#civilian!reader

[sketchyfandomgirl]

Simon Riley has a Medusa tattoo. It’s never seen since he keeps it hidden beneath his clothes at all times. But it’s small, and almost easily missed at first glance. Only a few select people know about the tattoo.

Like you.

Simon trusts you the most out of everyone he knows. Probably more than his best friend Soap. Probably even the Captain. You knew Simon the longest by almost more than a decade, as you grew up together after your family moved to Manchester.

You were there when he decided to enlist in the military. Being there to see him off, attending his graduation from boot camp and tapping him out alongside his mother.

He trusts you a lot. Enough to be an emergency contact if anything were to go wrong.

You got a call, all the way from America, in Texas if you can believe it, that one Simon Riley has been found near the Texas-Mexico border half dead and was in recovery. So you booked a flight to Texas that very night. Wasn’t Simon supposed to be on some covert mission? What the hell happened?

Simon was reluctant to talk about what happened, but he eventually opened up about the horrors he endured while he was captured by Roba.

The violence, especially the sexual abuse that Simon wouldn’t even tell his assigned therapist. You were Simon’s safety, his most entrusted person who he could be more open with.

It would take years to help him heal.

But eventually, he did start to heal from the process, and asked you to come along with him to a tattoo appointment.

It was there, Simon’s sign of addressing his pain was finally closing to an end, did he get a Medusa tattoo.

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Hii!🥰 Can I please request a Lloyd Hansen x civilian!fem!shy!reader where she is walking home from her waitressing job when she witnesses him and his men doing their less than legal work and tries to hide, but Lloyd notices her. He’s definitely offed people for less (it’s Lloyd we’re talking about😅), but he finds this girl to be completely adorable, and can’t help but have a soft spot for her, so he lets her go with a wink (and a lot of flirting). They see each other again when Lloyd happens to the diner she works at (definitely greeting her with a “hello sunshine/cupcake”🙇‍♀️😭), poor girl would be terrified but he really would never hurt her. Anyways, he asks her on a date, and he’s just so gentle and sweet and such a flirt and she agrees (they’d both fall head over heals for each other, Lloyd’s only soft spot🥹)

Only Soft Spot » Lloyd Hansen

Pairings: Lloyd Hansen x Civilian!Female Reader

Summary: Lloyd doesn’t have any soft spots, but he develops one when he lays his eyes on you.

Warnings: Fluff, language, shy!reader, waitress!reader, pet names

A/N: Thank you for the request @kpopgirlbtssvt 🩵

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buck-star

GIF IS NOT MINE! Gif credit goes to the creator.

You were walking home from work, rummaging through your bag to make sure you didn’t leave anything at the diner you work at. Once you made sure you have everything, you readjusted the straps of your bag on your shoulder and continued your walk home. That walk was cut short when you heard a loud noise from a vacant graffitied building from across. You stopped walking and stared at the building. Your curiosity was piqued and you decided to check it out, even though it’s probably a group of people hanging out inside or something like that. You looked both ways before crossing the street. The front entrance and windows were boarded up so you went to the back entrance, knowing there’s an opening back there. You carefully and quietly made your way inside of the building. You seen a small group of people standing around something. You didn’t know what they were looking at. You hid behind a wide pillar so you didn’t get caught, sneakily peaking your head out from the side of the pillar.

The people spread out. You seen someone tied to a chair, all beaten up and bloody. You looked at the people standing around the person, seeing guns in their hands. Your eyes widened.

This can’t be good.

“Take him out.” A man with a mustache said, Lloyd Hansen.

“Yes, boss.” Another man replied, one of his men.

The second man rose his gun up to the person tied to the chair, shooting him in the chest where his heart is. The gunshot sounded loudly in the empty building. You yelped and jumped at the sound of it. Everyone stopped what they were doing and turned around to see where the sound came from. Your eyes widened when they seen you. You immediately ran, running as fast as your legs would let you. One of the men rose his gun up.

“Put your gun down.” Lloyd said.

“She witnessed what we just did, boss.” Another one of his men says.

“I said, put your gun down!” He demands. “Don’t make me say it a third time!” He says.

The man nodded and put his gun down. Lloyd got a pretty good look at you before you ran away. He smiled to himself, knowing he likes you, even though he doesn’t know your name or anything about you. What he does know that you’re a soft spot for him. Lloyd is a man who doesn’t have any soft spots, but he just developed one… you.

You didn’t stop running once you left the vacant building. You ran as fast as you could till you reached your house. You opened your bag, scrambling to find your keys and unlocked your house door. You slammed the door shut behind you and locked it. You leaned against it, panting heavily from the running you just did. You closed your eyes and slid down the door, sitting on the floor and trying to catch your breath. Your mind began to wander as you were catching your breath.

There’s no way that man is dead, right? Maybe you didn’t see it right. Oh, what are you kidding? You just witnessed a murder. Stupid curiosity.

You shook your head, trying to gather yourself. Once you caught your breath, you stood up and went to the bathroom to take a shower before getting ready for bed. What you just witnessed was the only thing on your mind for the rest of the night.

The next day, you spaced out a couple times when you should’ve been working. You were leaning against the counter and staring down at your blank note pad, tapping your pen against it.

“The older couple at table 3 wants more coffee.” Your coworker said.

You gasped softly and jumped when she walked up next to you. She looked at you, raising an eyebrow.

“Are you ok?” She asked.

“Yea. I’m just a little tired.” You answered.

“You might want to get yourself some coffee too.” She says, patting your back.

You nodded before grabbing the pot of coffee and refilling the coffee for the older couple at table 3. The door to the diner opened, the bell ringing through the diner.

“Please seat yourself. I’ll be with you in a moment.” You say to the customer who just walked in.

“No rush. Take your time.” Lloyd says.

Lloyd seated himself in a booth in the corner of the diner. You went behind the counter to get a menu and a cup of coffee for the customer.

“Coffee?” You asked.

“Yes please.” He says.

You put the cup of coffee on the table in front of Lloyd before getting your note pad out to take his order.

“What can I-” The words died on your tongue when you looked at him.

Oh shit… it’s one of the men from last night.

“Hello, sunshine.” Lloyd smiles and winks.

Everything you learned from the training of your job flew right out the window. You honestly thought he was here to ask you what you saw last night.

“Join me, cupcake.” He says, gesturing to the empty booth seat in front of him.

You nervously sat down across from him, placing your note pad and pen on the table.

“Are you nervous?” Lloyd asks.

You shyly nodded your head yes.

“There’s no need to be nervous around me, sunshine.” He leans his arms against the table. “I’m not going to hurt you. I promise.” He promises.

You sat there, staring at him and feeling shy.

“First things first, I want to make sure you didn’t tell anyone about what you witnessed last night.” Lloyd says, keeping his voice low.

“I-I didn’t tell anyone.” You say quietly.

“That’s good. I would like that to stay between me and you.” He said. “Now, let’s get down to business.” He says.

Your eyebrows shot up.

“Not that kind of business, silly.” He chuckles.

You felt relieved when he said that.

“My name is Lloyd Hansen of Hansen Government Services.” He finally introduces himself. “Your name is Y/N, right?” He asks.

You completely forgot you were wearing a name tag on your work uniform.

Did this man do research on me?

“That’s what your name tag says.” He says, pointing at your name tag.

“Oh… yes, that’s my name.” You confirmed.

“That’s a beautiful name for a beautiful woman like you.” He compliments.

You blushed and looked down.

“I’m a man who doesn’t have that many weaknesses or soft spots for that matter, but when I seen you, I discovered a new soft spot… you.” Lloyd says.

“M-Me?” You stuttered. “Why me?” You asked.

“I like you, sunshine.” He smiles. “That says a lot about me, because I don’t like many people. You’re number one on the list of people I like.” He says.

A smile formed on your lips.

“If it’s ok with you, I would like to take you on a date sometime.” He says.

“I’m more than ok with that.” You say with a smile.

Lloyd smiles, grabbing your note pad and pen. He wrote down his phone number and gave it to you. You did the same.

“Now…” Lloyd begins. “Tell me what’s good here.” He says, looking at the menu.

“This is my favorite.” You say, pointing at your favorite meal on the menu.

“I’ll take that.” He tells you.

You nodded and went to the kitchen to tell the cook what Lloyd ordered. You came back a few minutes later with his food, placing it in front of him on the table.

“Thank you, cupcake.” He smiles.

“You’re welcome, Mr. Hansen.” You smiled back.

“Call me Lloyd, sunshine.” He winks.

You nodded and blushed before going back to work. A couple minutes later, your phone vibrated in your pocket. You took it out of your pocket to see who texted you. It was Lloyd.

Lloyd: Saturday night at 7pm. I can’t wait to get to know you

You: Sounds like a date🥰

You giggled and put your phone back in your pocket. You took a glance at Lloyd to see him smiling at you. You blushed before going back to work.

From that moment on, you and Lloyd were head over heels for each other. You also completely forgot about that incident from that night.

💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛

-Bucky’s Doll

[walpu]

Normal civilian! Reader who didn't know the friend they've been chatting and hanging out with was an IPC bigshot so TB wanted to break it to them but relentlessly getting stopped and bribed my Aventurine who just wants to keep hanging out with Reader without it being get in the way.

I also want him to have fun with Reader in places like an amusement parks so he can relive the childhood he never had.

Healing his inner children without any stress 😭

[lazybutsmexy]

To good use

John "Soap" Mactavish x teacher!Reader

Johnny's mind works at breakneck speed, and you know how to slow him down.

Warnings: none! pure fluff, Johnny has ADHD. GN!Reader.

Words: 700~

A/N: Just a thing I came up with while preparing my lesson plans.

He stands up from the couch, completely disregarding the current football match. His team wasn’t doing well and he grew restless. His bare feet thudded on the wooden floor and took him to the kitchen, from where moments later the scent of freshly made coffee waltzed to you. 

You simply let out a soft puff of air, too focused on your task at hand - making sure your scissors didn’t stray a millimeter from the lines you had carefully designed on the brightly coloured craft paper. 

A soft ‘thunk’ signaled the presence of a steaming, fresh cup of coffee in front of you. “Thank you, Johnny,” you smiled up at him as he leaned down to peck your cheek. Immediately after, he shuffled over to the large window overseeing the front yard. 

The rain smacked heavily into the glass, as if attempting to break in. It wouldn’t - Johnny had made sure that the flimsy single-glass panels were replaced by bulletproof glass the moment you had agreed to date him all those years ago. He loved you and cherished you that much. 

You peered at him out of the corner of your eye. The sports commentator shouted another goal for the rival team, but you had a sneaking suspicion he didn’t hear it. 

His fingers twitched, and he clenched his hands a few times to relieve the tension. Soon, his fingers found themselves combing through his mohawk. The hair was soft, freshly conditioned after weeks. 

You could see the signals. He was itching for something to do. He couldn’t go on a run to wear himself down, nor even to smoke a cigarette in his storm. 

It was the part of his character that made you fall in love with him. His romantic spontaneity was born from his ever-working mind, and all the ways his thoughts zeroed in you. It was also his greatest flaw - if you could even call it that. When he lived with a mind that was always speeding at breakneck speed, left unchecked would give him - and you - whiplash. 

You snipped the last bit of paper in your hand and glanced at the rest of the materials on your workspace with an idea simmering in between your eyebrows. 

Forcing out a yawn and a stretch worked like a charm to bring his attention back to you. 

“Tired, bonnie?” he smiled, and by God, you could watch him smile for the rest of your days and be happy. He glanced at the clock on the wall and frowned slightly. “‘s pretty late, you almost done?”

“No,” you moaned pitifully, and drove the point home with a pout and batting eyelashes, “I need help with this if I want to go to sleep before midnight.” 

Immediately Johnny was dragging a chair and sitting down in front of you. “Tell me what to do, I’ll help.” Even though he tried to show a finality in his decision to help, you caught the hidden eagerness in his voice. 

Your beaming smile seemed to punch all thoughts away from his head as you handed him a stack of colourful paper strips. “Use that glue to stick the tips together to make rings, please,” you instructed him, and he immediately took the tiny tub of glue, “I need them arranged into a chain, the colour order isn’t important.” 

Johnny nodded once and muttered a soft “copy” before carefully getting to work. The way he delicately handled the strips showed you that your little plan had worked wonders. You turned your attention to the ornaments you had been working on - only half-made, so the kids would finish the work and get the credit, of course. 

“Thank you, Johnny,” he barely glanced up at your voice, obviously fully focused on his new super important task, “you’re a life-saver.”

His little chuckle and the bump of his ankle against yours under the table filled you with warmth, “‘course, can’t leave my bonnie struggling.”

You somehow held back an eyeroll and swallowed the ‘likewise’ that almost escaped your lips. You’d let him take the credit too. 

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[darling-answers]

Hello! I saw that your requests were open and was wondering if I could request general sfw and nsfw relationship headcanons for Hanzo with a civilian s/o? Maybe also how he got together with his s/o? Thank you in advance and have a good day!

Day Eight

Civilian Life

Side note: For this one I will be only doing Sfw since when it comes to this request I felt it was really good to put into fluff November so I will make another one for nsfw if you truly want it.

I also made this one more of coming home from a mission than like every day relationship because while he would be concerned for the safety of his partner he also want his partner to enjoy there life being free and not have to look around there shoulder every day at ever minute.

A man walked towards house that was on a quiet neighborhood street. Grabbing his keys and his book bag he unlocked the door to his house there was a car in the drive way meaning someone was here.

Coming back from a mission he stumbled inside the house. It smelled pleasant like cherries scented candle. He was delighted about the smell knowing you would be home. He knew about your caution atmosphere about leaving candles on without any supervision. He took a deeper sniff he picked up on the scent of some actual food it smelled Like Chimichangas.

Walking past the living room it seemed to be dusted and cleaned. He made his way to the kitchen being careful not to overstep and cause much noise. It was for your safety to not scare you when he came home. He wanted to watch you for a bit but As he walked closer to you in the kitchen he just knew he couldn’t stand the thought of you not noticing his presence any longer, he wasn’t even supposed to get off this early but as a surprised he wanted to finish this mission as fast as he could but with great precision on the mission. he slowly let out a soft cough to get you aware that you weren’t alone in the house anymore.

Seeing you turned around seeing the way your face slowly morph from horror to confusion to one filled with relief than those big eyes he loved filled with so much kindness. he slowly and shyly opened his arms up, his face turned flushed as he looked away gently he saw you from the corner of his eyes start sprinting his way as he was ready for the impact of body to body contact.

“ Baby!”

He heard his precious lover the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with scream, and running up to him with open arms he felt you throw yourself into his arm. the warm touch of your skin against his own. Hugging him tightly your face had begun to find his neck as he felt you tightly hold him.

“ how are you my beloved.”

He muttered as he gave a kiss on your forehead moving the hair out of your face. To allow his lips to make contact with your skin, He took a step back and cup your face as he gave a small smile as your voice filled the air to ask a question over his question.

“ the real question is how was your mission you were gone for a week I wish I knew you would coming I would’ve made way more food.”

He gave a small smile as he shook his head closing his eyes as he bask in his lover presence before walking over as he felt you guide him to the food you were making.

“ no need I had ate a little bit ago before I had been dropped off here so don’t stress about making more but I’m excited to see how much progress you made since I was last here.”

He smiled one of his genuine one that wasn’t a mask smile. He looked in the pot his eyes trusting over the delicious well made food. It seemed to have all the ingredients and the spices checking by on the counter were all the ones used in making the chimichanga a perfection.

“ it looks very well made you should be proud of yourself your culinary skills has been developed and flourish .”

He nodded at his words as he saw you get giddy. He slowly placed his bag on the counter as he gave another kiss to Your head.

“ I will be going into the shower and I will come back out once I’m done.”

He mutters as he puts his stuff away placing his food that he overpacked and also brought back into the fridge. Placing any of his weapons in a safe place in a cabinet in a storage compartment inside the cabinet.

He walked towards the back of the house as he started getting his clothes ready for the night, walking towards his dresser drawer he pulled out some matching silk pajamas. As he grabbed his towel from inside the hallway closet. Turning on the bathroom light, light filled the room as he also turned on the Fan switch that was next to the light switch.

He goes infront of the walk in shower and reaches over into the shower turning on the Hot water shower handle he let the hot water beat down onto the shower floor, letting steam fill the air he moved his right hand to adjust the handle to atleast allow some cold water and hot water balanced out the handle leaned more towards the hot water.

Getting out of the shower he dried himself off letting the towel soak up all the water that was left on his skin he let out a sigh, his skin was still warm as steam poured off his body. He took a deep breath of relaxation as he wrapped the towel around his waist. Turning off the light and the fan he closed the bathroom door and walked towards your guys room.

Putting on clean nighttime clothes he used the towel that he dried his body with to dry his hair letting his black hair be more damp. Sighing as he felt his body way more relaxed, more calm less stressful.

Turning the door knob to there room he walked towards the closet and throw his towel in the hamper. Shutting the door he moved back towards the kitchen his feet crept among the hardwood floor.

As he gather back into the kitchen seeing you sit down and eat. Grabbing the digital laptop off the counter he also sat down. Holding his digital laptop he scrolled throw mission brief. Looking at the information he heard some clinks coming from your silverware.

When the chair scooted back as you had gotten up he didn’t even realize you had already finished your food and was washing your plate off and loading the dish into the dishwasher.

Until you kissed him on the cheek drawing his attention back to you his brown eyes held so much love and adoration in them. He got up setting his laptop back down and turning it off he kissed you on the lip once more before he started gesturing towards the bedroom.

Getting situated in bed he chuckled when he saw you grab the remote and turning on your favorite show. He relaxed in bed his head on the pillows as his arms folded under the covers. In the background he heard the theme song for your show going off. He wasn’t paying attention to anyone but your lovely figure.

How could anyone not fall in love with your adorable smile and your kind beauty and seeing the way 30 minutes later you had passed out from watching your show he knew this was the individual he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

[johnpricelover2011]

Imagine your husband Price doesn't come back from a mission

THROWS THIS AT YOU GUYS BECAUSE I READ THE "But you didn't," POEM BY MERRILL GLASS LIKE 2 MINUTES AGO

TW: Mentions of death <3, Angsty

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Staring out into the path leading away from your home, you sat on your rocking chair bundled up in a warm blanket. You reminisced about your life with John Price, the man you loved unconditionally.

You remember the time you borrowed his truck and crashed it. You thought he'd kill you, but he didn't.

You remember the time you dragged him to the beach even though he said it'd rain. When it did, you thought he would've yelled at you, but he didn't.

You remember the time after an argument when you flirted with the his teammates to make him jealous, and he was. You thought he'd leave you, but he didn't.

You remember the time you spilled strawberry pie all over the carpet of the very same truck you crashed. You thought he'd hit you, but he didn't.

And you remember the time you were teenagers, you forgot to tell him the prom was formal, so he showed up in jeans and a t-shirt. You thought he'd hate you, but he didn't.

There were so many things he didn't do, but he put up with you, protected you, and loved you unconditionally.

There were so many things you wanted to do to repay him. So you waited. Waited 40 years for him to return from that mission.

But he didn't.

[random0lover]

So we all know that Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley joined the military because of the 9/11 attacks so what about a story with a reader that had a family member pass because of the 9/11 attacks and maybe it’s a civilian!reader or maybe a military!reader that joined because they wanted to help prevent something like that from happening ever again? It doesn’t have to be about that but it’s could be a detail added that makes a super soft emotional scene.

Idk I’m tired and this just came to me because I haven’t seen anyone write anything like this (yet?) and I’d love to see it!

[kyojurismo]

imagine gifting tengen flowers whenever he comes back from a mission >_< like you make sure to pick his favourite and he’s all soft because you always do that

[852853]

help!!!

I’m trying to find a Simon Riley fic where a mission goes wrong and he takes them to civilian!reader house. The reader is a single mom and has a little girl.

[undermine-the-instinct]

Title: In The Alleyways

Civilian reader is next! With a vote of 12.7%, civilian reader came in fourth place.

Noble | Head Advisor | Civilian | Royalty | Librarian | Witch (canon)

Wc: 2.1K Warnings: None

Festivals are always such a busy time, even for the random people in the cities and villages, who aren't even helping with setting up stalls or decorations or any other preparations.

There is excitement and joy, but also anticipation, because everyone knows that this is where an attack is most likely to come from. But you heard the crown prince would be in the parade, and he was blessed with a dendro vision, so you're sure things will be fine.

Well, you were sure.

Maybe it was because the crown prince was attending the parade that things have gotten out of hand.

Oh dearest stars above, there are people swooning and fainting in the crowd, and crazy folks who try to push past the guards and rush towards the carriage which holds the Prince. You can't really see from your position, but the cries and proclamations of love get louder the closer it gets. You're not sure if it was exactly worth it coming here.

You wanted to see the prince, and if his rumors of his extreme handsome-ness were true. The tri-colored blaze of his eyes sound like the things from legends, and everyone wants a taste of the supernatural, the extreme. Well, you work with the supernatural near often enough, you just want to see it in a different proximity.

But the ridiculousness ramps up when the carriage finally approaches. It's like when Barbara and Xinyan had a joint performance, the crowd was in a frenzy, trying to rush to the stars of it all.

He is handsome. Very much so. His face and body seem chiseled from some fine marble, and his eyes really are intense. His hair is a dove gray in the sunlight, and the dendro vision he bears is a swirling emerald. His face is stoic, and he stares ahead, as if unbeknownst to the cries of his name and pleas for a glance.

What is up with these people?

It's at that moment that a women next to you practically rips off her corset, and with impressive aim, throws it straight towards the prince.

What the fuck.

And he catches it, on reflex you suppose, because he stares at the piece of cloth in his hand like he never seen anything like it before. Everyone seems stockstill, before the prince raises his hand to slow the procession, and jumps out of the carriage.

The crowd screams as he approaches, and rushes forward as Prince Al Haitham speaks to the guards, gesturing to where the girl, who ran forward with a scream of delight, lost in the masses now, was when she threw it. And yeah, you aren't dealing with this.

It's not hard to push past the crowd, you're going in the opposite direction after all, and a little spritz of a potion has people quick to look past your face, frantic to see the prince instead. But you turn back to look at the craziness before you depart, and suddenly, the prince's eyes meet yours.

Oh, what the fuck.

You run.

And okay, that was a bad idea. 

Because now you're being chased by the guards, as if you were the crazy lady who ripped and threw her clothing.

Most people were attending the parade or perusing the shops and stalls, so the alleys are only full of trash and vermin, alley cats and dogs.

You can hear the guards, and you try to slow down your heartbeat, catch your breath. You have a spell. Spells. You'll be fine. You're too elevated. You must get to a lower level. You take a couple of darkened stairs, down, down down.

Unless your spell didnt actually work, because didnt the prince see you? Like, he immediately found you in that giant crowd, and perhaps he sent the guards your way. and you spell didnt really work and and–

Okay. Okay, breathe. You're fine. You're a capable and amazing witch and the prince didn't see you, that was fluke. The guards won't find you and you won't get in trouble, you just need to breathe and relax. And focus on creating some distance. You begin walking again, a hand to your chest.

The potion works well enough, and as long as you keep up your hood, you can get to the inn you've been staying at and relax. You'll wait till the parade is over and then you can enjoy the stalls and such, in fact, there was a stall you wanted to check out by the city center–

A hand lands on your shoulder and you jump to high Celestia.

You open your mouth to tell but an arm arcs over your head, and the inside of the elbow is pressed against your mouth to keep you quiet. You try to bite but the person was wearing some sort of armor thing underneath the cloak. You're stuck in a headlock.

How did they catch up to me so fast?? You think, you thought you had enough ground between you and the guards.

You drop, limp, amd the person struggles to keep you upright. When you drop you grab their pant leg and pull.

They fall, stumble really, which was your plan, and as soon as you're free you start booking it. You see them catch and right themselves as you turn a corner, and you curse under your breath.

Not a minute later you hear footsteps behind you, and you curse again and run faster. You fly by back workers refilling stocks or bringing things in, children delivering packages, even the occasional pair of lovers embracing. You're just trying to outrun this man.

Unfortunately, you run into a dead end. Literally.

Okay, it's not your fault that in your adrenaline induced panic, you mistook the painting of an open shop door to be an actual door. The alley way was short and dark, and you were desperate and fuck that hurted.

Mother, do I make you proud?

You're holding your face, thankfully unbroken, when you feel a shadow fall over you. Your panic returns, making you still and liable to bite, when you open your eyes.

"..." Crown Prince Al Haitham stands above you, with a cloak of his own. He looks at you, and you look at him.

Wordlessly, he hands you an object, and you see it's the corset that was thrown at him. He urges you to take it. And you do. Awkwardly.

"Here. Why did you throw this? You would have gone without it?"

"…" You must be dreaming.

"Did you rattle your brains running into that wall? Why did you run for so long?"

"...Why did you chase me?" He returns to full height, but still stares down at you. 

"To return your clothing."

"You chased me like a madman, for that? You put me in a headlock for that?!"

He shrugs, unbothered. "There's a local myth that if a person throws their clothing at you unsuspectingly and you catch it, it's a metaphor for returning their feelings, unless you return it. I thought most of you wouldn't be so bold, but alas." You marvel at his audacity and roll onto your stomach, not wanting to get up yet. The ground was hard but cool.

"You don't seem like the type to believe in such a silly thing." 

"I'm not. But I've started to believe in curses and tempting fate. So I must take heed." Something changes in his face. 

"Your nose is bleeding." 

You check and oh! You are. You press the fabric of the corset to your nose to stop the blood flow and damn, your nose hurts. You wince but let up.

Crown Prince Al Haitham crouches on his haunches, as if to inspect you better.

"Your nose might be broken."

"It's fine."

"Let me see."

"What? No." But he doesn't wait for your permission, and moves your hand with the cloth away, and starts pressing around your nose and the bridge. You hiss and grit your teeth, but he has one hand on your face and the other under your jaw keeping you in place.

After a few very painful moments, he backs up.

"Not broken,  but you'll bruise. Very badly. It would be best to ice it. And to not use your corset to staunch a nosebleed."

"It's not mine."

"It's not your corset and you still threw it at me?" You sigh in annoyance.

"...I didn't throw this at you, Your Highness."

He rolls his eyes, and stands up. Now you're tired of being on the floor, and get up too, less gracefully.

"Do not lie. Why else would you meet my eyes and then run during the commotion? I admit, that was a bold move. It got me to follow you."

"Your Highness."

"None of my admirers have thrown their clothing at me, and to do so in public–"

"You're mistaken!" You cut him off, irked.

"You must be pretty arrogant to think that everyone is in love with you, Your Highness. I am not one of them. And look," you open your cloak to show that you are, in fact, still wearing your all your clothing.

"If you came here hoping to score with some doe eyed fool you're mistaken, Your Highness. And frankly impudent."

"Impudent. So you're at least well read." Before you could reply to the backhanded compliment he moves on.

"Hm. You're very bold. And presumptuous. That's not what I chased you down for." The Prince looks down at your outfit, hand to his chin.

"I was merely curious. I suppose you ran, because you wished to avoid the commotion?"

"Yes. And because you came up to me and put me in a headlock."

"That doesn't explain how you were able to evade my guards," he breezes past. "And how I was the only one to reach you."

"I don't know!" You raise your hands and smack them to your sides.

"No, I think you do."

"You're the only one who saw through my spell. I don't know how."

At this, he perks up, and steps into your space.

"A spell? So you're a wizard," he looks at your outfit (again. You dont think you mistake that derogatory look).

"Self taught, perhaps? Show me this spell."

You scowl. 

"Wizards are more the scholarly type, and like to stick to the rules, and their courts and towers. I am a witch, we garden and grow and hunt our ingredients and make our spells and focus on the body and the like. There is a difference." 

Again he shrugs. "Alright witch, show me."

"And If I don't want to?"

"Then I'll have my guards detain you and hold you for questioning." Really? You want to ask if he is that petty, but one look at his face and you know he is serious.

You sigh and pull out a bottle from your satchel, the liquid inside is a pretty purple, and he takes it from your hands gingerly. You let him, but not without a face.

"It doesn't make you invisible, but unnoticeable. That's how I was able to get away. Somehow you broke through it."

"... I saw a blue vial  in your satchel, just now. What was that one?"

"Healing." Speaking of which, your face is really starting to hurt now.

"I'll use it for my face, but first I have to let the wound set."

"Did you make these yourself? How much do you want for the stealth vial?"

"...Yes, and no, it's not for sale. At least, not for money."

"Alright, what do you want in exchange?"

You probably should ask for coin, but you're curious sooo "....Why did you really follow me? And why do you want it? And why did you put me in a headlock?! Answer me those questions."

To his credit, he doesn't hesitate. "I was curious because I thought you had thrown the article of clothing. You didn't seem as obsessed as the other folk were, and that piqued my interest.

It gets tiring, being fanned and adored and swooned over day in and out." He sighs hard, and he looks annoyed now, his brow tugged down and his lips are pursed. He meets your gaze.

"I had suspiciouns when you met my eyes in the crowd and ran. With the fact that my guards could not catch you, I assumed it was a type of signal. Perhaps it was. Eith your.pption, itt would be beneficial to go unnoticed for a few hours."

"Beneficial for…?"

"My health." Despite your previous attitude, you snort.

"I guess you're lucky your hair is gray, otherwise the stress would show."

"It's genetic."

"I know." You sigh, and ponder for a minute. You have been struggling for work, and you've been wanting to gain some recognition. Your skills are decent, but maybe that's all you need in this situation maybe you could make him a customer.

"Fine. A spritz lasts a half hour, and I have enough for the rest of the day. Take it." You gesture to the prince, since he already had it in his hands, and he nods. He looks all around out for a moment, before pointing the nozzle and sprays you.

"Hey!" He stares at you for a moment, as if watching whether you'll grow horns or not, before spraying himself. 

As if on cue, a pair of guards barrels into the alleyway you two are at. They stop to stare at you, you both are caught off guard so your faces are in full view, before they shake their heads and run off.

"Hm. How convenient, it does work. Lovely. Now, where to?"

"Where to?"

"Yes. Memorizing maps and infracture doesn't help for when you're actually in a place you've never been before, so I need an aide. And I need to question you on what other potions you can make. I have a feeling I might need your services in the future." He gestures ahead, for you to move forward.

"After you."

Taglist: @tigerpriestess @hypernovaxx @certaindreampost @tanspostsblog @escapeis

[callsignfoxy]

I honestly love both POVs so much. They both add a unique perspective of what a relationship with him would be like.

there's a lot of debate about being team civilian x team soldier for ghost's partner but honestly i love both ideas so much. just think of

simon riley with a civilian partner,

who pushed you away in the beginning because you were 'too pure' to be near a hell-sent monster like him.

who got himself lost in your sweet attempts to slip into the cracks of his heart and eventually surrendered on the battle against his own will.

who keeps a picture of your pretty face well hidden in his tac vest, as a reminder of the new purpose of his military service.

who tries to text you at least once a day when he's away, just to assure you about his well-being and to let you know how much he misses you.

who worries too much about your safety whenever he's deployed, so takes his time to teach you everything about self-defense techniques, ways to handle a knife, and how to properly shoot, as much as he hates the thought of you being even near a gun.

who's so scared of you getting hurt and nearly had a heart attack when he saw blood coming out of your finger after a small distraction whilst cutting the veggies for dinner.

who loves the way you view him as a hero, despite knowing how much of a cold-blooded killer he can be - he never told you anything about his missions, but he never needed to, you know.

who never allow you to see him wearing the mask or the balaclava because ghost is for battlefield, in your house he's purely simon.

and

simon riley with a soldier partner,

who was intrigued about your lack of fear when you first met, because everyone else seemed to shit their pants after a simple glare.

who forbid himself of getting close because the military is about following orders and getting the job done, not fraternization.

who nearly passed out after an instant drop in his blood pressure due to a pouring bullet wound - not because your surprisingly soft hands touched his arm.

who thinks you look the prettiest when you're in the field - sweating, panting, grimy with dirt and blood, barking in his comms to get to safety.

who's terrified of losing you during missions but is also completely mesmerized by your dexterity as you stab the throat of the soldier that seconds before had you pinned to the ground.

who communicates with you using his eyes at all times, since you can't see his expressions under the mask, creating a secret language you're the only one fluent in.

who hesitated on showing you his face at first because underneath it all, simon is a soft man, entirely different of the ghost persona you see during work hours.

[cacaocao123]

Imagines: Yandere! Cutthroat x Gender Neutral! Civilian! Reader

Unfortunately or fortunately if y’all are into that , you’re stuck with Cutthroat and his terrifying-as-fuck ways to show his love for you.

And cuz you’re a random normal person he suddenly got obsessed with, in no way are you into a criminal who can definitely kill you in your sleep. Even if he tells you he won’t kill you, you think it’s just a matter of time he gets bored of you and turn you headless red fountain he calls it when you were unlucky enough to see him kill others in that way

Of course it’s normal for you to see him kill! That’s a constant thing you encounter in your twisted one-sided relationship. He is always chased by the authorities, and since they have “red” in them, he slices their throats to see them better! Of course, you’d cry and scream at the sight. And you know how he likes the color red, right? Well, even his “comfort” will just result in you sobbing and vomiting all over.

Gender Neutral! Civilian! Reader: *crying and sobbing over seeing him kill their friends and family who attempted to save reader*

Cutthroat: why are you sad? Oh, I know what’ll cheer you up!

Cutthroat: *proceeds to kill more people in front of reader*

Cutthroat: Seeing more red cheers everyone up!

Gender Neutral! Civilian! Reader: *vomits*

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Hi!! If it’s okay, totally okay if not, can I please request an Avenger!Bucky x fem!civilian!reader fic (all of the Avengers are alive au😅) where the reader accidentally gets caught up in the middle of the Avengers’ mission (poor girl is just walking home from work) and the bad guys attack her? Bucky saving her from the bad guys, and the Avengers have to take her back with them to HQ because she is really injured and they have the best medical staff to help. She’s just really scared and traumatized about the situation, but Bucky really does all that he can to take care of her and mend her back to health (and ofc the other Avengers take care of her too), but her and Bucky have a lot of chemistry and their relationship grows and grows the longer she is staying in the Avengers HQ🥺 Like she’ll have nightmares (something Bucky knows all to well about) and will run over to his room asking to sleep in his bed because she’s scared and doesn’t want to be alone🥺

You’re Safe » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Avenger!Bucky Barnes x Civilian!Female Reader

Summary: Y/N gets attacked on her way home from work and Bucky saves and takes care of her.

Warnings: Fluff, language, blood and bruises, crying, kissing, cuddling, nightmares, use of pet names

A/N: Thank you for requesting @kpopgirlbtssvt 🩵

Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes and typos.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

“Maybe I should’ve taken a different way home.” You thought to yourself. You seen the Avengers in the middle of a mission and you didn’t want to get in their way. You were too close to home to turn around and take a different way. You tried your best to stay out of their way by walking along the buildings. Before you knew it, someone grabbed you from behind and held a knife to your throat. You froze in fear.

“Pl-Please don’t hurt m-me!” You stuttered in fear.

“Are you one of them?” The man asks.

“What?” You asked confused.

The man slammed you against one of the buildings. You whimpered in pain when your head hit the wall.

“Don’t play stupid.” He put the knife to your throat again, the blade touching your skin. “Are you one of the Avengers?” He asks.

“N-No I’m not.” You answered. “I was j-just walked home from w-work.” You say, stuttering again.

The man just stared you down. That’s when you heard someone else’s voice.

“Get away from her!” You heard a deep voice say.

“Why should I?” The man asks, turning his head towards the person.

You noticed the person from the corner of your eye. Bucky Barnes, an Avenger and the former Winter Soldier.

“Your problem isn’t with her. It’s with us.” Bucky tries to reason with the man. “Just let her go. She means no harm to anyone.” He says.

The man slowly moved the knife away from your throat. Suddenly he stabbed you in the chest causing a sharp gasp of pain to leave your lips. Bucky just let the man run away. He caught you before you fell to the ground. His priority is to get you help.

“Ma’am, I’m Bucky. Can you hear me?” Bucky asks.

You just nodded your head yes. Bucky blood coming out of the stab wound on your chest and put his right hand on it, applying pressure causing you to whimper in pain.

“I know it hurts. Just stay with me. I’m going to get you help, ok?” He says.

That was the last thing you heard before you passed out from blood loss. Bucky picked you up bridal style and carried you to the quinjet. You woke up a day later somewhere that’s not your house. You tried to sit up, but you felt a sharp pain in the right side of your chest causing you to wince in pain.

“Oh good! You’re awake.” You heard a familiar deep voice.

You turned your head to the side to see one of the Avengers sitting next to the bed.

“How do you feel?” Bucky asks.

“My head hurts and the right side of my chest hurts.” You say.

“I’ll get the nurse to get you some pain medicine for that.” He says, getting up and walking out of the room.

Pain medicine? You were so confused. You looked around the room, trying to figure out where you are. You took the blanket off of you and tried to sit on the edge of the bed, but you couldn’t. The pain got the best of you.

“Hey no.” Bucky coos softly. “Don’t try to move. The doctors said you’ll be in pain for a while.” He says, putting the blanket back on you and sat down in the chair next to the bed.

You looked at him for a moment, trying to remember his name, but your mind is fuzzy.

“I know you.” You say, still looking at him.

“Do you remember my name?” Bucky asks.

“I know it starts with a B, but I don’t remember.” You say, looking down at your lap.

“It’s ok if you don’t remember.” He smiles softly. “My name is Bucky.” He tells you. “Can you tell me your name?” He asks.

“Y/N Y/L/N.” You tell him.

“That’s a beautiful name for a girl like you.” He compliments you, making you blush.

You looked around the room again, still trying to figure out where you are. You felt yourself start to panic and your breathing became uneven.

“Where am I?” You asked.

“You’re in the med bay in the Avengers Compound with the best medical staff.” Bucky tells you. “Do you remember what happened?” He asks.

“I remember hitting my head and someone stabbing me in the chest, but I remember anything after that.” You say.

Bucky leaned forward and gently picked up your hand with his right hand, his thumb rubbing the back of it as a friendly gesture.

“It’s going to take a while for you to recover, but just know, you’re going to be fine. I’ll take care of you through every step of it.” He says softly, calming you down.

You stayed at the Avengers Compound during your recovery. They gave you a room on the same floor as Bucky and helped you set it up. Bucky stuck to his word about taking care of you. The rest of the Avengers helped you too. Bucky makes sure to give you pain medication and changes the bandages on your wound when it needs to be changed. Natasha and Wanda got you some comfortable clothes. You gave Steve and Sam a list of your favorite foods and snacks. Tony, Bruce, Peter, and Thor kept you company when you Bucky was busy. The more you and Bucky hung out, the chemistry grew stronger between the two of you. You stayed even after you were fully recovered. You just couldn’t leave. Something in your heart was telling you to stay.

You were currently tossing and turning in your sleep. The dream you were having turned into a nightmare quickly. This has been a recurring nightmare since you got attacked. As soon as the knife plunges into your chest, you were lying on the ground lifeless. You woke up gasping for air with tears streaming down your cheeks and a thin layer sweat covering your forehead. You scrambled to get out of bed and went across the hall to Bucky’s bedroom. You knocked on his bedroom door till he opened it. Before Bucky could say anything, you wrapped your arms around his shirtless waist and began crying against his chest. Bucky carefully guided you into his bedroom and closed the door. He walked you to his bed and sat you down. He sat down next to you.

“Y/N, doll, breathe.” Bucky looks in your teary eyes. “You’re ok, babydoll. Just breathe for me. Take some deep breaths” He says.

You inhaled and exhaled till your breathing went back to normal. Bucky stood up to get you a cool wet towel from the bathroom, but you stopped him by grabbing his arm tightly.

“I’ll be right back. I promise.” He says softly.

You let go of his arm and he wet a towel with cold water in the bathroom. He came back and sat down next to you, placing the wet towel on your forehead to cool you down. The cool feeling of the wet towel against your forehead soothed you.

“You weren’t there.” You say, breaking the silence.

“I’m right here, doll.” Bucky says, holding your hand.

“I mean in my nightmares. I lay lifeless on the ground and hope you save me, but you didn’t.” You explained.

Your breathing became uneven again and tears escaped your eyes.

“Breathe.” He coos softly. “You’re safe. I got you.” He says.

You looked deep in his beautiful blue eyes, getting lost in them. You couldn’t stop yourself from leaning in and kissing Bucky. He was caught by surprise, but kissed you back. His metal hand carefully cupped your cheek.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for a while.” You confessed.

“Me too.” Bucky smiles.

He got up one more time to get you some water and came back. You drank some of it and put it on his nightstand next to his bed. You and Bucky laid down. You laid your head on his chest, your fingers playing with his dog tags. Bucky wrapped his arms around you protectively. He turned his TV on a low volume to get your mind off of your nightmares.

“How do you do it?” You asked, looking up at him.

“Do what?” Bucky asks, looking at you.

“Cope through your nightmares.” You say.

“Honestly, I just try not to think about it, even though I know they’re still there.” He tells you. “It gets better. I’ll help you through it. I promise.” He says softly.

You felt your eyes start to droop. The sound of Bucky’s heartbeat made you sleepy.

“Go to sleep, babydoll.” He rubs your back with his metal hand. “I’ll be right here when you wake up.” He says softly, kissing the top of your head.

“Goodnight.” You say sleepily.

“Goodnight, doll.” He says.

“Bucky…” You say.

“Yes?” He asks.

“I love you.” You say before falling asleep.

“I love you too, doll.” He says with a smile.

🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

-Bucky’s Doll

[msfantasy-comics]

The Rescue Romance

Jason Todd x Civilian!Reader

Summary: A head cannon in which Y/n saves Red Hood from the Joker. Sparking a strong bond and romantic connection between them.

The night it all began

This isn’t how being a hero works.

Laying limp on the roof top floor as the joker goes toe to toe with an axe wilding civilian.

Being saved by a pyjama wearing normie, who obviously has zero combat training.

Red Hood is a highly trained vigilante, mentored by non-other than Batman himself.

Yet Jason continues to lay battered and bruised on the floor, staring up in aw as the girl in a billowing night gown, flails, thrashes and swings sporadically in desperation to save his life.

The Joker continues to evade her clumsy swings with panicked effort as the she just barely misses the villain.

The Joker laughs hysterically - absolutely bemused by a civilian helping a self proclaimed helpless hero.

Joker finds a break between your ferocious swings and escapes through the fire escape - finally letting you calm down.

You stumble backwards a little horrified at the direction your night had led you.

Staggering your way back to Red Hood your jelly knees give out as the adrenaline quickly fleets.

Nerves fried, your hands shake as the anxiety swallows you up.

You crash to the floor as your ragged breathing blurs your vision.

Y/n: “I dunno how you do this every night… that was horrifying.”

Jason’s snide remarks are caught in his throat as he continues to stare at you in aw.

The ferocity and desperation he saw in you to save him.

He laid helplessly with no hope of escaping his doom.

No hope that a hooded hero would come save him… again.

And there you were, night gown blowing through the wind like a majestic heros cape.

You fought tirelessly, knowing it might be your last moment.

Jason saw your determination.

That sort of feeling of intense gratitude sparked a burnt out feeling in his heart.

Admiration?

It’s certainly something he hasn’t felt in a long time.

Y/n: “Do you have like a panic button or something?”

Redhood: “Rip my face plate off quickly, it’ll trigger a distress signal.”

He waits in bated breath, keen to see your reaction at his secret identity is revealed.

Only for his face plate to be ripped from his mask whilst your eyes remain screwed shut.

Redhood: “Aren’t ya gonna look?”

Your sweet head shakes in refusal.

God, you are indeed interesting.

You place your hand back on his laying figure, ensuring the Redhood is still breathing.

He feels your trembling hand on his cheek.

Interesting… for such a frighten thing, you sure acted brave.

His eyes drink in your features.

Redhood: “thank you for saving my life.”

He’s heard many give him thanks, but he hasn’t had to give thanks for quite some time.

[a-pastel-edgelord]

✎﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏...

Shouto refuses to weaponize his incompetence at home btw. He asks, he asks so often that if you didn't know better you'd think he was fucking with you. But you know that he grew up with house keepers and nannies and chauffeurs—so his lack of domestic skills aren't that surprising.

"You put in a different amount of soap." He comments from the doorway as you put in a load of laundry.

"I'm doing sheets and towels."

Grey and blue eyes stare back at you, uncomprehending as he repeats this time as a question, "You put in a different amount of soap?"

You try to suppress a grin. "I did."

"Should I do that?"

"Use your best judgement."

"The last time you said that I made cookies so hard that Yaoyorozu cracked her teeth."

You pat him in the shoulder. "We learn by failing!"

[fujoshirat]

When the Shouto Todoroki saves you and your kindergarten students at the aquarium during a villain attack, you can't seem to get him out of your head. Bonus: you're quirkless and he's a pro hero, so you live in two different worlds. The glue? His cute nephew that's obsessed with rocks and that just so happens to be in your kindergarten class.

In short: You've become obsessed, you suppose. But that's all right, you're not the only one that's obsessed.

WARNING: I cooked so get ready for a long chapter >:)

1 - I'm Obsessed With You

'Two, four, six... sixteen!' Counting the little yellow hats waddling around the jellyfish exhibit, you make a mental headcount of all of your students. Sixteen little kindergarteners with bold personalities and big hearts all under your care. As their kindergarten teacher and chaperone for the monthly field trip, it was your duty to keep an eye out of all of them.

You were quirkless, but you've accepted it.

You knew that you would never become a hero, and that was okay. You would never be like All Might or the young student hero Deku during the war.

But that was okay.

People still respected you. The convenience store ladies would applaud you when you would tell them your job. 'A kindergarten teacher? Sounds fun!' You family loved you all the same and your friends still invited you to the izakaya bar near the station.

And being a kindergartener teacher was fun. Nurturing the children was your passion, and caring for them came like second nature.

Rounding up the children and having them form a line, you led them to the next exhibit. "Alright! Does anyone remember what exhibit we are going to next?" A chorus of "me! me! me!"s filled the area as you led the group to an outdoor area of the massive aquarium. Scanning over all sixteen children, you call out a student's name. "Himari-chan! Do you know?" The bubbly girl with twin braids eagerly nods her head. "Mhm! Mhm! The penguins!" "Very good!"

The sound of honking and chirping fills your ears, a definite sign of the marine animals. Stopping, you clear your throat and turn around to face the children.

"Alright kids, would you like to explore the exhibit?"

"Yes Y/N-sensei!"

"Okay, find your pair and stay in this room. I will call everyone once it is time for us to move on." You watch all sixteen of your students start finding their buddy and splitting up. They were responsible children that knew not to run off on their own and to go to you when they needed the toilet. As the last pair went off to join majority of the students at the emperor penguin's area, you walk towards the sound of chirping.

Walking closer to the Adelie penguins exhibit, you spot two yellow hats in the same area. Upon further inspection, you recognize them to be Kaoru and Taro, huddled close together as to not get separated.

"Kaoru-kun, Taro-kun, do you like the Adelie penguins?"

Taro, the taller one with rosy cheeks and brown hair nods enthusiastically. In contrast, the white-haired Kaoru just stares at you with his usual blank expression. However, the shorter one's eyes seem to sparkle despite his nonchalant look. 'Ah', you recall, 'he must be excited about the rocks because of his rock collection'.

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Kaoru Todoroki was a quiet boy. The five-year-old was respectful and completed all of his tasks at school. He never fought and always participated in the activities and games during recess. However, he preferred not to talk and would just observe everyone. On the occasion that he would talk to you, he would only talk about one thing: his rock collection -> "Kaoru-kun! How was your Christmas?" "Good, Y/N-sensei. My oji-san took me camping and got me rocks for my collection." "Oh wow! That sounds like a lot of fun!" -> It was so nice that the little boy had something he enjoyed despite his cold demeanor. He didn't seem to be abused either: you had met his father, Natsuo Todoroki, at the first day of school orientation. He was a pediatrician who was pretty nice and always greeted you whenever he picked Kaoru up. Just like the rest of the world, you knew who your student was related to. A last name that carried high respect and esteem, you could only wonder why his parent decided to enroll him into your kindergarten. However, you didn't mind it at all. ₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊

"Do you boys know why the penguins collect the rocks?" They shake their head in sync. You crouch down and point at two Adelie penguins in the corner.

"Adelie penguin boys give a girl penguin a rock because he loves her. He wants to give her a special rock because he thinks that she is so special. When he gives her the rock, the girl penguin will thank him and put the rock in her nest, right there!" You direct their attention to several pebble-nests in the same area. "When she lays eggs, the boy and girl Adelie penguins will keep them warm so they can hatch safely! They are now all cozy like a little happy family. Do you understand?" You stifle a laugh to yourself when you notice the awestruck expressions on both students' faces. Turning around, you look at the other students wandering around the room, doing a head count to make sure that everyone is there. 'Two, four, six, eight...'

But before you can reach sixteen, the sound of glass shattering interrupts you. Right where Kaoru and Taro were, a villainous man breaks the glass barrier between people and the Adelie penguins. Honking and chirping sounds ring through your ears, your heart thumping frantically in your chest. 'A villain!? Poacher!? On field trip day!? But there aren't any heroes around!' Some of the aquarium staff on duty rush to the masked man,

but more glass shatters and they're knocked onto the floor, unconscious.

Pushing Kaoru and Taro and behind you, you instinctively cross your arms into the shape of an 'x' and shield your face from the villain. You hiss at sharp glass shards bouncing off your skin, small cuts forming.

"Stop! Please!"

Three more masked people enter the room. The man takes no mind to your pleas and instead barks orders to what you think are his subordinates in another language. The three men each begin restraining you, an elderly woman, and a couple with rope. You can hear the other kids crying in the back, all huddled together.

This wasn't good.

Trying to fight back, you jab your elbow into one of your assailants and your foot at another. However, they were much stronger than you and quickly pinned you down.

And then there was ice.

A massive sheet of ice appears and freezes over the main villain. You catch a glimpse of red and white hair, your eyes widening at the sight. Only one man could have that distinct color.

It seems like Shouto Todoroki, number 3 hero in all of Japan, is saving you right now. Ensuring that the masked man is secured, he makes quick work of his minions. A kick here, some ice there, a sprinkle of fire. It was all a blur. The next thing you knew, his nimble fingers easily removed your binds and scanned your body.

"Miss, are you alright?"

And just like that, you were hooked. God, his voice, his physique, his care, you just melted at his feet. He wasn't Japan's hottest hero for nothing, and he sure was living up to that. It takes you a while to snap out of your daze (embarrassing), but thankfully he had time to wait. His team was helping the elderly woman and couple, already checking if they had sustained any injuries. Turning your eyes back to his majestic face, you notice his eyebrows furrow slightly. His larger hand gently grabs yours and you wince. Confirming his suspicions, he spots your arms littered in cuts and your left wrist slightly bruised. "You're injured. Are you able to stand up?" You can stand up just fine and offer a polite smile.

"Yes, thank you so much Pro Hero Shouto! I appreciate the concern but I need to check my students, so-" "Red Riot is already checking up on them. I can promise you, ma'am, that they are in good hands." That professional tone was going to kill you, and apparently it did kill your voice, so you swallowed and wordlessly nodded. The pro hero sits you down on a bench and pulls out a bandage roll from his suit.

"I apologize for the poor substitute of a brace. The ambulance is on its way." You watch him kneel down and pray that he doesn't notice the (furious) redness painted on your cheeks. Shouto respectfully takes your arm and bandages it, careful not to apply to much pressure. You admire his hands, large, rough, and calloused, no doubt from his quirk and hero work. It was admirable (and certainly handsome). As he finishes up, he gets ready to say something when sixteen little yellow hats crowd you and him.

Ritsu, the youngest and smallest out of all of your students, is the one to cry first.

As she bawls her eyes out, you reach out to her. "Hey, Ritsu-chan, it's o-" You wince as a bolt of pain crawls up your right arm momentarily, and that causes her to cry harder. Just like that, most of the kindergarteners begin crying. Red Riot, another famous and good pro hero, walks up with a sheepish expression. "Sorry Miss! I promise that I only turned around for one second, but they all ran to you!" He turns to Shouto after. "Shouto, the ambulance is here and the medics are running in." He nods and turns back to you, giving you a soft nod. Clearing your throat, you address your students.

"Is everyone alright? Is anyone hurt?"

"You, Y/N-sensei!" You smile warmly, heart touched by theirs.

"Don't worry about me. I'm okay. You all are so brave for not panicking when the villain came and instead stayed together. Can we say thank you to pro heroes Red Riot and Shouto?"

"Thank you, Red Riot and Shouto!"

The red-head hero grins in response, and you watch Shouto's unreadable expression shifted into a soft smile.

"It's no problem at all. Now, can I ask that you all stay with Red Riot while I help your sensei?" All in awe at the popular heroes, they nod and eagerly bombard Red Riot with questions. You chuckle to yourself but notice Shouto's gaze focused on your injuries. As he walks you to the medics, you chirp up.

"It really doesn't hurt that bad, I promise." He shakes his head, "Excuse me." Before you can respond, he abruptly picks you up and sits you on the edge of the open ambulance. '!?!' Your cheeks flare up again.

His gaze never leaving yours, two female medics quickly check up on you and properly bandage you up. One of them gently applies ice to your wrist and smiles at you. "Name, please?" "L/N, Y/N." "Alright, thank you L/N-san for being patient! Your wrist is minorly sprained, so we're using ice to help with the swelling. Please ice it when you get home and be careful not to put pressure or overwork it. Your forearms are minorly cut but should heal per usual. Do you have any quirks or conditions such as pregnancy that we need to be aware of?" "Ah, no." You see the handsome man observing you, his eyes widening in slight shock as he listens to what you tell the medic. He remains silent as the other one chimes in. "Alright! L/N-san, you are good to go!" "Thank you very much!" Shouto helps you down to ensure that you don't use your wrists again and bows to the ladies. They wave at the two of you in a friendly manner and start closing up the ambulance.

As Shouto walks you back, you can't help but admire him. He's tall. Unfairly tall. He towers over your body, no doubt almost or at six feet. His skin is fair and porcelain, and his muscular biceps are noticeable (definitely something to drool on about) His scar most definitely complements his facial features. You also notice that his cheeks are slightly plushy, round and definitely soft if one were to touch it. It was... kind of cute.

He ushers you back into the entrance of the aquarium where his team, all civilians, and all staff were gathered. You spot your students and instinctively want to run to them, but with a warm hand hovering behind the small of your back, you stay put next to the pro hero. You expect all of your students to run to Shouto, to bother him with questions,

But Kaoru runs to you and him.

"Oji-san!" The little boy hugs Shouto's leg, his ivory hair only reaching the man's waist. You melted at the sight, knowing that it was rare to get social interaction or even touch from Kaoru. 'Cute!'

Wait...

SHOUTO TODOROKI WAS THE UNCLE THAT HE ALWAYS TALK ABOUT?!?

"My oji-san got me another box for my rock collection for my birthday."

"My oji-san got me a fossil from America."

"My oji-san snores a little in his sleep."

"My oji-san took me camping and got me rocks for my collection."

You obviously knew that your student was related to Japan's Hottest Hero somehow, but you didn't realize that he was his direct nephew! What's more, you didn't realize how close the two really were, and it was so sweet and endearing to see Kaoru so out of his shell. Right now, the five-year-old was blabbing to his uncle, telling him all about the Adelie penguins today and asking if you were alright and if he was going to come home for dinner.

And Shouto? He looked so focused on the little boy, so amused, and so soft. As he talks with his nephew, you notice that some parents have already arrived, looking for you. Walking away from your savior and student, you politely greet the parents and lead them to the children, all being entertained by Shouto's team. The mothers all fawn and worry over your injuries. "You're hurt, L/N-sensei?" "Oh no!" "Thank goodness you're safe!" After about 30 minutes, the fifteen other children are all with their families and gone from the aquarium. In the horizon, the sun has already begun to set, its golden hue mixed with purple and orange.

You're a little surprised to still see Shouto and Kaoru. He already talked to the police and dismissed his coworkers, so what was he still doing here? Walking up to the pair, you look down at Kaoru. "Kaoru-kun, were you surprised that your oji-san came today?" "Mhm!" "Awesome! I'm glad that you were! I was definitely surprised." Your heart beats rapidly as you shoot a smile at his uncle. To your surprise, he smiles back (be still, my poor heart!). Standing back up, you talk to Shouto.

"I can't thank you enough, Shouto-san. You really came at the perfect time."

"It is no problem at all, L/N-san. I apologize for not arriving sooner."

"Aw! Don't worry about it! All that matters is that my kids are safe." You notice him look at you a little curiously when you refer to your students as 'my kids.' Laughing slightly to yourself, you clarify.

"My students are my livelihood and teaching is my passion. I would be absolutely heartbroken if one of them got injured, not as a teacher but as myself." You playfully wink at the pro hero's nephew, his cheeks turning pink slightly because he knows what you are going to say. "Kaoru-kun is a pleasure to have and I am thankful that he is in my class." Shouto nods and ruffles his nephew's ivory hair. Kaoru whines in response. "Oji-san!" When the tall man laughs at the five-year-old, you choke on your breath. "I am glad that Kaoru is behaving, and I'll pass your sentiments along to his father when I drop him off later." He glances at your wrist before continuing. "Do you need help going home, L/N-san? I can drop you off." You shake your head in response. "It's alright! The station is right there and I live one station away." His beautiful eyes observe your face, a hint of worry evident in his jaw-dropping face. Letting out a sigh, he nods.

"Alright, but please be safe and get help if you need."

"Mhm! Thank you."

You bow to him and glance at Kaoru. "Kaoru-kun, have a good weekend, okay?" "Okay, Y/N-sensei. Bye bye." Smiling, you walk to the subway station.

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Unlocking the door to your apartment with your good hand, you lock the door behind you and slump down at the entrance. Today's events have just begun sinking and marinating in your mind.

"Oh. My. God."

Glancing at your left wrist, you bite your lip. 'Gosh, I hope it heals before Monday so I can return to normal.' Standing up again, you trod over to the fridge and open it. Inside, you grab leftover fried rice from breakfast and put it in the microwave. As you wait for it, you instantly think of Japan's Hottest Hero, the man that saved you, and then your cheeks seem to catch on fire.

'Oh my God, I just met him and I'm already obsessed!!'

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A/N: Whew! What a mess! Thank you all for reading the first part of 'Obsessed' and I hope that you enjoyed it!! (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) I love pro hero Shouto and his family so writing his little nephew Kaoru was THE CUTEST THING EVER!! Fun fact: His hyper fixation on collecting rocks reflects my own younger brother's dinosaur hyper fixation (like many other young boys).

I promise that Shouto's POV will also cook once I get that started and ready for you (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) so I hope that you look forward to that! In the meantime, I want to say THANK YOU to everyone's support throughout my Tumblr journey so far! My recent work received a lot of support and love, and I am truly grateful for everyone 🥺🫶🏻I really think that I have been cooking this November (and the last few days of October), so hopefully you all feel the same!