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spicybunni · 6 months ago

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Hi, if you have requests open can i interest you in a Karl Heisenberg x Fem Nomad Reader? Like i need Karl falling in love at first sight because she looks cool very pretty and is a real badass.

Ahh I love this! The concept of nomads are so cool. This was a fun request to write 💕💕I hope you enjoy!

KARL HEISENBERG X FEM!NOMAD! READER

WARNINGS ⚠️ BRIEF VIOLENCE TO READER / GUNS / BLOOD MENTION

As a nomad, you were traveling from place to place in Romania. This winter has been especially cruel to you unfortunately. Snow blizzards were repeatedly hitting your trail, forcing you to stay longer in cities, towns, and villages than you anticipate.

But you were off to a great adventure finally, no snow or rain while walking through the forests. Even if it did you had the tools necessary to survive such conditions.

Coming up on a mountain side, you see the view of a village with a castle overlooking everything. You get excited at the thought of finally reaching civilization and possibly warming up next to a fire. You could restock on supplies and water too.

Unbeknownst to you, the village has a ring of lycans that patrol the village from any outsiders, or villagers who wish to leave.

Sliding down the layered snow in the mountains, you could see the faint outlines of crouched figures in the tree line below, obviously waiting for your descending figure to reach them.

Your stomach flips at the sight and you halt your slide down. They can sense you’ve noticed them and reveal themselves in the overcast sunlight. Growling and snarling as they creep up to you.

As a nomadic woman, you couldn’t risk traveling without some sort of protection. You carried a shot gun, metal staff and a knife on yourself. Usually the sight of your shotgun hanging from your back is what set certain people away from you. But these creatures were different. You thought they were locals at first. They looked human enough but reacting nothing less than savage predators. Their teeth chipped and covered in blood. Arms and hands covered in dirt and blood. Skin having an unnatural color.

Firing a few warning shots didn’t scare them away. In fact, it made them even more determined to tear you to shreds. You fired again at one who got too close to you. He stumbles back but is quickly back up.

You consider this to be a losing situation if you just stand here and waste ammo. You decide to run and find better grounds to aim and defend yourself.

Big mistake though, because you just run into another group of them.

Cursing yourself, you find the next best thing to do, you start climbing a tree to get range with your shotgun. You kill about 3 of them before you reload. As you were grabbing ammo one of them jumps up to your level and grabs the gun from your grasp, flinging it into the bushes far away.

Finally reaching that point in fight or flight mode where you’re gonna do everything to survive, you start swinging at them. A few get knocked down and you manage to stab some in the face making them go limp. But there are still too many.

You’re panting for breath and hanging onto hope that someone heard your gunfire and come to you.

Oh someone heard you alright, but nobody that would be on your side.

“What seems to be all the commotion here boys?”

You blink at the sight of a man, casually walking through to the scene of you surrounded by 3 lycans twice your size. Carrying a giant hammer on his shoulder with a freshly lit cigar in his opposite hand. He doesn’t even spare you a glance, thing you’re just one of the many terrified villagers wanting to escape Mother Miranda’s grasp.

You notice that the Lycans see him and acknowledge his presence, but they don’t attack him. You conclude that he is somewhat of a leader for these mutated beings….

“Make it quick, I have a meeting to get to..”

What the fuck? He’s not going to help you? Now you’re pissed.

Before they rush you again, you take the knife within your coat and throw it at the man. The knife would’ve hit a bullseye within the side of his head, but it was stopped.

The lycans for some reason halt their actions to storm you. Just guarding you against a tree.

You gap at how the knife stops in mid air just hanging. The man turns towards you this time, finally looking at you. He tilts his head slightly, making his black glasses slide down to reveal his golden eyes, looking you up and down.

He grins, pushing his glasses back up with the cigar hand.

“Oh, you’re not local…”

His accent is so strange. It’s nothing like the dialects or foreign accents you’ve encountered before.

“Please help me, I’m just trying to pass through.” You plead, you’re not giving up your metal staff but you speak with him to see if you can actually make it out of this.

Your cheeks were flushed from the fighting and exhaustion of traveling, your adrenaline making your heartbeat pump faster and faster. Your (h/c) hair was sticking to your forehead and neck from sweat. You were very nice to look at.

Your facial features were different from what Karl was used to seeing in the village, he liked that. A traveling woman? All alone? And good looking? How was his luck so great?

“Nobody gets to pass through. Normally this is the end of the line for you poor travelers. But I think I can make an exception this once..”

Throwing his cigar out, he brings up his hand to snap his fingers. Before you could react, one of the monsters closes in and disarms you, while another one comes to knock you out.

“W-Wait!-“

The lycan strikes you against your face, hard. You sway in the others hold as your vision fades.

Against the odds of these creatures, you held your own pretty well in Karl’s opinion. Way more than any other riff raff that’s come into this village.

You start to drop and the lycan releases you. But you never hit the snow. Karl catches you and hoists you onto his shoulder like you weighed nothing.

“You’ve got grit, kid. I’ll spare you. Let’s see if Mother Miranda will allow me to keep you…”

#resident evil village #re8 village #resident evil 8 #karl heisenberg x reader #karl heisenberg #resident evil village x reader

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oliveisme533 · 6 months ago

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He will always come back for me pt. 2

Slight emetophobia warning ⚠️

You woke up with a gasp. You were covered in a thin layer of sweat. You bolted up from the bed before a gloved hand gently grabbed your upper arm.

Din quickly sat up “hey hey, you’re safe. You’re with me.” He placed a hand lightly on your lower back, trying to encourage you to breathe deeply. It wasn’t working. You continued to hyperventilate, grasping at Din’s forearm as you felt the dizziness hit. What the fuck did they drug you with? A wave of nausea hit you and you made a beeline for the fresher. Din was right behind you. He was quick to gently gather your hair away from your face as you heaved over the toilet, but nothing would come up. Hot tears streamed from your eyes as your stomach painfully convulsed inside you. There was nothing inside for you to throw up. Dins chest ached as he watched you. He rubbed gentle circles on your back with one hand and held your hair up and away from your neck with the other. “Easy, easy. I know try and breathe.” When the heaving stopped you sat back on your haunches hiccuping and silently crying. Din took his gloves off and gently swiped his thumb across your cheek, catching the tears as he did so. “Can I run the shower for you?” You nodded. Din worked on getting the water at a comfortable temperature while you sat on the tile floor with your knees pulled close to your chest. “Okay” he said in almost a whisper. He felt guilty. Like it was his fault you were captured. He should have been more vigilant, he should have done a million more things to protect you. Never again would he let anyone hurt you.

“It should be a comfortable temperature now.” He turned to exit. “No, please, please don’t leave me in here! Don’t close the door!” You cried. This just about broke him. What had they done with the tough, funny girl he hired? He would make them pay for what they did to you. Din turned to face you “okay…what do you want me to do?” “Stay with me. Don’t leave me alone.” Din felt foolish for ever thinking you would be back to your normal self right after the rescue. In this moment he understood you would need much more care than he anticipated. He considered it an honor to be the one nursing you back to health. “Okay” he said again even more quietly. He extended a hand to help you up from the floor. You stood before him like a statue. The light in your eyes had faded. Din slowly took the hem of your shirt in his hands and looked up at you for any sign of protest. You raised your hands above your head giving him the green light to continue. He didn’t dare touch your bra. He wasn’t prepared to rob you of that dignity. Instead he left it and moved to your pants. He gently unfastened them and they fell to the floor.

He held out his hand once more and you took it. You held tight to him as you stepped into the shower. It was clear that you didn’t posses the strength to stand right now. He helped you lower to the floor as the warm water cascaded down your back. Din reached for his soap. He hoped you didn’t mind that it wasn’t your regular shampoo. He hadn’t had it in him to restock in since you were captured. He gently massaged it into your scalp “I’ve always loved the smell of this. I love the way I can smell it on you before you put all your armor on and at night when you’ve just washed.” Almost as soon as the words fell from your lips you worried you’d said too much. Friends don’t say things like that to each other… but Din surprised you. “I’ve missed smelling your sweet perfume in the mornings. The bunk hasn’t felt right in a long time. As I get ready without your scent lingering in the air. It has felt so…so empty” do friends say things like that to one another? You wondered. He fished through the cabinets to find your comb. He ran it through your hair with such care and gentility. It made you smile. “What?” He asked, noticing your expression. “You’re so good at that. So gentle.” “I think becoming a dad has made me more gentle with my hands.” You had almost forgotten about the little wamp rat until now. “Grogu! Can I see him?” You asked with wide eyes. Din chuckled, a sound you had deeply missed. “Of course, let’s just get you some clean clothes.”

Din wrapped the towel around you and gently rubbed your arms. He peered out of the fresher to make sure no one else was in the hull before leafing you back to the bunk where you and him both kept your things and slept on small cots. “Um okay I’ll leave you to it unless” Din faltered awkwardly. “Can you…what if you just turn around? Would that be okay? I don’t know why I’m just so scared to be alone in a room with a closed door right now…I’m sorry” din thought it was a very valid fear considering the circumstances you’d just come from. “No no don’t apologize. I promise I’m not going anywhere.” Din turned around and instantly heard your towel hit the floor, then your wet underwear that he had bathed you in. He swallowed hard. Could she hear his heart thumping? He certainly hoped not. You quickly found some comfortable clothes to wriggle into “okay, you can turn around.” Din did so, slowly. “Here let me take the dirty clothes for you. I’ll go get Grogu too. I’ll leave the door open okay?” You nodded as you sat at the edge of your cot

Din came back with Grogu in his arms. The child wasted no time leaping into your arms with happy squeals you pressed your forehead to his as silent tears streaked down your face. “I didn’t know if I would ever see you again” you whispered. Grogu held his hand up and gently touched your face. “Neither did we” croaked Din. It was clear by the sound of his voice that he was crying below the helmet. You had never heard him become emotional. Din was always so stoic, so solid and unflinching. You looked up at him your eyes brimming, you weren’t sure what exactly to say. You couldn’t find the words to express the overwhelming emotions that were overtaking your body. “Oh Din” was all you could manage. In two strides he was at the edge of your cot. You flung your arms around him as he sat on your cot. You weren’t sure when the last him Din had been hugged if ever in adulthood. Hell, you weren’t sure when the last time you had been hugged either. Din wrapped strong arms around you and pulled you to his chest you buried your face in his shoulder as he cupped the back of hour head in one hand. “Shhh I know, I know” he coos rocking ever so slightly. You’re not sure how long you stayed that way, but at some point you adjusted your grip and Din took the opportunity to do the same, this time when he pulled you close he pulled you onto his lap and then slowly down in the bed, you still on top of him. He was so strong that this entire motion for him looked like he didn’t even notice the extra weight on top of him as he settled in bed…in your bed. You didn’t dare move, but your eyes were now wide open and your head was spinning. All this time Grogu had been tangled up in the two of you. “Da buwhop bop.” Grogu babbled at his father who had just taken away his spot on either your lap or Dins’ lap. Din chuckled, it was a sound that vibrated through his chest and through your body as you lay on top. “Son, you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to hold her like this. You’ll be alright not sitting in my lap for once.” Din could feel your smile as you nuzzled in close. “How long?” You whispered. “You have no idea”

#fanfic #din dijarin fanfiction #din dijarin x reader #star wars #grogu #angst #angst with a happy ending #fluff

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nemo-writes · 1 month ago

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𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚜 ; 𝚏𝚒𝚟𝚎 - 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢

➝ steve harrington + eddie munson x loser-club!reader

➝ synopsis; between a dramatic clash of personalities, sharp banter, and a hilariously failed attempt at heroics, you find moments of peace, reminding you that even in hawkins, surprises—both good and bad—are never far away.

⚠️ warnings; none

➝ series masterlist, moodboard

➝ previous chapter ; next chapter

Tuesday 4, March 1986, Hawkins, Indiana

You moved through the motions of your shift, but your usual efficiency was laced with tension. Every interaction grated against your nerves, and your patience wore thinner with each passing second.

“Another round over here!” A voice hollered from the far end of the room.

“I heard you the first time,” you muttered under your breath, grabbing a tray and spinning toward the taps.

The news from Sam that morning still lingered like a weight pressing on your chest. He’d called you over to the shop, a rare serious look on his face as he gestured towards your bike.

“It’s almost done,” he’d said, his tone cautious, like he was bracing himself. “But... I don’t know how to say this. The cost is gonna be higher than I estimated.”

“How much higher?” you’d asked, your voice tight.

When he’d told you the number, your stomach had dropped. Paying him would cut deep into your savings—savings meant for California, for your freedom, for the life you were supposed to be chasing.

You’d thanked him with a strained smile and left, pretending the weight of his words hadn’t hit you like a brick. But now, hours later, the frustration was boiling over, spilling into every interaction you had with the patrons.

“Sweetheart, I’ve been waitin’ for ten minutes here!”

You turned sharply toward the man at the bar, fixing him with a glare that made him sit back slightly. “And you’ll wait a little longer,” you said flatly, slamming a glass down onto the counter.

“Hey,” Bev’s voice cut through the din, sharp but not unkind. She leaned against the bar, her gaze steady as she waited for you to meet her eyes.

You sighed, straightening up and trying to school your expression.

“Come on, kid,” she said, her voice softer now. “I’m sorry for whatever’s got you twisted up. But you’re snapping at customers, and that’s not gonna help anything.”

You hesitated, hugging the tray close to your chest. She wasn’t wrong.

Bev studied you for a moment, then jerked her chin toward the bar area. “Tell you what. You take the bar and stocking tonight. Less chatter, more busywork. Sound good?”

Relief flooded through you, though you didn’t let it show beyond a small nod. “Thanks....and sorry”

She smirked, her tone lightening as she walked past you. “Don’t mention it. Just don’t break anything, okay?”

You huffed a quiet laugh despite yourself and turned toward the shelves, focusing on the simple task of restocking the bar. The repetitive motions steadied you a little, though the weight of your situation still loomed in the back of your mind.

Stuck in Hawkins. For who knows how long.

The thought gnawed at you, but for now, you focused on the bottles and glasses, letting the rhythm of work drown out the noise in your head.

Tuesday’s at The Hideout also meant one thing: Eddie and Corroded Coffin.

Normally, you’d steel yourself for Eddie’s dramatic entrance, ready to volley back whatever teasing comments he threw your way. But tonight, the thought of him barging in, loud and over-the-top as always, made your sour mood twist into something heavier. You weren’t in the headspace for it.

You were restocking glasses under the bar when the bell above the door jingled. You sighed, preparing yourself for Eddie’s arrival.

“Here we go,” you muttered under your breath, standing up and brushing off your hands. But when you glanced up, your words froze.

It wasn’t Eddie.

It was Steve.

He stepped inside with a hesitant air, his gaze darting around the room before landing on you. His shoulders eased, and he offered you a small, almost bashful wave.

Trailing after him was the girl you’d seen with him outside the arcade. She was speaking in low, sharp hisses, clearly in the middle of an argument with him.

“You could’ve told me we were actually coming here,” she muttered, her tone tinged with exasperation.

“I did tell you,” Steve replied, his voice a mix of frustration and defensiveness.

“Yeah, after we were already halfway here,” she shot back, crossing her arms.

They reached the bar, Steve looking sheepish while the girl gave him a sharp side-eye. She turned her attention to you, and suddenly her features lit up with recognition.

“Oh,” she exclaimed, her tone bright. “You’re the girl from the arcade!”

You raised an eyebrow. “And you’re Peeper #2,” you replied, your tone flat but not unfriendly.

They both winced, but the girl just still offered you her hand. “It’s Robin actually.”

You shook it briefly. “Nice to meet you, Robin.”

Steve cleared his throat, shifting awkwardly. “So, uh, I figured I’d stop by,” he began, rubbing the back of his neck. “You know, after you said I should drop in. And, uh, treat me for, you know... Callahan being a pain in the ass.”

You nodded slowly, a small smile tugging at the corner of your lips despite your sour mood. “Guess I’m a woman of my word.”

Robin snorted, glancing at Steve with mock amazement. “Wow, Harrington. A free drink offer? She must really pity you.”

“Robin!” Steve groaned, his ears turning pink. “Don’t scare her off, okay?”

You chuckled, shaking your head. “Don’t worry. I’ve dealt with worse.”

Robin leaned against the counter, glancing around. “So, what’s good here? Or is it all as sketchy as it looks?”

You smirked, pointing at the chalkboard menu behind you. “Depends on your standards. But if you’re brave, I can mix something decent.”

Steve sighed, dropping into a stool and giving you a sheepish smile. “I appreciate it. I think.”

As you grabbed a glass and began preparing something for them, you couldn’t help but feel a small weight lift. Maybe tonight wouldn’t be as bad as you thought.

You quickly found out that Steve and Robin didn’t just talk—they bantered, a lot.

From the moment they settled at the bar, their conversation unfolded like a rapid-fire volley, filled with quips, sarcastic remarks, and exaggerated exasperation.

“You know, if you’d actually planned this outing,” Robin said, gesturing around the bar, “we wouldn’t be stuck in this charming establishment with its—what is that, piss?”

Steve rolled his eyes, leaning back on the stool. “It’s a bar, Robin. Not some five-star restaurant.”

“Yeah, thanks, Captain Obvious,” she shot back, crossing her arms. “I was expecting something a little less sticky.”

“It’s not that bad,” Steve countered, glancing at you for backup. “Right?”

You shrugged, a small smirk on your lips. “Depends on the night.”

Robin groaned, flopping dramatically against the bar. “I’m doomed.”

Despite their constant bickering, you quickly found yourself more entertained than annoyed. They had an easy, natural rhythm, bouncing off each other like they’d known one another for years. And while you weren’t in the best mood, it was nice to let their chatter fill the space.

To your surprise, they didn’t pull you into their whirlwind of conversation unless you wanted to join. Whether they somehow sensed your sour mood or it was just how they operated, they mostly talked amongst themselves, throwing in a quip or a question your way every now and then.

“Okay, serious question,” Robin said, propping her chin on her hand. “If you had to pick one: being stuck in a room with Steve’s hair products or drowning in a vat of hairspray?”

“Robin,” Steve groaned, his face reddening.

You raised an eyebrow, glancing at Steve’s perfectly tousled hair. “Depends. Does the hairspray smell like coconuts?”

Robin snorted with laughter while Steve threw his hands up in exasperation.

As the night went on, their antics worked to lighten your mood. Through their casual back-and-forth, you picked up bits and pieces about Hawkins—how the town had its quirks, its strange small-town charm, and some of it's not-so-charming secrets. Robin joked about the weird “energy” of the place, while Steve rolled his eyes but didn’t outright deny it.

Overall, you found yourself genuinely liking the pair. They were easy to be around, their personalities both contrasting and complementing in a way that made their dynamic endlessly entertaining.

At one point, between pouring drinks and stocking the bar, you raised an eyebrow at the two of them and asked, “So, are you two... together?”

Robin froze mid-sentence, her face twisting into an expression of pure horror.

“Absolutely not!” She exclaimed, throwing up her hands like the idea was physically repelling.

“Wow, thanks, Robin,” Steve muttered, though the corner of his mouth twitched in amusement.

She turned to him, gesturing wildly. “Oh, don’t even start, Harrington! As if you’re my type.”

Steve sighed dramatically, looking at you. “See? This is what I deal with.”

Robin jabbed a finger at him. “You wish you had what it takes to deal with me.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at their bickering, shaking your head as you wiped down the bar. “Got it. Definitely not together.”

“Not even remotely,” Robin confirmed, her tone sharp but playful.

The rest of the night passed in much the same way, with the two of them keeping the atmosphere light and surprisingly enjoyable. By the time your shift began to wind down, your earlier sour mood had softened considerably.

You were in a much better mood by the time Eddie finally showed up. The moment the door creaked open, the familiar sound of Corroded Coffin’s chatter spilling in behind him, you glanced up from wiping down the bar.

Eddie stepped inside with his usual dramatic flair, but his eyes scanned the room almost immediately. It was obvious he was looking for you.

When his gaze landed on you, a grin started to form—until he noticed who was sitting at the bar.

Steve.

Eddie’s steps faltered, and his entire demeanour shifted in an instant. His smile vanished, his shoulders squared, and something sharp and unpleasant flickered across his face. Behind him, his friends quieted, their chatter dissolving into murmurs as they noticed the sudden tension.

Before they could stop him, Eddie stomped up to the bar, his boots heavy against the floor. He reached your side and planted a ringed hand on the counter, the metal clinking against the wood as he leaned in between you and Steve, effectively invading Steve’s space.

His grin returned, but this time it was all teeth, far from friendly. “Harrington,” Eddie drawled, his voice dripping with mock sweetness. “Fancy seeing you here.”

Steve, who had been sitting comfortably moments ago, now stiffened, his scowl deepening as he leaned back slightly to create some space. “Munson,” he said curtly, his voice dry and unimpressed.

Robin, perched on the stool beside Steve, widened her eyes and glanced between the two of them, her usual snarky demeanour replaced with a mix of wonder and mild anxiety. She didn’t say anything, though—just clutched her drink a little tighter, as if waiting to see what would happen.

“Eddie,” you said flatly, breaking the charged silence, “can I help you?”

He didn’t look at you, his eyes still locked on Steve’s. “Just wondering what he’s doing here.”

“Having a drink,” Steve replied before you could answer, his voice edged with irritation. “Is that a problem?”

Eddie leaned closer, practically chest-to-chest with Steve now, his grin a sharp, mocking thing. “Didn’t think the King of Hawkins High would lower himself to a place like this. Must be slumming it for kicks.”

Steve, not one to back down, leaned right back into Eddie’s space, his scowl deepening. “At least I don’t live here like some kind of wannabe rock star with no plan B.”

The two of them were nose-to-nose now, voices rising as they hurled insults back and forth. You could feel the heat of their argument building, pulling the attention of a few patrons nearby.

You sighed heavily, tossing your rag onto the counter. Men.

Without a word, you reached for the pitcher of water you’d been using to refill glasses, picked it up, and splashed both of them square in the face.

The reaction was immediate.

Eddie sputtered, stepping back as water dripped from his hair and onto his jacket. Steve blinked rapidly, wiping his face with the sleeve of his jacket as if trying to comprehend what just happened.

Robin, meanwhile, doubled over with laughter, clutching the edge of the bar as she nearly slid off her stool. “Oh my God!” she wheezed, tears forming in her eyes. “That was amazing!”

You set the pitcher down with a loud clunk, fixing both Eddie and Steve with a flat, unimpressed stare. “Feel better?”

They both turned to you, looking for all the world like wounded puppies, their egos soaked as much as their clothes.

“You,” you said, pointing at Eddie, “go set up. Now. Stop antagonising my guests.”

Eddie blinked, his mouth opening and closing like he wanted to argue but couldn’t find the words.

“And yes,” you continued, your tone sharp, “my guests. I invited them. So, maybe don’t chase off the people keeping this place open.”

Steve smirked faintly at that, clearly enjoying Eddie getting called out, but you weren’t done.

“And you,” you said, rounding on him, “stop letting him get under your skin.”

Steve’s smirk vanished, replaced by a sheepish look as he muttered, “Right. Got it.”

Eddie threw his hands up dramatically. “Fine. I’ll go set up,” he muttered, stomping off toward the stage with his friends trailing behind, a few of them stifling laughter at his expense.

Robin, still giggling, leaned back in her seat, shaking her head. “You’ve got some serious guts,” she said, wiping her eyes. “That was worth every second of this mess.”

You huffed. “Someone’s gotta keep them in line. Might as well be me.”

Steve shook his hair, getting water everywhere and earning a stinky eye from you and a smirk from him. “Remind me not to piss you off,” he added.

You smirked faintly but didn’t respond, focusing instead on mopping up once again the mess you’d made.

It didn't take long for the Corroded Coffin was up and jamming, the bass thumping loudly through The Hideout. The memory of your last headache and the accompanying nosebleed lingered in your mind, making the noise feel sharper than it probably was.

You leaned over to Bev, who was busy filling drink orders. “Hey, can I take my break?” you asked, raising your voice slightly to be heard over the music.

Bev gave you a quick glance, her sharp eyes catching something in your expression. She nodded. “Go ahead. You’re due for one anyway. Just don’t vanish on me.”

You nodded back with a faint smile, grabbing your things and slipping out the side door into the crisp night air.

The cool breeze was an instant relief, washing away some of the tension as you settled down onto the concrete. Leaning back against the building’s wall, you stretched your legs out and absently reached into your jacket. Your fingers brushed against the crumpled cigarette packet tucked inside—a habit you hadn’t entirely kicked, even if you weren’t actively smoking anymore.

You pulled it out, turning it over in your hands. The weight of the remaining cigarettes and lighter inside was familiar, almost comforting in its own way. You didn’t even realise you were fiddling with it until the door behind you creaked open.

Glancing back, you expected a customer or maybe Bev checking in, but it was Steve.

He stepped out, hands stuffed in his jacket pockets, as he glanced around briefly before his eyes landed on you.

“Robin’s in the bathroom,” he said, stepping closer. “Figured I’d leave her to... whatever she’s doing and come see what you’re up to.”

You snorted softly, shaking your head as you tucked the packet into your lap.

Steve’s eyes lingered on it for a moment before he asked, “Didn’t know you smoked.”

“I don’t,” you said, looking down at the packet. “Quit. But I still carry these around, I guess out of habit.”

Steve tilted his head, curiosity flickering in his eyes. “How long did you smoke for?”

You hesitated, your fingers brushing the edge of the packet. “Since I was like…twelve, maybe thirteen.”

“Twelve?” he repeated, his eyebrows shooting up. “That’s—” He paused, catching himself. “That’s young. Why’d you start?”

Your brow furrowed slightly as you tried to remember. “I don’t really know,” you admitted after a moment. “I guess it just happened.”

Steve hummed thoughtfully, leaning back on his hands. “You think you’ll ever go back to it?”

“Maybe,” you said honestly, your tone light but dry. “Old habits die hard and all that.”

Steve straightened up slightly, his tone suddenly more serious. “If you don’t want to, I could help... or something.”

You blinked at him, caught off guard by the offer. His earnest expression made it hard to brush him off, so instead, curiosity got the better of you. “Sure. Why not?”

Before you could react, Steve snatched the packet from your lap and stood up in one quick motion.

“Wait—what are you—”

He didn’t let you finish, dramatically hurling the packet into the bushes with a flourish.

“Done,” Steve declared with exaggerated flair, dusting his hands together as if he’d just solved a major crisis. But as soon as his arms came down, he winced sharply, clutching at his shoulder.

“Ahhh—ow, ow, ow!” he cried out, his voice rising in a high-pitched, almost comical shrillness.

You blinked, stunned for half a second before the absurdity of the situation hit you like a truck. Laughter burst out of you, loud and uncontrollable, as Steve clutched at his arm, his face twisting in both pain and embarrassment.

“What?!” he asked, his voice cracking as he turned to glare at you. “What’s so funny? This hurts!”

Through your laughter, you managed to gasp out, “You—you pulled a muscle... from a throw like that?”

Steve scowled, his cheeks flushing as he rubbed at his shoulder. “It was a big throw, alright? Those things are heavier than they look!”

That only made you laugh harder, clutching at your sides as you doubled over.

“What?!” Steve snapped again, his tone incredulous.

Through your wheezing, you managed to choke out, “My... my favourite lighter was in there!”

His face drained of colour as he froze, staring at you like you’d just told him the world was ending. “Wait, you’re joking.”

You shook your head, still laughing. “Nope. Not even a little.”

Groaning loudly, Steve spun toward the bushes, still rubbing at his shoulder as he stomped over. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” he muttered under his breath. “Ow—damn it—fine, I’ll find it!”

The door creaked open again, and Robin stepped out, freezing when she saw Steve bent over the bushes, rustling through the leaves, and you sitting on the ground, practically wheezing with laughter.

“Uh,” Robin started, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow. “What the hell is going on here?”

You waved a hand, trying to catch your breath, though the sight of Steve grumbling and digging frantically through the bushes sent you into another fit of giggles.

“Don’t ask!” Steve called out, his voice muffled and irritated.

Robin tilted her head, her lips twitching as though she was trying not to smile. “This looks like... something.”

Finally catching your breath, you leaned back against the wall and grinned up at her. “Steve’s just trying to fix his heroic screw-up.”

Robin snorted, glancing toward Steve, who let out a triumphant “Aha!” as he pulled your lighter from the bushes.

He turned around, holding it up like a trophy—only to stumble on a branch as he climbed out, nearly falling flat on his face.

Robin rolled her eyes, finally letting herself laugh. “Unbelievable.”

Steve handed you the lighter, his face pink and his expression sheepish. “There,” he muttered, still rubbing at his shoulder. “Happy?”

You smirked, pocketing it. “Very. Thanks, Harrington. You’re a real knight in shining armour.”

He grumbled something under his breath, but you caught the faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

Robin clapped her hands together. “Alright, clowns, are we heading back inside, or should I grab some popcorn and watch this disaster unfold further?”

You pushed yourself up from the ground, dusting off your pants as you shot Robin an amused look. “Let’s go before Bev wonders where I am.”

As the three of you headed back inside, Steve muttered, “I’m never helping again,” though the smile tugging at his lips told a different story.

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milaisreading · 2 years ago

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Hiii good morning i was reading ur manager series and am totally in love with it specially the scenes where rin and reo decide to use their captain and rich-boy powers (the plushie one is my absolute fav) and i was wondering if i could request shidou and sae/kaiser/ness reaction to yns plushie or keychain? More than anyone else i wanna know shidous reaction🤭

Author : I didn't expect that story to be so popular since I came up with it at like 3 am☠️ but I hope you like this and thank you for the request🩷

Warnings ⚠️: Reader uses she/her. Requests are open

⚽️Blue lock belongs to:Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura⚽️

Shidou:

"Blue Lock is really that big now?" Loki commented as him and a few of his teammates were in the changing room of PXG, looking at a phone.

"Yeah! My sister wanted to buy one of the plushies and the site crashed like 3 times."

"Geez. Blue Lock 11 have boy group level fame." One chuckled as Shidou walked in, confused with the commotion.

"What are you guys looking at?" The blonde asked as he walked up closer, with the teammate showing him his screen.

"The guys who beat you, Blue Lock have now merch. Every girl or guy I know won't stop talking about them. My sister ordered like a collection of these plush toys."

"Haha my brother ordered all the keychains." Shidou was amused at the revelation, taking a mental note to tease Rin about it later.

"My sister has been complaining how hard it was to get the (Y/n) plush toy version. Every time there was a restock it got like sold out in a matter of minutes."

Now that was something Shidou had great interest in. The manager of Blue Lock has plushies? Shidou wanted to laugh.

'Hah! This is gold! But why would anyone buy that? A smaller version of (Y/n)? The whole replica? Small and soft...' Shidou's thoughts wandered off and he felt giddiness the more he imagined the item.

"Shidou, where are you going? We still need to train?" Loki called out as the taller walked out.

"I need to make fun of Rin for that plush toy of his!"

"Not again." Loki sighed and facepalmed.

The same night Shidou went on the Blue Lock website, where he found the said plush toy of the girl, and with absolutely no 2nd thought bought it.

'So adorable~' The boy grinned.

'I think 10 of these are a reasonable number.'

Sae:

Once in a while Sae would travel back to Japan to visit Blue Lock and his brother. Although he spent most of the time around (Y/n), trying to get her to join Madrid as their manager. The idea itself would be shut down by not only (Y/n), but also by Rin, who by now wouldn't leave the girl's side if he was around. This visit was a little bit different though. Since it was holiday season, Ego and Anri has sent everyone home and Sae was bummed a little. His brother wouldn't tell him anything relating to (Y/n).

'Brat.' Sae would roll his eyes at Rin's glares and him telling the older how his manager was none of Sae's business. The two weeks in Japan went by pretty quickly and it was Sae's time to go back. His mom, dad and Rin would drive him to the airport.

"It's in Rin's room?" Sae asked as his mom nodded her head.

"Yeah, I left your scarf there on accident, can you please get it? We need to hurry up to the airport and Rin is already outside."

Sae sighed and nodded his head, walking to the familiar door.

Opening it, Sae immediately spotted his red scarf and went to take it, only to freeze up when he noticed something on Rin's bed. On it was a smaller and softer version of (Y/n) staring up at him. Sae stood there for a moment and then quickly walked to the bed, picking the item up.

Sae stared at the soft toy in awe, astonished with how detailed it was.

'She looks adorable... nearly as adorable as the real (Y/n)? Where did Rin even find this? And why us he so reckless with it...' Sae sighed, patting (Y/n)'s head over and over.

"Sae! Hurry up!"

He turned to the door as his mother called for him. Sae shook his head and put the plush toy in his backpack and then took his scarf.

"Since you refused to tell me anything, I am taking (Y/n) with me. She is too adorable for Rin, anyways."

The next day, Sae was in his room and hugging the plush toy, enjoying the softness.

'So cute... so soft... I wonder if the real (Y/n) is even better to hug.' Sae's moment of peace was interrupted by his phone ringing.

"Hello." He said, already knowing who it is. He has been ignoring Rin's calls ever since he landed in Madrid.

"You thief! Did you take her?!" Rin yelled, obviously upset that his plushie was missing.

"Yes. She is really soft." Sae taunted.

"You bastard! I will come to Madrid and beat your ass!" Rin threatened.

"Do it and I will tell (Y/n) you had this thing to begin with. Imagine how much easier it will be to get her on my club then." Sae smirked as he got no answer in return and ended the call.

'Mine.' He thought as he hugged the plushie closer to himself.

Kaiser:

"What are you even looking at, Ness?" Kaiser raised his eyebrow as he saw his teammate and close friend smiling down at his phone.

'He looks like a child in a candy store.' Kaiser thought as Ness looked up at him in surprise, before showing him his phone.

"My package arrived today! I can't wait till I pick it up." The boy admitted as Kaiser went over the tracking history.

"From Japan? What did you even get there?"

"Huh? You didn't see it?" Ness wondered, making Kaiser even more confused.

"See what? Stop talking in circles."

"Blue Lock just released new merch and restocks-"

"Ness... please don't tell me you bought merch from THEM?"Kaiser asked in disbelief. As far as he knew, the only person in Blue Lock Ness liked was (Y/n).

'But there is no way they made merch of her. It's always about the players, not managers.' Kaiser thought.

"There was a cute plushie of (Y/n) and her figurine as well as a keychain... I had to get it!" Ness defended with an embarrassed look.

"Hold up... there is merch of her?" Kaiser wondered as Ness nodded his head.

"Yes! The plushie looks so adorable, I can't wait till I hold it." Ness cheered while Kaiser went to look at the item.

"Hmmm..."

A few weeks later...

It was late at night in Japan as (Y/n)'s phone rang. Panicked and still dizzy from her sleep, she took her phone and answered it.

"Helloo?" She slurred out, wondering who it could be.

"What a day to be alive, you never told me you had merch!" Kaiser laughed from the other side.

"Kaiser? Do you even know how late it is here? And what about the merch?" (Y/n) asked, a little annoyed but she was too tired to argue.

"It's kinda cute that my little Liebling is a star now. Don't forget about me when your merch sells out." Kaiser laughed.

"Shut up! I want to sleep!" She yelled but Kaiser kept on going and (Y/n) was forced to listen to his talk for another 10 minutes.

Kaiser on the other hand was sitting in his living room as the (Y/n) plushie sat on his lap, getting headpats from time to time.

Ness:

Ness was honestly not expecting to fin anything interesting the evening after a training. It was honestly normal, he showered, ate his dinner and went on his phone, to see what Blue Lock were up to. In all honesty he just wanted to see if there were any pictures or video clips with (Y/n) in them. But instead of that, he found an announcement on new merch.

"Huh? Plushies, keychains and figurines?" Ness mumbled and opened the link, boredly scrolling down the site as all of them were from players.

"Boring-" Ness stopped himself as he saw a familiar shade of (h/c) hair and stopped. Blinking at the items that were displayed, Ness took in the plushie, keychain and figurine that was displayed of (Y/n), all tiny and adorable.

"I need this. I don't even know what I entered this site for again." Ness mumbled as she put the items into the cart.

"You bought it?!" (Y/n) yelled from the other side of the phone. Ness giggled and hugged the plushie of the girl.

"Yeah! You have no idea how soft it is! I have been hugging it ever since it came hours ago." Ness said as the line went quiet for a moment.

"...and what do you think? How is the merch of me?" (Y/n) asked nervously as Ness looked down lovingly at her plushie replica.

"It's cute! Very soft and I love how well detailed it is. It's nearly as cute as you."

"A-ah?! You think so?! I... I need to go now and talk with Ego-san over something! See you, Ness!"

"See ya~" Ness said and ended the call, then looked down at the plushie again.

"So cute..." He smiled, giving a small kiss to the toy's forehead.

#blue lock anime #bllk #bllk x reader #blue lock manga #blue lock x reader #blue lock requests #shidou ryuusei #shidou ryuusei x reader #sae itoshi #sae itoshi x reader #michael kaiser #michael kaiser x reader #alexis ness #alexis ness x reader

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base0h · 5 months ago

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Hello,

Heard you’re looking for ideas so…

Here’s a crack one: The Straw hats working in a department store

Would they become employee of the month? Would they be fired immediately?

a/n - IM WHEEZING AT THIS— you are GENIUS bro holy crap 😭🫶 dude luffy would get fired so fast it’s insane— and imma just add everyone bc why not 😂

Warnings ⚠️ - MAJOR crack, multiple characters, I’m kinda dumb and might’ve forgotten people

they didn’t even make it past the interview 💀

.✩ kidd (tried killing the interviewer for asking him why he wanted to work there “I really am passionate about restocking— MF IM BROKE.”), buggy, bonney, paulie (did the same thing as kidd plus he parked in the manager’s parking spot)

literally within the first few seconds of the interview they’re hired | “My name is—“ “Can you start within the next few seconds?”

.✩ jimbei, koby, sabo, koala, izou, kaku, vivi

got fired the same day they started

.✩ luffy (ate the entire produce section and then asked the manager “is there more stuff in the back?”), corazon (he accidentally burnt the place down 😀), sanji (confessed his love and asked several female customers to marry him at his cash register), brook (asked for some poor random woman’s underwear 💀)

employee of the month every single month

.✩ jimbei, koby (old people always say how sweet he is to the manager bc he always helps them get the things they can’t reach 😭🫶), tashigi (kids hate her bc she catches them and scolds them if they take an extra candy/sticker from the cashier jar), vivi (accidentally gave herself this title when she’s the manager 💀)

the manager of the store

.✩ nami (steals money from the safe sometimes), aokiji (he literally never shows up to work on time and doesn’t give a shit what the employees do), akainu, fujitora, shanks (bro also does not care and comes to work hungover), dragon (has not shown up once since the interview), sengoku, garp, dadan, vivi, magellan

the sale sign flipper guy

.✩ zoro (if he manages to actually find his way to the store), bepo, ace, shachi, penguin, queen (you legit can’t miss him as you’re driving by 💀), yamato, oden, cat viper, bon clay, ivankov

they work solely in the back to avoid human interaction as much as possible

.✩ mihawk, law, smoker (he’s the guy that mans the big crane machine that moves huge boxes), hawkins, king, katakuri, smoker, lucci

they’re the CEOs of companies that are partners with the store and provide goods for the store to sell

.✩ crocodile (provides gut/immune supporting, healthy, all organic animal/pet food), doflamingo, kaido, big mom, whitebeard, moria (sells and produces copious amounts of Halloween costumes and other decorations)

actually decent employees

.✩ usopp, benn, x drake, robin, nojiko, baby 5, monet, vergo, franky, icebarg, bellamy (SHADOW FROM SK8 PLS TELL ME YALL SEE IT), hachi, killer

they start tweaking because they asked a customer how they were and they ignored them

.✩ shirahoshi (sobbing), bepo, sanji (asked a girl who had her headphones on), Uta (will get so pressed that they ignored her when in reality they just had headphones on)

they’re the reason why the store’s still in business | they’re basically the mascot

.✩ chopper, bepo, carrot, cat viper, dog storm

the dude everyone goes to for questions/help | “Idk go ask ___”

.✩ franky (has beef with cash register 4 bc it stops working for no reason only during his lunch break and never when he’s not doing anything), icebarg, kaku, usopp, lucci, jack, king, robin, jimbei

they’re the reason why no one likes to shop there | they have several weird allegations or felonies of some sort

.✩ trebol, caesar, diamante, dellinger, pica (he drives this mini car and always somehow fits inside it and takes up two spots in the parking lot), absalom, hogback (people have gone missing in the parking lot it’s scary), moria (would you wanna shop if you saw bro? Ik I wouldn’t 😭)

jobless for life ✌️

.✩ rayleigh (he slays idc), roger, yasopp

a/n - I think i forgot people but eh 💀 the one piece brainrot is so back 🙏

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