#prankcaller89

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Ted leans seductively on a chair with a rose between his teeth and a glass of wine. Chair has wheels. He drops the glass and falls. He accidently swallows the rose. He chokes on the stem. He tries to get up but slips on the wine and falls over again.

Fury was initially very seduced but now he’s just insanely worried and calling an ambulance, cradling the poor, agonized Ted in his lap. 

Never been less turned on | Ugh no | I’d give you a try | Yes, yes, YES | I’M READY NOW DAMMIT

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(Pc89) ◇ (this is the closest thing I have to a diamond)

Forehead or cheek kisses

Fury laughed, wrapping his arms around Ted as the taller man’s lips pressed to his skin, turning whatever they touched into a warm patch of tingles. It had been so long since he’d been smooched up like this, he couldn’t even remember who’d been the last person to do it.

It was usually him being affectionate.

He lay on his back, acting as a bed on the couch for the third time, his hands now running through Ted’s hair as he was kissed. After a short while of giggles and murmurs, he wrapped his legs around the other’s waist, pulling them closer together still.

And then he began returning kisses of his own, always moving dangerously close to Ted’s lips, as if he’d pull him into a proper kiss at any minute.

“You can’t use the excuse that you’re drunk this time,” he whispered, “there was no vodka in that orange juice.”

[morbidarrival]

House sitting again. Zeke wondered why Fury didn’t just invest in an alarm, but it’s not that he minded all that much. The environment was quiet, peaceful, and so he was able to use the apartment as a getaway. Whenever he had to stay over on his own, he took a few days off work.

The blinds were drawn and the radio was turned off, so the apartment was submerged in darkness and silence. Perfect for a nap.

Zeke was sprawled out on the couch with his eyes shut, cigarette smoke forming a cloud above his head. This was what Heaven must be like, he thought. Undisturbed solitude.

For now.

[morbidarrival]

Seein’ some new faces. That’s good.

Interesting fashion choices, too.

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"The Aztec, right?" Nervous but clear, the voice speaks through the phone. "I have a job for you. One target. I can tell you where he is now, but he won't stay very long. How fast can you get to..." The classy bar isn't that far.

The money’s already on the table, his tools in his bag. He’s ready before closing time- he’ll work out a strategy on the way. He can’t very well kill civilians. 

Well, he could, but it would be messy and risky. He wanted this to be a clean hit; he knew the place, it had good daiquiris. It would be a shame if it were closed down due to this. 

He’s going with the safe option first. Once he locates his target- apparently a man with a helmet at his side- he’ll set off the smoke bombs. The place would be cleared out in the confusion, and he’d move in. 

The guy wouldn’t stand a chance. 

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@sokol-the-grinder @n0t-a-nice-person @prankcaller89 (n literally all of you tho) should consider joining the monster au!!! its a lot of fun and gives you free reign to do whatever with your mONSTERY SELF..

[n0t-a-nice-person]

Taking a Chance

@prankcaller89

He didn’t have to get involved. There was the option of just walking away and leaving the visibly beaten man in the alley - he had left him in worse shape before, after all, at Phonehom. 

But, despite the anxiety churning through his chest at just the sight of the prank caller, something about leaving him didn’t sit right with Jacket. The man looked like he could hardly stand on his own for much longer. Maybe there was a chance he wouldn’t recognize him without the rooster mask, anyway...

So Jacket drifted cautiously forward into the alleyway, uncertain if the prank caller would notice his approach or not, or how the man might respond to it.

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(Prankcaller89) slurred words

Fury puts a hand on his cheek and grins. “Ted! Teddy…bear. I can’t call him that, oh no. Es lindo. Es muy lindo. Fuckin’ put the fear of god in me when he was on my floor eating my food… Almost made him eat my SHIT- haha… no, he’s wild. I like that in a man. Pity he’s… He’s not into me. It’s a fuckin’ damn shame! I wann’ get to know him and his cute face better. He… I like.”