#ice queen reader …. robotic …

[reiding-writing]

Okokokok

Cold!reader just looking in to spencers eyes just inches away from his face and saying "i feel things when im with you" after morgan called her ruler of all that is evil and stoic

MAJORITY VOTE [ONESHOT]

/məˈdʒɒrəti vəʊt/

morgan is convinced that you’re incapable of expressing human emotion, so you bring spencer in as backup to consolidate you.

WARNINGS: fem!reader, jokes about lack of emotional vulnerability

s5!spencer x cold!reader fluff 1.0k series masterlist!

a/n: on my productivity game rn 🫡 made this a little less on the nose but still the same vibes yk?

main masterlist!!

“Well well, if it isn’t my favourite robot, get tired of the icy planes of your snow kingdom and decide to come into work early today?” Morgan laughs at his own humour as you walk around the bullpen towards your desk, swivelling his chair in your direction.

“The coffee shop I go to was closed.” You dump your messenger bag on your desk with a loud ‘thud’. Clearly missing your morning coffee had put a damper on your already unenthusiastic mood.

“So we can be expecting even less humanity from you today, got it,” He shoots you a thumbs up with a laugh as he watches you slump down in your chair with a huff, audibly finding entertainment in your misery.

“I am perfectly human thank you very much,” You shoot him a glare across the diagonal of your desks as you unpack your bag for the day and dump it on the floor by your feet.

“No offence, but I’ve seen more emotional vulnerability in a rock,” You groan internally at his response, dragging the palm of your hand down your face. It was too early to be having this debate.

Any time was too early to be having this debate. Why did people constantly feel like they had to bring up the fact that you weren’t open with yourself? If you didn’t know Morgan was being completely unserious you’re sure you would have smacked him by now.

“I am very in tune with my emotions, you can ask Reid.”

Morgan laughs at your comment like you’d just told him the moon was made of cheese. “Please, Reid would take your side even if it was you calling doctor who the worst tv show to ever air, his opinion is completely biased,”

“That is not true, Reid is very logical in his opinions,”

“Thank… You?” You turn your head at the new voice in the conversation, Spencer glancing between the two of you with a confused expression etched onto his face as he wrings the strap of his messenger bag between his hands.

“Reid. Perfect timing.” You get up from your seat with a start, ignoring the pale pink shade covering his cheeks at your compliment. He chooses to take it as a compliment anyway.

You stop a few feet in front of him with your arms crossed tight across your chest and a determined expression on your face. “I have emotions don’t I?”

“I- What?” He blinks at you blankly in response, your question coming completely out of left field and not helped by the fact you’d essentially bombarded him the second he walked into the office and was now invading in his personal space.

“That’s a leading question,” Morgan drawls out his words with a shake of his head. “Leading questions lead to inaccurate results Ice Queen, you’re a Psychologist you know this,”

“Be quiet.” You turn to hush Morgan with a sharp movement of your hands before turning back to Spencer again, the confusion on his face only growing the longer the interaction goes on. “You’ve seen me display multiple different emotions haven’t you?”

“I- …Yes?” Spencer doesn’t look any less confused as he answers your question, but you take it as a win anyway as you gesture outwards to Spencer with a triumphant glimmer in your eyes.

“There. Proof.”

“I already said Reid is an unreliable source,” Morgan rolls his eyes with an amused expression at much you’re going out of your way to prove him wrong.

“Two sources.” you wave your finger between yourself and Spencer. “That’s majority vote,”

“Biased majority vote,”

“Maybe you just need to accept the fact that you’re not as good of a profiler as you think you are,” You shrug your shoulders nonchalantly.

“Hey woah now-”

Spencer continues to look between the two of you with absolutely zero idea of the context of the conversation, leaning slightly forward to speak over your shoulder to you. “….whats going on?”

“Nothing Reid, you’re fine,” You step to the side and encourage him forward with a hand on his arm, which he follows with no question despite still being entirely confounded at the situation, letting his bag fall to the floor as he takes a seat next to Morgan at his own desk.

“I’m still calling bias, that’s clear favouritism,” Morgan continues to stand his ground as you retake your own seat opposite Spencer, waving his finger at the two of you like a scolding parent.

“What’s favouritism?” Spencer tries to get insight on the conversation, but Morgan keeps his attention focused on shooting at you and not divulging why.

“It’s not favouritism, it’s fact.”

Morgan shakes his head with a huff, reclining back in his chair and crossing his arms. “It’s favouritism…” He was starting to loose his will to debate with you now, something you were definitely grateful about considering you’d now been arguing about your emotional state for over ten minutes.

“Sure sure whatever,” You wave Morgan off with a roll of your eyes, turning your attention to Spencer and giving him a short nod. “Thanks,”

He mirrored your nod with one of his own, eyebrows scrunched together and lips pressed into an awkward smile. “You’re welcome?”

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

knight!sae yes sure ari classic etc etc but . what exactly should reader be in this scenario ……

urge to write for sae gnawing at me but hmmmmm what would i even write …… T_T

[yandere-wishes]

⋆  ⋆ 𝕐𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕋𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕤//𝔻𝕣𝕒𝕓𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕤 ⋆  ⋆

Yandere drabbles (not fics, but equally as sweet)

Just shorter yandere ideas that me and the anons have come up with. If you're not in the mood to read long format 'x reader' stories then these goodies are perfect for you! Feel free to add/further discuss any ideas you may have regarding these snippets. Full Masterlists Here and Here

💜General

Genie's clothing brand (Melancholy and Pitch)

Yandere x Reader X Platonic!Yandere

Marry Me

If evil why husband?

Why did you start writing Yandere?

The darling with no attention span

Is he mentally unhinged?

They're perfect!!

My favorite Disney prince

My spirit is in the 70's

And now I have become her

My two types

💋💋💋

Just say I love you!!

This one is for the hot girlies

My aesthetic

How I write a resume

Nostalgia

I chose violence

I need more...

I have QUESTIONS

Men...

Fav Authors

Transformers terminology

The sons of sand😍🤩😍🤩

Tanjiro moodboard

Literal "bloodbath"

💜Genshin impact

▹▹General 

Just a dream

▹▹ Wriothesley

Yandere Werewolf Wriothesley

Yandere Werewolf Wriothesley part 2

Wriothesley's cute housewife

Making out with Wriothesley

You're so perfect. You're so scary

Wriothesley's cheerleader

▹▹Neuvillette

Neuvillette and darling at a ball

▹▹Scaramouch

Fluffy Scaramouch

Scaramouche x Ballarina!Reader

💜Barbie

Kens w/ self-harming reader

Kens w/ a Barbie who liked them before

How to love a Ken

Ken w/ a reader who has intrusive thoughts

Ken kidnapping a human

KEN-cerning

Fate

💜Star Wars

▹▹General 

💞Mandalorians💞

Anakin Skywalker and Darth Maul sharing a darling

🥰Head Empty Just Them🥰

An idea (ft. Maul, Anakin and Baby Luke and Leia)

Spoiled sith lords

Domestic life with Darth Maul and Anakin Skywalker

Future Sith lords drabbles

Maul's robotic legs and Grievous' body

A random cheerleader Au (read the comments)

Star Wars Prequel Analysis

Kiss the Mask (Yandere! Sith Lords)

Ancient Sith Lords(Marka Ragnos and Tulak Hord)

▹▹Anakin Skywalker

Anakin falling for his Padawan

Ghostface Anakin

Ghostface! Anakin future ideas

▹▹Darth Maul

Darth Maul taking a Nightsister as his queen

Darth Maul origins

Extracts from Darth Maul's journal

Pain and Pleasure ft. Darth Maul

▹▹Obi Wan Kenobi

"I'm staying with Obi Wan"

▹▹General Grievous

Cyborg lovers unite

The Bride of Grievous

▹▹Boba Fett

Yandere! Boba Fett x reader (Ft. Fennec Shand)

▹▹Clones

Yandere Fives

The clones sharing their lover

▹▹Savage Opress

Yandere!Savage and nightsister darling

▹▹Luke Skywalker

Luke my prince 😍

▹▹Revan

General yandere Revan headcanons

Revan w/ an unwilling and willing darling

▹▹Sol

Sol repressing his emotions

💜Dune

▹▹General

Paul and Feyd being cousins

Feyd my babyboi!!

Chase scene

Emperor Paul Atreides

💜Twisted Wonderland

General

Leona Kingscholar vs Fellow Honest

Dorm Leaders as french expressions

▹▹Fellow Honest

Fellow Honest feeding his darling sweets

Fellow Honest and his Darling (first/initial take)

Fellow Honest buying his darling luxurious gifts

Fellow Honest and his foxy nature

💜Marvel

▹▹ Tony Stark (Ironman)

Do it for HIM!

▹▹ Miles Morales

The prowler and 42!Spidergirl

▹▹Megneto

Megneto my love

💜Important/social commentary

Iranians and the Occupation of Palestine

💜Tokyo Revengers

Bonten!Baji

💜Jujutsu Kaisen

How to get an obsession

💜Honkai Star Rail

Boothill x Housewife!Darling

Never disrupt Boothill's naptime

Yandere!Boothill x Nihility Reader

Yandere!Sunday feeding his darling ice cream

💜Marvel

Yandere! Bucky Barnes moodboard

💜Wuthering waves

Somehow, this blew up🤷🏽‍♀️

[slowlyshamelesscolor]

Request list!

1. yandere slinky x stuffed squirrel reader

2. yandere jackson storm from cars headcannons

3. Yandere Fleegle x cat robot reader, can be oneshots

4. Yandere Captain Hook Headcanons

5. Yandere William Afton x female reader

6. Yandere Lotso Love Letter

7. Yandere SnowBall x Rabbit Reader

8. Yandere Ronno x Deer Reader

9. Yandere HollowKnight Grimm x Queen Moth Reader

10. Yandere HollowKnight Pale King x Moth Queen Reader

11. yandere Bambi's father (King) and deer reader

12. Yandere king Triton and wife reader.

13. yandere ash's human buizel x human Sylveon reader, where human Buizel gets jealous of floatzel for the reader, also reader is Dawn's pokemom,

14. You can do, Yandere human Diego x human Arctic Fox reader from Ice Age, that the reader helps Mani and Sid bring the baby to their family

[papayascookie]

hello! you can call me papaya! i am an autistic nonbinary/genderfluid asexual lesbian! i go by she/he/they/it with no preference, so use whatever you'd like to refer to me!

here, i will write cookie run x reader headcanons and such based on your requests! i might reach into bits of writing sooner or later, but for now it'll just be headcanons.

i play both ovenbreak and kingdom, but there are some characters i don't feel confident writing for. if i don't, i'll let you know.

rules for requesting and characters i won't write for below:

what i will do:

fluff

angst

hurt/comfort

sickfic

minor gore but i probably won't go too much into detail because it's not what i usually write hehe

hurt/no comfort (but i really don't prefer it)

x reader

possibly yandere or darker themes, but if i'm uncomfortable i will deny requests

queer themes

what i won't do:

anything not sfw (i'm not comfortable with it and i could never write it well, sorry!)

certain characters. if i feel like i can't write a certain character then i'll let you know.

anything pregnancy or wedding related. i'm not good at it.

gender specific stuff unless it's like. related to an lgbt thing. all readers are gender neutral by default and you can just insert different pronouns if you want

i'll write for child cookies but only platonically. if you want to know if i consider a character a minor shoot me an ask!

npc characters. i don't know them well enough, unfortunately. if there's an exception, i'll mention it.

i only write for crob/crk cookies. also if a cookie is brand new, i'd rather wait until the full update is over to get a grasp on their character. :)

and here's cookies i won't write! this is mostly because i feel as though i can't write them very well, so please be understanding!

gingerbright skater cookie zombie cookie angel cookie muscle cookie pilot cookie ninja cookie soda cookie devil cookie pistachio cookie cheerleader cookie skating queen cookie yoga cookie tiger lily cookie fairy cookie dr wasabi cookie mustard cookie macaron cookie matcha cookie red bean cookie ice candy cookie pink choco cookie red pepper cookie grapefruit cookie salt cookie roll cake cookie dj cookie marshmallow cookie ion cookie robot cyborg cookie prophet cookie cookiemals ice juggler cookie banana cookie aloe cookie wind archer cookie fire spirit cookie dark enchantress cookie millennial tree cookie (subject to change tbh)

kingdom exclusives: pinecone cookie candy diver cookie

as an extra note I WILL write choco werehound brute, but i will refer to her with she/her pronouns as i headcanon her as transfeminine.

not request related but please be kind! and when you send in requests try to be specific! like for example, (cookie) x shy! reader instead of just (cookie) x reader.

i hope this all makes sense! i hope i can write some good stuff!

[ectopolis]

as someone who is a stubborn completionist comic reader and a somewhat studied fan of DC in particular, this was the best & funniest post. "you guys haven't read the horror side of DC!" and then following that up with the flash is, like, the best. noted DC horror character barry allen. i'm calling the period in the 70s where barry was a republican to oliver queen's liberal to hal's shocked face of horror (yes, this was an actual title DC ran) the horror flash era.

i want to say that you are definitely right, but just like, substitute the flash for, like, the doom patrol. jane's powerset is by definition kind of infinite. cliff steele is a brain in a robot body who bashes his face into walls because he can't feel pain. negative man is... not altogether that different from danny, actually. alan moore's swamp thing, maybe one of DC's most famous horror titles of all time, features an issue where you find out the swamp thing isn't a person-crossed-over-with-plant-DNA, but a sentient plant that absorbed alec holland's consciousness before he died. that's also not all that dissimilar to what danny goes through, if not actually kind of worse. swamp thing's powers are also not that dissimilar, to be honest - there's one really funny bit (context: swamp thing and constantine fucking hate each other) where swamp thing has to possess constantine for a bit.... and he takes constantine's body to get a tattoo of a tree on his ass. i digress.

i'd also argue in favor of one dynamic in particular: as a character, danny is a spider-man pastiche, pretty obviously. but when spider-man was originally created, he was, like all other heroes at the time, a riff on the most popular, enduring symbol of superheroes: superman.

i love superman comics, like a lot, actually. superman comics have come to revolve around the question of giving a human person infinite physical power. there's no such thing as beating superman because the whole point is, you can't - clark's become so overpowered over the years that it's come to be meaningful within the story, like death of superman was only as impactful as it was because it was the death of fucking superman. clark's consistently depicted as always, always aware of his strength, because he can flick someone a mile away. (he does this to deathstroke once while drunkenly posing as bruce wayne. they actually hadn't met yet)

but in a real way, superman lives in a world of cardboard. there is next to nothing he can't destroy without even trying. his struggle has become power and how to wield it, power and how to manage it safely, how to use his senses without getting overwhelmed. powers so acute they cause sensory overwhelm are a superfam rite of passage, as is ethically dubious cloning, as is billionaires making tech to kill specifically you, as is growing up terrified of governmental vivisection. these things are in danny phantom because they're also features of spider-man comics, but spider-man got it from superman. there are comics where clark's hearing is so acute he can pinpoint batman's heartbeat across the planet. like, i don't do crossovers much, but i see a LOT of danny-meets-the-batfam (which is fine! i love the batfam! have your fun!) when my natural instinct is actually clark-takes-danny-to-space. i mean, clark literally has a glacier fortress of infinite ice where he houses endangered space animals. he keeps pet sun eaters. i don't even know what the fuck a 'sun eater' is but it's an alien pet and clark has a plurality of them, what more does a superpowered space geek need?

too many dpxdc headcanons about danny creeping the other heroes out that were obviously made by fans who havent read the more horror side of dc. danny would complain about slowly losing his humanity and the flash would say "i get that, i also died more times than i can count and im not sure if im fully human anymore" and they would high five and go get burgers together

[pianocat939]

Okay so I like really like your writing style and I would like to make a request!!

Can we see the boys with a reader that had drastic changes in temperature really easily? Like one second they’re burning alive and then the next their bundled in blankets.

Thank you in advance if you write this!!!

-👻

As someone who lives in a place where it's winter literally 7-8 whole months, I totally do not get this *cue awkward smile*. So most of the stuff written here is geared towards winter.

I split this into parts because I felt there can be both platonic and romantic reactions to this.

The Turtles with a Temperature Vulnerable MC

(There isn't much of a difference between romantic and platonic for Mikey + Raph. It's more for Leo and D'Nello)

Raph

- Platonic

Sorry guys I have to go back to his trauma again.

He worries a lot. It's obvious considering his Eldest Child Syndrome™

So much so that he carries around a bag filled with jackets/layers, ice packs, fans: and all that stuff when you guys leave either of your homes.

He tries to keep the temperature indoors as mild as possible, but it can get hard during the summer and winter months (winter especially 'cuz he's a reptile).

Will ask if you want hugs whenever you're cold. He may be a reptile, but I think he retains some warm-blooded traits from Splinter.

Learns how drinks are a great way to regulate temperature and asks Mikey to teach him how to make delicious beverages.

During winter he doesn't let you out until you have a coat and a light jacket on (trust me you get hot in winter coats really fucking easy).

"Nope. Not letting you out until you have them layers on."

Worried parent 1000%

- Romantic

Not too different from platonic, just more prone to be touchy.

Holds your hand(s) and cuddles if you if you're cold. And also because he's a cuddlebug.

He gets really pouty if you have to separate because you're too hot.

"If I were to cover myself in ice packs will you cuddle me?"

Leo

- Platonic

He will laugh whenever you have to change your surroundings/position because of temperature issues.

He might try to piss you off by stealing all the blankets or turning the heater/cooler to insane settings.

"Um, excuse me, I need all of these."

If he feels nice, on some days he'll hand you the things you need directly; might even teleport steal extra machinery for you.

Honestly, I think he would relate to your problem, but be the biggest drama queen about it. Like complaining extremely loudly.

Flaunts the number of blankets he has.

- Romantic

Is less snarky, but can be a little bug sometimes.

I think if we're speaking in a romantic sense he's more likely to expose his true feelings/intentions. I know it's not explicitly stated within the canon series/movie but based on my own interpretation I think he doesn't like exposing his feelings unless he really trusts that person.

So he'll express worry in a more intimate way.

He won't be all mama bear like Raph but does show some concern. He'll ask if you're alright and if you need he'll bring it right to you.

As I said before I do think he has a similar problem so he'll suggest you guys share a blanket or something to conserve as much heat.

"As soon as you get out I'm not letting you back in. This is my heat reserve."

Othello Von Ryan

- Platonic

Out of the three has the best assistance for temperature regulation.

He can easily construct a device that changes surrounding heat based on blood and heartbeat regulation.

He's iffy when it comes to helping you out that isn't biology or just in general science related. It's not that he doesn't understand it, he finds it inefficient that's all.

"Why waste time doing things that could maybe help when you know that the studies of science are more credible?"

No touch. Maybe robot arms with heating, but no actual touchy.

It's hot? Don't worry he got his beautiful ice maker in his battle shell.

He does not stand for complaining. Just tell him you're uncomfortable and he can fix it.

- Romantic

In a romantic sense, I think he's more likely to try to help in a non-scientific way. Again, it's not his preferred method but it can also be a data-collecting experience for him.

He'll ask more questions, trying to understand your individual biology.

"Is there a certain time interval when you feel you're personal comfort change?"

He really doesn't like it but if you need it very badly then he might give you a stiff hug or two. Awkward back pat gang

If you spend time in the lab with him then he'll make sure the environment is to your liking.

Asks Sheldon to watch over you if he's not able to be there at the moment.

I totally see him as a trench coat guy. Gifts you a matching one.

Mikey Wazowski

- Platonic + Romantic

Quite similar to Raph but has some distinct traits.

Will go overboard with everything because he's not entirely sure what you exactly need. Ex. 4-5 blankets or more than enough electric fans

Found frozen foods and used them in replace of ice packs once.

"I'm gonna find who stole them all because I am disgusted at myself right now!"

Uses his culinary skills as an advantage. Is it 3 star Michelin course shit? Indeed it is.

"I present to you my Ganache hot chocolate~"

He absolutely loves physical touch so keep that in mind. You'll have to pry him off you if you get hot though.

Donnie has to teach him how the thermostat works (it's not hard, he's just never used it before).

If you're ever under a blanket he'll try jumping on you.

(Sorry Mikey's is short I'm pulling all my brain cells trying to think of any possible ways)

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I tried. I really tried.

Also, I don't ever want to call Mikey "Mikey" ever again. He's "Mikey Wazowski" now.

- Celina

[jaybirdss]

How it feels to fall for Zane Julian

🩰, Had to keep you guys waiting. Enjoy <3

Gender neutral reader, dividers, no warnings just romance xx

Now playing … Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy , Queen

Falling for Zane is feeling the warmth spread across your face when you finally go in from playing in the snow. It’s the aesthetic joy of coming home to a warm fireplace, dancing with your lover in front of your winter decor while records play in the background of it all.

He’s the crisp, chilly fragrance in a candle store that leaves you heaving at the mere thought of the scent. the smell taking over your whole being and making you crave nothing but him.

Zane is the most precious and best boyfriend you’ll ever have. Please do keep him safe.

During his free time, he enjoys cooking with you, just having you in the kitchen helps him feel at peace throughout all the chaos. It’s simple domestic life that makes him smile and wish for a few extra moments with you.

His hands shaking around you and resting his hands against yours, guiding your hands as you slice vegetables or fold a sweet mixture together. His classic pink apron tied perfectly onto you, the mess of your kitchen shenanigans splattered against the bright yet faded fabric. Chin resting against your shoulder as he repeats instructions or reads off a recipe. Lost in how loved he feels when he’s close to you.

When he refers to you, he’s always so sincere and serious, barely even using your name.

“My dove” “Darling” “Angel” “Dear” “Sweetheart” “Dearest”

Parting ways will always leave you with a kiss to your temple, cheek, knuckles, and finally your lips. His cold titanium lips feel like heaven on your skin and his quiet chuckles just drive you to desperate insanity. His deep, sweet voice telling you he loves you and he’ll see you soon leaves the most pleasant butterflies in your stomach.

You’d fallen for each and every one of his gears, every faulty wire, switch, and piece of metal he’s made up of. Most importantly, you fell for Zane. Every aspect of him just reminds you of how unique he is, no matter who’s constructing, there’ll never be another Zane. Human, Droid, his only category is Lover.

You’d always known him as a robot, and that’s one of his biggest insecurities. Not being able to prove anything a human could. Despite all the times you say you don’t care, you can manage, how you adore him the way he is..he won’t truly accept it. he’ll believe you, yes, but nothing can fix how he feels about himself unfortunately

The team will always tease and berate him for how hopelessly in love he is, and how he acted so oblivious before you two became one. He’d never felt a feeling such as this, and he was very eager to learn. With a little time and effort, you taught him, building it up from the tiniest speck until it’s larger than Ninjago as a whole.

His mates will always welcome you into their home, seeing how you spark the greatest feeling Zanes ever felt, the Monastery is like a second home to you.

You’re his favorite topic, his favorite person, the only thing on his robotic mind. He’s vowed to protect you until the end of time. To love until there’s no more to give. Brief example; If there’s 100 people who love you, Zane is one of them. If theres 10, Zane is one of them. If there’s 1, it’s Zane. If there were none, Zane wouldn’t exist.

Transitioning to dates and such. He’s very old fashioned but still oh so romantic.

He enjoys taking you out to dinner, candles lit brightly amongst the dark room. Going out into the city, matching his clothes with yours and spoiling you with gifts and treats. Preparing pretty picnics for the two of you in the sunniest part of a flower field. Ice skating over a freshly frozen lake.

When there’s no time to plan, he can live with a simple movie date. But he tends to recommend the same movies a bit too often

“What about this one?” “Dear, we’ve watch Dead Poets Society twice this week.”

He likes sticking to the things he’s seen. No matter how much he watches it he’ll always wanna watch it again. He likes dramas, and romance movies, curled up with you by his side the whole time, fingers toying your hand as he watches the movie.

But he will admit he likes watching comedies from time to time.

I won’t sit here and lie, tell you he’s 100% perfect, because he isn’t. He’s the dryest texter you’ll ever meet.

He eventually came around to your emoticons and hearts made with 3’s.

Falling for Zane is a plethora within your heart. It’ll stay full of joy and sweetness.

[writer-akihiko]

so mc running away i love it the angst 👌 so if its alright can you the same but with the dorm leaders?(pls do a good ending my poor heart cannot take it-༎ຶ‿༎ຶ)

Dorm Leaders + MC Running Away

So I apologise for the lack of happy endings, if you want to call it that. The scenarios turned out much more different than the First Years probably because of the power gap I had in mind. Also, for anyone wondering, the Vice Dorm Leaders will have a shot of saving you next! When I get to it... Cut for length. Also please help to share because I limited the tags!

Warnings: Character Death [Not you or the main boy], mentions of abuse and emotional manipulation [On the Reader] and violent actions [The Dorm Leaders]

"I'm not going back."

"Wh... What?" He was astonished. "YN... I've looked far and wide for you- please-"

No words left his mouth as you stepped away from him, tears in your eyes and you were going to make a run for it again.

Malleus Draconia

Your words struck a chord in him. He didn't mean it, but when you said that you weren't going back, he almost lost control. What did you mean you weren't going back? You promised him to be his Queen!

No... he's not accepting this. His Queen deserved better. His larger hands encircled your wrists, stopping you in your tracks. No matter how much you tugged and pushed, Malleus' strength was beyond you. In your sole despair, you fell in his embrace.

Every ache and injury struck your core, as you cried your heart out. "I can't go back Malleus," you whimpered. "I... I'm sorry."

Your hands gripped tighter onto his clothes. "I don't mean to fight against you, I-"

The Fae Prince sealed your bruised lips with his own, pulling your smaller form into his lap as he took in the moment of the bittersweet, longing kiss. "YN... listen to me," He said, his own ice cold tears falling onto your cheek, healing your wounds. "You never have to apologise for your suffering. Not even to me."

Malleus held you close as you drowsed off. The gentle smile hardened into a growl, as his back arched, black wings bursting out of his body. Malleus, in his dragon form, summoned the thorns to protect you, holding you as if you were his personal dragon hoard…

The principal, or more accurately the culprit, Dire Crowley was a fool to step out. It disgusted Malleus to his very core, his claws setting the very ground on fire as Crowley stepped closer. No words were exchanged between them. For all the suffering you faced, it was to be paid in tenfold as the dragon took a deep breath, releasing the fire in his chest.

"It was a fraction of her suffering…"

Riddle Rosehearts

He was ballistic. Riddle had been eager to bring you back immediately, but the sheer refusal and attempt to run away made him think that you hate him. He was blaming himself, sobbing to the ground.

Riddle's breakdown made you stop. No matter what you did, you still love him. Riddle's hiccups of sobbing paused at the feeling of your arms wrap around him. He wanted this, he wanted your warmth, he wanted- no… he needed you so badly he'd ceased to function without you.

"I don't hate you Riddle," You said, kissing his tears away. Your pretty Queen of Hearts had ruined the uniform he so proudly kept up with and Riddle himself was unkempt. Riddle cradled your sore body, letting you tell him your stresses and your breaking point abused over and over again by Crowley.

Riddle's heart softened ever so much for you, as he realised that he was to a fault as well. It was then he started to cry for you. "YN… I… I lost control. I know I can't be forgiven for the stress you went through so-"

"Rosehearts! You found her, how wonderful!" The jovial Principal cried out. In his hand was a magic tracking spell and that's when Riddle was struck with guilt once more. He doomed you, again. He… no, he refuses to end it this way.

Your loving self became meek, frightened by the aspect of being under Crowley's care once more. You trembled, reaching out to the hem of Riddle's coat. "Riddle… Please don't let them take me…"

He pulled you up, whispering to you. "When I cast my magic, run YN."

"Ridd-"

"Never thought you'd defy me, Rosehearts. Being a law abider and all~"

"Off With Your Head."

Kalim Al-Asim

"Y-YN?"

Kalim desperately hung onto your ankle, on his knees, begging and bargaining you to stay.

"YN… Please don't leave me again," He begged. "I'll… I'll stop dragging you to parties! I'll get you anything you want just please… please come back to me."

His tears wet your foot, as his grip left light marks on your ankle. Kalim never meant to harm you. He was so desperate to make you stay, but in his heart, he knew that he didn't have the strength to keep you with him if you desired to leave.

"How could you think that?!" You cried out. You stooped to Kalim's level, tackling him in hug so hard that he crashes to the ground. "I… I'd never leave you if I had the choice! I couldn't stand NRC anymore…"

You sobbed into Kalim's chest, wondering when it'd all end. You could never refuse Kalim, but what about everyone else? What about Crowley? Your spine shivered at the monster's name, wanting everything to disappear except for you and Kalim.

Kalim didn't know what to do. He didn't understand why Crowley would do such a thing to you. If Crowley was causing you such pain… He'd just have to get rid of the problem. You only deserve the best, after all. It's not his fault, nor is it yours.

You had cried yourself to utter exhaustion. Kalim gently wrapped you up in his jacket, cradling you to his chest. As if clockwork, Crowley appeared to the heartwarming scene, simply glad that you were going to be returned.

"Al-Asim, Dire should patch her up nicely-"

"No."

Crowley coughed. "What was that?"

"I said no," Kalim reiterated. "I have no reason to listen to you…"

"Since YN and I aren't your students anymore."

Azul Ashengrotto

How grateful he was to find you near the water. He almost turned red at the thought of you willing to search for him. Azul never thought you'd long for him this way, but you knew him, and you knew him well.

As if on cue, you looked beyond the trees to see your beloved, running from the sandy shores barefoot to be caught by your precious Azul. Azul doesn't have the best reflexes, trying to catch you without hurting you.

Azul took one good look at you, and the sight was enough to make him cry. Messy hair, cuts and bruises littering your skin possibly from running through the rocky forest, feet with sores from rocks… and tearful, sorrowful eyes.

Not an inch of sadness deserved to touch you. That was one of his core beliefs. He didn't say anything to prompt you to tell about what you'd been suffering. He knew. He knew every line of the story, and it made him ever so guilty that it led to this. If he just paid more attention to you, or at least try to.

Azul offered you everything. An ear to listen and his body for comfort, with his arms wrapping about you. If the simple action was enough for your forgiveness, he'd do it over and over again.

It was for a moment Azul held you, before running the water with you in tow. From the forest emerged the tweels, but what was behind you made you scream. Crowley, with his magic, retaliating against the twins' magic.

Azul wrapped you around his tentacles, drifting further into the ocean with you. He bent down to whisper in your ear. "YN, close your eyes. Don't look."

You shut your eyes tight as you did, hiding yourself in Azul's chest, away from the scene.

"May we never see you again, Crowley."

Azul and the twins in their merforms plummet into the ocean, deep down where Crowley would never come to touch you.

Idia Shroud

He wasn't surprised that the huge robot scared you. It was his secret project after all. He immediately let himself out of the robot, but he was hesitant to step into the forest. Idia was scared, but he still had to protect you!

"Y-YN..."

"Idia!..."

You stopped running, seeing your boyfriend pop out of the robot. Idia was quick to get over his reluctance as his panic shifts to your injuries instead. He wanted to cry out of joy from the mere chance of finding you.

Idia tried to treat your wounds as best as he could with the emergency kit conveniently equipped [he really did think of everything] although his wrapping technique was unkempt at best.

Idia's attempts to heal you made you forget of all the suffering. You couldn't help but laugh, realising how much you missed Idia. He knew that you needed this time. Oh, how he wanted to whisk you away...

But he might as well. You're his, right?

Crowley didn't get close to reaching you. Idia thought of it all. He tracked every move the principal made, fooling Crowley to think that Idia was with you the entire time, with the tracking device that Crowley so faithfully gave him.

"How desperate... it's honestly funny..." Idia scoffed at the idea of Crowley getting to you.

With the S.T.Y.X androids, Idia confronted Crowley, who was in sheer confusion.

"Crowley… burn in hell."

Leona Kingscholar

Leona didn't hold back. He couldn't believe you would say such a thign to him… The only conclusion he reached to was that you hated him. You hated his very core, just like everyone else… He was scared. It frightened him to the core that after everything he did, you still hated him.

"YN… stop fucking around with me," He said, grabbing onto your wrist. He wasn't about to throw a tantrum then and there. He had to get things straight. "Hey… tell me. Was I just a waste for you?"

"W-What are you talking about Leona?" You pushed against his chest, trying to get some distance but Leona was way stronger than you. The lion couldn't listen to reason. He simply went on about how you must've hated him, and how much you despised him.

"Did I mean nothing to you, YN?" Leona was shaking, his shoulders trembling from the mere thought of hearing those words.

You wrapped your arms around Leona, pulling him in close. "I never did… How dare you think that you stupid lion?!" You said, sobbing your heart out. You were equally hurt, but you never once thought Leona would think such a thing.

The emotional reunion was interrupted by the principal himself, pretending to be moved by such a scene. The false pretense of safety caught on to you, and you were sent into a panic, clinging onto Leona for fear of your life.

"I hate you!" You yelled, your body crumpling to the ground just as Leona caught you. "I hate you, I hate you. I don't want to go back, don't make me!"

If you were to scream anymore, you might collapse from exhaustion. Leona was quick to carry you in his arms, holding you close to his chest, where you were comforted by his heartbeat.

"Hoi, good for nothing principal," Leona called out, a single claw drawn out, igniting his Unique Magic.

"Move before I turn you to sand."

Vil Schoenheit

He was stunned to see you in such a state. He called out for you, and you stopped in your tracks. Was he that incompetent that he can't keep you with him? Did he not treat you right? Was his mere presence just torture for you?

Vil couldn't keep it in anymore. He needed to know. "YN… why won't you come back? Tell me, is it my fault? Am I not worthy of you?!"

The once prideful queen fell into shambles of insecurity as his mind won't stop painting images of you walking away from him, of you calling him your doom, of him being your captor… No, he didn't mean it…

"Was I the villain in your story?! WAS I?!"

Vil had never cried as much as he did. He needed to know that you didn't of him as a nuisance. He really was worthless if he made you feel unwanted… so please, he needed an answer.

"How could you think that, my love?"

You stooped to Vil's level, brushing away the tears that ruined his makeup with your very hands. Oh, your poor Vil… You were too selfish, thinking of your own suffering. With Vil in your arms, you felt whole once again. You gave Vil your actual answer, relenting every moment of your stress that stemmed from Crowley.

Oh… how his sweet potato must've suffered. Vil had a stuck of guilt, considering that he was under an Overblot as well. No matter, he had to make things right. For your sake, for his love's sake.

"YN, Crowley is trying to find you. But I… I have to set things right," He said, pulling you up.

The rustle of leaves had you on guard as from it came Dire Crowley, revelling in the scene.

"Schoenheit. You are supposed to bring LN YN to me immediately as I ordered."

Vil for once scared you. It scared you how enraged he was, and your heart wrenched at seeing the ink droplets by his hand.

"Vil, don't you dare-"

He turned back to you, whispering for you to run to Rook's safety. "Don't cry, my love."

You tried to hold the tears once again as you saw Vil shifting forms to an ink-like mess, this time his rage directed at Crowley. You could only run away, praying in your heart that Vil was safe.

[reiding-writing]

Hey can i ask for cold!Reader where someone calls her heartless and stuff like that, cuz u know, she has that reputation, and then Spencer finds her crying and comforts her?? cuz she has feelings but it is hard to show them

BREAKING THE ICE [ONESHOT]

/ˈbɹeɪkɪŋ ðiː ɑ́js/

Sometimes people just cry, there doesn’t really have to be a reason. But when you have a reputation for being cold and uncaring, being emotionally vulnerable with other people isn’t very easy. Spencer doesn’t care though, he’ll get through to you either way.

s7!spencer x cold!reader h/c 2.3k series masterlist!

WARNINGS: fem!reader, depictions of a panic attack, reader is a lil mean to spencer but it kinda comes with the territory

a/n: cold!reader is my roman empire i love writing emotionally complex characters man (i also feel the need to let everyone know that this fic was originally called ‘micheal in the bathroom’)

main masterlist!! ⋆｡°✩ part two!!

You hated crying.

You hated the way it made you look, with tears staining your cheeks and a blotchy complexion from your fluctuating temperature, the way your shoulders trembled like a leaf in the wind.

You hated the way it made you feel, your throat tight and constricting your airflow, your head pounding with an impending headache from your irregular breathing and the constant dread at the idea of somebody finding you in the state you were in.

The worst part was you didn’t even have a valid reason to be crying. You hadn’t gone through a life-altering trauma, you hadn’t lost anyone, hell you hadn’t even had a mild inconvenience today; But here you were, crying in the unisex toilets during your lunch break, because apparently the gods had decided your life wasn’t miserable enough already.

Your hands gripped the edge of the sink like it was your only anchor to the physical world, your hands tensing so hard that your knuckles were turning white and the tips of your fingers were beginning to ache.

Your laboured breathing was echoing through the stalls, reminding you of just how pathetic you sounded and only amplifying that sinking feeling in your chest that decided to invade your mind for no apparent reason and rip your brain to pieces until the only thing you could think of was how horrible you felt.

You weren’t just crying anymore. It was like your body was trying to tear itself up from the inside out. And there was no reason for any of it.

Then there was a soft knock on the door, almost quiet enough that you couldn’t hear it over the sounds of your own anguish.

It was to be expected at some point you suppose, you’d locked the outside door instead of just locking yourself in one of the stalls, providing you with complete privacy for your breakdown but also inconveniencing the rest of the office by taking up twelve stalls instead of just one.

Still, you weren’t ready to unlock the door yet. There was no way in hell you were going to let one of your coworkers walk in and see you bent over one of the sinks like the pathetic failure you felt.

You had a reputation to uphold. They could find another bathroom to piss in.

You weren’t ‘heartless’ by any means, but you were strong, and that is what your coworkers needed to see, not this.

You didn’t mind being called an ‘ice queen’ by Morgan every morning if it meant that they didn’t see you like this. You didn’t mind keeping a barrier up between you and the rest of your team if it meant that you didn’t break down in front of them. But god sometimes you wished they’d see you as more than a wall of stone with no emotional capacity so that you could actually have someone to lean on in moments like this one.

But you suppose that half of it is your fault. They wouldn’t see you as some emotionally removed robot if you weren’t presenting yourself like that in the first place.

There’s another knock at the door, joined by a voice this time, Spencer’s voice, and it was calling your last name.

He was literally the last person you wanted to see.

Of all the people on the team, Spencer had been the one to slowly chip away at the obsidian shield you protected yourself with, and with no force whatsoever. He’d settled for taking place besides you and letting you acclimate to him in your own time. He never pried or pushed, he respected your boundaries and your wish to not get emotionally attached, and he never judged you for how you presented yourself to the world.

He was the best type of person that you could surround yourself with, and that made him the worst type of person for you to see right now.

You’re trying to compose yourself, not make your emotional rampage worse at the hands of someone so caring that your walls may as well be made of glass and have them shattered the second his breath hits their surface.

The knocking doesn’t stop whilst you mentally curse Spencer’s kindness in your head, nor does his voice, but he’s transitioned from calling your last name to calling your first. It’s not helping.

“I’m fine Reid,” You strain your voice so it doesn’t crack under the weight of your emotions, closing your eyes so you don’t have to face your reflection in the mirror. “Just give me a few minutes.”

“Are you sure?” You can hear the concern lacing his voice even through the way it’s muffled by the two inches of wood between you. “The average time taken by women when going to the bathroom is 4 minutes and 39 seconds, you’ve been in there for over 12 now,”

Curse Spencer Reid and his inherent ability to make everything logical.

“I’m fine.” Even in a state of absolute distress you still manage to push absolutely everyone away.

“I really don’t want to pry but you don’t sound fine,”

“Reid, leave it.” You know he’s not going to. He might stop trying to verbally get you to admit your feelings, but you know for a fact that when you open that door he is going to be waiting for you on the other side.

You’d given Spencer a bit too much leeway in not enduring the wrath of your psychological defences, and now he’s slowly becoming impervious to your dismissals.

He’s not as intimidated by you as he was four years ago, and it is not doing wonders for your attempts at keeping people at an arms-length.

You’re going to have to face him eventually.

You take in a deep breath as you resign yourself to your fate, inhaling until you can feel the pressure of your lungs against your diaphragm and letting it out slowly through your mouth, forcing your heart rate to slow to an acceptable level as you swipe your index fingers under your eyes to rid your cheeks of the mascara stains painting your face.

You glare at yourself in the mirror as you try to make yourself look presentable again, wetting your hands and pressing them to your cheeks to cool down your face and fixing the wrinkles in your shirt from having been bent over in an awkward position for so long.

You’d say it worked to an extent, and the natural narrowing of your eyes in your resting expression helped to hide the pink irritation from you rubbing them constantly over the last ten minutes, but you worked with profilers, so you’re sure they’d be able to see right through you.

Alas, you’d made your bed by crying in the office bathroom in the first place, now you had to lie in it.

The clicking of the lock as you open the door stirs Spencer’s attention, and he stops leaning against the wall with a furrowed expression to stand straight in front of it like a pet waiting for their owner to come home.

You’re fairly confident in the stability of your emotional state as you open the door to enter back into the office, and that confidence is immediately ripped away the second you meet Spencer’s eyes.

The look on his face is nothing less than absolute concern for you, and it causes the wafer of your remaining emotional shield to disintegrate as soon as those hazel eyes lock onto yours.

You swallow back a lump that rises in your throat at his gaze, averting your eyes from him as you feel them prick with tears again and turning your body back in the direction of the bathroom you’d emerged from, fully intent on locking yourself back in there for as long as it takes for you to get yourself under control.

You cannot believe you just allowed Spencer to see you like that.

“Hey-” Spencer catches the door with his foot as you try to close it on him, most definitely causing him pain in the process from how quickly you tried to slam it behind you. But his expression didn’t show that, it continued to show that soft, sweet kindness that was entirely concerned for your well being. “You’re not fine…”

“No shit Sherlock-” You take in a sharp breath through your nose as you speak, your tone harsh and icy as you turn your head over your shoulder towards him. He knew it was an emotional defence mechanism, but it still stung just a little.

Spencer sighs softly as he follows into the bathroom after you, locking the door after him like you had done earlier to provide you with at least a bit of the privacy you desired. He wasn’t exactly sure to to approach the conversation about what you were feeling with you, afraid that if he misstepped he’d only push you further into your emotional pit of solitude.

“Did you know that a person’s emotional state is best presented in what they wear?” Resorting to statistics was always the first choice. “Studies have shown that the type and material that a person’s clothes are, as well as they way they’re worn, correlate with the type of emotions they are feeling,”

You’re wearing a shirt and slacks, which most would agree was fairly typical office attire, he was wearing almost exactly the same. But you’d undone an extra button on your collar today, presumably to try and help alleviate the restricting feeling against your throat, and your slacks were wide-legged instead of straight-legged like usual which was likely again to try and help with the constriction you were experiencing.

If he had to wager a guess, he’d say you woke up on the brink of an emotional breakdown today, which meant that it wasn’t caused by something that had happened during the day. That usually left the only explanation as something much deeper at play than just some off-hand experience.

“And let my guess, my clothes are displaying complete patheticness?” You gesture your hands exaggeratedly as you turn around to face him once more, the tears rolling down your cheeks illuminated underneath the overhead lighting. “Because that’s how I feel right now,”

“Being upset doesn’t make you pathetic at all-” Spencer sounds genuinely offended at the idea of you finding yourself pathetic for feeling regular human emotions. There was nothing wrong with crying or being emotionally overwhelmed. “It’s a beneficial part of human nature,”

“It doesn’t feel very ‘beneficial’ to me,” You lean your lower back against the line of sinks as you continue to blow of his attempts at opening an emotionally vulnerable conversation with you, but you also weren’t completely shutting him down either.

Spencer takes a step closer, his eyes still filled with genuine concern. "I know it might not feel like it now, but allowing yourself to feel and express these emotions is healthy. It's okay to not be okay sometimes."

You let out a shaky sigh, feeling a bit of the tension ease out of your shoulders at his words. Maybe he was right. Maybe it was time to stop pretending everything was fine when it wasn't. "I just... hate feeling like this," you admit quietly, your voice barely above a whisper.

Spencer nods in understanding, his expression softening even more. "I get it, I really do. But you don't have to hide what you’re feeling because you’re trying to protect yourself. I'm here for you, whatever you need."

His words hit you harder than you expected, and for a moment you feel like your mind is just going to give in and forget everything that had become a staple of your character so that you could feel that emotional connection that you knew was going to be good for your mental health.

But if wasn’t exactly that easy.

You offer him a small, tentative smile, grateful for his unwavering support even though you weren’t going to actually take it. Not entirely anyway. "I appreciate that,"

He returns your smile with one of his own, small and awkward and the perfect encapsulation of Spencer’s character. “Of course,”

He knew you weren’t just going to magically change your personality and start emotionally leaning on him, but he was glad that you were acknowledging his efforts in at least trying to be a pillar of support for you.

You’d stopped crying now, so that was a good sign in itself that the conversation had benefited you in some way or other, and for now, that was enough.

You could think about the complications later.

part two!!

[railroad-migraine]

Reuniting with the Crown Keepers

Some headcanons that I wrote today. I'm dealing with a family disaster at the moment so this was kinda a distraction when I should have been doing my storyboard project but it's all good.

Enjoy this GN!Reader leaving Bell's Hells with Dorian and Cyrus, and returning to their significant other x

~ Poet

Dariax

He tries to appear calm and collected when his gaze slides past Dorian and his brother, to you, in the middle of greeting the girls. He's itching to run over and hug you, but he doesn't want to come on too strong. So he spends the first few minutes of your return catching up with the prodigal bard and realising he's got something against Cyrus.

When you glance his way, he makes an effort to avoid eye contact, trying to be as aloof as he can be. When you manage to pry yourself from Opal's hug and stand before him, he casually leans on his spear and says "Hey you~ Missed me? Finally got bored of your vacation?" With a soft smile, you remind him that it was a mission on Orym's behalf, but he waves your comment away. You totally missed him.

You met a robot?? That's so fricking cool, what?? And you fought a wall that ate people?? He groans in frustration when you tell him about all the people you've met and the badass stuff you did, but brightens up when you promise to take him on an airship one day.

He's got his chin perched on your shoulder at the gambling table, gazing up at you with devoted heart eyes as you retell some of your Bell's Hells adventures. In the middle of one of you stories, he tugs on your shirt collar so you are at his height, before sealing his lips to your own - he doesn't care about looking cool anymore, he is just so happy to have you back. (Even if you brought Dorian's brother who's on thin ice) Totally asks for a second kiss for luck when it's his turn in the game.

Fy'ra Rai

Her hands flex on where she's gripping her staff, her mind elsewhere when you step into the tavern. She shakes her faraway thoughts away when Dariax excitedly points you out amongst the crowd, perfectly blended by yourself but sticking out like a sore thumb with the Wyvernwinds in tow. The corners of her lips twitch upwards, the reality that you're back comforting.

Her posture straightens and she manages to restrain herself while you accept Opal and Dariax's greetings, giving you a moment to reacquaint yourself with them. The moment they've turned to Dorian however, she pulls you into a brief, but tight hug, her grip like a comforting vice before pulling away. Not one for too much public displays of affection, she gingerly lifts your hand and places a chaste kiss to your knuckles.

"I, ah..." Her hair flickers briefly, wild and untamed, and your face warms at her sudden shyness. "I trust that your trip went safely and according to plan, yes? Tell me, how are Fearne and Orym? Still alive, one can hope."

Should you bring up the tiny werewolf and sweet, half-dead woman in your newfound adventuring party, she simply rolls her eyes lightheartedly - and she thought this was a chaotic bunch to watch out for.

Opal

"Get out of my way! They just came back from Marquet!" There's a loud commotion when she spots you at a distance, a blue skinned genasi on either side of you, and breaks into a full sprint. She pushes through the crowded tavern and nearly ends up tackling you to the ground with her hug. You stumble and hold onto her for balance as she squeals, "I knew you'd come back to me. Get a load of that, Ted!"

She feels... Different. You can't quite place it, because she looks just as you remember her before the whole Spider Queen situation, but when she leans back from your embrace there's a slight shimmer and delay around her forehead, as if there was an overlap of realities.

Despite your concerns, you happily accept the slightly sticky kiss she presses to your cheek, accompanied by the many smaller ones peppering the rest of your face. Opal is buzzing with energy now that you're around again, so excited to what you both will get up to together. She immediately starts asking about your latest adventures and new group of friends.

She's particularly interested in your retired warrior/baker employer, what with her Byroden pie customs. She also wants to hear about your new telepath friend who also hears voices that don't belong to her and has a dazzling and unique hair colour... Remind you of anyone?

[mercieshana]

Can You Keep A Secret (Ch.2)

Pairing: Athlete! Jungkook x Female reader

Genre: Fluff, Smut (eventually), College AU...

Teaser: Living a double life, you were your college’s student body president, ice queen and defender of women by day, but, due to your need for cash, by night you were a maid at a maid café. This was a secret, until a popular athlete walked into the café you worked at and caught you in the act! Would he keep your secret?

Chapter 1

Word Count: ~1.5k

Author's Note: Hey! I hope y'all enjoy this 2nd chapter. I usually only do one-shots so this is a bit different from what I am used to. I really do hope you guys like this and please let me know if you are interested in a part 3.

“Here you go, master,” you said through gritted teeth as you approached Jungkook’s table and almost robotically served him the omelet rice he had ordered. He had purposely sat in your section, so you would have to serve him and earned more than two eye rolls from you.

“Wait, I think you forgot something,” he pointed at his omelet rice and then the menu in which the image of the dish had ketchup writing on it.

You turned on your heel, as you were just about to walk off and disappear back into the kitchen to avoid him. After seeing what he had meant, you reluctantly picked up the ketchup bottle and leaned in to decorate the food. Unbeknownst to you, Jungkook was carefully watching you, your moves, your hair and he really loved the outfit on you, he could not take his eyes off of you.

“I want it to say—hey!” he complained, after you had spelled out “idiot” on the omelet with the ketchup, not really giving him a chance to say what he would have liked it to say.

“Enjoy it, master,” you said cheekily, almost skipping back into the kitchen while laughing to yourself.

It honestly did not matter much to Jungkook, as he chuckled to himself after watching you and ate the omelet, not leaving anything on the plate behind. Before you knew it, it seemed that Jungkook had left. He must have gotten the check with another maid at the café, but that did not really bother you.

“I’ll be heading out,” you shouted, closing your locker after changing and heading towards the door.

“Bye” and “get home safe” is what your colleagues had shouted in response and you wished them the same.

As you opened the heavy door, the cool air outside hit you and when you exhaled you could see your own breath. You glanced up into the sky and it was filled with starts, each of them shining very brightly and illuminating the otherwise dark night.

“There she is,” you heard a voice say.

Your head immediately tilted in the direction and you saw it familiar owner. Ugh…Jeon Jungkook. Not again. You swiftly shut the door behind you, not wanting any of your colleagues to know that you two knew each other and rushed towards him.

“What are you still doing here!?” you were utterly confused as to why he was still here and did not already pass on the news to the whole darn school.

He was an athlete after all and guys are usually the biggest gossips anyway and athletes with all that locker room talk are honestly the dang worst.

“I just wanted to verify that it was 100% you, but now, after seeing you in regular clothes,” he looked you up and down, his brown eyes slightly hanging on to each of your features, as his lips curled up into a smirk, “I am sure.”

“Yeah, it’s me…,” you admitted the obvious and, at this point, the undeniable, a hand of yours raking through your hair while you sighed.

“I’m intrigued…why are you working here as a maid?” he asked, but before you could truly answer his question you heard chatter coming from behind you and the handle to the back door of your job turning.

“Let’s go somewhere else,” you quickly grabbed his hand and raced through the dark alley, the crowded streets and to a 'lowkey' playground that nobody was going to be around.

By the time you arrived at the playground, you realized Jungkook was also holding your hand and you pulled your hand back almost as fast as you could. Nope, no physical contact or falling in love with a jock, you thought to yourself.

“Cute,” Jungkook chuckled in response and you simply ignored it as you sat down on one of the swings.

“Whatever…,” you replied, starting to swing back and forth, “you wanted me to answer your question right?”

He took a seat on the swing right next to yours, both of you looking into the sky and at the stars, as you began to explain.

“Well, my dad left my family with a bunch of debt after gambling, so that’s why I work here. This job is the only one that pays as well as it does and it does not conflict with my school schedule or my duties as Student Council President,” you elaborated, your eyes now focused on your feet that we’re kicking at the small stones under you.

It was quite the hard topic for you to talk about, but whenever you did address it, nowadays, it always left you with a numb feeling.

“Ah, I see,” Jungkook said, prompting you to look in his direction.

His dark hair was glimmering in the moonlight, as his porcelain skin seemed to be glowing. Even though you hated his and actually almost every mans’ guts, you had to admit that he was handsome now that you were really focused on him.

“So…is everyone at school going to know my secret tomorrow?” you went on to ask the question that had been burned into your mind for the past hours.

“Mmmm, I don’t think I’m going to tell,” he replied.

“What? Why not?” you were shocked, but thankful and now curious as well.

Jungkook had seemed like he would love to have some kind of trump card against you and make you have a fall from grace. Maybe…he was not as bad as you thought he was?

“Because, I want this to stay our little secret…but there is one condition,” he uttered mysteriously and your brow furrowed.

“What condition…?” you looked him up and down in complete confusion.

“Be my personal maid,” he said seriously, getting up from the swing and now standing in front of you, his hands on either side of the chains holding the swing in place.

“What?!” maybe he was as bad as you thought.

“I’ll keep our little secret then. You can continue your life as the icy queen of our school and nobody needs to know about your life as a maid. All you need to do is agree to be my personal maid,” his hand came down to hold on to your chin and tilt it up, so you were looking right into his eyes.

"Deal or no deal?" he smirked confidently.

Your eyes were wide in surprise. You did not know what to say and you had also never been in the position where a guy had held onto your chin in such a way. Honestly, you had no real experience with a guy at all, maybe that’s why your heart skipped a beat.

In all honesty, what choice did you have? Being his personal maid, although it seemed repulsive, was better than having everyone at school know and make fun of you. You had things you needed to do and wanted to accomplish and you did not want the secret that you had kept so well to get in the way of things now.

“Deal, but what do these personal maid duties entai—,” you were cut off by his lips that were now pressed against yours.

Your eyes went wide in surprise as his soft lips firmly moved against yours. By the time you realized what was happening, you moved back and tried to push him off, but that only resulted in you falling backwards. Luckily, or unluckily, whichever way you want to take it, Jungkook’s stopped you from falling and raised you back up to stand on your two feet.

“W-what was that for?!” you lightly punched him in the chest, your heart beating fast and the skin of your face turning a bright red.

“You seal the deal with a kiss, you know?” he gave as a stupid explanation and added “I don’t think the deal is quite sealed…”

“NO! It’s sealed alright!” you retorted, your hands subconsciously shooting up to cover your blushing face.

“Gosh, Madam President, people might think it’s your first kiss,” he joked, his cocky attitude coming through yet again.

“What if it is?!” you cut your eyes at him and he looked surprised.

“What? You’ve never had your first kiss before?” he asked curiously, but his curiosity quickly turned into amusement, “I’m honored.”

“Shut up!” you ran off in embarrassment.

How could you lose your first kiss to someone like him?! How could you enter into a deal with someone like him?! And worst of all, how could your heart beat faster for someone like him!?!? What was going on!?

“Wait, my maid,” he shouted teasingly, chasing after you.

And that’s how the story of you and Jungkook truly began.

-M

P.S.: Hope you enjoyed it and have/had a good start into the New Year! Happy 2022 people! Happy New Yearrr!

[lovelyteng]

NSR: Vinyl Stage AU

NSR AU like Balan Wonderworld! Vinyl City turned into theater called Vinyl Stage expect the sewer as Mayday, Zuke, The Sayu Crew, Yinu’s Mother, DK West, Ellie, and many NCP in there. As Mayday and Zuke entered it as there’s Maestro of Positive named Fletcher Dessin (Known as Mystery Man) who help them about NSR gaining balance but Maestro of Negative named Kliff who made NSR Artists got negative as turned Nega Bosses! But Mayday and Zuke save them from negative and defeat Kliff!

Codenames/Stage Names Mayday - Powerhouse Zuke - Beater DJ Subatomic Supernova - Professor of Space Sayu - Digital Angel Yinu - Prodigy of Forest Rin - Winter Prince Zimelu - Hot-Rebelled Artist Purl-Hew - Aquatic Logician Haym - Electricity Reader Eloni - Nature Encoder Neon J. - Power Manager  Eve - Two-Colored Diva Tatiana - Rock Queen

Costumes DJ Subatomic Supernova (Professor of Space) Starfighter (Representative) Ice Cream Dodo Star Shooter Astronaut Logic Robot Lab Rat (Act 3)

Sayu (Digital Angel) Love Princess (Representative) Animation Fish Voice Mermaid Dance Ninja Edit Driver Bell Ring Light Holder (Act 3)

Yinu (Prodigy of Forest) Rose Pianist (Representative) Sweet Angel Soul Bat Music Note Mother Nature Father Time (Act 3)

Rin (Winter Prince) Ice Maker (Representative) Bio-Tactical Defender Prince Charm Flashlight Marching Soldier Love Bird (Act 3)

Zimelu (Hot-Rebelled Artist) Hot Rod (Representative) Chainsaw Bad Bat Boy Street Artist Roller Coaster Buzzsaw (Act 3)

Purl-Hew (Aquatic Logician) Deep Water (Representative) Spin Baton Cool Fashion Lab Mouse Water Rider Waterfall (Act 3)

Haym (Electricity Reader) Electric Energy Fly (Representative) Mini-Missile Happy-Go-Lucky Reading Owl Pendulum Bird Missile Sniper (Act 3)

Eloni (Nature Encoder) Nature Caller (Representative) Landmine Two-Sided Actor Number Encore Drop Holder Biochemical Boomer (Act 3)

Neon J. (Power Manager) Military Deer (Representative) Lovebug Buzz Cutter Waterspout Missile Launcher Chemical Boomer Creative Robot (Act 3)

Eve (Two-Colored Diva) Dual Diva (Representative) Chandelier Dove Ink Holder Limb Lamb Color Peacock Mirror Ballerina (Act 3)

Tatiana (Rock Queen) Chrono Hander (Representative) Hourglass Sundial Solar Guitarist Minute Mute Second Chance (Act 3)

Nega Bosses Dr. Astrophysigel is DJ Subatomic Supernova’s Nega Boss with filled of emptiness. - Composed Costumes - Starfighter, Astronaut, Logic Robot - Strength (Cool Colored Markings) - Dr. Astrophysigel’s clothes - Power (Solid Gold Markings) -  Dr. Astrophysigel’s arms and outer helmet - Weakness (Warm Colored Markings) -  Dr. Astrophysigel’s head

The Disector is Sayu’s Nega Boss with filled of madness. - Composed Costumes - Love Princess, Animation Fish, Voice Mermaid, Dance Ninja, Edit Driver - Strength (Cool Colored Markings) - The Disector’s digital lines - Power (Solid Gold Markings) - The Disector’s weapons - Weakness (Warm Colored Markings) - The Disector’s chips and chest

Echolivia is Yinu’s Nega Boss with filled of stress and sadness. - Composed Costumes - Rose Pianist, Sweet Angel, Soul Bat - Strength (Cool Colored Markings) - Echolivia‘s halo and ears - Power (Solid Gold Markings) - Echolivia‘s dress - Weakness (Warm Colored Markings) - Echolivia’s arms

Prince Nichice is Rin’s Nega Boss with filled of losing hope. - Composed Costumes - Ice Maker, Bio-Tactical Defender, Flashlight - Strength (Cool Colored Markings) - Prince Nichice‘s clothes and mask - Power (Solid Gold Markings) - Prince Nichice‘s gloves, shoes, and crown - Weakness (Warm Colored Markings) - Prince Nichice’s face

Heatnry is Zimelu’s Nega Boss with filled of stressful about problems. - Composed Costumes - Hot Rod, Chainsaw, Street Artist - Strength (Cool Colored Markings) - Heatnry‘s headphone - Power (Solid Gold Markings) - Heatnry‘s hand and foot - Weakness (Warm Colored Markings) - Heatnry‘s ears

Dr. Hydro Gen is Purl-Hew's Nega Boss with filled of losing popular. - Composed Costumes - Deep Water, Spin Baton, Lab Mouse - Strength (Cool Colored Markings) - Dr. Hydro Gen’s glasses and goggles - Power (Solid Gold Markings) - Dr. Hydro Gen’s lab coat - Weakness (Warm Colored Markings) - Dr. Hydro Gen’s eyes

Electricolt is Haym’s Nega Boss with filled of misery. - Composed Costumes - Electric Energy Fly, Mini-Missile, Reading Owl - Strength (Cool Colored Markings) - Electricolt‘s rag mask - Power (Solid Gold Markings) - Electricolt‘s glasses, gloves, and boots - Weakness (Warm Colored Markings) - Electricolt‘s nose

The Nature Cordmunicator is Eloni’s Nega Boss with filled of helpless and hurtful. - Composed Costumes - Nature Caller, Landmine, Number Encore - Strength (Cool Colored Markings) - The Nature Cordmunicator‘s neck - Power (Solid Gold Markings) - The Nature Cordmunicator‘s chest - Weakness (Warm Colored Markings) - The Nature Cordmunicator’s brace

The Moose Toymaker is Neon J’s Nega Boss with filled of traumatic memories and being aloneness. - Composed Costumes - Military Deer, Buzz Cutter, Waterspout, Missile Launcher, Chemical Boomer - Strength (Cool Colored Markings) - The Moose Toymaker’s antlers and hooves - Power (Solid Gold Markings) - The Moose Toymaker’s ears, arms, legs, and armor even mask - Weakness (Warm Colored Markings) - The Moose Toymaker’s inner mask and face

Psycholima is Eve’s Nega Boss with filled of self-doubt. - Composed Costumes - Dual Diva, Chandelier Dove - Strength (Cool Colored Markings) - Psycholima‘s head and hair - Power (Solid Gold Markings) - Psycholima‘s arms and legs - Weakness (Warm Colored Markings) - Psycholima’s mirror heart

Moltrixie is Tatiana's Nega Boss with filled of deep hated of rock. - Composed Costumes -  Chrono Hander, Hourglass, Solar Guitarist - Strength (Cool Colored Markings) - Moltrixie‘s hidden skin from gloves - Power (Solid Gold Markings) - Moltrixie’s guitar and clothes - Weakness (Warm Colored Markings) - Moltrixie’s chest

[fairydollsteps]

how about a headcanons for Kageyama and Oikawa dating a girl whose personality is aloof and reserved along always carry an empty expression on her face. She is not scary or anything, just very empty looking but smiling sweetly when is around her lover. Basically treating him like her favourite human being

With an Aloof and Reserved!Reader who is only Soft for Them

↪Featuring: Kageyama Tobio and Oikawa Tooru

Kageyama Tobio:

You are definitely a friend to him before he started dating you.

At first, Kageyama thought you are a cold person because of how empty you look and how monotone you are when you speak. Almost as if you are a robot.

But he gets to know you more when he is partners up with you for school work. While working with you, he gets to know you more gradually and finds out you can be a nice person.

You and Kageyama almost have the same wavelength together which leads you both to become friends and soon become young couples.

Kageyama probably is the one to confess to you after gathering his courage to do so. You return his feelings by giving him one of your rare smiles, showing your adoration to him through your eyes and your words.

Kageyama felt like he was about to explode when he sees the sight of your smiling expression, not your usual disinterest face.

Ever since then, Kageyama would try everything to get you smiling or maybe laughing. He just wanted to capture the image of your soft side that you cover it with your aloof and reserved persona.

There is some time where he succeeds like he gets you giggling when he attempted to hold your hand. Kageyama thought he do something wrong but you assure him is fine and you find him cute like this.

And there is another time where he says his first “I love you” to you which makes you give him your heartwarming smile. 

“I love you too,” you reply as you inch towards him to him a kiss on the cheek.

As the relationship goes on smoothly, you would start to fully show your soft side to Kageyama and only him.

You would give him sweet compliments every time he wins a match or passed his exams. Laughing loudly when he tells you a joke. Every time you are in a crowd, you would always be looking for Kageyama and become visibly happy when you finally find him. Kageyama can see sparkles popping out from you when you hold his hand or sitting beside him.

“Y/N! I passed my exam!” “Good job, Tobio! I am so proud of you. Should I buy you your favorite milk box as a reward for you, hmm?” You said, smiling at Kageyama who is about to turn into a tomato. 

Is absolutely hilarious for your sudden change in personality when you are around Kageyama. Like your presence is as cold as the freezing winter and eyes with a sharp gaze but starts radiating sunshine when you finally see your beloved Tobio.

Kageyama would find it easy for you to become like this by giving you praises and spending time. Or just standing by your side would immediately make you happy go lucky.

Overall, Kageyama would feel special he get to see this other side of you. Every smile and affection that you give him would always make his day and he would also smile when he thinks about your sweet self.

Oikawa Tooru:

The Grand Confident King and The Ice Queen? Yes.

Oikawa takes notice of you when he finds you walking past him, absolutely not interested in him unlike the other crowd of girls who are fawning over him and giving him gifts.

You are in the same class as him. Oikawa heard others say that you are a cold and mean person but he finds you look serene and beautiful when he saw you at your table, looking outside the window beside you while holding your chin.

Oikawa walks towards your table and starts talking to you, taking interest in you. 

No matter how much you try to shrug him off, Oikawa would always be talking to you, trying to get you to acknowledge him and become friends with him. 

Leaving you with no other choices as Oikawa is always by your side, you finally accept to become friends with him which make him think all the time and effort to befriend you is worth it.

You and Oikawa start to hang out together a lot and getting to know each other. Although you would still be quiet and reserved around him, you would still try your best to support him as his friends. Which leads Oikawa to think of you as nothing like what others say to you. You are actually a kind person under the mask.

Through all the support and sincerity to each other, you and Oikawa become couples and Oikawa is very happy to become your boyfriend.

What he didn’t expect that there is a side of you that he never discover from you which you show to him later as the relationship process.

You would become soft every time Oikawa is around you. You would always be looking for him as he gives you the ease and comfort that you crave.

You would give him warm compliments, not the usual monotone ones where it seems like a robot is speaking. It makes him soft on the inside when you say it to him in a cheerful tone.

You get excited when Oikawa shows up at your classroom in the morning.

“Tooru! Did you watch the movie that I recommended?” “Yes! It was amazing and I am mad that I didn’t know it earlier!” You both start rambling and Oikawa is amused by your sudden change in personality.

Oikawa saw you look bored and giving out a bitchy face but become visibly joyful in a second when you take notice of his presence.

Oikawa won’t have to worry about other guys flirting you as you just look disinterest and unfazed when they are being too cheesy and stuff. Oikawa just smirks when you give them a cold gaze which will be the opposite when you are looking at Oikawa instead.

In conclusion, Oikawa would still love you regardless and feel like a VIP person who gets to see this soft side of you. It makes him feel prideful and the most important person to you.

Thank you for reading and have a nice day! Likes and Reblogs would be appreciated!

[toosweetfiddlesticks]

Can you do Bakugou x soft (male or gn) reader meeting a Karen and go creative with it hope you have fun

Big Meanie

Paring: Barista!Bakugou x Soft!Gn!Cashier reader

Warning: Karen being a Karen, cussing, bakujealous, Bakugou calling you a big meanie, not proof read

Catoergy: Comedy

A/N: Thank you for the request!!

Summary: boom boom man gets upset because you didn’t let him be the Hero of the day.

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As you unlocked the door, you huffed a breathe of anxiety out and tried to build up as much optimism you could for your first day. You felt a mixture of anxiousness and excitement boil in you.

With a smile full of courage, you stepped into the clean kitchen. The lights contrasted and dimmed the already dark morning sky as you felt a cool breeze from an opened window. The hall was a bit dimmer from the kitchen so you turned those lights on for the rest of the co-workers. An ash halons hair boy was currently wrapping the store’s iconic colored apron around his waist. He tighter his grip as he caught a glismp of you.

“Good morning!” You spoke softly, but cheerful. You flashed a small smile but his demeanor did change. He held his solemn look at you when blood red eyes. “So...how was your sleep?” Your excuse of small talk feel short the silence in the air seemed to be even more awkward between the two of you. He grunted and muttered something under his breathe before speaking.

“Don’t forget to clock in.” He ignored your question which honestly, did not bother you. You took his warning and walked out to the time clock, punching in your time. Silence swallowed you both while once again. Ok y/n, your co-worker may not be the most friendliest, but hey it’s only your first day, how bad can it be.

”Also,” You head shot up from the time clock. Your co-workers back facing you. “Don’t talk to me, you boring extra.”

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You began to start your third day shift with a proud smile on your face. As you made your way to the time clock to punch in, greetings of waves goodbyes from other workers thats shifts just ended, you’ve met made your start of the day feel even better. Humbly, you waved the two men off.

“Bye Kiri, bye Denki!” Denki giggly waved his hand in the arm with excitement as he happily walked with Kirishima.

“Bye Y/N!” The sharp tooth man cheerfully sang his farewell. His arm hugging around the shoulders of his shorter blonde hair friend. But before the two could fully walk out, the red head immediately turns back around, as if something just came to mind. “Also” he added, “watch out for the Karen’s.” Your head titled with puzzlement.

“The Karen’s?” You kept your question in your head and before you knew it, the two was gone.

But you shrugged it off for the day and continued to go back to work.

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“Hey move it extra!” Bakugou’s voice arose from behind you like a sound of a hurricane warning. You huffed a little and stepped aside from the time clock. Tiredly, you twisted your body around and leaned against the wall, facing him with crossed arms. Your eyes dropped a bit and your eyelids cried to close. But though you body was ready to sleep, you were wide awake..kinda. You manage trying to hide your weary face. Holding a hopeful smile and you greeted Bakugou.

“Morning Bakugou.” There was a small chance he would really greet you back with a morning salutation. Today was not the latter. He’s body seemed a bit stiff, he’s face looked alive and refreshed, but his body slouched a bit. Turning his head to you, an eyebrow raised at you.

You stiffened a bit, you leaned off the grey wall with a feeling of astonishment  , “Wow that’s new.” A notion you told yourself.

Still, he said nothing, leaving you two both in somewhat awkward silence. By the looks of it, he was staring with bit of puzzlement in his eyes. He’s red eyes sparks with a look of examination. As if he was searching for a look, or scanning your farcical features like a robot. He was just standing there, arms crossed, eyes stern, eyebrows furrowed. It seemed like forever before you two said anything.

“Are you tired?” Bakugou finally spoke that shock you. You were a bit taken a back at his response but nodded you head. He grumbled something under his breathe and signaled you to follow him. “Come here,” he sighed.

You’re eyes widened, but you obeyed and follow. As you walked, you could hear his small mutters and talks but couldn’t understood a thing he said. He walked a little slow than usual, like if he was trying to make sure he didn’t leave in you in the dust.

The walk was short and you made it to the destination in no time. He groaned as you got there, the kitchen area. Your eyebrows drew with concern.

Backing up a little, you spoke “Uhm, look if you’re gonna splash me with water-“

But your cautiousness was only mocked by small chuckles that bubbled up in Bakugou as he picked up a plastics cup.

“No I won’t, ya idiot.” He interjected, “What’s your type of coffee, you like Frappuccino or somethin’?”

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“Hey, Cashier Extra!” Y/N nostrils flare with heavy air leaving them. For the past three months and a half, you’ve been having to deal with one of the biggest meanies they had ever known in their entire life. Originally, you thought you were confused at times by him.

Bakugou Katsuki was one of the hardest people work with sometimes. It was like he had a whole book of mean names and rude comments. Or looked up how to send the worlds most bone-chilling stare. And after a long tiring day of work, right as you’re are about to clock out, you hear the small words “bye extra” leave his grumpy little pie hole. You wondered why his rude one point, then nice another.

Y/N briskly huff, straightening out any wrinkles or creases in your pale button up shirt. “Yeah Bakugou?” Y/N tried to give Bakugou the most genuine confusion on your face. Though Y/N didn’t find a lot great characteristics of Bakugou, but they knew that Bakugou was a smart man. He quickly caught onto their small frown creasing at the sides of their mouth and y/n bothered eyes.

But unlike usually, Bakugou’s face didn’t seem to get annoyed at that. No, instead, how facial expressions seemed to go down a little. Bakugou’s eyebrows furrowed, from y/n couldn’t tell what was on Bakugou’s mind. He��s volcanic eyes seemed to be put out.

Y/N would almost say the usual solemn face of Bakugou Katsuki just broke away for a minute.

Bakugou caught himself, the dust of his volcanic chucked up as the lava came back into his eyes, keeping a stern look. Though Bakugou wouldn’t admit, Bakugou had definitely fallen for Y/N strong admiration for this job and their determination. He’d give them the compliment from time to time, but to wasn’t as much as he wanted to say.

“Just make sure you remember to clock in.” He mumbled softly, Y/N could barely even hear it. They nodded, a bit confused, but nodded and almost went on to work like usual. “Hey!” Bakugou stopped Y/N in their tracks, “Be cautious of Karens.”

The name still confused you to this day, but once again, you shrugged it off with a nod and carried on.

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This would have to one of the most crowded shift you’ve ever had, ever. If you were a customer, driving up into the driveway, you would’ve definitely drive straight out by the amount of people parked or in the driveway, getting their order taken their.

Bakugou, Denki and six others carefully rushed with the drinks, other orders holding up on the racks. Kirishima, Mina, and another worker kept up their the best they could, taking people’s orders from the drive through, then there was you and three other cashiers. You four had to take the orders as smooth and quick as possible, all of you praying that the customer will have a little bit of compassion and patience. Lines of people excitedly waiting to order the new drink the shop put out.

The Christmas Chocolate Winter Cream. Your new enemy, almost every single child, adult, teen, everyone was asking and wanting that “creamy delicious coffee”. Who even lets their child drink coffee! You didn’t want any part of it.

“Stupid coffee ice cream, its not even December yet!” You quickly grumbled under your breath.

”Uhm, excuse me?” You nearly forgot about the rush hour at work today. Hastily you straighten your spine. The customer was a lady, maybe in her late 50s. Her pale skin wore brightly colored pigment over its wrinkles and creases. Her hair was short but bumped up and curled.

“Oh I said, hi welcome to StaryBunkers,” You correct yourself quickly, trying to pass your entirely different words as the same, you grasp notepad and it’s thin paper in one hand, and a pencil in another. Forcibly, you gave the customer a fake smile that would impress the greatest actress. “What would you like for today. Behind your fake smile and your facial creases, you internally prayed with every god, deity, and goddess you know, hoping that they wouldn’t say..

“The Christmas Chocolate Winter Cream,” The older lady grasp her young daughter tightly that was so short, you just now noticed her. She seems to be up to her mother’s knees. “make that two please, today’s my girls big day!” The woman’s words didn’t invoke any feeling of excitement that usually does when some says big day to you.

“tHe cHirStmAs cHocOlatE wIntEr cReAm”

Your sighs of annoyance was held captive in the bars of your fake smile. “Of course!” Your forgery of cheerfulness impressed your cashier partners who’s fake smile was somewhat stiff and expressionless. “Birthday I presume?” You ask, the pencil’s tip close to the paper, ready to write.

“Yep!” The little girl chirped, her two brown pigtails swinging with you as she nodded her head. Ok you had to admit, the little girl was very sweet and cute. She single handedly made your stressful day a little bit better (ugh what a queen, we stan)

Your smile became more genuine, you heart even warmed a little.. “Coming right up, wait a moment please.” You paced hastily behind you, internally wishing you could spend you whole entire day in the back. You made your way quickly to the kitchen, hoping the customer were the patient type as you heard the shouts of anger coming from the drive through. You took a quick glance at the altercation.

“I SAID CHRISTMAS CHOCOLATE WINTER CREAM,” The customer aggressively yanked the the lid up. “THIS ISN’T ENOUGH CREAM!” The white and red haired boy calmly his hands out, trying to rationalize with the person.

“Sir, ” He spoke with dullness, “Thats how much cream comes with it.” But the customer only got even more hotheaded.

“NO IT ISN’T!”

“Yes it is.” Todoroki scrunched his face up, “You don’t even work here, how would you know?” Todoroki, unknowingly made the man even more upset which cause the drink from his hand to fly out towards him. You panic, rushing over there the close the door before it was too late. But, the man was quicker, and as the drink came rushing to a motionless Todoroki, a body came rushing in to take the hit, Kirishima.

“Brrooooooo” He said in slow motion. “Poor Kiri” you internally spoke with pity. And as the man ran away, kirishima’s stomach burned from the heat of the coffee. You cringed at the sound of his small whimpers of pain. “F in the chat.” You busy back to the kitchen.

The steam from the coffee makers brush against your skin, squeezing out a very thin layer of sweat on your cheeks. Quickly, you yelled.

“Two Today Specials for Cashier number UNO,” the Barista’s groaned, “AKA Y/N!” You yelled again for clarification. They, annoyedly, went back to work with the drinks again. The most pissed out of all them though was Bakugou. Not cause of the loaded day. But because everyone was going to “slow”. He huffed, panted, scream, yelled, intensely ordered and more,

The man was like lighting, filling up cup after cup after cup.

“Move your asses!” He sealed three cups and handed them to Mina, “Y/N stop wasting your time back here and work!” Your posture caved in, but you obey his command like a solider obeying their Sargent.

“Aye aye, Captain.” You sang jokingly. And while the others smirk and giggled amongst the stresss, Bakugou arch an eyebrow at your jokes and went back to work.

You happily went along to the front again to update the mother and the daughter about their meals. But as you approach them, you could hear the mother’s now bewildered voice. It was like cat nails to a chalkboard and her voice was crackly.

Her scream filled the whole place, putting a pause on the whole day. You internally panicked, not only can you feel the wrath of the woman from where you were standing, you could also feel the piercing and grim stare of Bakugou behind you. Once again, you we’re praying to gods, goddess, and deities. Praying that whatever is out there won’t eat you alive. Swallowing down your fear, you began to walk, with the feeling of it stuck down in your stomach.

Once you were in her eyesight, she swatted her daughters arms. And like a puppy, the girl immediately obeyed, handing her phone to her. The lady was obnoxiously grumbling words under breath as she pressed record. And with a large gulp she began her fit. You knew exactly what was gonna happen.

This..this must be the Karen they’ve talked about.

“SAY HELLO TO THE MEDIA!” Her voice sings with pride, “THIS PERSON MADE MY DAUGHTER WAIT ONE HOUR FOR HER DRINK-“ Your eyes grew with shock at the woman’s words. But before you could say anything, the cashier next to you, Deku interjected. His arm reached over to hover over your body as a means to protect you.

“Hang on now!” He argued. “You’ve only been here for three minutes!” You nodded in agreement. Pushing Deku’s arm up to cover your face from the camera.

“I’m sorry for the wait ma’am” you apologize, “But all you had to do was wait a couple of more minute-“

“DO YOU SEE THIS?” The woman ignored your remarks and claims, instead focusing on her own, “THEY ARE TRYING TO DISCREDIT ME AND MY NINE! YES NINE! YEAR OLD DAUGHTER!” She waved her phone in her daughters face like she was evidence. She waved, hopped, and dance around the counters and to other people’s table. “HOW CAN YOU PEOPLE DRINK HERE!” Her words and movements were melodramatic and over the top.

And after her little rant to the people, some of which left, she stomped her way back to you and Deku. This time, she had a nasty smirk on her face and a hot drink in her free hand she stolen from another customer.

“Ya know what!”

“Oh no not this again”

Hastily, you moved Deku and you away from the woman’s sight. You two ran into the back kitchen to Chef Ramsey Bakugou. Who was now even more pissed. Not only did Y/N make a Karen mad (ok he knew it impossible not to make them mad he’s just stressed). But no, instead of running to him, Y/N runs to Deku first?! Man’s got his priorities straight.

As Deku quickly runs over the back area to get his phone, you rush over to Bakugou and the others in panic. “Bakugou, call the police!” The others around quickly take of aprons and another things at the words of that. Police involved?? Yep they think a murder just went down. But Bakugou just grumbles and huffs.

“No.”

....

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN NO!?” Bakugou looks at you with bewilderment, this is his first time hearing you yell at him that way. But before he process the fact that a cinnamon bun is yelling at him, you began to grasp and shake at his shoulders. “THE LADY IS TRYING TO KILL ME!”

“WELL YOU SHOULD’VE CAME TO ME INSTEAD OF FUCKING DEKU FOR PROTECTION..” Bakugou fumbled and shouted through his words. “Y-YOU BIG MEANIE”

You two went silent after that,

Big

...

Big Meanie?

Deku came out from the back with his phone, “Shoto!” Todoroki’s head jerked towards his way. “Help me with the Karen!” Todoroki nodded.

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Finally, the situation was under control, the Karen was banned from the coffee shop, Mina and Denki gave Kirishima some aloe. And while things didn’t really calm down until the day was done, everyone seemed a bit less tense, expect you and Bakugou. For the rest of the day, he was knocking over cups, using wrong lids, and spilling coffee. Dude’s lucky that he wasn’t fire. He felt embarrassed by the way he reacted. Now Y/N probably saw him as some type of control freak. Tensions were high and he was stressful.

Bakugou quickly moved pass the others, trying to clock out early before Y/N sees him-

“Hey Bakugou” Bakugou internally groaned at the sound of your voice. Screw you plot device he said to himself. Bakugou turned his head to the side to face you. Yo he side view is lowkey cute you noted. “Could we talk outside, after I clock out?”

Oh how badly Bakugou wanted to say no. The pit in his stomach grew bigger as he nodded.

“Great, just give me a second” Bakugou nodded once again and quickly clocked out. He’s footsteps echoed in his head as he waited outside, leaning against the glass wall of the store.

He didn’t know what you were gonna say, but he had an idea of it. He annoyed you to no end, made things harder for you, and was never truly nice to you that often. How was he suppose to believe that you would like a guy like him in anyway? He internally frowned at his thoughts, the words eating him up and chewing him out only to get stepped on by the crushing feeling of doubt.

Once he saw the buildings door open with you coming out to join him, that crushing feeling of doubt covered and weighed down on him. This was it he thought. He shoved his hands into his pockets, readying himself for the painful impact of rejected.

“Bakugou..” you softly asked. Bakugou hmm’d at you with a feeling of shame boiling inside.. “Did you mean it when you said i was a big meanie?” Bakugou let out a sigh of pain.

He caught onto your words late, “Look I’m sorry for-what?”

“You called me a big meanie.” You mumbled, “and I was wondering if you were serious because one, you’re like 23.”

“I’m 16” he deadpanned  “Like you.” You ignored him though.

“and two, you’re the one who’s been acting like a big meanie.” You accused which wasn’t contradicted, “And all cause you like me huh” Bakugou opened his mouth to spew his defense, but nothing came out but a small “I”. He sighed defeatedly.

“Im sorry,” He spoke. “I just, didn’t know how to tell you or whatever.” He spoke so awkwardly and shy. “I’ll uh, I’ll leave you alone or whatever.”

You drew out a finger, objecting. “Hold on now,” you replied. “Who said I didn’t like you?” Bakugou’s heart sparked at those words, he lifted his head, red sparks in his eyes. “Hey what can I say? A big meanie like me likes big meanies too.”

[tojiaesth]

ice queen. two.

toji fushiguro x f!reader

summary: figure skater!y/n once found solace in the scratching of her blade against the ice, the aches and pains of her body proof of her dedication. after breaking world records and reaching the top she so desperately climbed her way to, she’s at a loss. a meeting by chance, broken promises and guarded walls, y/n gets more than she bargained for by one introspective man.

warnings: mentions of panic attacks, dissociation, angst

word count: 1k +

A/N: this chapter is a lot longer, enjoy!!

series masterlist -> current -> three

“Ladies and gentlemen, women’s singles will commence after a two hour break. Please take your seats and avoid blocking the entrance. Recording the skaters without a license will result in legal action-”

As the tannoy repeated announcements, you found yourself staring out of a window, eyes focused on the rainstorm that was relentlessly battering the cars outside. The wind whistled ominously and you couldn’t help but take it as a sign. You shook your head, your brother and Shoko were supposed to be here hours ago but they weren’t replying to your texts. You were anxiously staring at the clock, the most important event of your life was about to happen and no one was here.

Your phone rang, startling you out of your thoughts and you picked it up without even glancing at the caller ID.

“Y/N! I am so sorry, I’m trying to get here as fast as I can - the roads are blocked. Please tell me you haven’t started yet- Fuck! You bastard! What is your problem? Stop beeping at me!” She sounded flustered and you could hear the continuous blares of cars and the pattering of the rain against the wind shield.

“Is everything okay? Are you safe?” You replied, the weather had forecasted rainy weather but this storm had taken everyone by surprise. You were surprised they hadn’t cancelled today’s event, considering it was only the pair and singles skating but the rink was packed with people. You had finished your short program an hour ago with only the free skate left - your most important one.

“I’m safe. Just irritated. These cars behind me seem to think I’ve caused this fucking storm. When are you starting? Is anyone with you?” She fired questions at you while simultaneously cursing under her breath at the rain which had somehow become even heavier.

You watched as a swift flash of lightning illuminated the room, it’s bright colour causing gasps and raised voices. You decided not to tell Shoko that she had missed one of your skates earlier, not that you minded, it wasn’t very entertaining.

“Yeah. Akira is here,” You lied, hoping it would lessen her guilt. She was easily upset and the fact that you were here alone, with less than two hours until your last Olympic programme would definitely weigh her down. You ignored her other question.

You heard her breathe a sigh of relief, “Okay. I hope you aren’t freaking out too much. I’ll update you when I can on my whereabouts, the GPS says I’m about an hour or so away but it’s not calculating in the storm. Love you, say hi to your brother for me!” The phone ended and you placed it into your back pocket. Still deep in thought, your phone rang twenty minutes later. You brought it to your face, eyes still transfixed on the frequent lightning.

The caller ID stated it was your brother and you sighed wearily and answered.

“Hey sis.” Akira sounded distracted on the phone and your eyebrows furrowed.

“Uh hi. Are you and Kou coming soon?” You questioned, confused at the robotic voice in the background.

“Listen, Y/N. There’s a major problem at L/N enterprises, some fucker scared off some investors and we’ve lost almost 25% of our stocks and it keeps dropping. We’re not sure what’s happened but Dad is super stressed and needs my help. I-I can’t make it. I’m at the airport but it’s all delayed, I’m honestly fucked.”

He was talking fast, a habit he had when he was nervous. You expected to feel more pain at this new predicament. Instead, numbness washed over your body and your eyes fixed to the clock. He said something about Kou being the one who drove him to the airport but you’re not listening.

An hour left. You had to get ready.

Akira had heard nothing but silence, his hands running through his hair. He had failed his sister. His mother had rang him minutes earlier in tears that their father was inconsolable. He had tried to explain that you needed him but they cut him off promptly, ‘their livelihood was more important than Y/N’s silly skating’, his cortisol levels rising at that statement.

“Y/N-.”

“It’s okay,” You softly responded, you knew the position he was in but deep down you wished he’d put you first when it came to your parents. Your eyes welled with tears to your surprise and you swallowed down the lump in your throat. “I’m sure you’ll sort out the problem with ease, Aki. You were always good at that stuff.”

Akira was worried. He never thought he’d wish that you’d scream or cry at him or even react. At least then he’d know what you were feeling. But this voice, the inflections and tone suggested you were tired. That hurt him more.

“I-is anyone with you?” He was afraid to ask, praying that you had people, you were a reserved woman that had little friends due to your complete dedication to the sport.

“Yeah, Shoko is with me.” There was a few rain drops that had caught your eye. You pretended they were having a race until they reached the bottom of the window sill, dissipating. You were pretty sure you were in a state of dissociation, your eyes flitting to random objects. The hallway was stimulating, a sensory overload with its bustle of people and the tannoy that had continued repeating information.

“...and good luck. I know you’ll do us proud. I love you.” Akira finished his speech and the call ceased.

You walked towards the female changing rooms, suitcase trailing sadly behind you. A waft of perfume and sweat filling the air, you noticed a gaggle of girls taking selfies in the corner, their eyes littered with flawless makeup and their hair slicked back. You focused on the colours of their outfits hitting your retinas, the clash of sparkles, sequins and beads moulding together. The girls now looked blurry, your tears acting as a shield.

You found a quiet spot and opened up your suitcase, some things clattering on the floor. You took out your makeup bag first and got to work.

The makeup look you had planned weeks in advance was simple, a softer more ethereal look with minimal eye shadow. You would accentuate your cheek bones and nose area, applying concealer to hide your eye bags, finishing with light mascara and your signature glossy lips. Your outward appearance contrasted the inner turmoil you felt, the foundation you used was your absolute favourite, giving you an unblemished finish. You looked like a confident, happy young woman. You weren’t.

You put on your hand sewn costume, cautious that you would smudge your makeup but after years of practice you were a pro. Swarovski crystals were applied meticulously to your neckline as well as various parts to flatter your waist. It had sheer sleeves and a small part of your back was exposed. You had chosen to wear an all white skating dress, with stretchy leggings - that looked very much like tights - to match, the feel of your spandex oddly satisfying you. You pinned your hair up with the masses of hair pins stuffed into the pockets of your suitcase, content that your wild strands were cooperating and quickly put on your skate covers. You were done. You clattered towards the mirror, the blades of your figure skates covered by guards, allowing you to move freely without damaging them.

You looked stunning.

The same girls that were giggling and taking pictures fell silent when they noticed your stiff posture, gazing at you in awe. You were glad that in spite of how shitty the day was going, you would be able to keep up your reputation of being perfect.

You heard your phone buzz again, but you took no notice and continued studying yourself in the mirror, searching for any missed imperfections. You did a quick 360, glued to your dress in case you missed something.

“You look beautiful.” One of the girls spoke up, a thick accent dancing on her tongue and your eyes turned to her.

“Thank you, as do you.”

You walked towards the phone buzzing at the bench and found a few missed texts.

Coach: Y/N, I am waiting by the door of the arena. The women’s singles free skate has started and there are two women ahead of you. Please keep your eye on the time and meet me when ready so you can warm up.

You replied that you would be there shortly and cast your eye over the second text that was sent a little while ago, accompanied by four missed calls from Shoko.

Shoko: Y/N, the traffic wardens are making us go back. The storm is getting worse, I don’t know what to do. I tried to call you, I’m really sorry. Please forgive me and skate as hard as you can. You’ll win gold with ease. I love you.

You switched off your phone and shoved it into your locker, tidying up and stowing your suitcase away in its slot. You walked out, focusing on not having another panic attack.

Legs feeling weak you glanced at the many signs and took in the direction of the arena. Nearing your destination, you bumped into a young woman, startling you as you apologised swiftly.

“Oh. My. God. Are you Y/N L/N?” The girl asked, eyes wide and shocked.

“Uh, yes?” You answered, unsure of her intentions.

The girl just stared, attempting a sentence but amidst her profound stuttering, you couldn’t quite make it out. You could see she was a figure skater like yourself and you unconsciously admired her costume. It was a brilliant red, with eyeshadow to match.

Another girl unexpectedly appeared behind her, eyes twinkling with amusement and automatically you could see a strong resemblance. The girl was dressed more casually, glasses resting on her nose with a neat pony tail swinging behind her. You noticed two more men, perched on a bench and curiously looking on at the three of you.

“Mai, breathe. Megumi you owe me, I told you she’d choke.”

One of the men came closer and you saw it was actually a young boy, his dark hair dishevelled with a fed up expression on his face.

“Ah shit.”

The other man on the bench looked very similar to him, older, his hair slightly more neater but messy nonetheless.

“Um...are you...okay?” You paused, the girl whom you know knew as Mai was still frozen, mouth opening and closing.

“I...you...you’re...so beautiful.” Mai brought her hand to her mouth, cheeks tinting red at her comment. She had a million things she wanted to say and had no clue why that was the first.

You returned her blush, looking down at your feet. You got this comment all the time but somehow it seemed more sincere from this girl. Before you spoke, the older man chuckled from the bench and your eyes flitted to him and then back to Mai.

“Thank you. Um a-are you in singles or pair skating?” You asked politely, stammering slightly under the gaze of the older man a few feet away.

“I-I’m in singles. I think I’m after you actually, which is totally unfair because how am I gonna top anything you do? Like I’ll skate but I bet everyone in the crowd will be thinking about your performance and the judges will be too distracted and then I’ll freak out and forget my entire program and-”

“Y/N! There you are! Come, you’re on in about fifteen minutes and I wanted to talk to you,” Your coach appeared, his eyes stern at the people around you.

Mai stopped rambling after a nudge from her sister and as you moved away, you saw the look of utter admiration shining in her eyes. You almost wished your parents looked at you like that.

“Good luck!” She suddenly yelled, louder than she intended.

You turned around. Your dress swishing as you spoke, the fluorescent lights bouncing off the crystals, as all eyes fell on you.

“You too. I-I’ll look for you out there.” You smiled, somehow you felt like this wouldn’t be the last time you’d see them.

You moved gracefully in your skates, making you seem taller than your coach as he fell beside you, both of you curious as to what the sudden whispers behind you were.

“God, I’m so embarrassing. Why did I talk so much shit I should’ve asked her for tips. ‘You’re so beautiful?’ I’m never gonna live this down am I?” Mai tried her best to lower her volume as she groaned, unaware that you could hear.

“Nope.” You heard three voices agree with each other and you stifled a laugh.

Your coach side eyed you, your hand was covering your mouth, hiding your smile and despite the fact that you were both running behind schedule he was glad to see you happy.

“So...I’ve given you enough pep talks to last a month and I’m well aware of your capabilities so we don’t need to do any last minute discussions about your technique. We’ll get you warmed up on the ice soon. How are you feeling?” He asked gently as the door to the arena was now beckoning you, it opening occasionally where the sounds of cheering was evident.

“I’m nervous, Akito-sensei, but...I think I’ll be okay.”

You were being honest, your coach could see right through you so there was no point in lying. You couldn’t wait to see his face when he realised what you’d attempt, your stomach began its familiar twist of knots but you knew once you stepped onto the ice? All you’d hear is quiet.

Meanwhile your coach had been internally debating whether to ask you a question. They were stood near a corner where families usually gave the skaters one last hug or form of affection before they performed, a door allowing them to grab a quick seat into the arena before they began.

There was usually one or two people for you but today he saw no one. His eyebrows furrowed and he looked at his watch, it was time you warmed up. The unspoken question hung in the air as you began going over your four minute program in your head and your coach agreeing with himself that triggering negative emotions would do you more harm than good.

“Let’s go.”

The arena was packed. You had already shed your blade guards and were currently warming up on the ice, gliding gracefully and cracking your knuckles. The soft music they decided to play had been drowned out by the overlapping chatter of voices and you concentrated on your breathing. You struggled to look up at the crowd, the bodies becoming smaller and blurrier and the mixture of flags now one big array of colours. For a moment you wanted to look for your brother and then remembered he wasn’t here. You continued, stretching your legs where appropriate and being careful not to collide into your fellow skaters. You saw Mai but she was focused, eyes closed and her hands clasped together to say a prayer. You looked away, swerving and moving your neck side to side. That was enough. You headed back and loud cheers sounded before you, noticing a large Japanese flag at the front of the barrier, held by four women.

“Good luck, L/N-san! We believe in you!”

You waved and gave them a smile, bowing before meeting back with your coach at the edge of the rink. The familiar robotic voice announced that everyone should remove themselves from the ice and that the free skate programme would recommence shortly. Your nerves jumped, moths flapping in your stomach as you reached to bite your nails.

“You’ve got this Y/N. Remember what we talked about? Control your breathing. You are doing this for no one but yourself.” He reached for your hands and held them together, squeezing them lightly.

“Our next skater represents Japan. Y/N L/N.”

You drowned out the cheers, the applause, the whistles and the occasional shouts of reassurance in Japanese as your heart rate sped up, your ice skates planting themselves on the ice like they belonged.

The women’s free skate would last a total of four minutes and had been partly choreographed by yourself. The idea was the skater could choose their own music and sequence of jumps or anything else they wanted to add.

You loved it because of that freedom. Your short program earlier had a significant number of jump elements, spin elements and step sequences required that made it your least favourite. It had little room for errors, in which skaters relied on clean performances and high component scores to impress the panel of judges.

As usual you had outdone yourself, coming first but what was the point? No one cared.

You shook these negative thoughts and brought yourself back to the moment, the cheers now unblocked.

Your signal to start the music would be when you got into place, your legs now slightly crouched and your arms raised in front of you. The music choice was Tchaikovsky’s ‘Swan Lake’, opting to skate to Op 20, the most recognisable part of the composition. This would be one of the most difficult skates of your life. Your outfit matched that of the white swan, intentionally causing a contrast you hoped would speak to people.

Your heartbeat was loud, already thumping under your dress as you anticipated the music.

In the instant you heard it, you started, ears attentive to the music. You could hear the blades cause the faint screeching noise you found solace in and started your initial step sequence. You counted, ensuring your moves fit the piece and you were transported back to your home rink in Kiyoto, practically smelling its distinct fragrance.

Your first jump was approaching, a combination triple toe loop and as the orchestra picked up, you calmly ensured your form was steady, striking the ice with your toe pick and jumped. Your time in the air was just as quick as the landing and you remained steady, advancing towards the edge of the rink. You could hardly hear the cheers. Unnerved, you carried on and your second jump was completed with ease, a quadruple flip and as you landed, sweat dripping down your back you kept up your smile. The crowd roared, it was rare for men to attempt quadruple flips let alone women and you could feel your pinned hair loosen a little. Two minutes had already passed and your combinations of toe and edge jumps were beginning to wear you down.

Still, you hadn’t even started. As you estimated that you had one and a half minutes left, the last thirty seconds were dedicated to the start of the piece’s climax, your quadruple salchow was perfect and your eyes shined. You could do this.

The last of your step sequence commenced, your legs lifting high and spinning until you slowed down. This was it.

With fifty seconds on the clock you threw yourself into a quadruple axel, completing four and a half revolutions in the air and without missing a beat you finished it with a quadruple salchow.

You landed.

The most attempted and controversial quadruple axel had been done. By you. Not only that but your attempt at the most quadruple jumps that were landed cleanly in a programme had been successful.

The room was so loud you thought it would shake from the volume, and with your cheeks red you slowed down with the music and couldn’t help the tears that flew down your cheek. You finished in a serene pose, thoughts racing. The singular lilies - your signature - were littered across the rink as you bowed and skated towards your coach.

“I did it, Sensei.”

Your coach silently wiped away his tears, hand still on his mouth where you could see it shaking.

Had you angered him?

“Y/N. I am so proud of you.”

He hugged you hard and you knew the sight of the both of you blubbering and trying to speak was hilarious to the crowd. He took your hand, his face showing that you had a lot to explain and you walked towards the allocated seat to await your score.

You smiled for the cameras and bowed to your Coach, and then to the crowd, mouthing thank you and sat down.

“The score, please.”

The previously roaring crowd quietened down. The silence was nerve racking and you fiddled with a lily you picked up.

“Y/N L/N has earned in the free programme, 223.20 points and is this seasons best. They have a combined score of 330.43 points and is currently in first place.”

You gasped, that was the highest combination score of both the short and free programmes, let alone the stand alone score. You were now an olympic and world record holder and your lips trembled.

As you stood upon the podium, an hour later, as your score hadn’t been topped, you fingers wrapped around the gold medal you had been given.

“Congratulations, Y/N. I knew you could do it.” Mai was stood next to you, her silver medal glinting in the light and to her surprise you hugged her. The cameras flashed as you brought her closer,

“Your skate was beautiful, Mai. Let’s talk later.”

She grinned and her eyes returned to the camera, it’s unrelenting lense now slowing down as they allowed families in.

“Mai? Oh my god, my beautiful daughter. Move! My daughter needs me!” A man came through shoving reporters and suddenly lifted Mai off the podium as he cried, spinning her around. Mai’s laughter drifted through the arena.

Startled, your eyes made contact with the same three people from earlier, as well as an older woman. They all seemed very amused.

“Oh the apple of my eye, I am so proud of you. Here you, idiot with the stupid hair. Take a picture of me and my daughter.”

The poor reporter looked bewildered and you couldn’t help but giggle. You stepped off the podium, weaving around people and attempted to sneak off.

You took a breath, eyes watery. You had done it. But...why did you feel so sad? The emotion coursing through you was grief? You didn’t know why, it was confusing. You wished Akira was here, or Shoko. You stared at the floor, the excitement and adrenaline was leaving you quicker than you thought.

You felt a pang as you heard Mai playfully scold her father for being embarrassing. More than anything, you wished your parents were here.

Reaching for your phone, you dialled your mother, only to be met with her voice mail.

“Hi Mom. I hope everything is going okay with the business. I just wanted to tell you and Dad that I won. I wanna tell you all about it...um...I love you...call me back?” You nervously ended it, agonising over your message and took a deep breath.

“So you win gold and you’re not even gonna milk it?”

A voice said and your head snapped to the familiar man from earlier, green eyes twinkling with curiosity. He had one hand in the pocket of his suit, the other gripping a bouquet of flowers as he raised an eyebrow. His dark hair flopped slightly over his forehead and you had noticed a sharp scar over the right side of his mouth, placed on the edge of his lips. He was stood just behind the reporters, where it was calmer and you couldn’t help but admire his beauty.

You quickly wiped your cheeks, hoping it just seemed like happy tears.

You were hoping no one would notice you, especially when they called for family pictures. It would’ve been pretty pathetic to explain that your coach was the only one here. And yet, his calm aura and insightful eyes seemed to enrapture you that your mouth moved before your brain.

“Well unfortunately, there’s no one here for me to milk it to.” You regarded him silently, awaiting his reaction.

He showed none. He stepped forward, close enough that you could smell his cologne, a rich masculine scent that strangely reminded you of woods. He was tall, you came up just short of his shoulders despite the fact that you had skates on. His eyes flashed with something you couldn’t make out.

“Here. I’m sure Mai won’t miss it. You deserve it,”

He paused, seeming to ponder over something before he placed the large array of flowers in your arms. He leaned in closer so his breath was now tickling your ear.

“Honest opinion? Figure skating isn’t really my thing, but the whole time I couldn’t take my eyes off you.”

Dumbfounded, you didn’t even thank him, nor ask his name before he melted into the crowd.

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tags: @kriswu46 <3

A/N: wow, apologies if there any figure skating inaccuracies (unfortunately i’m not one). also, this is the piece i imagined y/n to be skating to! (we’ll pretend it’s four minutes long)

thanks for reading <3 n sorry for being a tease by introducing toji and then ending it LOL next chapter will be out very soon !!