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So how about this.... some king, saitama, genos and tatsumaki (Separate) headcanons with a reader who's an A class hero and their power involves video games physics. An example of that would be where reader had the power to interact with the world as if it is in a video game which as you may know has these:

The System

Video Game/Game Mimicry

Video Game Imitation/Mechanics

Virtual Reality Mimicry

The user can alter the laws of physics to mimic any and all video games. This power can give the user a wide variety of abilities like he can use a cheat code from a real game to trick his foes and avatar manipulation that creates modulate personality character identities (Think of it as a character customization except irl). Reader also has an instant learning ability so anything reader sees or wants new information they acquire, they can immediately learn and master any form of knowledge that can comprehend with ease. There's also a dimensional storage ability that reader can store anything inside their item box and can summon them back with relative ease. Actually just to make this quick I'm just gonna have to send this link so it would better explain everything: https://powerlisting.fandom.com/wiki/Video_Game_Physics anyways for personality I imagined reader to have a more laid-back attitude and relatively has a lot of patience when it comes to dealing people that can anger others quickly yet he's also confident and outgoing that likes to hang out with people no matter what you are as long as you don't try to harm him. Reader works a bartender and tends to meet other heroes (or villains who happens to visit that place) they always put on a polite behavior despite the mistreatment they'd often receive from other customers. also they never lose to a single game match like ever! No matter how professional you are at a video game or how much you do speedruns. reader is always one step ahead of you and even if you cheat they would immediately spot it. and speaking of speedruns, they also have a streaming channel on youtube in which they do all sorts of challenges. Other than that reader is pretty much the person you'll love to hangout with.

─King, Saitama, Genos & Tatsumaki x hero!reader

─Summary: just a few headcannons of your relationship with these heroes

─Warnings: none

King

─ He probably met you from one of your streams early on, then you saved him from a monster he was completely terrified of, only taking a quick look at his 'character' stats to detect the terror behind that straight face.

─ You found it so amusing that you indirectly encouraged him with a drink at the bar where you worked, after which he became a regular customer.

─ Although you had to change the meeting place because there were many King fans who came to ask for autographs, there were only a couple of people who wanted your autograph, and it was not even because you were a hero, but because of your streams.

─ Anyway, you found yourself at his house every time you had free time, when you found out that he played video games and watched your streams he desperately tried to deny it, you didn't give it any importance and now he's one of your most competitive rivals.

─ Luckily you can give more life to the games you play, King is used to playing against npc or Saitama and it's always very easy to win, so his mission right now is to beat you.

─ He will definitely run towards you if there are monsters nearby, you have incredible power and despite being A-class, he thinks you can eradicate any kind of threat or at least aspire to more than A-class.

─ Your relationship is based on a constant fight to break records in any game, whether it is the best streak in Valorant, speedruns in Mario 64 or winning in Mortal Kombat, although the rivalry increases much more in Mario Kart, peace was never an option.

Saitama

─ He met you in the middle of a battle, completely fascinated by being able to change your 'character' and appearance, he asked you if you could change his appearance too, although you could 'program' reality in a certain way, his change would not last forever.

─ After that silly situation, he found you at work and stayed for a while chatting, which made him visit the bar more when he needed to get away from Genos for a bit.

─ He takes care of all the people who have a bad treatment towards you when you work, although you simply don't care, he insists that you should not let disrespect pass.

─ He encourages you to change some parameters of reality to play some jokes on bad customers, you only get carried away sometimes changing the appearance of those people to something ugly.

─ Smoke comes out of his head whenever you play games because you are unbeatable, more than once you let him win to see his happy face, although if he rubs it too much in your face you will not let him win again.

─ You feel a little envious of his great power, it's not that you complain about yours, but sometimes it's tedious to have to think of a video game mechanic to transfer it to reality and fight, it's not so easy to change weapons from a shooter to sorcery from a fantasy rpg and he just has to throw a punch.

─ You are somewhat similar so when you both need calm or are saturated you get together to have a tea or coffee without the need to start a conversation, you just enjoy the program that is on television.

Genos

─ You became a Saitama 2.0 for this boy when he saw you fight, you will have him as a puppy in your work until you agree to train him once and for all.

─ However, no matter how much you explained to him that you only had powers by copie stats from video game characters to use them to your advantage, you couldn't help him much for that, so you simply supported him in the silly ideas that Saitama invented.

─ He didn't care that you were a class lower than his, after all Saitama was C-class and was his trainer, he thought that having two would only make him stronger.

─ He's not that big a fan of videogames, so unfortunately you spend more time having small battles against him in your free time, you weren't as good in combat as you were in videogames but luckily Genos was easy to read and distract with reality bending.

─ He won't tolerate a single disrespect towards you when you work, even though you don't care about the bad comments, you don't even have time to blink and those people are kicked out.

─ He'll put on your streams in the background while he cleans house, he's probably subscribed and donates from time to time to ask when you're free for a rematch.

─ Probably you will lend him some robotic parts or weapons from some games like Metroid, Megaman, Metal Gear Solid or Call of Duty, although they will not last infinitely in the real world.

Tatsumaki

─ She started a rivalry with you because you started to get the attention of some of the administrators of the hero association, you were just an A-class, you weren't that great.

─ You decided to ignore her silent threats during meetings, although when it was your turn to battle together she always did something to stand out from you, you really didn't care, it's not like you put in that much effort in battle.

─ After a while she left the childish attitude and found herself frequenting your bar, at first it was to follow you closely, then for chat with you.

─ She will begin to admire your fighting method because it's never the same and you learn quickly about your opponents, coming to imitate their attacks, you always change the game mechanics to your liking, although she will not admit it out loud.

─ At a certain point she offered you a class upgrade because you really were much better than a simple A-class, but you turned it down, you had enough work already and being a hero was only an occasional thing, she got mad at you for saying no.

─ She doesn't like to lose so she won't waste her time playing games with you, nor will she admit that she watches your streams and that's why she knows that she won't be able to beat you in any video game.

─ She makes a competition for everything she can think of in what she can beat you, you don't give a shit about her tsundere attitude and you just flow with it, if she wants to compete, it's never a bad thing to have a healthy rivalry with someone.

#one punch man #one punch man x reader #request #reader insert #saitama x reader #king x reader #tatsumaki x reader #genos x reader #headcannons #sfw #reader is not specified so...#fem reader #male reader #gn reader #opm #opm x reader #hero!reader

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sidthekidmalkin · 2 months

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I Trust You

Geno Malkin/Fem!Reader

You're at a bar and lounge in Pittsburgh, when you twist your ankle trying to walk in your stupid, too-tall heels. Thankfully, there's a cute stranger who's more than willing to help you out.

3.3k words :) my first fic!! tysm for checking it out

The bar was loud and noisy as you made your way through, skillfully dodging random patrons. It was a fancy place, somewhere you’d never been, and you felt a little out of your depth. You’d come with a few friends, just girls you knew from work, but it wasn’t long until they’d busied themselves with guys and left you alone. They meant well, but you didn’t have the social prowess that they seemed to have, so you awkwardly laughed and sent them on their way as they apologized for ditching you. “No, it’s fine, go have fun!” you’d said, ignoring the sting. Your three friends- acquaintances?- made their way to the dancefloor one by one, and then presumably into Ubers and apartments, as you sat alone at the bar. Eventually, you got tired of the pitiful stares from the bartender, and got up to find yourself someone to be busy with too.

That’s how you found yourself now: sliding between drunk people as you walked through the crowd, scanning the bar for anyone who’d notice you. Unfortunately, someone did, in the worst kind of way. A guy approached you, around your height and decently built with dark, shiny black hair. He staggered up, clearly drunker than he thought he was, and a little sweaty. He had a smug grin on his face, like he’d already won something just by spotting you. You looked away from him, but it served no purpose. He’d already seen you, and was making his way through the crowd.

Okay, you thought, I wanted someone to notice me and now someone has. Maybe he’s sweet. You didn’t want to be too harsh too fast. He approached you, and before he said a word, slid an arm around your waist. “Hey, sexy, you here by yourself?” He stared up at you with a big, mouth-breathing grin. You began to regret the moment you ever stood up.

“Oh, no, actually-”

“Bullllllllshit.” He laughed. “There hasn’t been a guy with you all night. Why’re you lyin’ to me, baby?” His words were slurred and his arm was still around your waist. He was clammy and smelled like gin. You felt guilty for being so revolted. “Come dance with me.”

“I’m sorry, I can’t-” He cut you off again, this time by pulling you harshly into him. You recoiled at the feeling of his clothes and body touching you. Your heart sank a little as you realized just how firm of a grip he had on you. You pushed back a little, but his grip didn’t falter. “I have to go to the bathroom.” You blurted out quickly, before ripping yourself away from him and beelining the opposite direction. As you’d pulled yourself away, however, you’d gotten tripped up on your tall heel and twisted your ankle. It hurt, but you had priorities, so you kept moving as quick as you could till you were lost in the crowd. As you made your way, you didn’t look back, but could hear him behind you drunkenly laughing at your tripping and calling you as many names as he could think of.

Once you were sufficiently lost in the crowded lounge, you realized just how badly your ankle hurt, and how shaken up you were by the encounter. You began to look around for a table to sit at, but the only booth you could manage to get to was full of big, hot guys in suits with expensive looking drinks. You tried not to let your eyes linger at the table for too long. You felt like a deer caught on a highway. You were standing with all your weight on your left side, and you knew that as soon as you took a step it’d be over. You were embarrassed, with the feeling being exacerbated by the fact that you were standing totally still in the middle of a dance floor and people were noticing. You looked down at the ground and fought off a few tears. You were 22 years old and couldn’t just go to a club?

As if the universe couldn’t get enough of your misery, as your eyes made their way to the ground, a very large body collided into you. He’d been trying to get past you on your left, but hadn’t quite seen you, so instead he mowed you over. Before you hit the ground, his hand grasped your arm and hoisted you back up, but not before all your weight was pushed onto your shitty ankle. The pain set in quickly and it showed on your face.

“Jesus Christ, I am so sorry,” the big guy who’d hit you said immediately. “I didn’t see you.” You looked up at him, trying to say it was fine or something, but you were blindsided by your pain. “Are you okay?”

You managed a nod and a smile. “I just twisted my ankle a little. It’s these stupid heels.” You said, feigning levity and praying this strange-accented stranger would leave you. He pulled a face. He cautiously let go of you, but as you began to sway with unsteadiness, he grabbed you again.

“Let me help.” You weren’t really in a position to deny help from anyone, so you apprehensively allowed him to step behind you and help support your weight as he walked you to a table. The table full of big hot guys in suits, to be more specific. If you weren’t so full of pain and humiliation, you’d probably laugh, because of course the world would find a way to humiliate you a little more.

The big stranger guided you swiftly to the table. The other men saw you coming, and had cleared a chair out in front of the table just for you. There were a lot of them in the vicinity, but most were distracted by something or another. There were really only two looking in your direction, thankfully. “Who you got there, Geno?” One asked as you approached.

“She twist ankle in the crowd. I knocked her over.” He admitted, moving you gently towards the chair and sitting you down in it. Turning his attention back to you, he asked, “You fall when I hit you?”

“Oh, no, it was like right before that. Like I said, it was just these stupid shoes. I’m okay, really.” You were lying about that last part, but it was okay. You were sort of endeared by his determination to help you, but you’d just inserted yourself into what seemed like a lovely guys’ night and you were beyond embarrassed. “I think I just need to take these off and I’ll be okay to go home.”

You moved to undo the strap of your shoe when the big guy’s hand gently shoved yours away. He was crouching down to do it for you. You were a little shocked by the bluntness of his actions. “I do.” He said, not even looking at you as he quickly unfastened the strap of your pump. You looked around at all the other guys- all remarkably beautiful men- and felt yourself turning beet red at their bemused expressions. They watched as this stranger- Geno, was it?- carefully examined your ankle through your black tights. “It’s very swollen. Looks bad. You need ice.” He stood back up and gave a quick look to the guy who’d spoken earlier.

“I’ll go grab some!” The guy said, cheerfully. He had a bit of an accent too. You began to wonder why these rich foreign guys were all gathered in this one bar.

“I’m really sorry if I’m like, intruding on your guys' night or anything. I really didn’t mean to.” You said, staring at the ground and wishing you weren’t so fucking awkward.

“Hey, no, it’s alright.” Another guy spoke up, the other one of the pair that’d watched you come in with Geno. He was standing a little bit behind you, to your right, and he came around to face you. “To be honest, we’ve been here a while and were getting pretty bored.” He laughed a little, before extending his hand. “My name’s Kris.”

You smiled, shaking his hand. You were happy to hear that you weren’t killing their party, even if you still felt like you were. “I’m Y/N.”

“And this is Geno.” Said Kris, introducing you officially to the kind but odd stranger who’d been helping you so far. “He’s a good guy. You’re in good hands.” He smiled at you again, before clapping Geno on the shoulder and turning to leave. “I’m gonna go see where Sid went with the ice.”

With Kris gone, it was just you and Geno, who had found himself a chair to sit in next to you. “Y/N is a pretty name.”

“Thank you,” you smiled, a little apprehensive of the new one-on-one format. You were both looking at the ground in your respective chairs. “Your accent, where are you from?”

“Russia. Lived there whole life. My English not so good, but it gets better.” He said with a dry little laugh, almost like he was apologizing.

“It’s okay, I know what you’re saying.” He smiled a little but kept his eyes trained downward. You only just noticed he was holding your shoe, and fidgeting with the buckle. He was blunt and awkward still, but you found yourself charmed by it. “So, are these guys your friends?”

“Teammates. We play hockey. Pittsburgh Penguins, baby.” He replied proudly.

“Wait, like the Pittsburgh Penguins? Like professionals?”

“Not like professionals, we are professionals.” He jabbed playfully, though you could tell he knew what you meant. He seemed to think he was pretty funny. You laughed too.

“I didn’t realize I was in the care of celebrities.” You looked up at Geno, who’s face told you that he thought you were decently funny too. He didn’t seem to mind being called a celebrity.

The two of you got to talking, mostly about what brought you both to the club. Geno was particularly interested in the tale of the waist-grabbing creep from earlier, and insisted that if you saw him again tonight, you’d point him out. The tiny inkling of protectiveness from your new friend and the subtle implication that you’d be hanging out with him all night made your stomach feel funny.

“You are tall girl. What you wear these, these stilts for?” Geno laughed, brandishing your shoe. He was a little drunk, and he was easing up to you. Over the course of the conversation, he’d turned his chair to face you and had put your injured ankle in his lap to elevate it.

“Because they’re cute! And my legs look short without them.” You laughed in reply, reaching out for your shoe. Geno pulled it back before you could grab it from him.

“No, no, they’re death traps. And you have nice legs, who told you you have short legs? Very pretty.” He said, still laughing. You got a little embarrassed. He was a very, very handsome guy, with big brown doe eyes and arms that could be the size of your head. You knew that with the whole NHL player thing, his cute accent and his looks he probably saw millions of gorgeous women on the regular. You tried to not put too much stock in his compliment, but you couldn’t help it.

“You think I’m pretty?”

“Of course. I think you beautiful.” He was looking up at you already when you pulled your eyes away from the ground. He had a little, earnest smile on his face, and he was looking at you through thick lashes. You were done for.

As if on cue, the two friends from earlier finally made their return. “Hey, sorry that took so long big guy. I ran out to the car to get some tape ‘n prewrap, we thought it might help you get through the rest of the night.” The shorter one said. “I’m Sidney by the way. It’s nice to meet you.” He set his stuff down and shook your hand, flashing you a dazzling smile.

“I’m Y/N.” You smiled. Sidney grabbed the roll of tan colored foamy looking stuff and moved back around. Geno reached out to take it from him, but Sidney didn’t notice. You moved your ankle off of Geno’s thigh and turned back to face Sidney, who was kneeling down in front of you.

“I’ll just wrap this up for you then, if that’s okay-”

“I do.” Said Geno, interrupting Sid. Geno reached over and took the prewrap out of Sid’s hands, and then turned back around to the table to find the scissors. Sid and Kris exchanged a look.

Sidney stood back up, putting his hands up as if to say okay, okay, you win. He threw you one last bemused smile.

“Alright then, you’ve got it eh?”

Geno nodded, not even looking at them.

“Alright, well I guess Kris and I’ll go get drinks or something. She’s all yours, bud.”

Geno offered another kurt nod, not taking his attention off his work prepping the wrap. Sidney and Kris walked away, laughing to each other. You didn’t understand.

“Hey, how come he couldn’t do it? Does he suck at it or something?”

“No, Sid’s good. Just not for you.” Said Geno, sliding back around to be in front of you again. He knelt down and took your ankle gingerly into his big hands. He didn’t explain anything, but began to quickly and masterfully wrap your ankle in the cushiony stuff.

“Why not?”

“Because. I want to.” You were a little dumbfounded, both by the quick, succinct actions of the man in front of you, and by the fact that he specifically wanted to do this. He could be getting drinks, too.

“But why?”

“Like I said. You’re beautiful. I’ll not let beautiful girl be charmed by Sidney Crosby.” He said, as if it were obvious. He said the name “Sidney Crosby” like it were a joke you weren’t in on. He stood up a little on his knees and reached behind you, grabbing the tape. “You ask many questions.”

“Sorry, I guess I just don’t really get it. I mean, you’re like, famous, and you could be doing anything else right now. Why are you spending so much time on me?”

“Because, it’s nice thing to do,” said Geno, going back over the tan stuff with a firm wrapping of white tape. You were surprised at how secure your ankle felt already. “It’s win-win. You get ankle taped, get no more pain, I get to look at pretty girl and have conversation.” He smiled again. He unbuckled and slid off your other shoe, before standing up and admiring his handiwork.

“Now,” he said, “try and stand.” You immediately felt scared. Although it felt much better and much more stable with the wrapping on it, you remembered how much it’d hurt to move just minutes ago.

The fear must’ve shown on your face, because Geno was instantly reassuring you. “Hey, it’s okay,” he said, with his strong voice instantly becoming softer. “I wrapped it good. My best. It’s very stable. You trust me?” He assured.

You nodded, still afraid, but tentatively, you stood up. You slowly rose to your feet, nervously allowing your weight to fall on both sides. It was definitely uncomfortable, but it wasn’t the shooting, throbbing pain like before. You were amazed.

“Hey, that’s моя хорошая! You did it!” He cheered, a big smile spreading across his face. He quickly reached out to help you, hands on both sides of your ribs, as he helped you take your first step forward. “It feels good?”

You nodded, smiling too. His joy and pride was contagious. He did wrap it good. Upon reading your face, he smiled even bigger, before the two of you realized you were standing very close. He steadied you quickly and let you go, stepping behind you to grab the rest of the stuff off the table.

“You want to go home?” He asked, stuffing the tape, scissors and prewrap in his pocket. You eyed him.

“With you?”

Geno was confused, and then entirely embarrassed. His face turned a little red. “No, no, I don’t mean, no-”

“It’s okay, Geno,” you laughed. “I know what you mean.”

He sighed in relief, before cracking a smile. “You think you funny?”

“Maybe a little?”

“Only a little. You got me little bit.” He laughed, coming back to you. “You want to call you a cab? I can carry you to car.” He offered.

“No, it’s okay,” you sighed. Truthfully, you did want him to call you a cab and carry you, but you couldn’t ask him to do that. “It’s expensive out here and I’m kinda heavy. I’ll walk. Besides, I’m all wrapped up now.” You meant your offer, but Geno dismissed it immediately.

“It raining and gross outside, and you have no shoes. You get my wrap all wet.” You tried to argue, but Geno ignored it. “It’s not safe. I carry.” He sent a quick text on his phone, presumably for the cab, and came back to you, holding his arms out. “It’s okay?”

You nodded, embarrassed. Geno scooped you up like it was nothing, holding you bridal-style with the bag of ice in his hands still. It was cold against your thigh, but you wouldn’t dare complain now. People were looking at you, naturally, and you got a little embarrassed. You could feel Geno’s big eyes studying your face, trying to ensure you were okay, so you tried to ignore how embarrassed you were.

He set off, weaving you through the crowd. He ran into Sid and Kris on the way out, letting them know you were leaving and promising to pay them back for the tab. They were a little confused, but not entirely shocked. What, did he do this often? Once again, you became nervous, not wanting to be his rescued damsel of the day, but it was hard to focus on that when you were being paraded around.

“Everyone’s looking,” you murmured, as Geno maneuvered you towards the door.

“They look cause they jealous,” affirmed Geno, skillfully getting the door open with his foot. “I have pretty girl and they stand around like chumps.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. That funny feeling in your stomach came back again when he called you pretty, amplified now by the way his arms held you up effortlessly and how close his face was to yours. You could feel his words vibrating in his chest as he spoke.

Finally, the two of you made it outside. It was raining, so he kept you under the awning. You shivered a little.

“You cold?”

“A little,” you said, trying to downplay your freezingness. He smiled at you and pulled you closer to him, shifting his arms to cover more of your skin. He didn’t say anything, but had a pleased look on his face, almost like he was happy to be what you needed.

A minute later, the cab pulled up, and Geno carried you swiftly inside. He set you down and stepped back.

“What, you aren’t coming?” Geno’s eyes lit up in surprise.

“You want me to come with?” He asked, perplexed.

“Well, yeah, how else am I gonna get inside?” You said, mimicking his isn’t-it-obvious tone from earlier. “Besides, you still have my shoes.”

“Oh, yeah,” Geno laughed, looking down at the black heels in his hand. You slid over to make room for him, and he deftly took the spot next to you. You gave the cabbie your address and the two of you set off towards your apartment. You hadn’t intended on taking anyone home tonight, and technically he was taking you home, but you couldn’t give up the feeling of his big hand resting on your thigh quite yet. You could tell he was nervous, so you offered him a smile. It’s okay, you thought, I trust you.

#crossposted on ao3 #my first fic #geno malkin #evgeni malkin #evgeni malkin x reader #pittsburgh penguins #sidney crosby #kris letang #protective geno #injured reader #fem reader #russian

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