#x civilian!reader

[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]

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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!

[anime-villian-irl]

"id let the world burn for you"

"I'd kill for you"

"id die for you"

"I'd sacrifice the world for you"

BORING!

Yawn snore snore. Honk shoo honk shoo.

I got twelve other guys ready to that for me. You already do that. You already destroy the world I would just happen to be there while you did.

The real question is.

Would you save the world for me?

Would you put aside your hatred for humanity and put my love for it Infront? Would you save the world because I love the world? Would you stop killing because I hate killing? Would you find a way to live because I want you alive?

Death and destruction are easy as hell. Do you know how fucking easy it is to kill someone? To blow up a building? Shure security is in the way but if it wasn't there it would be easy as hell.

You'd do the basics Shure. But would you do the hard thing and save the world because I asked you to?

Would you push aside your hatred of everyone but me because I asked you to nicely?

Would you?

[buckyalpine]

Hello Shay ! I’ve been loving the civilian!reader fics, and I had an idea for a fic like that, but with a twist 🫣 reader is bucky’s sweet civilian gf, literal definition of sunshine, basically a lover, not a fighter. She’s a ballet teacher at a local studio (hint hint wink wink). And she lives with him and the team at the tower. One night, while the team is out on a mission, Hydra ambushes the tower and tries to take the reader hostage. And when they learn about it, they rush back home in order to save her. Meanwhile, Bucky and Tony check the footage just to see his precious sweet girl absolutely kicking ass. And I mean hardcore, like she even does the entire widow thigh-neck move. And everyone is like??? And Bucky’s just absolutely fucking HORNY bc “hell I’ve been in between those thighs so many times, you’re telling me I could’ve DIED???”

okay YESSSSS we live for a badass gf who appears to be nothing but sweet sunshine and killer on the inside. Fluffy fluffy and smutty smutty

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"Be back soon, darling" Bucky cooed, kissing you again and again while everyone boarded the jet, getting in a few more pecks before having to leave on a mission.

"C'mon lover boy, the faster we get going, the faster you get back to your sweetheart!" Tony yelled, shaking his head watching Bucky look a you with puppy eyes, not wanting to leave his sunshine behind. "He's so down bad, I swear"

"Can you blame him, she's so cute" Sam smiled, watching the two of you cling onto each other for a few extra seconds, your form hidden, engulphed in Bucky's thick arms. "Look, you can't even see her when tin man hugs her"

"I'll miss you baby" you kissed Bucky's pouty lips, caressing his scruffy cheek before letting him run off, your cheeks heating up when he blew you another kiss before the doors closed.

"You're a little sap" Nat teased while Bucky blushed, strapping on his gear as the engine roared to life, rumbling as they took off. Bucky had 0 shame in everyone knowing how much he loved you and it started from the day he met you. He got called out immediately, questioned over the dopey smile he had on his face, the blush on his cheeks instantly giving him away.

Soon after you'd started dating, Bucky wanted you closer to him and he didn't have to ask Tony twice; his room was moved to a floor above so you'd have more space to live together. The last thing Bucky wanted was for you to get hurt because of his job. He felt more relaxed knowing you were in he safety of the compound on days where he was away.

"Who would've thought Bucky would be the romantic type"

"I did" Steve groaned, having seen Bucky's flirty side for years but he knew this was different. He hadn't seen his bestfriend like this before, clearly in utterly and desperately in love with you.

"It's adorable" Sam laughed while Bucky continued to smile, scrolling through his phone looking at pictures of you. His camera rolled was filled with various images of you baking, cuddling, sleeping, doing the most mundane things in the world, each making his heart flutter. He felt a pang in his chest, momentarily worried about if you were safe without him, the same anxiety he always felt whenever he had to leave you.

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You stretched across the sofa, sipping on some hot chocolate and putting on your favorite comfort movie, deciding to have a relaxing night to yourself since the compound was empty. You didn't like when Bucky had to leave but you knew it was part of his job, slipping the fuzzy throw blanket over you shoulders before hitting play.

It had hardly been a few minutes before the screen went black making you blink, wondering if you'd sat on the remote by accident. Suddenly the rest of the lights turned off, a blasting sound coming from the entrance before you heard rushed footsteps nearing you.

Your heart started to race, having no time to hide or think, coming face to face with a number of masked men all towering over you. One grabbed you, pulling out a camera and hitting record, shoving it close to your face with a sinister smile.

"Look who we have, soldat"

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The jet hadn't been flying for long, a sudden beeping alarm from the security system alerting Tony to check the cameras. His eyes grew wide, seeing the Hydra logo take over the screen before switching the live footage from the hacked system.

"Guys! There's been an attack on the compound!" Tony shouted from the computer, everyone rushing to see what came on screen, billows of smoke emitting from the main wing. Suddenly the screen went black, replaced with a man swearing a black mask, walking around the common room.

"Welcome Mr. Stark" His voice was thick with a Russian accent, the video panning to show the other agents infiltrating the tower. "Where is our soldat"

"You stay the fuck away from my girl" Bucky growled, his heart hammering in his chest, nearly crying when he saw someone grab you and shove you into a chair.

"She's precious to you, isn't she. We'll see you soon" he laughed, before the stream cut off leaving Bucky wanting to scream in frustrating, anxiety clouding all his thoughts, just wanting to get back to you to protect you.

"We have to go help her!" Bucky paced up and down while Tony rerouted the jet, speeding back to save you. "How the fuck do I know what's going on, there has to be something" He pleaded, hating that he no longer had eyes on you.

"Hold on, let me get into the back up feed" Tony tapped away at different keys, getting into the security system, selecting the camera for the common room where you were being held. "Here, I got it! I-Holy shit..."

The sound of screaming screeched through the speaker but it wasn't coming from you.

No.

"B-Barnes, you're girl just killed someone with her thighs" Tony stared at the footage with wide eyes while Bucky and the others watching in awe as your legs wrapped around one of the agents' heads, snapping his neck before flipping over and attacking another one of your assailants.

Bucky nearly choked, watching the men drop to the floor like flies, your arms and legs holding onto the men with a vice like grip until they fell, hardly breaking a sweat each time.

"Do you understand how many time's I've been in between those thighs, you're telling me she could've killed me?!!" Bucky practically moaned, seeing you fight, all his anxiety melting into lust, his cock straining against the thick material of his tac suit.

"Jesus Bucky, you're gonna poke an eye out" Sam's face scrunched up while Bucky adjusted himself, biting his lip to keep from making a sound, his tip leaking, breathing out a sigh of relief seeing you perfectly safe.

"Can't help me, look at her. Better count me out for movie night, m'gonna spent the whole night fuckin'-

"Okay, got it, you're a ridiculous, horny, pervert, and y/n probably won't walk for a week, will you please put that away" Sam shook his head, walking away when he tent in Bucky's pants got worse.

"I'm sorry, we've been housing a Hydra killer all this time?" Tony shook his head as the jet landed, still in disbelief over what everyone had just seen, both impressed and 100% scared of what else you were capable of. "You sure know how to pick em' Barnes"

As soon as the jet hit the floor, Bucky was sprinting off into he compound, running to find you, relief flooding his veins when he saw you sipping on your tea, seated on the couch again. You jumped up from your spot, jumping into your boyfriends arms, clinging onto him while the others also entered, glad to see you were okay. They got to work, clearing up the room, rounding up the few agents that were knocked out for questioning while also giving you and Bucky some privacy.

"Babygirl" Bucky hugged you tightly in his arms, burying his face into your neck, inhaling your soft scent, hoisting you up so your legs were wrapped around his waist. "Are you okay doll, are you hurt?"

"I'm fine Bucky" you reassured him, pecking his soft lips, letting him check you over before feeling satisfied you were okay, not finding a scratch on your body.

"Everything okay Buck?" you cocked your head noticing your boyfriends shift in demeanor, his soft baby blue eyes darkening into something else, biting his lip.

"Baby, I had to hold back from pulling my cock out on the jet and touching myself, you know how much that hurt? How hard I was the entire time, struggling not to jet my dick off watching how sexy you looked" He walked you up to your shared bedroom, his erection shamelessly pushing against your clothed core, not bothering to hide it one bit. "Where have you been hiding all that princess"

"Not hiding Bucky, just-never needed to do that" You shrugged shyly, squeezing your thigs around his waist playfully, making him groan as he dropped you on the bed.

"Can't wait to keep my face between these pretty legs that could kill me" He groaned, slicing your clothes off with his pocket knife before diving in without a care in the world, eating you like a man starved, tapping your thighs to wrap around his head.

"C'mon doll, squeeze em'" he moaned, humping against the bed feeling your muscles flex, his eyes rolling back, nearly cumming against the mattress at the strength he could feel, knowing you were holding back from hurting him.

you could kill him if you want.

Fuck, he was going to cum so fast.

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"Oh god! Bucky!! PLease! D-DOn't STOP"

"That's it gorgeous, so good to me, so fuckin' pretty. won't last baby, gonna cum for you!"

"They're going at it like rabbits, didn't you sound proof their room after the first incident?"

"I did. This is after the sound proofing"

"Gonna fuck your thighs next baby, you got my cock so hard, almost creamed my pants like a teenager watching, you, oh shit-shit-m'so sensitive, keep clenching around my dick, that's it-fuckkk"

"Jesus christ, it's been an hour"

"Did you forget he has the super soldier serum? They're not gonna stop any time soon"

"I'M CUMMING JAMES"

"Gonna fucking cum for you y/n, OH FUCK YESSS you're so sexy when you fight baby, m'gonna fuckin' cum again, I can't stop"

"He's really gonna go all night, isn't he"

"Can you blame him?"

[underqualified-human]

Y/N: That's not a hawk, it's obviously a peregrine falcon. Facilier: How can you be so sure? Y/N: One attacked me as a small child. Facilier: Oh... that's- Y/N: It did not win.

[warmfungi]

What fucks with me is an evil, despicable character, lost and alone while violently ill – abandoned without anyone to care for them... And then someone Finds them.

Someone who has no connection to them or isn't even remotely aware of their actions. To them, it's just a stranger that looks to be on the brink of death. As the villain, who's got more blood on their hands than they can brag about spilling, collapses onto the ground, this person rushes to them, completely unaware they're about to save the life of someone who's not worth their time.

However, I'm tired of this trope ending up with the villain back to their old ways in an instant. If that's your thing, sure – but I always find it annoying. Sometimes, I think, it takes a monster facing its own death to realize they should treat people better – were it not for mere coincidence, death would have swallowed them whole.

Instead, it only got to graze them – because someone cared. For once, someone cared, and the villain didn't plan to use it against them.

Villain isn't a whumper. I don't like that dynamic.

[harveywritings92]

[Civvy! Reader hears a noise coming from their backyard, and goes to check, she turns on the backyard lights and sees a parade of armed men standing there; guns drawn, they freeze, she stares at them blankly before pointing at the one in skull mask whose closest to the door.]

R/n, to Ghost: ....Are you guys on drugs?

{Ghost stares at her in a combo of intrigue that she wasn’t scared of him and in bafflement at that being the first thing she asks when seeing a bunch of armed men in her back garden....He looks at Gaz, who shrugs then back at R/n.}

Ghost: No.

R/n:

R/n: Am I drugs?

{Again the men stare at her baffled.]

Ghost: No?

R/n: Right, should I just turn off the lights, go back to bed and forget I saw anything?

Ghost: That would probably be for the best.

[R/n nods shuts the lights off, and assumingly goes back to bed.]

Soap, holding back a laugh: *snort* What the hell was that?

Ghost: Nothing, get back to it.

[They proceed to raid her neighbors house, Ghost makes sure to memorize R/n’s address since this encounter sparked his attention.]

(PART 2)

[kittysl4t]

Miguel O'Hara x Hispanic reader

Fem civilian reader

Thinking of miguel being all tough and 'manly' but when he's near you, he gets all shy and nervous. 😔💗

+18 | Sub¡Dom relationship | voyeurism | vibrator | miguel being a cutey | Male Orgasm | Humiliation kink | Praise kink | nsfw

(English is not my first language)

Gif not mine

Miguel is a man that has a really good reputation, serious, manly, tough giant hero that whoever dares to cross his path with a slight different option to his, is done.

People close to his job environment were kinda scare of him, but tried not to make it to obvious, in case he gets more furious about it.

That scary, angry expression of his was immediately gone once he sees you, smiling at him, his gaze changes to a more relaxed one. He was finally home.

You didn't get up from the sofa and just lift your finger, you can see his face light up and rapidly goes towards you, getting on his knees immediately, kissing your hand.

'¿Que tal estás, amor?' (How are you, love?) You asked, pleased by the quickly submission of your giant boyfriend.

You rub his cheek cutely, and touch his soft wavy hair 'Bien, estaba un poco estresado por el trabajo, but contigo a mi lado im much better' (Good, i was a little stressed 'cause work, but w you by my side im much better).

Miguel never considered himself a submissive men. All the other relationships he has been in before, were pretty normal, but with you he is a different men, he feels like he only exists to please you, not only sexually, of course.

You want something? He give it to you no matter what, no matter the money, the time. You want to fuck him in the middle of his work?, You have it.

No complaints, no 'buts' , no 'i can't' .

You love going outside w him, watch him begin all tough and demanding to the people around him.

So funny seeing him squirm and change his expression when you set the vibrator to the max, you can't help but laugh at him when he gives those pleading eyes.

Poor thing, he knows you won't stop, you're gonna make him cum in front of his employees. :(

He gets all flustered, but he never changes his grumpy face.

'i have to go for a moment i'll be right back' you see how he quickly runs to the restroom. You grab your phone, and immediately send him a message '¿Quien te dio permiso a irte? Brat' (Who gave permission to go? Brat)

'Please, mommy, not infront of them'

'salte, miguel' (get out, Miguel)

And as the good boy he is, he obeys.

A couple of minutes of your teasing is all it takes for him to cum in front of everyone.

Surprisingly no one noticed were their scary boss weird behavior comes from and they tried to ignored it.

'Good boy' you whisper closer to his now very warm face

He looks at you flustered, proud and surprised of his good behaviour and acting skills.

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Love y'all, if there's any bad grammar please let me know 😭. (Requests are open)

[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.

[alwaysshallow]

bruh imagine higher up!y/n is married and the husband is Konig lmao XD Ghost is UPSET. hes been pinning after you but found out ur married to a guy whos higher rank, taller and bigger than him. and dont even think about the way Konig would be when he sees ghost. So. Passive. Aggressive. "i seen the way you look at MY wife, LIEUTENANT. Don't even think about it. And KNOW UR RANK." Bruh.💀

Konig the type to rudely smack away ghost's hand when you drop something and he just wants to pick it up for you. its like a lil cat fight going on everytime you turn ur back on them. ghost: "move. i need to hand these paper to her" konig: "No. ill take it." ghost: gripping the papers and not letting him take it. "i need to get it signed by MY higher-up. Fuck. off." konig: also not letting go of the papers. "that's a write up. Riley." gaz and soap in the back: trying to leave b4 shot hits the fan the paper: guys pls help im about to be ripped in half ;'-(

i absolutely love this headcanon like???

COME ON konig being all like "she's not even gonna look at you. lieutenant." and simon, just like the snarky shit he's just fucking furious lmao BUT YET SO CALM OUTSIDE!

he's trying to get your attention like a cat:/ wandering around until you'd spot him, making your life easier, which, on the other hand, makes könig mad. how dare you?

könig probably wants you to take more days off tbh when he feels insecure about his spot in your life. he fears no man, but ghost and his attiude... makes him feel uneasy, I'd say.

especially when he knows ghost feels more for you; if he wanted only sex, he could share you if you'd be into a threesome. but he knows he wants to take you away.

[iaminpainfr]

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Funny thought, imagine that you live in a world where superheros and villains exist, when civilians have powers two. (Definitely not mha lol)

And we enter in you, a normal civilian working in a plant shop, with plant based powers.

You don't mind the destruction of the heroes and villains' battles, as long as they don't touch your shop, it's cool.

Until...

FUCK. ONE OF THE STUPID HEROES CRASHED INTO YOUR SHOP, DESTROYING THE WINDOWS!1!1!!1!1

As the hero and villain keep arguing, you try and sweep up the mess ignoring it, until one of them throws one of your plants during the argument.

That's it, fucker.

"SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUUUUT UPP!"

They both turn to you surprised, not expecting a civilian of all people to intervene, until you trap them both in vines.

"what does it take to get you both to NOT destroy everything!? god, both of you are soooo annoying!"

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[a-pastel-edgelord]

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You're a normal person—so normal in fact that sometimes Shouto gets whiplash. Your family doesn't have the same kind of baggage his does.

Your childhood wasn't spent in the shadow of the death of your older brother who then came back to try and kill you. And it shows. You get along with your siblings, joking and laughing. Everyone is on speaking terms. Maybe it's because all of them are younger than you.

Your mom never scarred you. Your dad never beat you. You have no legacy to uphold.

"It's nice." He blurts out one evening after spending it with your siblings. "Your family is nice."

You shrug with a smile. "I like my brother and sister. They're great."

"Is it... difficult being the eldest?"

"Sometimes." You look at him, searching his face. Shouto knows that you must know—who wouldn't know—but he waits for you to elaborate. You puff out something between a sigh and a laugh. "We just have different parents."

He frowns, "But you have the same mother and father."

"Ah yeah. It's a thing we like to say." You jerk your head at the door that your brother and sister just left through. "I'm confusing you, aren't I? Seven years between kids isn't huge, but it's not nothing. I just..."

Shouto watches as you struggle to put this into words he can understand. He can't help, not like you do with him when he struggles to articulate his feelings. You're much better at that kind of thing. So instead, he places a hand in your shoulder. "You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to."

"No, no. I want to tell you. To say it out loud—babies. Babies are a lot of work. And at seven, you can do quite a few things independently. Like making your lunch, getting ready for school, walking home, picking up groceries, or studying."

It washes over him. The things you're not saying float to the surface. He's seen pictures of you as a child, as an eight year old and now all he can think about is little you sitting alone at the breakfast table.

Little you walking home alone from school.

Little you being self-sufficient by ten because the babies were a lot of work and your parents weren't paying enough attention.

Something cold turns over in his gut. He was so convinced of your normalcy. Maybe even jealous of it at one point. Just because it wasn't fraught with trauma and loss, doesn't mean your childhood was an easy one.

Shouto wishes he could have been there.

[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: infatuated Shouto = a ditz who embarrasses himself in front of his crush <3; female reader (srry I forgot to add this to the first part but you can choose the gender^^); Shouto and Kaoru bonding!!

Part 1 here!

2 - You're Obsessed With Me

Shouto has never seen a woman so perfect.

He had heard of you before. Every so often, when Shouto would take Kaoru out on a playdate or visit Natsuo, his nephew would casually bring you up.

"Y/N-sensei let me bring my rock collection for show n' tell."

"Oji-san, Y/N-sensei cuts her apple slices like rabbits. I wan' rabbits too."

"Today was Y/N-sensei's birthday, so I gave her a rock."

In a way, Shouto knew you. He knew about how you loved to take your students on field trips and that you want to travel to Venice someday and that you cry at every little milestone. He knew all of this from the lovely little stories that his lovely little nephew would tell him.

What he did not know was how obsessed he'd be with you once he'd finally met you. That afternoon, about an hour after eating his lunch and about 30 minutes into his patrol, he had received a call from his secretary and the authorities that there was a villain wreaking havoc at the Hosu City Aquarium. That afternoon, when he rushed to the scene with his five-year-old nephew's safety and the safety of others occupying his mind.

That afternoon, you laid there on the tile floor, wrists bound together and arms cut up, with the most beautiful face ever- 'Eugh! Weirdo!' Shouto mentally gives himself a slap to the face while shaking his head, prompting him out of his daydream. He looks down at Kaoru, the little boy holding his uncle's hand and observing the passing cars. Reaching the agency, Shouto types in his password and enters, bringing Kaoru along with him.

"Kaoru-kun, I just need to finish up a report before we can go back to your house, okay?"

"Okay, oji-san." As they approach the elevator, Kaoru looks up at Shouto with puppy eyes, making Shouto chuckle. "Go ahead." The five-year-old cheers and makes a beeline for the elevator, reaching up to press the up button. The elevator arrives, and the white-haired boy leads his uncle inside, also reaching up to press the 4th floor button.

Once they reach Shouto's office floor, Kaoru sits on the couch and looks at Shouto patiently, though his face reflecting expectancy. Shouto quirks a brow and kneels down at his nephew. "Yes, Kaoru-kun?"

"Do you have games on your phone?"

"..."

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"Kaoru-kun, do you have your subway card?" Turning off the lights, Shouto leads his nephew into the elevator. He observes the little boy nod in response, a pleasant hum escaping him.

"That's good. We'll take the subway back to your house, okay?"

"Okay, oji-san."

Opening the main door for Kaoru, the two exit the agency and head to the nearby subway station. Almost 6:40pm, they board the train and Shouto makes sure that his nephew has a seat. As the subway starts moving, Shouto's thoughts once again wander. 'Does she take the subway home too? How long has she been a teacher for? And she's quirkless too? She's so brave.' Amidst the sound of chattering tracks and pleasant thoughts, the pro hero hears a little rumbling sound and smiles softly.

"Kaoru-kun, are you hungry? I can buy you dinner before we get you home." Kaoru nods shyly. Shouto nods in acknowledgement and helps the little boy find his way to the subway doors before they open. Once the subway stops, they exit it and push past the large herd of people. "Kaoru," Shouto squeezes his nephew's hand comfortingly. "What do you want to eat?" His gaze meets round, doe eyes.

"Salmon onigiri!" Hearing that, the heterochromatic man takes Kaoru to the convenience store and buys him his dinner.

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"Kaoru! You're safe!" Natsuo envelops his son in a hug, receiving a whine of protest. Shouto laughs at the sight. "I already fed him, Natsu-ani. No injuries and no problems." His elder brother lets out a sigh of relief and looks face-to-face at his son. "Thank goodness... thank you so much, Shouto. I was so worried." The man in question shakes his head. "I'm glad I was there on time, and Kaoru behaved." "Really? That's good." He ruffles Kaoru's hair. "Thank you, kiddo." Looking up at Shouto again, he stands up and offers a smile.

"I made hambugu (hamburg-steak) for dinner, do you wanna stay and eat?" "Thanks for the offer, but I ate already with Kaoru. I'll just head home now." Natsuo nods. "If you're sure, thanks again, Shou." The brothers both bow in respect to each other, Kaoru copying his father. Shouto smiles and gently pats his nephew's head. "Goodnight, Kaoru-kun. Have a good weekend." "You too, oji-san." The pro hero heads back out and walks to the station to return to his own home.

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Shouto thinks that the American idea of Manifest Destiny must be true, because here you are, blessing him with your magnificent presence at his local grocery store (SPOILER! Shouto Todoroki is a Japanese citizen for a reason. That is NOT what Manifest Destiny is). You miraculously don't seem to notice his jaw-dropped expression, too busy reaching up to grab the specific brand of honey shampoo that you always buy. You're not wearing anything fancy: comfy sweats and a turtleneck for the slightly chilly weather.

But god, Shouto thinks that you're fine.

And did someone turn up the thermostat? Because suddenly, when you finally notice him and smile, the left side of his face flairs up. Thankfully it's not much, just a few flames that lick his face. Both yours and his eyes widen as Shouto quickly gets rid of the flames, leaving his cheeks dusted pink. "S-sir! Are you alright?" Oh goodness, you're coming closer! The air gets knocked out of Shouto's lungs when you look up at him with those doe eyes and worried expression. Clearing his throat, the pro hero attempts to save his ass.

"Ah, L/N-sensei, I apologize. I'm alright."

"No need to apologize! And no need to call me sensei." Your voice sounds like an angelic choir to Shouto, tone so sweet like candy. The tall man can only hope not to embarrass himself even further.

"Do you live in this area? I've never seen you here before." You nod cheerfully. "Mhm! I actually just moved here a few weeks ago because I got a pay raise. It's a beautiful area, and all the residents that I've met so far are lovely." Shouto likes how you're so cheerful and positive. Your face is welcoming and so far, you always seem to have a smile on your face. His eyes observe your left wrist, recalling the events of the day before. "Is your wrist okay?"

"Yes! I put some ice and it really helped with the swelling. I still try not to use it, but it doesn't hurt as much. Hopefully it will be back to normal soon!" Shouto's gaze softens, a soft smile appearing on his face as he adjusts his shopping bag hanging from his arm.

"That's good." He suddenly remembers something. "If I may ask, how long have you been teaching for?" "Hm..." Shouto can feel his heart do somersaults as he watches her slightly furrow her brows while thinking. 'Cute.' "This is my fourth year teaching. Ever since I started my career, I've been the kindergarten teacher for the school!" You giggle when Shouto's eyes widen. "Teaching young children is my passion. I love my students and want them to succeed. Sometimes it's a little hard when graduation rolls around the corner." He watches you dismiss yourself with a sheepish laugh, impressed at your dedication to teaching. The red- and white-haired man thinks it's absolutely adorable when you gush about teaching and your students. Every word that came out of your mouth, tumbling out of your kissable lips this loser really really really wants to kiss you :(, he becomes even more hooked.

And then, you take his breath away once more when you twirl a strand of your glossy hair and smile.

"You know, it's really nice interacting with a pro hero outside of their 'hero mode.' I've never done this before, and you're really kind, Todoroki-san!" Shouto's cheeks flush even more red at your sentiment. You enjoy talking to him??? Inside, he's mentally cheering screaming, on the outside, he's just looking at you with a shocked expression.

Yeah, you broke him. Yet, you don't seem to notice because instead of teasing him (like what his friends would have probably done), instead your cheeks turn a slight shade of pink like peaches and begin to speak again.

"If you're willing, I'd love to grab coffee with you sometime!" Shouto was definitely broken now, because his left side flares up with small flames again and you panic over him.

"Todoroki-san!?!"

In simple terms, Japan's Hottest Hero, Shouto Himura Todoroki, was definitely a loser boy man in love.

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A/N: Yayayayay! Part 2 is finally done (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) Thank you all so much for reading and (hopefully) enjoying this part as much as Part 1! I kind of suck at writing POVs for other characters, so I hope that this was still an enjoyable fic >< I love a strong independent hottie but I also love it when that hottie is a loser when in love <33333

On a similar note: THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU for all of your amazing, sweet support for Part 1!! I did not expect it to blow up 🥺🥺🥺 and cause my other (old) fics to also receive support! I was very surprised and elated to see my inbox flooded with notifications, so thank you for making my days ♡♡♡ I will take a short break from writing, maybe a week or two depending on how I feel, so I apologize if Part 3 comes out a little late!

Also!! I'm starting a tag list so if u wanna be tagged for the next part, just lmk!!

TAGLIST: ♡ @roseapov

[itacats]

In His Steady Hands

FT: Soap x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of anxiety and physical symptoms of dystonia, minor self-doubt

SUM: An unexpected encounter at a lively party sets the stage for a connection you never saw coming. As Soap's lighthearted humor and genuine interest break through your guarded exterior, you find yourself cautiously drawn to his warmth. A simple coffee date challenges your fears and opens the door to something new—something hopeful.

A/N: Ngl, this was written purely for selfish reasons for my dystonia... Since I have yet to come across a fic that has a reader with dystonia, I did it myself. Here it is...

In His Steady Hands Masterlist

Part 1: Unexpected Connections

The lively hum of conversation buzzed around you as you stepped into your friend's apartment, already alive with energy. Music thumped in the background, mingling with bursts of laughter and the clinking of glasses. You hesitated at the threshold, clutching a drink you didn’t plan to finish, scanning the room for a quiet corner to retreat to. Crowds weren’t your thing—not anymore.

Your gaze flitted across the gathering until it landed on a mysteriously handsome man, standing near the kitchen island like he belonged there—like he belonged everywhere. His laughter rang out above the noise, a sharp, carefree sound that made heads turn. His easy charm drew people in, like moths to a flame. You watched, half-amused and half-envious, as he regaled a group with a story that left them in stitches.

Still, you lingered at the edges of the room, tugging at the sleeves of your sweater. The familiar weight of anxiety settled over you. Your hands felt like their muscles were slowly being replaced with cotton - light and unfamiliar. What if the tremors started, or your muscles locked up, and the party’s lighthearted atmosphere turned to confusion—or worse—pity?

You turned your attention to the window, deciding to lose yourself in the city lights instead. The coolness of the window as you rested your head lightly on it was grounding. Just as you started to resign yourself to another night as a wallflower, a ripple in the room’s energy pulled you back.

“Hey there,” a voice called, warm and lilting.

You turned, startled, and found yourself face-to-face with the man you saw moments ago by the kitchen. Up close, his presence was even more magnetic, his eyes glinting with curiosity. He wore a casual smile, but there was something sharp in his gaze, like he saw more than you were willing to show.

“Didn’t mean to catch you off guard,” he said, holding up his hands in mock surrender. “Figured I’d better introduce myself before you disappeared altogether. I’m John, but my friends call me Soap.”

You hesitated for a moment before replying, “Nice to meet you. I’m—” You gave your name, the words feeling small compared to his larger-than-life energy.

“Now that’s a proper introduction!” he said with a laugh. Soap leaned against the armrest of the couch, his head cocked slightly as he grinned at you. His presence was magnetic, and though you’d tried to avoid being noticed, it was clear he’d made you his focus.

“That’s quite the case you’ve got there,” he said, pointing to your phone with a teasing glint in his eye. “Looks like it could take a hit from a tank and keep on ticking.”

You glanced down at the rugged, shockproof case engulfing your phone, running your thumb along its chipped edges. “Yeah, it’s durable,” you replied with a light shrug, hoping to brush the moment off. “I drop it a lot.”

“Drop it, or chuck it at people who annoy you?” he quipped, his laugh rich and unreserved.

Your own laugh came softer, more hesitant. “Only when absolutely necessary.” The lie rolled off easily enough, though inside, you cringed. You hated that you couldn’t just explain the truth: the cover wasn’t for clumsiness but for the moments when your grip was unreliable, the moments when your muscles betrayed you.

Soap raised an eyebrow, his smile never faltering. “A bit of a secret weapon then, aye? Remind me to stay on your good side.”

He held out his phone suddenly, its screen glowing as it displayed a blank contact entry. “Here, go on then. Add your number. That way, if I ever need tips on indestructible phone cases—or need to dodge one flying at my head—I’ll know who to call.”

You froze for a second, glancing between his phone and his face. There was no pity in his eyes, no trace of judgment. Just easy warmth, like this kind of exchange was the most natural thing in the world.

“I, uh…” You hesitated, the familiar tightening in your chest returning. Your fingers felt stiff against the rugged surface of your own phone, and you weren’t sure if you’d even manage to type steadily. But the way he looked at you—open and unhurried—made you feel like there was no wrong answer.

Taking a deep breath, you reached for his phone. Your hand trembled faintly, the motion slight enough that you hoped he wouldn’t notice. Carefully, you began tapping in your name and number, hyper-aware of every keystroke.

Soap leaned slightly closer, peeking at the screen. “I see you’re a perfectionist,” he teased. “Every number exactly where it should be. Respect.”

You huffed a small laugh, handing his phone back with a quiet, “There. Done.”

“Perfect,” he said, glancing at the new contact before tucking his phone into his pocket. “And just like that, I’ve got the most interesting person in the room on speed dial.”

“Interesting?” you repeated, raising an eyebrow.

“Aye,” he said without missing a beat. “I mean, anyone who carries a phone with a case like that must have a story or two. And I intend to hear them.”

Your face warmed under his steady gaze, but you managed a half-smile. “I’ll try not to disappoint.”

He grinned, straightening up. “You could never.”

Before you could reply, someone called his name from across the room. He threw you a parting wink before striding away, leaving you standing there with a strange mix of relief and intrigue settling in your chest.

You glanced down at your phone, your reflection on the screen faint but visible. For the first time in a long while, someone hadn’t just looked at you—they’d seen you. And despite yourself, you couldn’t help but feel a flicker of hope.

The days stretched on, but Soap’s playful grin was impossible to shake from your thoughts. It lingered like the echo of a melody you couldn’t quite place, tugging at the edges of your attention when you least expected it. You told yourself it was just a fleeting impression, that you’d both forget soon enough.

Then, one evening, your phone buzzed. The message was simple but direct:

Soap: Coffee tomorrow? Your pick.

For a moment, you stared at the screen, your mind at war with itself. The idea of sitting across from him, one-on-one, was daunting. What if you said the wrong thing? What if your hand or arm twitches a little too aggressively and you spill your drink on yourself? The usual fears unfurled, ready to drag you back into your shell.

You started typing a polite decline, then deleted it. A second later, a hesitant reply formed instead:

You: Sure. 10 AM at Groundswell?

His response was nearly instant.

Soap: Perfect! Can’t wait!

The next morning found you seated at a cozy corner table in the small café, a steaming cup of tea between your hands. You’d arrived early—an old habit to give yourself time to settle—but it didn’t take long for Soap to sweep in, a gust of energy and warmth trailing behind him.

“Morning!” he greeted, his smile as bright as the sunlight streaming through the café windows. He dropped into the chair across from you, sliding his coffee onto the table. “Been here long?”

“Not too long,” you said with a small smile, thankful that your voice came out steady.

The conversation began easily enough, Soap’s knack for storytelling filling the space between sips of coffee and tea. He regaled you with tales of his military life, each one more absurd than the last. There was the time he and his squad accidentally set off a fire alarm while trying to cook, and the ill-fated attempt to prank a superior officer that ended with them scrubbing floors for a week.

“Wait—hold on,” you said, trying to stifle your laughter. “You’re telling me no one stopped you when you tied a bucket of flour to the door?”

He grinned, leaning back in his chair. “Stopped us? Nah, everyone wanted to see if it’d actually work. Spoiler: it did. Too well, actually. Poor Captain Price didn’t know what hit him.”

Your laughter bubbled up despite yourself, startlingly genuine. It felt strange, unfamiliar, but in a good way. Soap leaned forward, his grin softening into something more thoughtful.

“See? That’s the laugh I was waiting for,” he said. “Knew you had it in you.”

The words caught you off guard, warmth spreading in your chest and dusting your cheeks. You looked down at your cup, swirling the liquid idly. “You don’t even know me,” you murmured.

“Not yet,” he said easily, his voice low but certain. “But I’d like to.”

The earnestness in his tone disarmed you more than his humor ever could. His curiosity wasn’t prying; it was genuine, like he saw value in knowing you—not just the surface, but everything underneath.

For the first time in years, you felt the tiniest crack in the armor you’d built around yourself. You hadn’t realized how heavy it had become until now.

“So, what about you?” he asked, breaking the moment with a lopsided smile. “What’s your story? Any rogue pranks I should know about?”

You laughed again, though this time it was softer, tinged with nerves. “Nothing nearly as exciting as yours,” you admitted. “School, work, and a lot of quiet nights. That’s me in a nutshell.”

He tilted his head, considering. “Quiet nights aren’t so bad. Sometimes, it’s the best way to think. But something tells me you’ve got more going on than you let on.”

The words felt too close, too accurate. You shifted slightly, gripping your cup tighter. “Maybe,” you said vaguely, not ready to share more.

Soap didn’t push, just nodded as if to say, Fair enough. He took a long sip of his coffee, and the two of you fell into an easy rhythm again, the conversation flowing naturally.

By the time you left the café, the sunlight felt warmer on your skin, the air lighter. Soap walked you to your car, his hands shoved casually into his jacket pockets.

“Thanks for coming out,” he said as you reached your car. “I know busy schedules and all that, but I’m glad we had the chance.”

“Me too,” you said, and this time, you meant it.

As you drove away, you caught sight of him in your rearview mirror, still standing there with that boyish grin. You couldn’t help but smile back, even if he couldn’t see it.

For the first time in a long while, you felt like maybe—just maybe—connection wasn’t so terrifying after all.

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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