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russellius · 8 months

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2023 DUTCH GP : Thursday

#george russell #dutch gp 2023 #f1 #f1edit #*m #*mine #23 #zandvoort #ned23 #[ambulance emoji]#ok mister.

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spurloser · 1 year

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#independent #reading #time #emoji #gfuk #gotar #signal #spurloser #gap #wood #fence #ambulance https://www.instagram.com/p/Cn5UvxJo81g/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#independent #reading #time #emoji #gfuk #gotar #signal #spurloser #gap #wood #fence #ambulance

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landograndprix · 7 months

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「Feel the magic ๛ l.n」

part iii

✧.* things with lando get serious quickly and while your'e going through a rollocoaster of emotions with everything that's going on the public voices their own opinion.

✧.* this was supposed to be a cutesy, fluffy series but would it really be a landonfour story if it doesn't turn angsty? 💀 reader is older. Taglist is open. I always see your requests to be added to the list in the comments and I do add you but if you can't find your name in the list, it's probably because I was unable to tag you and therefore put you off the list. Feel free to ask again though, we'll keep trying! 😊

✧.* prev part - next part

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mclaren dream team..literally 😴

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julieeeexo admin is going to be the biggest y/nlando shipper out there 😂

norry4 match made in heaven

norrislandofan y/n be sleeping so much because she's of old age 🤪

hamilt44n so funny..I'm so quirky..landos definitely going to fuck me.. 🤪

bott_ass didn't know there was a fucking age limit to taking naps..damn

jackson88 they better be wide awake when the season starts, I'm expecting big things!!

hannahh me and who, when?

mclarenslando stop it, the season hasn't even started yet and McLaren's already exposing them 😂

carlandosainz 🤮 🤮

chilisainz babe, do we need to call an ambulance or are you overreacting again?

landonorris cute

norrizz I think you forgot the heart emojis and everything

y/nusername can't live in peace anymore

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y/nusername

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y/nusername ..and we shall call it family 💕

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hamilt44n okay but what does it take for y'all to accept me in the family?

y/nsmclaren hope you have fun bbyyy 🥰

laaaandonorr do your parent know you like little boys?

milouberger where was my invite? Tell dad he forgot to text me the location..

y/nusername dad just told me he's disowned you..

milouberger oh 😔

f1gurlz ..and another family torn apart :(

nor4iss they better hide those children knowing y/n loves her boys young 💀

sainznorriss are any of your nieces, nephews or siblings looking for a girlfriend? Asking for a friend 👀

gaslyslando ur disgusting

bobnorris get out of here if you're so disgusted 🙄

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y/nusername

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y/nusername recharging 🔋

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mcbully/n yessss y/n, kick back and relax because we need you back on the track in top form!

charlos16 okay girl, keep being an absolute vibe. 😍

grussell63 imagine being lando and getting to call her yours 😭

landoscar don't know who to be jealous of 😭

pierreswife she's for real or of his league!

teamlando4 nah lando's way out of y/n her league, she should find someone hey own age 🤨

grussell63 @.teamlando4 nobody asked for your WRONG opinions.. thank you.

julieeeexo pls tell me where you got that necklace from, I need it 😍

cecilemoulin beauty 🥰

y/nusername no you 🥰

leclercnorriss leave lando alone and retire already

hamillewis why's everybody hating so much? Let her live her life..

landonorris 😍😍

norrizz okaaaay boy said I'm not hiding anything

lan4lan I mean he's been waiting to call y/n his for years 😂

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taglists->

Feel the magic taglist: @celesteblack08 @mrsmaybank13 @cha-hot @judesgfirl @roseseraj @kissesandmartinis @jpg3 @amulhermaisfelizdomundo @marialovesf1 @silkenthusiasts @luvrrish @laneyspaulding19 @emily-b @formula1bby @buckybarnessweetheart @itsjustkhaos @strawberrychita @iifloweringnightsii @buendiabebeta @jjsprobablywrong

Everything taglist; @thomaslefteyebrow @hopefulinlove @smoothopz @softboystarkey @buffysummrsx @honethatty12 @cixrosie @parkersmjs @ireadthensuetheauthors @celestialams @be-your-coffee-pot @heli991113 @kodzuvk @reality-is-a-con @80sloverry @bibissparkles @myescapefromthislife @lanando4

Lando taglist: @beatricemiruna @simp-for-fictional-people @ihrtdan @landossainz @christianpulisic10

#lando norris x reader #lando norris x you #lando norris x y/n #lando norris x oc #lando norris fanfic #lando norris smau #lando norris au #lando norris imagine #lando norris #lando x reader #f1 x reader

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verysium · 5 months

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This is such crack brain fart idea 😶

What if some blue lock boys ask the reader what brand her shoes (or something dumb like that) over text and reader sent them a voice message on text and it’s just:

“Hi baby, okay so the brand is—- *insert car accident noises*”

Have you seen those TikToks???

If you do this request, it can be any blue lock boys you want

HELPPP i saw something similar on hinge, and i was hunched over the side of my bed laughing for like 20 minutes. in general, i don't think pranks with any of the bllk boys would go well (unless you wanted to be punted like a football, american-style) but i'm taking a risk today, so here you go:

sae sees through your bullshit in a peloponnesian minute. he has morning practice, three interviews, and a daily nap to get to, so what makes you think he has time for you to fake a car accident? leaves you on read. (brutal, i know.)

rin is mildly concerned, but he's too smart to fall for whatever prank you have planned. he'd probably reply with a sarcastic, dry ass response or a deadpan emoji. refuses to talk to you for the rest of the day because what if you actually got into a car accident? he would lose all sanity. tbh he can't stand it when people make light of serious situations even if it's just a lighthearted joke.

kaiser is petty. he sends you an official funeral invite titled "in loving memory of y/n." he personally designed it in photoshop and even added those tacky glitter rose GIF animations on the front. coincidentally, everyone in your immediate circle also happened to receive the same mass email chain with those invites, so you had to explain to your family, friends, and co-workers that (1) you did not in fact die in a car accident and (2) your funeral is not set for the 15th. (you never played a prank on michael again.)

isagi freaks out. he's calling 911/119, whatever emergency service there is. immediately calls you and nearly breaks down in fear of losing you. when you tell him it was merely a prank, he laughs in relief but internally he's cursing you out with every colorful name in existence.

ness is isagi but even more high-strung. there is no time to call the ambulance in his mind. he's already thundering down the highway looking for the evidence of your car wreck. calls you and screams ballistically into the speaker: "WHERE ARE YOU? WHERE ARE YOU? WHERE ARE YOU?" so yeah....don't ever play a prank on ness. it's for your sake, not his.

shidou takes you up one notch and sends a picture of himself in the emergency room with a cast on his leg and an IV drip. this spawn of satan took your message literally and decided to copy you and got into a real car accident. so now you have to take time off work and sign the hospital discharge papers because he listed you as his sole emergency contact.

nagi doesn't give a shit. he's already chronically online, and reo's played pranks on him before. probably texts you an "ok" and then tells you he's run out of toilet paper again, so you need to stop by the store to buy some.

reo matches your energy. he replies with: oh yeah, i've heard of that brand. it's the—*insert sound of trucks colliding and screeches across asphalt* you both had a good laugh after.

ok that's all i have for now. this is going to reach a very niche demographic, but you're welcome.

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mozki · 2 years

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the boy i like was sposed to leave town today but he got rly sick and now im nursing him back to health 😌 un petit pois du cosmique?

#i should not use that emoji we like . called an ambulance ... but he is improving

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holysainz · 9 months

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heating up - carlos sainz jr

pairing: carlos sainz jr x girlfriend!reader

warnings: none

summary: you convince your boyfriend to take on the hot pepper challenge … chili vs chili

You glance across the room at Carlos. Your boyfriend is sprawled across the couch, engrossed in a Spanish reality show. He’s so absorbed that he doesn’t notice the devilish smirk playing on your lips.

“Hey, Chili” you call, borrowing his nickname. It’s ironic given his pitiful tolerance for spicy food, a fact you’re planning to exploit.

“Yeah?” He replies, still glued to the screen.

You flash a grin, holding up your iPhone, “How about a hot pepper challenge?”

He turns, a horrified expression on his face. “You mean … on camera?”

You nod, savoring his almost cartoonish horror.

“Oh no. No, no, no,” he protests, shaking his head.

“But your fans will love it!” You argue. “Picture this: ‘Chili tamed by chili.’”

“Terrible pun,” Carlos grimaces but you know that he can’t deny you anything and see the resignation slowly start to spread across his face.

“Oh, come on! It’ll be fun!” You promise, flashing your most persuasive smile.

After a moment of consideration, he sighs. “Fine but if I end up in hospital, I’m blaming you.”

And that’s how you both find yourselves in your kitchen, surrounded by an array of intimidatingly red peppers of all shapes and sizes. You flip your phone camera on and your fans are immediately alerted to a new live stream.

“Hello everyone! As you can see,” you gesture to Carlos, who is eyeing the chili assortment with a mix of fear and determination, “I’ve managed to convince our very own Chili to join us in a hot pepper challenge.”

Carlos waves to the camera, forcing a smile. “I’m pretty sure she’s trying to kill me.”

Your fans are thrilled, flooding the comment section with laughing emojis and anticipatory messages. You decide to up the stakes.

“The loser has to do the dishes for the rest of the year,” you declare, raising an eyebrow at Carlos.

“Deal,” he agrees, much to your surprise.

You start off easy with some mildly spiced jalapeño poppers. Carlos manages it with just a few beads of sweat dotting his forehead. Then, you turn up the heat. Literally.

A red-hot habanero pepper is next. You both bite in. Carlos’ face goes from confident to confused to horrified in the span of seconds. Tears prick his eyes as he reaches for the milk … but you’re quick.

“Nope. No milk until the end,” you tease.

He glares at you but it’s short-lived as he doubles over coughing. You’re laughing so hard you can barely keep the camera steady.

The challenge continues, each round spicier than the last. Your fans are going wild, making their bets, offering their condolences to Carlos. Some suggest calling an ambulance preemptively.

Carlos, despite being a tormented, sweaty mess, hasn’t backed down. You’ve got to give him credit — his determination is astounding.

Finally, you reach the grand finale: the infamous Carolina Reaper. By now, Carlos looks like he might pass out but he stubbornly insists on going ahead.

“I’m not losing to a vegetable,” he states defiantly, glaring at the wrinkly red pepper as if his stare alone could send it up in flames.

The Reaper hits hard. You feel your own eyes watering but the sight of Carlos — eyes wide, face red, fanning his mouth frantically — is enough to keep you going.

“Okay, okay,” you relent, laughing between teary coughs and reaching for the milk. “I think that’s enough torture for today.”

Carlos doesn’t say a word, just snatches the glass and downs it.

Finally, he manages to croak, “I hate you.”

You’re still laughing. “Oh, come on. It wasn’t that bad.”

“I’m literally breathing fire,” he complains. “I think I might have been turned into a dragon.”

Your fans are cracking up, their comments buzzing with laughter and commiserations for Carlos.

Wrapping up the live stream, you turn to Carlos, whose mouth is now firmly wrapped around the spout of an entire carton of milk

“You okay there, dragon?” You ask, still giggling.

Carlos just glares, face half hidden by the carton, his expression only fueling your laughter. “You know, you’re lucky I love you,” he chokes out.

And despite your grinning and teasing, you know you’re even luckier to have him.

Your spicy challenge video goes viral, featuring in countless meme compilations. Your fans, ever the comedians, edit fire-breathing animations onto Carlos and photoshop his face into every relevant House of the Dragon scene they can get their hands on.

Carlos grumbles each time he sees the video but you notice the smile he tries to hide. He’s a good sport, and though he’ll never admit it, he enjoyed the chaos. Plus, he’s free from dishwashing duties until the end of the year so who’s the real winner here?

You smile, plotting your next challenge. After all, what’s the good of having an extremely memeable boyfriend if you can’t immortalize his best moments on video?

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taglist: @musingsbyshreya

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bearbirth · 5 months

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For the build a birth 0: 🤰(male but we dont havw the male.pregnant emoji aa) 4️⃣🚗👖🧠

I had always had a bit of a chubby belly.

Unfortunately this fact led to this fateful night. I didn’t think I could get pregnant as I had been told I was infertile years ago by some bullshit doctor. I hadn’t seemed to notice my belly getting slightly larger over the months. It hasn’t popped however.

The last few days I’ve been having some issues with cramps. I had thought maybe it had been something I ate. Oh how wrong I was. I could never have foreseen having four babies inside of me all this time.

It’s a Friday and I’m driving back to visit my family for the weekend. I’ve been in some pain all day but I’ve pulled through even when a tums didn’t help. I breathe out as another cramp rocks my body and I shift forward in an attempt to alleviate my discomfort.

“ohhhhh….”

I let out a groan. The pain has been getting worse. I put a hand on my belly and rub it, trying to sooth the pain. I grip the wheel tighter. The pain subsides again and I sit back with a sigh.

“Fuck…. Ohhh god another….”

The next cramp comes so soon. I strain a little, feeling the urge to push. I just assume I have to use the bathroom. I’ll need to find a rest stop quick. The pain peeks then dies down again. But once more it starts up after just a few breaths.

“OH GOD!!! HHRGGGG!”

I cant stop myself. I’m pushing the head down my birth canal. I’m panting hard as I lift my ass up a little when the pressure suddenly intensifies. How could a man be pregnant without knowing?

“AHHHHHHHHHHHH…! OH IM ABOUT TO POOP!!”

I cry out in pain as something nestled behind my entrance. I grip the wheel, sobbing as I push hard. With a scream and another push the head gushes out of me and into my jeans. I scream again, is that a baby?! Oh god it’s baby! I’m giving birth! The head turns and the baby rushes out of me and into my tight pants with a gush. I yank the wheel and pull over. I unzip my pants and shakily draw out the baby who has already started to cry.

“W-What…?”

I stare at it in shock, but I don’t have time to think. Suddenly I scream, there’s another. I place the first baby in the seat next to me and I sit back, my legs on the dash board. I sob as I try to pull my pants down a little but I’m having to push.

“NO I CANT BE PREGNANT!! OH IT HURTS SO BAD!!” My legs shake as I try to get the baby out faster. Suddenly the head shoots out then the shoulders and body. But as soon as it’s out I’m pushing once more. I grip the seat. I don’t have time to get the first baby out of my pants. The next baby is smaller and has already started to crown.

“AGGGREREGGGG AAAAAAH!!!! GET OUT OF ME!!!!!” I screech as the baby slips out into my pants next to its sibling. Finally I’m done… or so I think. I lower my legs and get the baby’s out. There’s a little twinge of a contraction but I ignore it. I call 911, and as I’m explaining what happened I have to push.

“Yes I’m on the side of the road, I- OHHH OH GOD THERES ANOTHER BABY!! OH PLEASE PLEASE HELP I CANT DO IT AGA-AAHHHHH AHHHHH!! OH IT BURNS!!”

I scream down the phone. The baby forces its way down me. I half stand up, pulling my pants down just as the baby crowns. It shoved my boxers down as it moves out painfully.

“ITS HHUUUUUUUUUGGEEEEE! ITS COMING OUTTTT OF MEEEEEE!”

Suddenly the baby pops half out. I’m sobbing with the baby half in me when the ambulance finally reaches us. They watch me give birth again as they pull open my door.

#birth kink #clothing birth #public birth #labor kink #giving birth #car birth #mpreg

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thebookreader12345 · 1 year

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Newborn

Pairing: Evan Hawkins x reader

Summary: Evan didn't think he could be any happier, but that all changes when he gets to hold his newborn son in his arms

Requested: Yes, by anonymous

Warnings: mentions of c-sections/surgery

Word Count: 1,165

"Hey beautiful," Evan greeted and peaked him head into our bedroom. "You up yet?"

"No," I grumble sleepily from where I was snuggled up in blankets. "I don't want to get up."

"But you have to get up," Evan retorted and sat down on the edge of the bed. "Today's the day! We're finally gonna get to meet our little munchkin!"

"Please stop calling the baby that," I beg. "I'm only excited for today because we'll finally give the baby a name, and then you don't have to use that ridiculous nickname."

"You secretly love it," Evan teased and leaned down to press a kiss to my forehead. "Now come on and get up. We've gotta be at the hospital in like an hour."

"Ugh," I groan and sit up. "All right. I'll get ready then."

"How are you not as excited as me right now?" Evan asked. "I'm freaking out!"

"I am excited, honey. Seriously," I assure him and send a small smile his way. "I'm just not excited for this surgery."

"I get that," Evan confessed and put his face down by my swollen stomach. "You just had to make things difficult, didn't you?"

"Babies are breech all the time, Ev," I notify him. "It's actually pretty common. But I'm glad the date is finally here because in a few months I can get back to work!"

Evan laughed. "You and your work, Y/n. You're a workaholic!"

"I'm not a workaholic. I just love my job!" I defend.

I was working as a firefighter at Firehouse 51 on Squad 3 when Evan and I had met. He had worked with Violet on Ambulance 61 for a few shifts while Sylvie was off in Oregon visiting Matt. We hit things off right away, and the rest was history. I hadn't been able to work on Squad 3 since I found out I was pregnant, so it's been about 9 months. Luckily, Chief Boden let me work in the office with Kylie so that I could still be around everyone.

"I know you do, Y/n," Evan confirmed and hopped off the bed. "I've got all of the hospital bags downstairs by the door, so as soon as you're ready, we can head to the hospital."

In no time, I was all dressed and got myself situated in the passenger seat of the car. Evan loaded the rest of our things into the backseat, and within half an hour, I was set up in my hospital room in the labor and delivery wing of Chicago Med. I was on my phone when Evan walked in with the ice chips I had asked for, and he set them down on the tray next to my bed.

"Thanks," I murmur and continuing typing away at the keypad on my phone.

"Who are you texting?" Evan inquired.

"I was texting my mother that we got to the hospital. But then Stella texted the group chat with me, Sylvie, and Vi, and now they're blowing it up with messages on how excited they are to meet the baby. The amount of emojis being used right now...." I trailed off and placed my phone on the table next to me. "I need a break."

"I think I can provide a distraction from that. Since the moment's finally here, what do you think? Boy or girl?" Evan posed.

"I know that you and all of the guys at 51 want it to be a boy," I bring up. "And the fact that your side of the family is mostly guys only helps with that."

"But?" Evan prompted.

"But nothing. I'd be happy with either," I admit. "I think a girl would be easier, especially if I'm gonna be doing this whole parenting by myself for the first few months."

"Whoa whoa whoa," Evan interrupted. "What gave you the idea that you'd be doing this all alone?"

"Well I just figured that it'd be hard for you to take all that time off," I reason.

"Y/n, you and I are in this together. I already put in time off for the first week after the baby is born, and after that I'll only be going in 3 days a week instead of 5 with shortened hours," Evan informed me.

"You're the best, Ev. I love you," I say and lean over to peck his lips.

"I love you too," Evan returned. "Not get some rest. You're gonna need it. That means you too, munchkin."

A Few Hours Later........

"You doing okay?" Evan asked from where he was seated next to my head in the operating room.

"Yeah," I reply. "I'm good. Are you okay? You look like you're about to start bouncing off the walls."

"I might just do that," Evan revealed jokingly as his foot tapped anxiously against the floor. Suddenly, it felt like a huge pressure was lifted off of me, and then crying pierced the air.

"Congratulations you guys. You're now the parents of a healthy baby boy," the doctor announced.

"Did you hear that, Y/n? We have a son," Evan gushed.

"You do. And he's beautiful," the nurse told us and placed the baby on my chest.

"He's got your nose, Ev," I note as I held the baby against me.

"That he does," Evan agreed and pressed a kiss to my head.

The next hour or so was a blur. The rest of the surgery went by pretty quickly, and before I knew it, we were back in the recovery room excited to spend time with our newborn. The nurse wheeled our son into the room and placed him into my arms, and the baby cooed softly.

"You guys have a beautiful son," the nurse asserted.

"Thank you. Um, our co-workers and family are waiting for a name and a picture," Evan claimed and held up my phone. "They can't come in until after work. Would you mind taking a picture for us?"

"I would love to," the nurse responded and took my phone. As soon as she took the picture, the nurse handed the phone back to Evan and excused herself from the room.

"All right dad. Here you go," I offer and pass him our baby in exchange for my phone. "I know you've been dying to hold him."

"Hey munchkin," Evan greeted softly and rocked the baby back and for.

"Evan, we agreed that once the baby was born you wouldn't call him that," I lecture.

"Sorry," Evan apologized and stared down at the baby lovingly. "Hey, James. Welcome to the world buddy."

As Evan was busy gushing over the baby, I was typing out a text message to all of Firehouse 51. They were very impatient, so I figured I should do this now rather than later. I sent the picture that the nurse had just taken, and below it I typed out a text before hitting send.

"Welcome the newest addition to the Firehouse 51 family, James Christopher Hawkins."

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flurrys-creativity · 2 days

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Green-eyed

Pairing: Kang Yeosang (Ateez) x GN!Reader; Genre: Idol AU, Established Relationship, Angst, Fluff, SMAU; Rating: sfw, NC-17; Warnings: jealousy, woo being a menace, suggestive, allusions to sex; Wordcount: 907

Summary: After finding concert tickets for another group, Yeosang was blinded by jealousy and demanded an explanation immediately. In his fit he came to one conclusion after another - one worse than the one prior. Would you actually have an explanation though?

A/N: @mingsolo brought the idea to the net and obviously I - as well as @daemour and @sanjoongie - immediately jumped on board! So jealous Ateez when you go on a concert... (mine's definitely based on that discussion video!)

Yeosang saw the rolling eye emoji followed by the can’t see monkey emoji as your last response before he put his phone away and turned his attention to his best friend. “You need to leave. Now.”

Wooyoung jumped up from the couch, staring at Yeosang with wide eyes as he screeched in disbelief. “WHAT?”

Yeosang winced at the volume and pitch, even though he should be used to it after years of being Wooyoung’s friend. He unconsciously pressed a finger close to his ear as if that pressure would ease the pain from his eardrum. “Y/N’s coming home soon and if you don’t want to be killed because you opened the mail, you should leave now.”

“What? Where’s that confident guy from a few minutes ago?! You were hellbent on telling Y/N your piece of mind and now you’re kicking me out?” Wooyoung whined loudly, before he quickly leaned forward and grabbed his friend’s phone, opening the messenger app and scanning through the messages Yeosang had exchanged with you.

Yeosang protested weakly, knowing if Wooyoung had his mind set on something, he wouldn’t be able to change it. Instead he simply stood there, waiting for Wooyoung to return his phone.

“Ahhhh”, Wooyoung exclaimed loudly, pointing an accusing finger towards his friend. “Now it all makes sense!”

“Mystery solved. You can leave now.”

“You know that Y/N still hasn’t given you a real explanation though!”

Yeosang’s brows furrowed in thought. He picked up his phone again, scrolling through the messages. “Y/N said…”

“Y/N asked you what there was to explain but didn’t say anything regarding why there were tickets for a different group!” Wooyoung interrupted Yeosang, completely jumping up from the couch and grabbing his shoulders, shaking them almost violently.

You walked into your shared apartment, seeing Wooyoung arguing with a frowning Yeosang. You crossed your arms in front of your chest, leaning against the doorframe as you watched them for a while. Once you had enough of Wooyoung trying to get into your boyfriend’s head, you cleared your throat.

“You still haven’t explained the tickets!” Wooyoung immediately exclaimed as he saw you, ignoring how you glared at him.

“Yeosang?” Your voice was sweet but cold at the same time, making Wooyoung halt in his ranting and nervously glance at his friend, who stared at you with wide eyes. “Be ready to call an ambulance for him.”

“I’M LEAVING!” Wooyoung yelled out, rushing out of the room, before you could even push yourself from the doorframe. “REMEMBER THE EXPLANATION THOUGH!”

“Yah!” You turned around, ready to smack him but the door fell already shut.

“Woo is right though”, Yeosang mumbled, grabbing your attention once more, “you haven’t explained the tickets at all.”

You sighed tiredly and walked over to the couch, plopping down on it and patting the cushion next to you. Your eyes immediately found the opened envelope lying on the couch table, the two tickets on top of it. “I do have an explanation but tell me first why’d you need one.”

As Yeosang sat down next to you, you turned around to look at him, imploring his features as if they’d be able to give you an answer already. He avoided eye contact, his gaze jumping all over the place. “I might be jealous.”

It took everything within you not to coo at him and the adorable pout on his lips. “Have you even looked at the tickets more closely?”

“What do you mean?” Yeosang frowned again, feeling a slight tinge of irritation again as you continued to avoid explaining yourself.

“I’m saying you might know my explanation if you look at the tickets properly.”

Yeosang leaned forward and grabbed one of the tickets, twisting and turning it between his fingers. “I don’t get it.”

This time you couldn’t help yourself but to coo and scoot over to him, wrapping your arms around his torso. “It’s your favourite band. I wanted them to be a surprise gift for you but I guess your bestie ruined the surprise.”

Yeosang’s eyes widened and his head turned almost mechanically towards you. “For me?”

You nodded before leaning your head on his shoulder. “It’s been quite a while since we had a date night and I thought this might be something you’d really enjoy. As long as that green-eyed monster only makes an appearance through coloured contact lenses.”

Yeosang chuckled in embarrassment, hiding half of his face behind his hand. He placed the ticket back down on the table before he turned on the cushion and wrapped his larger form around you. “I’m sorry. I jumped to conclusions and said some really stupid things.”

You nodded, rubbing softly over his back with your hand. “Yeah, you did. And I still intend on making you pay for that.” You snickered upon hearing his low whine. “Which means no cumming unless I tell you to.”

“Fuck”, Yeosang exhaled shakily, feeling himself twitch already at the thought alone.

You snickered again and leaned back. “Impatient, aren’t we?” You raised an eyebrow, smirking at Yeosang, who nodded shyly. “Well, I can’t wait to torture you the rest of the night”, you teased him, pecking his lips shortly, “so get ready in the bedroom while I wash up.”

He didn’t need to be told twice, eager to follow your commands and hoping to redeem himself after being so openly stupid.

Maybe after tonight he’d learn how to control his jealousy.

Taglist: @xavi-in-kpopland @songsoomin

#pirateeznet #cultofdionysusnet #kwritersworldnet #kdiarynet #wkcnet #kvanity #jealous!teezers #kang yeosang #ateez #ateez yeosang #smau #one shot #ateez smau #ateez one shot #yeosang smau #yeosang one shot #ateez fanfic #yeosang fanfic #green-eyed

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wildlife4life · 9 months

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Fuck-it Friday

Tagged several times before I even woke up! Haha. But thank you to these lovelies for the tags. @prince-buck-diaz, @bekkachaos, @thewolvesof1998, @heartbeatdiaz, @ebdaydreamer, and @transbuck

I think we all know what I'm about to drop, but also with the fun surprise of a fake instagram post! I'm getting nifty! So here it is, another snippet of NFL Buck and Firefighter Eddie secret relationship.

Chimney wasn’t trying to stalk Eddie on social media because it’s kind hard to when that person’s internet presence is almost non-existent. His twitter was practically tweet free, just retweets, mostly from WeRateDogs. His Facebook profile was just about the same, with the most recent original post being about moving to Los Angeles. Instagram was a dead end, private and Eddie had yet to accept his follower request.

How the hell was Chimney supposed to find out anything about this mysterious boyfriend of Eddie’s? All he knew was that he made good money, had a sister, and worked out at some fancy gym. He needed to know more!

Chimney was just about to give up, then two weeks after the request, Eddie finally accepted. The paramedic went on the deepest dive he could, clicking through post after post, noting most of his page were pictures of Christopher, a couple of group shots with his Houston firehouse, a handful of photos with who Chimney assumed were members of his family, including the once mentioned sisters, and a single picture of Eddie with two other paramedics in front of an ambulance for Austin, Texas.

It was the second to last picture though, that finally gave Chimney a lead.

The photo was almost artistic in a sense, with the Longhorn’s stadium at field level, lit up by the lights with a beautiful Texas sunset in the background. It had 10 likes, and two comments. One from his former paramedic captain Tommy Vega and the other, a single emoji from an account Chimney saw had liked every photo Eddie had posted. Buck4life.

The page was private, with a profile picture of a beautiful dog with a black coat, which looked a little familiar. He had 10 followers but followed 100 plus. Another dead end.

He clicks on tommy_vega_126, digs a bit there, and finds that she follows and is followed by Buck4life. So, Eddie’s previous captain knows this ‘Buck’, who is most likely the mysterious boyfriend. Because who else besides family would like every photo and family doesn’t leave a cryptic, yet loving emoji on a photo that is reflecting on emotional beginnings.

Chimney’s conclusion: Buck4life was the boyfriend and they met during Eddie’s time working the Longhorn games. That boyfriend has a dog, which meant Eddie has a dog, and Chimney is really curious how that man comes into work without a single trace of dog fur on him. Hen would definitely like to know. Even since rescuing Pasiley, she has come in with some part of her civilian clothes and uniform decorated with white fur and she puts up a minor fuss about it every time.

He needed to find his best friend and present his new findings.

See nifty! And yes, they will have a dog, who is based off of Oliver Stark's own, Jade. Alright I hope you all enjoyed and if you want to see the other post from this wip, just click on the nfl tag on my page, they should all come up.

Tagging (sorry if already tagged and/or posted! No pressure!): @elvensorceress @911onabc @shortsighted-owl @thekristen999 @lizzybizzyzzz @cowboy-buddie @911-on-abc

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andysorbit · 8 months

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I have a list of idols I want to piss off just because I feel like they'd slap the hell out of me because I think about getting slapped around a lot more than I should and it's highkey concerning...

Kyungsoo. I know that shit would hurt and I'd thank him after

Johnny. yes he's easygoing but he's never met me and I could get him to slap me because I'm built different

Wheein. trust me. I could.

Jeno. yeah he's all smiles and shit but again... he's never met me

Choi Minho. gimme 20 minutes and call an ambulance because imma get him to knock me tf out one way or another

Kibum. the best I could get outta him is probably one solid slap across the face but that's enough.

Jongdae. yes he has 2 toddlers but again I'm built different

Irene. It'd probably be followed up with "DO BETTER" but still

Doyoung. He's been dealing with Haechan so I can and will be the straw the breaks the camel's back

Mark. as i stated above Mark = 🐫, me = 🌾 (this is wheat but pretend it's straw cuz there's no straw emoji so I'm improvising)

Yuta. all I'd have to do is tell I think it's hot to slapped around. he seems charitable.

Chris Bang. He's a sweetheart but like... i will find those buttons and push them and he will give me what I want.

#neoculturecollectives #andy's rambles #kpop #exo #nct #stray kids #red velvet #mamamoo #shinee

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kuschelkissen-art · 6 months

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Sharing some emoji challenge sketches again

"Hagi, he's not really gonna do this, right?"

"No way!!"

"Try me!"

"This... this isn't going well."

"... should I call an ambulance in advance?"

Not sure what she saw in her bathtub, but it sure wasn't pleasant

I understand now why Shuichi is hard to draw. He got it from his parents

#dcmk #mi's art #detective Conan #Sakura Boys #hagiwara kenji #matsuda jinpei #furuya rei #morofushi hiromitsu #date wataru #detective Conan vermouth #mary sera #akai tsutomu #sketches #ask game

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andypantsx3 · 2 years

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fingerprints | 2 | todoroki x reader

pairing: Todoroki Shouto / Reader

length: 4.8k of est. 20k words | 2nd of 7 chapters

summary: When you’re outed as pro hero Shouto’s soulmate on national television, there are really only two sensible things for you to do: blame someone else and run.

tags/warnings: romance, soulmate au, fluff, pining, not actually unrequited love, aged up characters, eventual smut

The next morning, it was everywhere.

The news about Todoroki Shouto’s soulmate had blown apart the entire twittersphere with nuclear force, leaching into public radio, talk shows, and newspapers around the country. Across the internet, the Shouto stans had already formed factions, half frantically crafting moodboards and gifs replete with heart emojis and little flower crowns—and half executing deeply watery, extremely public meltdowns. All were blowing up the #shoulmate tag.

By the time you woke up, your entire news app was also carpeted with articles covering the soulmate incident. You couldn’t escape that image of Todoroki—handsome, combat-ruffled, and perfectly blank in shock—-with those two fingerprints pressed high on his cheekbone, the woman from the store just barely in frame to his side.

The speedier news sources had also managed to uncover the woman’s identity, and in just one day, the news media had flooded with a million factoids about her life. The woman in question turned out to be called Yoshizuki Ayumi, and the entire world was now privy to all her intimate details, down to her grades in elementary school and her childhood cat’s name.

Everything that had surfaced seemed to prove she was a good match for Shouto, in your personal opinion. She appeared quiet and serious, just like him, and she was pretty in an understated kind of way, all shiny dark hair, big dark eyes, and a neat little button nose. She was also the owner of two adorable senior dogs with their own expertly managed instagram account, which gave her the stamp of approval, in your eyes.

Not everyone apparently agreed, though. The internet had managed to drum up every possible conspiracy theory about Yoshizuki Ayumi, and people were more than ready to deny her effect on Todoroki. The reporters apparently hadn’t gotten much out of her or Todoroki after you’d made your escape. No one had seen her touch him, and Todoroki had quickly crowded her and the paramedics back towards an ambulance, throwing up a wall of ice to block the hordes of people trying to get at her.

So there was all sorts of rampant speculation, mostly from the die hard Shouto stan crowd, insisting that Yoshizuki Ayumi wasn’t actually Todoroki’s soulmate. They also insisted the fingerprints weren’t fingerprints, complete with highly zoomed in photos analyzing the edges of the prints—clearly they were dirt splotches, which anyone with a lick of sense could see!

Nevermind that the fingerprints visibly started to fade within a minute, right in front of the camera, the way that actual soulmarks did. And people had the gif sets to prove it.

Even the magazines had started picking it up: Is Yoshizuki Ayumi Actually Shouto’s Soulmate? and Todoroki Soulmate Still In Question, and Why We All Might Be Mistaken About Pro Hero Shouto’s Soulmarks, more on page three.

But you had been there. You had seen it in person.

You’d seen his face, clear one moment. And then in the next, he’d borne evidence of a soulmate’s touch.

And definitely not your touch, either. No matter how much time you’d spent hyperventilating about it as you booked it back to the shelter yesterday, only to be greeted by a shocked Mari, whose mouth had dropped straight open when she’d seen you.

“What the fuck happened to you?” she demanded as you tumbled through the door.

Even the orange kitten stopped where she was licking herself, perched among shreds of what had probably been important adoption papers atop the reception desk.

It was then that you looked down and realized you were drenched face to knees in snowmelt from a fall on your way back, shivering, with soot and grime and apparently some of your own blood staining every inch of your clothes. You must have looked unhinged, some wild gutter woman who’d dragged herself out of the depths of a trashcan and stumbled into the shelter.

“Oh shit,” you’d said, like an idiot.

Mari had gaped, eventually managing an incredulous, “Y/N, what the hell?”

And then like bile rising up your throat, you’d vomited out the story of what had happened, from the explosion to the rescue right down to the marks on Todoroki’s face, the frantic crush of reporters.

You left out the part where you’d hallucinated yourself touching him for a minute, though. No need to worry her that you’d also hit your head and bonked your brains right out of your skull.

Mari had called the urgent care down the street right then and there. She’d shooed you out the door, promising to cover the rest of your shift, and then had called you on your cellphone for good measure, making sure you’d gotten in safely.

The nurse at urgent care had given you a row of very gross-looking stitches along your knee and had explained you had heavy bruising all along your shin and thigh and shoulder. She’d rubbed down all your cuts with a thick, pungent antiseptic, and then had tested your awareness and recall, just in case you had banged your head.

Then she’d released you, and you’d trudged a very slow path home, your mind swimming. You’d taken a hot shower that stung your bruises like a swarm of hornets, and then shoveled down an enormous plate of leftovers from the fridge, finally crawling into bed only to pass out as soon as you hit the sheets.

And in the morning, the media had been going fucking nuts.

Lucky for you, in stark contrast to Yoshizuki Ayumi, there was almost nothing about you, except for a couple of speculative tweets about how you’d disappeared—one of the cameramen for a morning news show had caught some b-roll of you in profile as you’d stumbled out of the crowd—and why would someone just up and disappear like that after a rescue? Running Girl was suspicious, if you asked those twitters.

Those several random tweets notwithstanding, there was nothing in particular floating around the media about you, so you encountered no trouble as you made your way back to the shelter the next morning, stopping to pick up puppy pads in place of the ones that had been lost in the chaos yesterday.

You opened the shelter up, shelling out food and water and taking the dogs out one-by-one to the run in the back. The two shivery chihuahuas both got meds for their bad allergies, and a teddy bear arm needed removal from a crate after apparently being ripped off during the night.

The kittens were all happy to see you, too, even the haughty little orange princess, and they all came waddling over to get scratched and smooched and to shred the hem of your jeans.

You spent most of the morning mopping down the floors, running the dogs around the pen out back, playing with the kittens, and fielding a couple calls from prospective kitten owners. Two women came in that morning, a mother and her teenage daughter, and they adopted the smallest kitten in the bunch, a very sweet boy who had none of his sister’s fire but all of her charm.

Little Miss Orange herself spent a significant deal of time out at the desk with you, chasing the pen across the notepad as you took down info from callers. Her tiny teeth were like needles in your fingers, and she did not take well to the criticism that you almost dying yesterday had really been mostly her fault. It was a version of the butterfly effect, you thought, where instead of the flap of a butterfly’s wing, it was the shred of tiny, malicious little claws.

Then you’d called Mari to tell her you’d cover her afternoon shift to make up for the day before, and it was then, after lunch, when things got truly crazy.

You were still playing with the orange kitten on top of the desk when the bells on the door jangled and a tall figure stepped through the door. The man was dressed in a handsome dark blue jacket with cozy-looking wool trim along the collar. It lay open over a grey turtleneck and black slacks, both of obviously very good quality. The man’s features were obscured by a grey woolen beanie and a pair of sunglasses, but you had the impression from his stature and carriage that he was probably super handsome.

You tried to pretend like you weren’t too interested as you greeted him and he made his way over to the desk. The little orange kitten looked up from where her fangs were fully embedded in the tender skin between your thumb and forefinger.

As he came closer he spoke–-and your whole body locked up in sudden terror.

“Hello,” he said, and the low tone was instantly familiar to you.

Your mouth dropped open in horror as Todoroki Shouto pulled off his sunglasses, stowing them away in his jacket. He looked just as good as he had yesterday, just as solid and real and overwhelming. His face was somehow even more unfeasibly symmetrical—almost like he was the fantasy of a man instead of a real one—and worst of all he smelled good, some light, expensive cologne touching your nose as he moved closer.

Real.

Todoroki Shouto was real, and he was in your animal shelter.

“Holy shit,” was all that escaped you. You didn’t remember standing up but suddenly you were out of your chair, staring at him. Your heartbeat instantly kicked into overdrive. “How did you—? What are you—-? You’re here for—-pet—?”

You couldn’t form proper words, some combination of surprise and terror numbing your brain. There was no explanation for why Todoroki Shouto should be standing in your workplace right now.

Todoroki regarded you impassively. “You ran away, yesterday,” he said evenly.

Despite yourself, you couldn’t help the way your eyes darted over to his cheekbone. The move was reflexive, as his cheek was obviously once again unmarked, pale and smooth, so regal and high-boned it should have been illegal. Soulmarks usually faded after about a minute, until you pressed your fingers to your soulmate’s skin again to leave another. You guessed Yoshizuki Ayumi hadn’t been in contact with him in the last minute or so.

“Uh, yep,” you supplied, mind racing. You weren’t in trouble, were you? For yelling stuff and then running off in the middle of some big rescue operation? “I had, uh, stuff to do—-Super busy, you know. Shelters. This time of, uh, year—”

Todoroki watched you blankly, one white eyebrow raising only minutely. “You were…busy,” he echoed blandly.

Somehow, you felt judged by this. You unclamped the orange kitten’s jaw from your hand so you could fold your arms against your chest defensively.

What did he know? You could have been busy. The grind never stopped for a girl with an hourly wage, and especially not for a girl with aspirations of opening her own rescue, who needed to amass an impossibly large sum of money before she could do so.

And why did he care? Why was he here?

Was it that he had beef with you for throwing his soulmate to the wolves like that? For drawing attention to her and exposing them on national television? In your opinion that wasn’t all your fault. It wasn’t like people weren’t going to notice that, given he was like, the most high profile hot guy in the universe.

Although in retrospect maybe it hadn’t been the best move. But you had panicked!

God you hoped you weren’t going to get taken to task by one of your celebrity crushes. What was the best way to get him out of there before he could yell at you?

“Yes,” you said. “So busy. So so busy. Nice of you to drop by, though, uh, thanks for checking up. Good luck with your soulmate.”

Todoroki just stood there, staring at you like you were some kind of alien who had just beamed down into the shelter, speaking to him in some crazy space language.

“My soulmate,” he echoed. Like he had never heard the word before.

“Yeah! Yoshizuki Ayumi!” You said, quickly. “Tell her I said hi, and it was nice surviving with her…Anyway, have a great day!”

You beamed your best leave the shelter now vibes at him with the full force of your mind.

Todoroki did not, however, move to leave. He continued to stare at you, those heterochromatic eyes passing over you curiously. And then he took a step forward so he was right in front of the desk.

You took a reflexive step back, heart doing a wild little kickflip in your chest, your leg accidentally slamming into the chair and sending it careening into the wall.

He was so insensibly handsome up close, it was like a punch to the sternum. He was so tall and his shoulders so broad. His features were so straight, so carefully wrought, so hauntingly elegant. He belonged in a museum, not an animal shelter, and he also belonged ten thousand billion feet away from you so you could breathe properly.

Todoroki held out a hand, fingers long and pretty and way too close to you. “I’d like to confirm,” he said.

Now it was your turn to stare at him like he’d just sprouted an extra head.

“Confirm what?”

Todoroki’s fingers drew together. “I’d like you to touch me, please.”

You stared down at his hand. It did look very touchable, strong and calloused. But that did not explain why he wanted you to touch it, and why he had somehow tracked you down and shown up here in the first place.

Suspicion coiled into a pit in your stomach.

If he wasn’t here to dress you down for exposing Yoshizuki Ayumi…and he wanted you to touch his hand…

It couldn’t be.

No. There was no way.

Maybe Todoroki had to be losing it. Had he bonked his head in the rescue attempt? Had one of the reporters yesterday accidentally beaned him in the skull with their microphone? Had he sustained some kind of brain damage in a rescue between yesterday and today, and was he now roaming around unchecked with the weirdest ideas in the universe?

There was no way he was actually here because he wanted you to touch him to confirm if you two were soulmates.

You worked at an animal shelter, for an insultingly microscopic hourly wage, and you spent your days scrubbing dog poop out of the crates and shoving pill pockets down resistant little chihuahua’s throats. He was the number four hero, still on his way up, Japan’s most chillingly beautiful and strangely memeable person, and he’d saved about a gazillion lives at this point.

Did you mention you cleaned dog crates for a living?

You, like every other woman on the planet, had daydreamed about leaving your grubby little fingerprints all over pro hero Shouto, but that did not mean it was actually possible. The universe did not have a laugh at people like this.

Yoshizuki Ayumi. He should really double check that it was Yoshizuki Ayumi.

“That’s okay,” you said faintly, suddenly feeling like you needed to sit down.“We can just pretend like, um, it didn’t—I mean, it couldn’t actually—You don’t have to—”

Todoroki watched you patiently, and you looked down, unable to hold his gaze.

He still seemed like he was waiting though, so you tried to impress on him how ridiculous this actually was.

“Okay, this is really nice of you but like, I’m sure we don’t need to do this. You’re like, a pro hero. And I am very, very normal. I eat microwave dinners! And I got yelled at on the phone today. And like, cleaned up a bunch of stuff you don’t even want to know about. I don’t think we could be, um, soulmates or whatever.”

His eyebrows went up, prompting even more words to come spilling out of you.

“And also you’re so h—I mean, you look like a dream—well not a—I didn’t mean to say that—-I mean, you do but it’s weird to say it. You know how you look. My point is, we definitely don’t need to confirm anything. Right…?”

A muscle twitched at the corner of Todoroki’s mouth, pulling it just slightly upwards. “A dream,” he repeated.

Your ears went hot. “Pretend like I didn’t say that. You get the point.”

Those mismatched eyes flicked up and down your body, probably cataloging how very much like a dream you didn’t look, in jeans and your least cute sweatshirt because you couldn’t wear anything you didn’t want an animal to shred.

Todoroki’s eyes moved back up to your face, and then he leaned forward, catching your hand in his own.

You stared at where his long fingers pressed into the back of yours. His hand was so warm, and his callouses rasped gently over your knuckles in a way that sent shivers shuddering down your spine.

And then, as he lifted his fingers, you really did need to sit down, because you could clearly see a row of clean, clear fingerprints, standing out stark against your skin.

“This is not real,” you heard yourself say. “Nope. No no no.”

It had been…you?

It had been you. You, of all people! Leaving a soulmark on Todoroki Shouto, pro hero and walking dreamboat, when you accidentally poked him in the face trying to climb off his shoulder.

It was a thought too strange to be entertained.

You had always imagined your soulmate as someone very much like you. Regular, easy to be with, normal face, normal looks, just like—normal. And likewise, Todoroki had probably pictured someone very much like him—tall, elegant, prettier than should be allowed for the self-esteem of all the other humans on earth—completely extraordinary. They probably also were supposed to do something noble and selfless, like be a hero themselves, or like, be a nurse or take care of the elderly or whatever kind and thoughtful people did.

They definitely weren’t supposed to be the kind of nutter who held one-sided conversations with a chihuahua about what a rat boy he was as they walked him out to the run in the morning. They weren’t supposed to be someone with an elaborate revenge fantasy on their coworker and an orange kitten for almost getting them killed over some puppy pads. They weren’t supposed to like, secretly use their roommate’s shampoo or sprinkle her fancy truffle salt into their mac and cheese whenever she annoyed them.

This could not be right.

Before you knew what you were doing, you had pushed the reception chair over to Todoroki in case he needed to sit down the way you did.

It was probably way too much for him to handle.

“I promise I won’t tell anyone,” you said to him. “Not even my best friend, I swear.”

Todoroki’s hand stilled in the air between you. A tiny little crease appeared between his brows. “Is there…a problem?”

You couldn’t help but laugh. Like it was a problem to be fated to him. Like he wasn’t the wet dream of millions of human beings, and kind and heroic to boot.

“No,” you assured him. “Really, this is probably the luckiest I will ever be.”

You tried to think about how to properly explain what you meant to him. “I just mean, like, it doesn’t have to be anything you don’t want it to be. I don’t have to tell anyone. So you can just do your thing, like usual. I won’t be any trouble.”

He was back to looking like you were a mystifying species of fish that had just swam up from the bottom of the ocean. Like a blobfish or something.

“You’re my soulmate,” he said simply. Like that was fine. Like that could mean something, even.

You were thankfully saved from having to answer him by Little Miss Orange choosing that moment to sink her claws right into the luxurious fabric of his pants and haul herself up his side. Todoroki stilled, letting her climb right up his sweater up onto one of those broad shoulders. You watched her a little jealously. They were extremely nice shoulders.

“Oh,” Todoroki said, softly. His hand came up automatically to pet her, fingers stroking gently over her orange and cream fur.

You could have basically melted. And the orange kitten looked like she could have, too. She let out a rumbly little purr of contentment, butting her head up against his fingers. He petted her again, more firmly, blinking a little bit in surprise.

You could have taken a video and sold it for a million dollars.

The kitten’s purring grew even louder, and you couldn’t help but laugh again. She’d obviously taken to Todoroki the way any self-respecting woman would have. You tried not to be jealous that she’d been destroying your hand only minutes ago.

Plus, she was the whole reason you’d even been in that situation yesterday. She was the entire reason you had just found your soulmate, as literally impossible as that was seeming right now. She was the entire reason Todoroki had been able to rescue you in the first place. Which reminded you…

“Thank you,” you said.

Todoroki’s eyes flicked back to yours.

“For saving me,” you clarified. “I didn’t get to say it yesterday, because, um…”

Todoroki’s mouth twitched again. “Because you shouted that another woman was my soulmate and then ran away.”

Your face flamed. “Yes. That. Because I did that.”

In your defense, that was really the only logical assumption. The odds of ending up with Todoroki Shouto as your soulmate were one in seven billion! Also he was like, horrifyingly hot, and the only natural reaction in your opinion was to beat a hasty retreat back to a Todoroki-free location.

Which actually begged the question…

“How the hell did you find me?” You asked.

Todorki’s fingers stilled in the kitten’s fur, and she immediately let out an ugly, discontented yowl. It was his turn to look slightly hunted.

“A friend ran video footage,” he said, kind of evasively.

Which sounded very vague, and also kind of shady.

Was it a pro hero’s jurisdiction to “run video footage”? What did running footage entail, exactly? Did they cross reference your b-roll footage with images on the internet and find your social media? Did they cross reference it with camera feeds and track you down to the shelter?

Wasn’t that the kind of stuff only the police could do with like, serial killers?

You squinted at him in suspicion, and Todoroki’s face went even more blank. “What exactly—”

“Are you hurt?” Todoroki asked quickly. “You didn’t get treated, yesterday.”

You blinked, thrown off. “That’s not—”

“Did you not?” Todoroki frowned, and leaned forward to look at you better. This brought his face nearer, and all the questions about the video footage were suddenly wiped entirely from your brain.

“I did!” you supplied quickly, heartbeat spiking wildly. “I went to urgent care after I came back here. I’m just bruised, and I got a couple of stitches. But nothing major! I got lucky.” Which also reminded you. “How is the cashier girl? And, um, Ayumi?”

Todoroki’s fingers resumed petting the kitten. You tried not to take too much interest in the shape and length of them as they pulled carefully through that orange and white fur.

“They are well,” he said. “Yoshizuki-san is similarly bruised, and had a minor fracture, I am told. The other girl is awake, and doing well. They are monitoring her but so far do not see any significant indications of a concussion or other damage.”

You nodded. “Good. That’s good.”

Todoroki watched you quietly again for a few long moments. Finally he said, “What did you mean…it doesn’t have to be anything I don’t want it to be?”

The return to the soulmate topic sent your heartbeat kicking right back up again. You shifted nervously.

“I just meant, like…We don’t know each other. And I don’t know if you’re, um, seeing anyone. Or if it’s even like that, for you—I don’t want to assume.” You tried to figure out how to say what you wanted without sounding self-deprecating, because it wasn’t about any problem with you. It was about the ridiculousness of the match. “And it’s possible you could have a type, and like, I might not be that type, you know—there’s so much unknown about soulmate chemistry—and so you shouldn’t feel obligated—”

“Are you seeing anyone?” Todoroki asked, suddenly.

When you looked back at him, he’d shifted forward slightly, leaning over the desk again. His face had gone even more still, except his eyes were somehow brighter, fixed on you intently.

“Um, no,” you said, then quickly added, “But that doesn’t mean like, I have expectations! Like I said, we don’t know each other, and so you can go back to doing your own thing. I really don’t have to tell anyone.”

Todoroki plowed right past this offer.

“And do you have…a ‘type’?” he asked, pronouncing the word as though it was foreign.

Yes. Tall, strong, stupidly handsome, red and white hair, pro hero.

“No,” you said hastily.

Todoroki was silent for a long minute as he considered this. You could hear one of the dogs in the back boof softly, and there was a high pitched, shivery answer from one of the chihuahuas. Todoroki’s fingers petted gently over the kitten.

“And what if,” Todoroki said eventually, “I thought perhaps we should get to know each other?”

This stopped you in your tracks. “You…do?”

He nodded seriously, though the effect was somewhat ruined by the orange kitten smushing herself all up against the side of his head. She looked like she was dissolving into a happy, boneless puddle under his touch.

And you were not going to think about whether you might ever get to dissolve into a happy boneless puddle under his touch.

Nope.

Big no.

“Um, I—-okay,” you said before you even realized you’d spoken. “I’d—yes, I’d like that. How should we—?”

Todoroki stretched out an elegant hand, and said, “I will give you my number. I would like to arrange to see each other.”

You fumbled your phone as you pulled it out of your pocket, not wanting to linger on see each other as his choice of phrase. Seeing each other could be—would be—-totally platonic. Soulmates you might be, but the connection differed for everyone, and he didn’t actually say anything romantic. You didn’t even know each other.

You tried not to cringe when Todoroki’s eyebrow went up at the large crack spiderwebbing across the corner of your screen. The price of a fix was significant enough that it created a choice between groceries or a pretty screen, and right now you were prioritizing groceries until the phone became unusable.

Todoroki typed something in, and then held your phone back out to you. You took it, careful not to brush his skin lest you leave more soulmarks on him. You saw that he’d texted himself from your phone, and also that he had put himself in as Shouto, specifically, with no last name attached—which was kind of cute for how insistent it was.

Unless he meant it like his hero name.

Then Todoroki reached up to take the kitten down from his shoulder, placing her back on the desk. She dug her little claws into his jacket and tried to climb back up, but he leveled her with a blank look, almost like an exasperated father.

“I have a press conference,” Todoroki said, looking slightly wilted by the prospect. “Yoshizuki-san and I will need to demonstrate that she is not my soulmate, to quiet the press. I…apologize that I must go.”

A tinge of guilt seeped into you. “Oh shit. I’m–-sorry.”

The corner of Todoroki’s mouth lifted. “I would like to call you, after,” he said.

A little thrill went through you, and you frantically shoved the feeling down.

“O–oh! Yeah that would be good!” you said inanely. You wondered how much time the press conference would take and how much hyperventilating you could fit into the space between now and then. Todoroki Shouto was going to call you. He was going to actively try to talk to you again!

Todoroki reached out, then, and pressed a finger to the back of your hand again, watching transfixed as the color bloomed under the pad of his finger. Your ears went hot again, and you squirmed.

Unreal. Absolutely unreal.

Seeming satisfied with that, Todoroki bade you a farewell in his low tone, and let his hand stroke over the kitten one more time, looking sort of sad to leave her. You murmured your own farewell, a little dazed, the feeling of his skin on your skin still lingering on the back of your hand.

And then with one last lingering glance, he was gone, leaving you to pull the chair back over and sink down into it—wondering if you had just hallucinated the most impossible interaction of your life.

#todoroki shouto x reader #todoroki x reader #todoroki x you #shouto todoroki #bnha x reader

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Hello author!

2. 🏝☀️🥵🌡😵‍💫🤢🤮🚑 My idea is here with Jungkook sick and OT7 Caretakers, if possible! (I miss them :( So, they're enjoying a vacation together, in a private place. Its hot, and Jungkook cant handle well with it. He starts to feel week, dizzy and pale. Feeling like a low blood pressure. Everyone looks at him worried. Jungkook faints while drinking some water and after he's wakes and is a little conscious, throw up the water he has drank. The members get desperate and go rushing to a hospital, calling a ambulance, bc maybe jk gets a insolation

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Sick: Jungkook

Caretaker: OT7

Tw: emeto, vom**, puking, dizziness, fainting, heat stroke, mentions of hospital, ambulance called

Word count: 795

Emojis: 2. 🏝☀️🥵🌡😵‍💫🤢🤮🚑

Yayaya two people requested sick jk with this prompt so I combined them again!! I hope you enjoy and it's what you wanted!!

(I'm also unsure of how many more I'm going to write but I think around 2-3 more!)

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Searing heat, thick humidity, a private and breathtaking oasis by the beach. With only seven of them present, there are no intrusive cameras or rigid schedules, just pure relaxation. And that's why Jungkook is so upset he's not feeling well. The thought of ruining the holiday is ten times worse than the dizzying nausea and sweat trailing his back.

Jungkook's hand shakes as he brings a water bottle to his lips, he's hiding under his hair so the others can't see how pale and sickly he's looking (and feeling). They're at this small private beach, practically in the backyard of their temporary house. Taehyung and Jimin are playing about in the water, throwing soggy sand at each other. Jungkook was with them originally, playing in the warm, crystal-clear water before the heat started taking a toll on him.

He couldn't deny the nausea and slowly made his way back to the blanket and shade they set up. With every step, his legs felt like jelly, and the world was spinning around him. He plopped onto the blanket, and now he clutches onto the water bottle with his remaining strength.

The others are frolicking about in the sand and water, laughter a comforting sound. Jungkook hoped the shade would help but now he just feels isolated and achy. Just as he was about to take another sip of water, the beach towel rustles next to him. Jungkook turns to find Namjoon, who's sat down with a book in his hand, now looking at him with concern.

"Jungkook you don't look so good, are you feeling okay?" Namjoon reaches a hand to touch the youngest's cheek, feeling unnatural warmth. Jungkook tried to laugh it off, but it came out weak and shaky. "Yeah, I just need some rest." He replies, Namjoon isn't convinced. "No, Jungkook I think you should lay down. You really don't look good." Namjoon's brows pinch together. Jungkook swallows audibly, his head is really starting to pound.

Jungkook has no clue what Namjoon just said. His ears are buzzing and he's struggling to keep up right. He can see a few others start to walk over, confusion on their faces. He registers the water in his hand and goes to take a sip, but it just ends up spilling down his front. Woah, he doesn't feel good. He feels blood pumping in his ears before losing consciousness.

"—unkook! Jungkook, hey. Nono don't sit up—" Jungkook feels his stomach lurch, hands on his body and the worried voices of his bandmates. All he can do is whimper before throwing up to his side and then clutch the nearest person. "H-hyungie—" Jungkook cries, beads of sweat on his forehead. "Kookie, Kookie shh, calm down, Jinnie-hyung has called an ambulance. You're gonna be okay." Jimin smooths Jungkook's hair and Namjoon fans his face with his book.

"I'm gonna be sick- don' feel good.." Jungkook mumbles, Yoongi thinks quick and he grabs one of their empty snack containers and shoves it under his chin. Taehyung takes a bit of a clean towel and pours some water on it to rest at the back of Jungkook's neck and try cool him down. He burps and buries his face into the container.

He pukes clear liquid and Jimin trails his hand up and down his back. His head throbs with each gag and the bright sun still hurts his eyes even in the shade. Letting out a miserable groan, the others are jittery with worry. "Guys the ambulance is here, make room for them." Hoseok instructs and the members move out the way, except for Namjoon who holds Jungkook and the container steady.

Jungkook still manages to be shy and embarrassed as the paramedics check his vitals and ask a couple questions. "Jungkook-ssi how are you feeling right now? Still like before?" A middle aged woman asks, "n-not as bad.." Jungkook turns to Namjoon, hoping he can provide some more details. "He was super pale and dissociated. He's thrown up twice now but I think it was just the heat that got to him." Namjoon explains.

The paramedics strap something to Jungkook's arm and say that they should take him in to administer an IV. "So this is a mild case of heat stroke, two of you are able to ride with him to the hospital if you'd like." One of them suggests.

Seokjin and Taehyung are quick to volunteer and the others promise to meet them at the hospital. In the ambulance Jungkook feels a mixture of emotions, shy but also too sick to suppress his need for his hyung's dotting. He holds Taehyung's hand and asks Seokjin to play with his hair. Looking forward to feeling better, Jungkook vows to always stay hydrated when going to the beach.

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