper sweet nothings in your ear.

The high comes, body shaking, head cloudy, and your face has pleasure written on it, eyes rolling back and mouth open.

"such a little minx" he mumbles and he picks you up bridal style and presses a light kiss onnyour forehead, but leaves your shredded clothes, and the knife on the tiles. He drops you on the bed, and stands beside it to get rid of his other non-essential things like his other glove and robe, and his clothes.

Once both of you were naked, he was quick to get on top of you, grabbing your legs by your ankles folding you in half "putting that pretty pussy in display, hope you don't mind doll" he sweetly cooed but no remorse in his voice.

His hand stays holding your legs together, the other pumping his dick a few times, smearing the precum on it's head. He is running it through your folds, pussy still sensitive from coming earlier, making you moan.

He started slowly sliding it in inch by inch, when he was balls deep, he started rutting his hips in an inhuman pace, making you a moaning mess, more then you already were.

"you feel so much tighter when you're scared" he says to you. He might be right, the adrenaline he gave you earlier turned you up more then it should've. No one could ever do these things to your body he does, and both of you know that.

Hips fucking into you meanly, his fragrance overpowering your senses. Both hands traveling to your hips, and your now free legs rest on his shoulders. His actions, touches feel possessive making you clench even more around him as you feel yourself getting even more wet.

"that's it baby taking m' soo well" he grunts whimpering ever so lightly. Adam's apple bobbing as he gulps, his hair tousled on his back, like its glued to it by the sweat.

He loved this position, he could see your face and the pretty faces you're making, like scrunching your nose, mouth wide open moaning his name.

Suguru wasn't the one to fuck you in one position but he was really close. Why do you have to feel so good around him, he wasn't a one minute wonder. So he manhandled you onto your stomach.

Your ass moving on it's own, rising but his hands plant on your hips pushing you back down. "Let me try something new baby" he groans through gritted teeth.

He straddles your thighs from behind and pushes into you in a swift motion making both of you groan out at the feeling. One of his hands roams to your scalp and grabs your hair at the base forcing your head up.

The only thing that's missing is a camera from his hands taking a picture of you and of course a knife from your back.

Its not long before he's got you screaming his name but in this position rubbing against your spot making the knot in your stomach feel tighter, the relief feeling closer.

"s-sugu 'm gonna cum" your words come out muffled in the sheets, His other hand kneading the flesh of your ass making your pussy flutter around him, squeeze and helping him towards his finish.

"come f' me doll" your moans got louder Geto's hips were hitting everything, head dizzy from short breaths. eyes were rolling back into your skull as both of your were nearing your releases.

A deep moan was heard from Suguru as his head falls back but his pace doesn't falter, the knot in your stomach comes undone as he paints you insides white.

Your body feels spent, no thought can form in your brain, as you carelessly lay on the bed. Your boyfriend still inside you, catching his breath, stilling himself above you trying not to crush you.

He slowly pulls out, and white liquid spills out of you, staining the sheets under you. "I should bring out Ghostface more often"

Waking up next to Suguru, tangled in the sheets between your legs and hands was the best feeling you could ever imagine.

As the morning went by, you went to the front of the house watering some of the plants you still left out there, and the old lady next door, was sitting on her porch in a rocking chair "Good morning sweeatheart" she smiled at you and you greeted her back. She always sat there in the mornings taking in the clean air, and waiting for you to come out and have a little chat with her.

"heard you screaming last night, had a fun halloween?" she said while innocently smiling at you and your face reddened and the next word didn't come out as smooth as they were supposted to "Yeah, Suguru dressed up and scared me, we watched a few scary movies after" the least obvious thing you could come up with in the short notice, would she realize?

"Didn't take you as the frightened type, but glad you had fun" and with that she left the topic and your now not freezed body continued watering the plants and scurried back in the house to find Suguru on his back laughing loudly.

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[bakugoushotwife]

family man // touya todoroki

a/n: this request was adorable! i love dabi sm and my favorite delusional past time is pretending i can fix him

summary: touya never pictured being a family oriented man, yet he's traversing the aisles of a local grocery store in the early hours of the morning just to satisfy your pregnancy cravings---and he's never been happier.

cw: fluff, domestic dabi, let's pretend everything w him and his family is all good!, uh pregnancy ig

wc: 1.7k

He never thought he would be here. He was honestly surprised he had even lived this long, nevermind all the perks of life he finds himself surrounded by these days. He doesn’t even remember contemplating a future. Even when he was really young and his only dream was to be a hero, he imagined himself alone. 

But then he met you. You were…his lifeboat. He would have blown up on his family if he hadn’t stumbled across you in that grocery store that day. Of all the places to fall in love, he thought he was safe at the grocery store. Especially with his appearance and reputation, never in a million years did he imagine a dainty and cute little woman struggling to reach a jar of her favorite pasta sauce, perilously moved to the top shelf. 

You sigh in relief when you see him. He swears that’s the first time he’s ever gotten that response from a stranger before. Then you surprise him again when your eyes gleam with recognition, and you still smile. 

“Oh I know you! Dabi–League of Villains!” You hum, even adding your own inflection to his affiliation like it was a scary movie or something…not as dangerous. You point up to the jar. “I know it kinda goes against your whole m.o., but would you mind grabbing that jar for me?”

How could he say no to a face like that? You were breathtaking, and he wastes no time checking out the thickness of your thighs and the roundness of your ass before giving you a nonchalant nod. He strolls over, hands in the pockets of his leather jacket. “True fans call me Touya.” 

You laugh at his arrogant face, and that certainly humbles him. You’re gorgeous and you’re unafraid, those two made a dangerous combination. “I’m no fan, Touya.” You hum, leaning against your shopping cart. He reaches up for the jar, and you never take your eyes off of him. He feels it, he knows. He’s a little confused, though he rationalizes your friendliness to pity, maybe, or just a fetish of yours if he had to guess. He holds the jar out, and you make it a point to brush against his fingers when you take it from him, a cheeky grin on your face. 

His eyes widen slightly, and he nearly jerks away out of instinct, but there’s a glimmer in your eyes that tells him to pursue this, that there’s something there. So when you offer to let him come home with you to try the pasta sauce you made such a hassle for, he can’t help but give you a lopsided toothy grin, and follow after you. 

That leads him here, in the aisles of the same grocery store he stood in five years ago when he met you. A lot has changed since then, he thinks to himself while browsing the store for hot cheetos and chocolate covered strawberries, and the banana mochi they’re always out of. In any other event, he would think you’re nasty. Would he refuse to get it for you? Probably still no, but he would give you hell for it.

But now, he can’t blame you. It’s only his responsibility to get these things for you. It makes your life easier, which definitely makes his life easier. Sure the combo is wicked, but what baby Todoroki wants, she gets. He can’t deny the mother of his child anything, and if their daughter wants this ghastly diet, then he will drag his ass to the store at, he checks his phone, 1:02 AM, to get them for the loves of his life. 

He locates the items, and slinks off to checkout. He definitely never thought of kids. Even after you. He just assumed it was a part of his life he would never experience, why would anyone want kids with him? But for your three year anniversary, you asked to try. He was shocked, it took him days to really think about it and try to think of a baby. He struggled. He thought of you holding that baby cousin of yours, but that was different, it wasn’t yours. When he tries to make the baby look like him, he struggles harder. It’s easy to think of the image when the baby looks like you, instead. And he knows you’d make an amazing mother. You have the personality, the love in your heart, the desire. He can’t deny you that. He would be remiss to say he could break things off with you so you could find someone more suited to be a father, but he knows he’s too far in at this point. He could never let you go. So days later, when he comes to you and agrees to try for a real life human baby of his very own, he does it for you. Because he wants to show you he loves you and is willing to compromise. He’s willing to help you and take care of a screaming brat just because he’s wrapped around your finger. 

He didn’t imagine how much he would love it. He chuckles as he walks home, bags in hand, banana mochi secured. It’s like his life was separated into before you and after you. Everything he thought of pre-you was thrown out, and he’s been surprised with every twist that’s come after-you. No one would believe him if he admitted the giddiness in his step to get back home to his very pregnant wife, the woman who’s saved his life and made him another. No one would believe it if he told them that he’s spent hours scrolling through baby girl names on google and he actually picked the name your daughter will bear once she’s born. 

That’s fine, he doesn’t really need anyone else to believe him. Even when he strolls through the door of your shared home with a loud, begrudging sigh, he grins when he sees your shining face. He can’t pretend like your request bothered him, no matter how tough he wishes he could be in front of you. The sight of you wiggling your hips to get off the couch and waddle over and hug him, seven and a half months pregnant, is enough to make any man feel like he’s won the lottery.

He still remembers the day you told him that you were pregnant. You know how he hates massive celebrations or big flashy statements, so you came up with a more intimate and sweet plan.You just waited for him to get home that day, clutching the test tightly in your fist with a small pair of baby shoes you were able to crochet with all the time on your hands. When he comes in the door and you don’t greet him, he frowns. He’s prepared to make a dramatic scene when he pokes his head in the bedroom and sees you posing with the items. Your grin is impossibly wide and he can’t believe what he’s seeing. It took a while, but here you were, finally pregnant. He was filled with so much excitement but also so much fear, he only choked out a gasp and pulled you into his arms in response. He began to wrack his brain for a solution, on how to be a dad in nine months or less. He wasn’t even sure he was a good husband—but your loving and tender hand on his face brought him back to reality. Your smile is relaxed and you are nothing but ready. He knows if nothing else, you’ll teach him. 

But it turns out fatherhood is something that comes to him quite naturally. He baby-proofs the entire house the day you hit six months and he decides to have his sister host a giant baby shower. Even if he isn’t into big events, you are, and you deserved to be doted on and spoiled and given gifts before you gave him the greatest one of his life. 

That’s why he holds you like he does now, like he hasn’t seen you in years or like this is the last time he ever will. Because he’s so grateful, for everything you’ve given him and will continue to give for the rest of your lives, but he’ll never know how to tell you that. So he can only hug you tight and dangle the bags of your requested cravings in your face, a mischievous grin donning his features. 

“There mama, now baby girl can let you sleep.” He says, resting a gentle hand over the bump you’ve formed. It’s not yet big enough to keep you from hugging, and he’ll relish that for now by running his palm over his daughter’s temporary home. 

You cheer happily, digging through the bags and going for the banana mochi first. He chuckles, he knew that you would. He feels the baby kick into his hand upon your first bite, and he shakes his hand at his women. So dramatic. But he can’t deny the satisfaction he feels when he crouches to her level, his gravelly tone low just for the girl growing inside. 

“Hey, let mama rest or you’ll come out all lumpy or something.” He huffs, his turquoise eyes flickering up to you when the baby responds to his voice with more kicking. 

“She will not be lumpy—don’t lie to her!” You snicker, resting your hand on top of snow-white hair. 

He pokes his tongue out at you like it was supposed to be a secret. “I was trying to help ya, now you get what you get.” He chuckles, kissing the top of your belly before rising to kiss you too, hand still on your stomach. 

You return his kiss but shake your head. “She kicks because of you, you goober. She’s performing for her dad.” You hum, easily downing the snacks. He contemplates the idea, his heart warming. Maybe his daughter did like the sound of his voice. He hums appreciatively, and sighs his content. 

“Well, if yer listenin’, it’s past your bedtime.” He huffs, but he means this to you as well. It’s been getting harder to sleep the bigger you get, so he’s having to be more of an authority on your care than he’d like to be. “Off to bed, both of you.” He grumbles, leading you down the hall for more cuddles, back rubs, head scratches, or even more snacks if that’s what you want, whatever will get you to sleep. His night will be spent wondering if his daughter will look like you like he had always hoped when he finally gets to meet her.

[panchulien]

it's three am and im thinking about nik

last rb made me think of a very lovesick Nikolai who cannot, no matter how much he tries, stop thinking about his Captain. Sue him, it's been too long since they've seen each other, too many missions, schedules not matching and all that.

Phone calls aren't enough, but god knows if Nikolai didn't have at least that he'd go insane. So he's just.. there laying low after his schedules calmed down, and he waits for Prices to line up so they can see each other again. It's pure torture. He *could* drop by and hang around but doesn't wanna be a distraction or a burden to the guys. (he never would be, but still) So he's stuck doing nothing all day thinking about his love. Goes to the local bar, gets drunk, cries to strangers about how much he misses "his husband", doesn't disclose a name obviously, but he can't shut up about him ahahsh

Nikolai, slurring his words: Mmy husband. I love my beautiful husband. *sniffles* Do you think he misses me too? *big brown eyes misty with tears AHAHA*

Bar owner: Alright, big guy. Time to leave.

Nikolai: You're right... I should leave to.. to see my brilliant husband... Oh I miss him so much.. *hic*

The rest of the people at the bar think to themselves, just who might this "husband" be, that has this big scary man head over heels, muttering his name and sighing longingly.

[perfectlywrongformend3s]

Phone Call-Steve Harrington

A/n: So I decided to put two things together. I put scream and Stranger Things together. I just thought it would make a good one-shot so please enjoy.

-Samantha 

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Your POV

We were all in Max's trailer trying to come up with a plan to kill Vecna. I was standing by the phone with Max next to me. 

" So, how are we supposed to take him down?" I questioned 

" I was thinking we could all go in groups so some go to the upside down while the other half go to the Creel house." Nancy stated to us

" So who's going where?" Robin questioned 

Before anyone could answer, the phone rang, making me turn to answer. " Hello?" I questioned 

" Do you like scary movies?" they asked 

" Who is this?" I was confused with the questions they randomly asked. 

They responded back with, " Tell me your name, I'll tell you mine." 

I immediately responded with, " I don't think so." I hung up the phone. I then took a deep breath. " Who was that?" Steve questioned 

I turned around to face the group. I shrugged, " I don't know if some guy asked me if I liked scary movies." I explained 

" Well, that's not creepy?" Max said next to me

" Yea..." before I could get anything else out the phone rang again. 

" Is he calling again?" Dustin questioned 

I groaned and mumbled. " He better not." 

I picked the phone up and said. " Listen asshole..." Only to get interrupted 

" No, you listen here you little bitch. You hang up on me again and I'll cut you like a fish understand." I felt a huge chill go through my whole body. I dropped the phone making Max pick it up and put it back on the wall. 

" Did he just say that?" Nancy said 

Steve's POV

I kept my eyes on Y/n cause she looked pale after what he said on the phone. I stood up and walked over to her slowly. Once I reached her I put a gentle hand on her shoulder. " Are you doing okay?" I quietly said 

She shook her head. " I just got threatened by someone." She mumbled 

Which made me pull her into me. " Hey, we're going to figure this out." I reassured her

I glanced at the rest of the group hoping they knew what to do. " How about we track the number?" Robin questioned 

" We would if we knew the number." Dustin stated 

They all let out a sigh of defeat. I slightly glared at them and pointed to the shaking friend." Guys were going to find out who it is." I said hoping it was cheerful enough

I kept trying to calm Y/n down which was slowly working. " We're going to catch who did this. Okay don't worry." I whispered to her. 

She nodded and pulled away, but stayed close to my side. 

" So what's the plan?" Nancy questioned 

" Well, we could always wait for another call and see if we can track the number." Robin once again suggested 

" What if this person doesn't call right away." Max asked 

I was about to say something, but there was a knock on the door. " Who's that?" Robin mouthed 

Which only made me shrug my shoulders. I let go of Y/n/n and walked over to the door. I went to open it, but got stopped by someone grabbing my arm. I turned to find Y/n looking terrified. " What if it's him?" She whispers with a shaky tone. I never thought about that. " Well if it is, we're sitting ducks right now." Eddie said which was a fact. 

I backed away from the door. " Well we can't stay in here even if it is a random person pranking her." I said 

Your POV

I moved over to the couch next to Nancy and Eddie. I didn't want to tell them how much I was panicking, but I am. I kept asking myself if I was going to die. I mean I'm only eighteen, which is way too young to stop living. I was terrified, I snapped back to reality by Nancy and Eddie trying to get my attention. 

" Hey Y/n/n...you okay?" Nancy questioned 

" What..." I questioned and paused some before saying, " Yea, I'm fine. Don't worry." I said softly 

Dustin came over to me. " It's okay if you're not okay...you know that right." He calmly said 

I bit my bottom lip a little. " I'm just scared, what if it's not some prank and I actually get..." I got interrupted 

" Don't say that, okay. We're going to keep you safe. I'll keep you safe." Steve said 

I was fiddling with my fingers while listening to Steve. I saw Dustin's hand grab my right while Nancy took my left. Steve then squatted down in front of me putting his hands on my knees. 

" We're all right here, Y/n/n." Robin softly said 

I looked around at everyone in the small trailer we were in. I jumped a little when there was another knock. I felt Steve slowly rub reassuring circles on my knee. 

" Nobody moves a muscle." Steve whispered 

It happened again, making us all go quiet. It didn't stop. " Maybe we should see who it is?" Erica whispered finally speaking 

" What if it's the person from the phone?" Max questioned 

" Who is it?" Dustin asked

Which made Steve and Eddie scold him. " That's how people die in horror movies." Eddie whispered 

Before any of us could say something the person at the door spoke. " It's Lucas..." they said 

We all stayed quiet. " Dustin, Max, Erica. I know you guys are inside." he said 

Dustin motioned for Max to look out the window. She walked over slowly, then peeked around the corner. " It's him." she said, walking over to the door to pull it open. " Wait Max, make sure it's actually him." Dustin said 

She thought, but got stopped before she could say something. " What happened at the Mall last summer?" Erica said 

" We were fighting the Mind Flyer." he said 

Everyone let out a sigh of relief which made Max open the door. " I'm so sorry, Y/n/n." he immediately said after walking in. 

" What do you mean by that, Sinclair?" Steve said with a protective tone

Lucas put his hands up...

" Steve, it wasn't me. Believe me, it was one of the guys on the basketball team." 

" Well, that's not cool man. Tell your friends to shut it down." Steve warned 

Lucas sighed, " They weren't actually going to do anything. They just wanted to scare her plus they saw it in a movie." He explained 

Steve let out a breath of relief and rubbed my knees. " You doing okay now, Y/n." 

I smiled and nodded, " Still a little shaken, but knowing everything was a prank I'm doing better," 

He gave me a gentle smile. " Good, so back to the plan, people." He ordered while sticking close to me now, not that I minded. 

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I don't know about this one, I hope it made sense, cause to me it does but not sure. Let me know how you guys like this one. Also feel free to request anything, I'll be happy to write for you. 

again enjoy...

-Samantha

[blu3-j]

Welcome...Home..?

Overworked! GN! Reader x Welcome Home Crew

Chapter 2

Tw: none

The main character has woken up from drifting off to sleep while watching Welcome Home. Here's the twist (which isn't much of a twist for fanfiction like this, but regardless): the main character of Welcome Home, Wally Darling, talked directly to them! And now the reader must navigate through their morning when they find an unexpected surprise!

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 l Chapter 4

The first thing you woke up to was the blaring alarm on your phone. A jolt of energy washed over you as you bolted up from your seat.

Splash! Oh, no.

Looking down, your lap was now a mess. The cup of unfinished instant ramen now sat spilt on the couch.

"Oh, no, neighbor!" Next came the voice. That same, gentle, monotone voice you had gotten so familiar with.

The rest of the morning was a haze for you. Wally Darling, the puppet you had gotten to know a little about the night previous, was talking to you. Again. Which, at that point, didn't bother you as much as it did the first time. No, this time what caught you off guard, was that he was right there. In front of you. He wasn't as big as you, only merely shy of three feet. But he was there. Right there.

Another puppet walked up to Wally to see what the commotion was all about. Then another. A giant bird? And...a regular guy dressed in mailman attire. He was closer to a normal human height, you assumed only being about four feet tall. The bird cooed over you as she helped you up from the couch and brush off the excess instant ramen. Which by this point was long forgotten. "How did they get here? Who are they? Am I still dreaming? Am I dead? " The sound of dishes clanking together caught your attention and looking over, there was...a giant lanky puppet. Green, with multiple pairs of limbs. Wait, were those antennas?

In the corner of your eye, you saw two more puppets over by your bookshelf. A gray puppet was flipping through the various books, eventually settling on the one you had kept about butterflies from when you were a little kid. A second smaller one in a pink dress ran up to him with various trinkets in her hands, excitedly showing them to the other who merely glanced at them and mumbled a comment or two.

You heard two more voices back in the kitchen. Looking back over, there were two more strangers in your house that had originally gone unnoticed. One was a large blue dog that leaned against the counter. You assumed he was cracking jokes due to the green puppet's laughter while the dog occasionally passed over a dish or two to help the green puppet clean. The other was a smaller puppet that stood to the other side of the green puppet. A sun? A star, maybe? The smaller of the two was occasionally handed a dish to dry and put away while she walked around gallantly and ranted dramatically.

You were dumbfounded. Who were these people? How...how did they get here? How are they walking??? Speaking????

"Um...hello?" The mailman puppet called out to you and reached out for your arm while Wally tugged on your shirt to get your attention. You couldn't move. You could barely make a sound, only managing to get out a few struggling stammers that didn't even form a single coherent word. Feathers graced your back, and a wing reached over your shoulder to gently lead your head to look back at her.

"Oh, goodness, dear! Are you okay?" Her being a giant walking, talking, rainbow bird didn't help you clear your mind, but her gentle demeanor and caring eyes and tone did help you speak again, this time more clearly.

"...I...I think I need to sit down." It was barely more than a whisper, and the puppets worrying over you had to strain their ears to hear you. But they understood immediately and guided you to an empty clean chair. Wally climbed up onto your lap once you sat down.

"Neighbor, I know this is sudden...and maybe scary, but you're okay!" His felt hand reached for yours and he squeezed. "We don't know how we got here, either. The episode was just ending, and we all were going to go back to our houses, but then....then..." His voice trailed off. The orange puppet finished his explanation.

"We just woke up here, Ms./Mr./Mx." The puppet took off his cap to look at you more clearly. Was this even real? "We hope you don't mind us. We're still trying to find a way back to Home." The gray puppet walked over with a book in his hands, the smaller excitable puppet quick to latch onto him and follow.

"I take it you're Y/N L/N?" He closed the book as he walked over. The others glanced at him with a raised eyebrow and he rolled his eyes and opened the book once again to the inside of the cover. On the inside wrote: "This book belongs to: Y/N L/N." You nodded lightly, and the mailman spoke up.

"Well, ain't that just?" He raised his hand to you and smiled. "I think it's right time we introduce ourselves to you. I'm Eddie Dear. Your local mailman!" He stood there and stared, waiting patiently for you to shake his hand. Your arm shook as you reached out your free hand and grasped his. He gladly shook your hands without a moment's glance and let go.

Another hummed and spoke up. The gray puppet again. "You're right, Eddie. If you're hopefully going to be our host while we look for a way back to Home, you should know your guests." He took a step forward, choosing not to attempt to shake your hand; the puppet with a dress continued to cling close to him, he spared no glance in her direction. She bounced with more excitement every step closer the pair got to you. For having fake eyes, her eyes almost appeared to sparkle, just like a regular human's. "I'm Frank Frankly, the neighborhood's most knowledgeable residen-" The smaller puppet cut Frank off.

"And I'm Julie Joyful! It's so amazing, fantastic, wonderful that I get to meet you!" She squealed out. "Oh, we're going to have so much fun! I have so many games we could play together! Oh, do you like gardening? I love gardening! Maybe we can do some gardening together sometime!" Julie rambled on without a single pause for you to get a word in. Frank had to put a hand to her shoulder for her to stop and realize she had gotten carried away. A quick apology was uttered from the excited puppet, still as eccentric as ever. Then, the nervous bird stepped into your view, holding her wings close to her chest as she smiled politely.

"I'm Poppy Partridge, dear. I do hope we aren't a bother to you." She stepped closer and brushed her wing over your bangs and held them up to get a better look at your eyes. You couldn't help but feel almost entranced by the puppets around you. This shouldn't be real. Your eyes widened, and despite that, you felt as though you couldn't see enough of your surroundings. Poppy gasped and her brows furrowed. "Oh, dear! You don't look well, dearie. Have you been getting enough sleep? Have you been eating enough?" She cooed and fretted over you as she held the side of your face with her wing. It was odd, but strangely comforting; like a mother's reassuring embrace. You remained silent and opted to stare at her. How is this real?

BRIIIIIIING~!

The sound of your phone caught your attention and out of habit you swiftly grabbed it up and turned off your alarm. You didn't have time for this.

"I...." You stared absentmindedly at the screen of your phone, looking back at the notification.

"Get ready for work!!" It read in bold letters.

 "I...I need to get ready for work." Your voice was soft and unheard by the other puppets around you. Except for one.

"Okay," Wally gently piped up. "You can get ready for work, Y/N. We'll take care of things here for you." His smile widened and he squeezed your hand once more. "You take all the time you need. And when you're ready, we'll be waiting here for you, okay?" His dark eyes stared up into yours. That's when it all caved in for you. This was real. But you don't have time for this. Your face began to feel hot, your lip quivered...but you pulled yourself together and took a deep breath. Your eyes met his.

"Thanks, Wally."

"Of course, Y/N." He quickly moved out of your lap once you began moving to stand. Then you pretended things were normal again. You hurried to your room and grabbed a change of clothes, took a quick shower, and got your things organized in your bag. The thought of the living puppets in your house was shoved to the back of your mind. You don't have time for this. Hoisting the heavy bag onto your shoulder, you rushed to the front door.

"Wait!" A voice called out to you. Turning back, it was Poppy. "You're not leaving without breakfast, are you? And do you have lunch packed?" Was she really concerned for you?

A new voice called out to Poppy as the green puppet walked towards the two of you. He held out a small paper bag in one hand and a lunch container you had tried to use so long ago. You found you never had enough time or energy to pack it anymore. "It's alright, Poppy." He looked you in the eyes. "I know the tired eyes of a hard worker when I see one." He handed you the bag and container. "There wasn't much, but I made do. Here you go, shrimp. The bag has breakfast you can eat on the go, and the container has your lunch. Go get 'em, kiddo!" He ruffled your hair and smiled. You couldn't help but stare in awe at the tall puppet. But you don't have time for this. It took a moment, but you pushed the panic to the back of your mind and smiled.

"Thanks." You turned towards the door before looking back at them. "I guess I'll see you all...later..then." A pair of sparkling eyes shot your direction, and Julie jumped up from her spot on the floor, waving her arms up and down wildly.

"BYE, Y/N!!!" She squealed. The others were all quick to turn to you and wave with bright smiles. A chorus of goodbyes and farewell wishes followed you as you walked through the door. It almost made you laugh. You haven't felt like this in a long time. Happy. And not so...alone.

But you don't have time for this. You walked to your car and got in.

"Time for work."