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With a tired sigh, you slumped tiredly into one of the booths by the corner near the counter. A long, annoyed groan escaped your lips when your head collided with the corner or the table, wondering what you were going to do with that last slice of cake you had left in the display as you ignored the bruise that was starting to form on your forehead.
That last piece of cake – headache – you were talking about was a slice you had planned on saving for a snack after a tiring first day of work. You had left it in the fridge in the employee’s room while you attended to your customers (thanking your best friend and co-owner for ditching you already on the first day). During this period, your niece had popped into your newly opened café after school and decided that it would be the most entertaining to hang out in the employee’s room.
You, being laden with your duties, had no choice but to allow her to do whatever she had wanted.
Fifteen minutes later, she

Oikawa X Male!Reader~ Hidden Rivalries
    "[Y/N], get a nice serve in!"
    "You can do it!"
    "Just hit it like you did in practice!"
    At that very moment, the bleachers filled to the brim with people felt the air freeze. Never once had they experienced such a crisis, and luckily, they weren't the ones suffering from it.
    Only twelve people stood on the court, twelve people worthy enough to salvage this opportunity. The weights of pride and determination pressing down on their skins masked with sweat.
    A ball bounced against the court and was caught by a well-toned pair of hands. He had a orange and black uniform, the very colors that his other teammates bore on their backs. [Y/N] kept two hands on the multicolored volleyball, spinning it two- no, three times before looking towards the net.
    His nervousness came through to his fingers, they easily trembled against his grip. Sweat dropped over h

Gideon X Male!Reader
The Rebel
Collab with PoetOfInsanity
Chapter 6
Note: Brief POV change

As the weeks passed you found yourself beginning to settle in at the Atlas base where you were living and working. The recruits were getting used to you, and even felt comfortable enough around you to have casual discussions around you outside of training, even inviting you to have lunch with them a couple of times. You had declined their offers each time, however, not thinking it was appropriate under the circumstances to be getting too close to the recruits. Mitchell and Joker had been a whole lot less antagonistic also, trying to get to know you a little better. Though you were still under heavy surveillance, from what you could tell they were a lot more willing to let you do your own thing. Whether this was genuine trust or an attempt to lull you into a false sense of security to see what you would do you weren't sure, but you had no intention of doing anything regardless. This was th