#' inbox / voicemails !

[amethystroselily]

If Dazai actually did keep his old phone like the series keeps kind of suggesting for some reason, I bet the week he left the mafia his inbox was just full of Chuuya drunkenly cussing him out and Akutagawa going through the first five stages of grief.

#‘​Akutagawa: you’re such a coward I can’t believe you did this…‘ *Next message* Why didnt you take me with you Am I not good enough for you? #*next message* DAZAI-SAN CALL ME BACK #*Gin in the background* Oh my god. let it go. #Chuuya: oh WOW someone can’t handle ONE dead friend😒 you are such a loser #bsd dazai osamu #bsd chuuya #bsd akutagawa ryunosuke #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #bsd #bsd nakahara chuuya #inbox as in voicemail…

[sereia1313]

Voicemail

In celebration of reaching 200 fics on Ao3 (and now that I'm on Spring Break), let's play a game! Send me a line of diolague, and I'll write you a drabble.

Characters/pairings will only be from Inuyasha, which you're welcome to send in as well. If no pairing is indicated, it'll be left up to me. Favs include (but aren't limited to):

Sesshoumaru/Kagome

Inuyasha/Kouga

Inuyasha/Sango

Kouga/Sango

Inukimi/Kagura

Shippou/Souten

Rarepairs are always welcome, so feel free to think outside the box! And friendships/familial relationships can be between anyone. Let's have some fun, shall we?

Thanks for continuing to support my chaos!

#sereia1313 #voicemail #voicemail fic #spill the tea #ask games #dialogue ask #dialogue ask game #my inbox is always open #sereia: my posts #200 fics #200 fics and counting #can't stop won't stop #rarepairs #inuyasha fandom #inuyasha fanfiction #sesskag #sesskag fanfiction #sesskag fanfic #pick your poison #dialogue prompt

[rivalsilveryuri]

why couldn't the bike stand up on its own? it was to tried

🥁

Was that a. Ba dum tsh i just heard

#VOICEMAIL #ehich one of you jokers are joking in my inbox ................. devious #dastardly. d. dubious. dooby

[heavenfelled]

@softwingedd / aziraphale sent :

the shop looked like it hadn't been abandoned for years. like the angel hadn't stepped away from the place they cared so much for - that was more home to them than heaven ever was. and yet - here stood the supreme archangel - the years in heaven had indeed changed him. he'd lost a little weight ; after all - there was no earthly pleasures like food in heaven - ocean eyes now glittered with gold ; almost consuming the once bright twinkle of joy and excitement. and if you looked close enough - you'd see the shadows of wings. but not two... oh no... six shadows. old loved fabrics had been replaced with sparkling new things - clearly not cared for. a little jingle came from a bell above the door - when had that been put in? oh lord. don't be selling his books! panic - feet hurried. "muriel - don't sell my--- !" a pause - gold glittered eyes widened. the archangel paused - breath leaving their body. "crowley...." the name was breathless ; spoken through trembling lips. how long had it been? ten years?

𝐁𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐘  𝐉𝐔𝐆𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐂𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐄,  𝐀  𝐍𝐄𝐖  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐊  𝐎𝐅  𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒,  and  a  cellphone  perched  precariously  between  their  shoulder  and  cheek   ;   a  quick  snap  swung  the  door  open  before  him.    '  why  don't  you  just  come  'round  the  pub  tonight  and  we  can  discuss   -  '    

voice  faltered  and  fled  entirely,  cut  off  at  the  knees  by  the  sight  that  met  him.    '  angel  -  '    breathless ...   the  iced  latte  crashed  to  the  floor  with  a  scattering  of  icecubes.   it  was  some  small  mercy  that  the  records  remained  nestled  in  the  crook  of  their  arm.   dead  silence  hung  between  them,  punctuated  only  by  the  ticking  of  that  damned  clock. 

'  i'll  ring  you  back.  '    spoken  into  the  cell  before  it's  stuffed  unceremoniously  into  his  jacket.   heart  stuttered  and  LEAPT  to  the  base  of  their  throat.   was  he  going  to  throw  up?   was  this  what  it  felt  like? 

amber  eyes  bored  holes  into  the  angel.   they  flit  desperately  over  the  unfamiliarities  as  if  playing  a  cruel  and  unusual  spot-the-difference  game.   he  hated  it.   a  sudden  insecurity  welled  up  in  their  gut,  wondering  what  changes  had  become  of  themself   -   what  aziraphale  thought  of  them.   hair  longer,  brushing  his  shoulders  and  pulled  half  up  into  a  little  bun  at  the  back.   new  shades,  tighter  pants,  supple  leather  jacket  that  nina  said  made  it  look  like  he  was  having  a  midlife  crisis. 

'  hi   -  '    ever  so  lamely.    '  what  in  the  hell  are  you  doing  here?  '    icecubes  crunched  beneath  their  designer  soles.   eyes  rolled  and  another  snap  brought  the  latte,  reconstituted,  into  his  waiting  grasp.

#softwingedd #' verse / for better or worse ! #' inbox / voicemails ! #:) :) :) #shaking you shaking you shaking y-

[duckduckquackity]

"Uhm..." [There's the slightest shuffling, claws tipping against a hard floor and the ruffling of fabric.] "S-Sorry. Uhm. I don't know why I thought you'd pick up. I don't have a- I don- I don't have anything thought up. Uhm."

[The shuffling moves, fabric rustled and there's a sliding sound. Fabric against something- a wall? A door? The voice sounds too close to the mic, childish and kind of snuffed up. Like the speaker is sick.]

"I miss you. Maybe that's silly. I know- uhm- I wasn't... much to you. Uh, papa Phil says I was, once, and that you'd come back but- you have Gegg now. And they say Tilin is alive. So you don't- yknow. Need me. You never needed me. I think I just wanted you to want me. Which is silly, too, right?"

[Silence. There's breathing, and sniffling. She's sick.]

"You're not gonna hear this, I think. Papa Phil says you don't like him- and I'm using his phone, so maybe- maybe you won't hear it. And this is stupid. But I miss you. I miss you like I miss my papa, and that's dumb too, because I'm not calling him."

[She coughs. It's wet, and then she sniffles in a different way. Wetter, whimpery.]

"I had this sort of... dream. Last night. Chayanne said it was a fever dream. But we were- together. You n' me and my papa Will. And Tilin. I can't... remember what she looked like, but she had the- bow... and we were in a house together. And you were helping me with a garden. Because- i-i really like flowers. And it was silly, but when I woke up, I cried. And m' still crying. And I can't stop, and- I can't go to Papa Phil, because he's sick. And I can't go to Maxo, because she's sad. And I can't go to- to Missa, because- he's not... my dad. He's Chayannes."

[ . . . ]

"I miss you. I wish you wanted me. I wish you stayed so I could tell you. I hope you don't ever hear this. I'm sick. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Lo siento, lo siento, l-lo-" [a hiccup.]

[Her voice becomes more and more choked up with every word, until she hiccups and can't continue. The voice-mail ends.]

[ @music-among-the-amapolas ]

“Ayy! Lo siento! I’m caught up in some shit and can’t get back to you, but leave a message or something and I’ll call back later!”

#you copied me! 🇺🇸 #partner applications #-> sent to voicemail inbox

[keqism]

hio 🌸 keqism..

hio 🌸 spiriteddreams.. do you wish 😏 me to have fun?

#࿓ : voicemail #the giggle i gaggled at this #get out of my inbox you bot 🤺

[peotego]

Bucky Barnes fics recommedation

To all the authors I've included: thank you for writing awesome fics, I admire your work with all my heart ❤️

⋙ Is someone jealous? by @buckyslightsaber

⋙ The Help series by @buckitybarnes

⋙ Accidents happen series by @avengerofyourheart

⋙ Bygone series by @borntobewondering

⋙ Non Exclusive by @malum-forev

⋙ You were mine just yesterday by @notafunkiller & @marvelouslizzie

⋙ every hour, every minute by @borntobewondering

⋙ all of @winterarmyy wokrs - masterlist

⋙ Punked by @dear-bunnyboo

⋙ Things we carry with us by @pellucid-constellations

⋙ Voicemails to an Unmanned Inbox by @pellucid-constellations

⋙ There's always one by @summerofsnowflakes

⋙ Betrayed series by @wicked-mind

⋙ Once more with feeling by @wicked-mind

⋙ Drunk on you by @wkemeup

⋙ Nerves by @wicked-mind

⋙ The last word Part 2 Part 3 by @thefallenbibliophilequote

⋙ Season of the witch series by @msmarvelwrites

⋙ All of @jobean12-blog works - masterlist

⋙ Wicked games Part 2 Part 3 by @summerofsnowflakes

⋙ Hands off Part 2 by @buckysgoldenheart

⋙ Bucky's got game by @real-jane

⋙ Heritage series by @invisibleanonymousmonsters

#fic recommendation #bucky barnes x reader

[faeryarchives]

imagine if this happened during book 4

mc: *calling crowley for help* come on pick up....

crowley: headmaster dire crowley speaking!

mc: finally-

crowley: just kidding, you reached my voicemail. please redirect any concerns to my email or inbox! *ends the call*

mc:...

grim:...

------ three hours later -------

crowley relaxing on the side of the beach under his parasol: oh a message from mc! let's see...

crowley: dear headmaster crowley, i hope this message finds you before we do-

crowley: wait before they what?

mc and grim looming behind him holding their frying pans in the air:

#yuu and grim had enough #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland incorrect quotes #incorrect twst #twst memes #twisted wonderland meme #disney twst #twisted wonderland x reader #incorrect twisted wonderland #twst incorrect quotes #a.twst incorrect quotes #faeryarchives

[rulestill]

tag drop

#( mun . 〉 this family makes me want to murder people ) #( queue . 〉 what wine goes well with treachery ) #( inbox . 〉 one voicemail is just as effective as nine ) #( isms . 〉 you respond best to displays of violence ) #( ch. study . 〉 the strong always take from the weak ) #( psa . 〉 today’s list of priorities ) #( promo . 〉 i’m an hybrid. an original. i can’t be killed ) #( sp . 〉 darkness. even the purest hearts are drawn to it ) #( visage . 〉 don’t be fooled love. i’m the devil in disguise )

[iphnh]

the person I work for is really nice and I like her, but she keeps missing deadlines and, as the person who communicates deadlines with the client, I end up looking like an idiot a lot of the time. I don’t mind jobs that have a lot of client interactions, but these “So sorry!” emails I’ve been sending are killing me. so many angry replies lol. and there’s not much I can do or say. and I know if I was in the client’s position, I would also be really frustrated and probably think the person I’m talking to is an idiot. ugh.

#if you want to cure your social anxiety through immersion therapy be a receptionist ata law office where the attorney misses deadlines lol #you will have every range of human emotion in your inbox voicemail and face #human development speedrun

[sereia1313]

@nbuckhalter your prompt first stemmed something steamy, but then this idea hit, and it wouldn't leave me alone, so you get family fluff instead!

SessKag: “What on earth is that supposed to be?” 

A soft shuffling woke her from a dead sleep, and Kagome rolled over, quickly checking the monitor. Blinking away the bleariness, she frowned at the screen. An arm wrapped around her waist, stopping her from jumping out of bed. She nudged it out of the way, but Sesshoumaru held fast. “You are meant to be resting,” he chastised.

She shook her head, then turned the monitor, pointing at the middle of the screen. “What on earth is that supposed to be?” she asked. 

He hissed slightly at the bright light, pupils constricting in the darkness. “The twins’ room, mate. We set up new beds earlier—”

“Not that,” she whispered, pointing to the right bed. “That!”

He sighed, then sat up, taking the monitor from her. “I do not see an abnormality.”

Kagome gave him a droll look. “You don’t see the large blob in only one bed?” She pushed his arm out of the way, then padded down to the nursery, careful not to make as much noise as possible. The light wasn’t on, so she knew they were asleep, and she poked her head into the room, heart clenching at the sight. 

Riku had climbed into Sora’s bed.

The twin boys had been inseparable since birth but had outgrown their crib, so the whole family went shopping over the weekend to get them separate beds. 

Clearly, that had been a mistake.

“I will ask Inuyasha to reconstruct their beds,” Sesshoumaru said from behind her, leaning against the doorframe. 

“Are you sure?”

“They are holding hands, mate. They are not ready for their own sleeping space yet.” She hummed in agreement as she covered the hand on her hip, intertwining their fingers as he led her back to their room. 

“I just don’t want them to start fighting,” she admitted. 

There was a soft snort as he closed the door behind them. “The only fight will stem from their sister having a smaller bed than them when construction is finished.” He tucked her against his side, cocooning her into the warmth of his body. 

“You get to deal with it, then,” she said, knowing Mizuki would somehow convince her favourite uncle to build her an entirely new bed as well. She had her father’s cunning streak and her mother’s knack for politics, all combining into a pair of pleading green eyes that even Inuyasha couldn’t resist. 

“I will warn Inuyasha to bring extra lumber,” Sesshoumaru murmured, reading her thoughts. Kagome twisted, checking the monitor one more time, a smile tilting her lips as she realized Sora was using Riku’s leg as a pillow. 

“Silly boys.”

Thanks for the prompt!

Part of my dialogue/drabble ask Voicemail. Asks are still open!

#sereia1313 #voicemail #voicemail fic #sesskag #sesskag fanfiction #sesskag fanfic #spill the tea #ask games #my inbox is always open #200 fics #dialogue ask game #dialogue prompt #keep them coming

[rivalsilveryuri]

hiiiiiii

herloooooo !

(^green)

#HIIII HERLOOOO some kind of beast in that gif wtffffff #chat viscieux !!!! #(very scary) #also hiii hellooooo u r in my inbox hehe #VOICEMAIL

[heavenfelled]

a playful kiss to make the other stop rambling  💛

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐁𝐘 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐋𝐄𝐘'𝐒 𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐘 ; no longer out of place, but a regular fixture within these walls. all slender height and too-long limbs, still lugging about the paper bags filled to their brims with fresh produce from the farmers' market. had they stopped talking since they'd crossed the threshold?

" and so i told the OLD CRONE she was mad if she thought i was leaving 'er the last box of strawberries " words silenced, his ramblings cut off at the knees by a simple gesture ... the kiss was soft and sweet. it drew him in and pulled the breath from their lungs ; his breadth of focus narrowed to this ( to emmanuel & the warmth that would linger long after ). the bags crinkled beneath the firm press of their fingertips as lips parted and pulled back but an inch. " mm, " a fair start, for one whose fondness still birthed a flurry of butterflies within. " alright, so, i did leave the strawberries ... "

@handgiven / meme source.

#handgiven #' inbox / voicemails ! #' verse / for better or worse ! #crowley arguing with old ladies at the market fills me with glee #especially the thought of him letting them win :')

[duckduckquackity]

hey man… i know you won’t get this, probably like, ever, because your communicator is fucked, but… come home safe, okay? see you soon. ill see you soon. - @elfagflippo

“Ayy! Lo siento! I’m caught up in some shit and can’t get back to you, but leave a message or something and I’ll call back later!”

#partner applications #you copied me! 🇺🇸 #-> sent to voicemail inbox #[Still there is a cold silence.]

[iliektehhaxs]

Toxic ex-boyfriend Simon 🫠🫠

It’s the same routine ever since you broke up with Simon. Call after call, decline after decline, you’ve changed your number twice now and he’s still managed to find you.

He doesn’t take no for an answer, though I suppose you knew this already—The break-up was a pretty big indicator of that, or in his words, your “break.”

“You’re just a bit overwhelmed,” he said to you, not budging a little even with your full weight on him, trying and failing to push him out of your apartment. It’s as if you weren’t even there. “Never had a man treat you like you need to be treated, scared of new sensations?”

That certainly wasn’t the problem, but it was in one ear and out the other with Simon. Honestly, you’re not even sure if it even managed to go in one ear.

“Please, don’t make this difficult,” you begged, giving up on your attempt to push him out. “Just…leave. I don’t want to call the cops.”

At the mention of police he laughs, almost mockingly. It almost scares you.

“Alright then, I’ll entertain your little tantrum for now,” he says, stepping out into the hallway. “But when you’ve finally come to your senses, know that I’ll be waiting for you.”

A pause, and then: “Of course I’ll have to teach you a lesson about being a brat when you do, but you always love my lessons don’t you pet?”

Weeks later his words still ring in your ears.

Weeks later your phone still rings in your hands.

You don’t need to check the caller ID—it’s always an unknown number, but you always know who it is. You let it go to voicemail like usual, but today is a first—a small notification being visible from the corner of your eye.

One voicemail left by: Unknown Caller

Your curiosity peaks, with stubbornness quelling it soon after. It’s a voicemail from your ex, what could he possibly say to you that you haven’t heard a million times before.

Still, it eats away at you. It wasn’t like him to leave a message when he could just call. Hell, knowing him he’s more likely to show up at your door.

It lingers in your mind. You think about it for the rest of the day and it’s now you truly understand the plight of the cat when curiosity seems so enticing.

You relent when you lie awake restless, a losing battle as you find your inbox and hit play.

Your ears are greeted with ambient silence, unsure if maybe Simon left his voicemail open on accident. The moment the thought crosses your mind you hear it, the distinct rumble you know as wholly and purely Simon. There’s a shuffle, then his voice cuts through the empty air.

“Hey there pet. Missed ya.”

You find your eyes rolling as he continues.

“I know, I know, you want to keep me away,” he says breathlessly. “But I’m not sure how long I can keep playing this game.”

There’s a rustling, a deep inhale followed by the sound of something squirting.

“Had to take a minute, forgot I had these,” he says, then takes a moment to laugh. “I’m talking like you can see me, so lemme paint you a nice, clear picture.”

A rather familiar sound of skin against skin has your face growing hotter. You’re in disbelief, willing to deny what you think you’re hearing until Simon confirms it for you.

“Hear that, pet?” He growls. “That’s all me. Could be yours too, if you’d stop being such a fuckin’ brat.”

The sound of his hand is slow, methodical in his purpose. “Nice and wrapped up in those panties I love so much. Pink and satin, the ones you got for valentines—you know the ones.”

A sigh, as if he’s reminiscing. “God, you were a real animal that day. Purred so nicely when I stuffed that cunt of yours.”

Whatever anger you have towards him for stealing your underwear is soon replaced with lust, the sound of the fabric in sync with his hand enough to have you squirming in your bed. His voice like gravel echoes through the speaker, even worse is the slick sounds of what you’re certain is your panties stroking his cock, stained with pre-cum.

More noises, his breathing getting faster and faster. “So fuckin’ soft. Feels good wrapped around me, reminds me of when you’d get so needy you’d need to grind yourself on my thigh.”

Long stretches of time where all you can hear are his breathless moans and his hand moving faster. On instinct your thighs close around nothing as you listen to your ex-boyfriend jerk off in your ears.

“Should see me right now, nice and hard just for you,” he gasps.

Your pussy throbs as if on instinct.

One of your favorite traits about Simon was his undeniably large cock, how it would blush the prettiest shade of rouge at the sight of you, how you struggled to take it every time and how you could feel it in your chest when he fucked you. It’s all you can think about now, any reason you had for breaking up seemingly lost to you.

Another laugh drags you from your thoughts. “You were thinking about me just then, weren’t you?”

Embarrassment burns through your body. You have half a mind to turn off your phone, but you can’t bring yourself to do it. You can practically hear the smugness in his tone.

“Don’t worry, I’m thinking of you too.”

You hate the fact that he’s right. You hate the fact that he knows you so well. You hate the fact that you’re still listening.

You especially hate the fact you want him to do something about the increasing wetness in your panties.

“Just the thought of you, your body—that tight cunt of yours…” He cuts himself off with a moan, the distinct sound of slickness echoing in the speakers.

“God, just thinking about how hungry you must be for my cock…the things I’ll do when I get my hands on you.”

The laugh that emits from him is unhinged, animalistic. It excites you, as guilty as you feel for admitting it.

The sound of his hand speeds up as he talks. “You been taking good care of her in my stead? Touching yourself, getting her nice and prepared for when I come back? I’d hate to re-train her back into my shape.”

He’s so damn vulgar and you love it.

“Just remember, when you’re awake at night, and your thighs are pressing together so pretty, begging for something between them..”

His voice is clear as day, dark and unchained. It sends a full-bodied jolt through your own body, just barely resisting the urge to call.

“…That my cock will always be better than your hand.”

#call of duty #call of duty smut #simon riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley smut #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley smut #ghost x reader #ghost smut #robo writes #one thing about me I may not be a Simon girl #but I love writing sick men

[rulestill-arch]

          tag  drop .

#( mun . 〉 this family makes me want to murder people ) #( queue . 〉 what wine goes well with treachery ) #( inbox . 〉 one voicemail is just as effective as nine ) #( isms . 〉 you respond best to displays of violence ) #( ch. study . 〉 the strong always take from the weak ) #( psa . 〉 today’s list of priorities ) #( promo . 〉 i’m an hybrid. an original. i can’t be killed ) #( sp . 〉 darkness. even the purest hearts are drawn to it ) #( visage . 〉 don’t be fooled love. i’m the devil in disguise )