#[no wait im sorry! D: I’ll act annoyed again I promise!]

[sufferu]

Honestly with the Emilia camp (and the others to a lesser extent) thinking that by being away from Subaru forever hell be fine.

I kinda want Subaru to have a kind of bitch face moment where he just ignores all of them for a long time as they become even more desperate to speak to him

Oh Subaru is gonna have some very well-deserved Bitch moments in BTZ III. Not even the other characters are gonna blame him for it lmao

[reidsconverse]

memories • spencer reid

Spencer Reid x Reader

Warnings: none! just 4000 words of pure angst

This was an old fic reworked to be about around spencer so its taking a lottt of creative/artistic liberty with the character, so it kinda sucks im sorry! 😁

Every moment you had with him was one to be remembered and cherished for better or worse.

It had been a few weeks since Spencer had officially ended things, he had moved all of his stuff out of your apartment and now it seemed as if he had never even existed in the same place as you, as though you two were strangers. That is had it not been for the images of memories the two of you held. So, here you were sat alone in your room, your only company the half-empty bottle of wine and photographs of the two of you which sat strewn carelessly across your floor.

You picked up a picture and stared at it realising you both looked so happy. His arm was wrapped around your shoulder, a cup in his hand and his signature grin sitting across his face. Your head was leaning against his shoulder, the smile on your face reminding you of how free you had felt that night, you had never felt happier and you recognised that night as the night you realised...you were so in love.

"We should have a party," Spencer yelled despite there being no one else other than the two of you in the room.

"Right now?" You looked at him as if he was insane, not only was it completely out of character for your boyfriend but also, it was 1 am on a Wednesday and although your friends weren't those with a regular schedule you presumed most of them would decline a house party in the middle of the week.

"Yeah right now, c'mon doll I'll call Derek and some of the others and you call your friends." His hand was already on his phone texting Derek before you could protest so you followed his instructions and went ahead and invited your friends before getting up and preparing for this impromptu party.

It had only been 10 minutes when you heard Derek and some others open the door shouting for Spencer and you walked over with a grin on your face, "Hey D, Spencers being a diva and redoing his hair, he'll be right down." You said, rolling your eyes as Derek pulled you into a hug, he may have been Spencer's best friend but he thought of you as a sister and always treated you as such.

"Well I have look good for my girl," You heard Spencer say from behind you quickly placing a kiss on your cheek before doing his weird handshake with Derek, "Hey, thanks for coming'."

The three of you made your way to the kitchen to grab some drinks and greet some more guests who had congregated in that area and before you knew it, you were 4 shots in, feeling way past tipsy and in the mood to dance.

"Hey Spence," You said walking over to where he was now sat, a cup in his hand as he held a conversation with JJ and Emily about something that you didn't care too much about. You waved a quick hello to the girls so as not to be rude and then placed your head on his shoulder to let him know of your presence.

"Hey darling, you feeling good?" He turned his face and flashed you a wide grin before wrapping an arm around you to pull you close to him. He enjoyed being near you whenever he could, when he was away he would long for the days where all he did was sit and hold you close to him regardless of what the two of you were doing, so now whenever he had the chance he would hold you close.

"Feelin' great Spence.. wanna dance with you..."  You said pulling out of his hold and grabbing his hand leading him onto the 'dance floor', which was just the open space in your living room. He laughed and quickly finished his drink, discarding the cup somewhere in the room and held you as you both danced to the music playing through the speakers.

After a couple of songs, you both made your way to get another drink and get a break from the crowd, you sat at the kitchen island and passed him a drink."You know, considering you're a genius, I would've thought you'd be able to coordinate a bit better."  You said teasing him about his choice of moves which had essentially been him waving his arms in the air attempting to be in tune with the music.

He looked at you in fake shock and scoffed, "Yeah well it was still better than whatever you were trying to do." Referring to your horrendous attempt at trying to be sexy which in truth was never going to be anything but embarrassing. You stuck your tongue out in a childish manner causing him to laugh and quickly move to place his lips against yours giving you a soft kiss.

You jumped down from the counter after pulling back as a couple of your friends walked in and struck up a conversation about nothing interesting yet you made the effort to look engaged as Spencers's arm slipped over your shoulders and you placed your head against his shoulder.

"Hey guys, look here." You both turned to see your friend Harry, as always with a polaroid camera in his hand. You and Spencer gave each other a quick smile before grinning wide for the camera, both your faces full of love and happiness.

You sat there thinking about how quickly things can change, the people in the image you held so young and naive to the struggles the future would hold. Taking another sip of your wine you skimmed through some more pictures before stopping at one that held a bittersweet meaning. A picture that was taken a few days after what had been your worst fight, you both looked happy but all you could think about the events leading up to the image being taken.

It was your and Spencers 5th anniversary and he had promised he would make it to dinner. You hadn't seen each other in weeks because he was away on a case but he had promised he wouldn't miss this day, he had asked for permission from Hotch to leave for a couple of days so he would be there. "No excuses, No ifs and buts...I'll be there babe. I promise."

But there you were, alone at a table for two. The look on the waiters face held nothing but pity as he walked over for the fourth time to ask if someone would be joining you. Finally, you gave up and shook your head to let him know you would be leaving and would like the cheque. You had never felt so humiliated walking out of the restaurant head held high but tears building up in your eyes and so you cried. You felt so broken, almost as broken as all those promises Spencer had made you. The word promise and sorry had lost all meaning in the last 5 years, simply a courtesy rather than meaningful.

The minute you got home your phone began ringing, it was Spencer.

"Hey doll, I'm so sorry I couldn't make it, the team wanted to go out last night and I kind of missed my -." He began to explain causing you to scoff, 'no ifs or buts' my ass.

"How could you?" Your voice cracking as you tried to hold back the tears that were threatening to spill for the second time that night. "I waited for 2 fucking hours Spencer, I felt like a fucking idiot."  

"What? What are you talking about?" His voice was full of confusion. "Didn't you get my text?"

"No, I fucking didn't. I didn't get a fucking text. But that's not the fucking point, You should've been here, you promised you would be here."

"Babe, I'm so -," He began but you knew what he was gonna say. The only conversations you seemed to have were stuck on a loop like a broken record.

"Save it. Don't say you're sorry when you don't mean it, stop saying sorry and show it instead."

"Look, I'll get on the first flight out. I'll see you in a few hours, I'll make it up to you I prom-." You hung up the phone before he could continue, his promise worth nothing to you anymore. Walking over to the couch, you fell asleep the minute your head rested against one of the many cushions populating the seat.

You woke up to keys jingling in the door, yet you made no effort to move from where you were. The sound of his footsteps got louder as he approached.

"Babe? I know you're up." He said, kneeling beside you making you sigh and sit up. "Babe, I'm so sorry. I fucked up."

You just stared at him, it might have been petty but you didn't want to give in to his apologies just yet, he had to understand just how much he had hurt you first.

"I couldn't care less anymore, Spencer. I just need to remember that I'll always come second to work and that's fine, it's important to you and I understand that." You got up and walked over to the kitchen to gather yourself.

"Babe you are the most important thing to me, I'm sorry-."

That was the straw that broke the camel's back. "Here we go again, Spencer there's only so many times you can say you're sorry before it loses all meaning. I'm sick and tired of this, I don't know if I can do this anymore. You're never here, you make promises you can never keep and I'm pretty sure you've told me you're sorry more times than you've told me you love me."

"Please don't do this. I love you." His voice was shaking, breaking down at the thought of you leaving him. He moved over to you and turned you so you were facing him. "I know this means nothing to you but I am so sorry. I've been so shitty to you and I know it."

"Spencer, I deserve better than this and I'm sick of forgiving you and acting like I'm fine with how you treat me, you might not mean it but it fucking hurts. I love you so much and I know you love me but would it kill you to put me first for once in your fucking life."

This annoyed him, the lack of sleep and being overworked leaving him less patient and more irritable, "That's not fucking fair, you knew what you were signing up for when you started dating me, I'm doing my fucking best. I go to work for US, to support US. If I could devote all of my time to you if I could, but I can't and it fucking kills me. You can't understand how much I miss you when I'm not here."

Tears welled in your eyes seeing him breakdown, unable to keep up the unbothered facade you had on, "I just...Spence, I miss you too. It hurts not being able to be near you and so when you're not there when you promise you will be, it hurts it really fucking hurts not to mention it's terrifying, how am I supposed to know you're ok if you do shit like that."

He pulled you into his arms as you sobbed into his chest, all the emotions you'd kept bottled up during the argument letting go. "I know baby, I'm so sorry I hurt you. I promise, and I mean it this time, I won't let you down again. I love you." He mumbled into your hair, slowly kissing your forehead whilst consoling you and holding you like he never wanted to let go.

The two of you went to bed that night in silence, not a word was spoken until the next day wherein Spencer switched off his phone and dedicated the whole weekend to you and only you. He kept his word once he had to leave, always fulfiling his promises, never pushing you to the side and communicating with you always. The two of you felt strong again, you were happy.

You put your glass down and walked out of your room and began pacing around the living room, pictures of you and him still up on your walls, the walls that no longer belonged to the both of you. You thought back to when he asked you to move him, how nervous he was and how excited you were.

It was movie night at Spencers house. Each week he invited everyone over to watch a film, everyone taking it in turns to select a film. This week Emily had chosen Midsommar, a film you were yet to see so you were excited. You were sat beside Spencer on the loveseat, his arm around you and your face resting against his chest, a blanket covering you both for extra comfort. You looked up and saw Derek and Penelope lay spread across the floor whilst JJ and Emily sat on the sofa. Bowls of popcorn and sweets were scattered around the room and beer bottles were piling up. It was nights like this that you wanted to treasure forever, for the first time you felt like you had a family, people to call your own, people you could trust.

"Watcha thinking about?" Spencer asked, glancing at you and realising your mind wasn't directed at the movie anymore.

"Nothing, just really lucky to have you in my life," You reached your hand up to hold his face and gave him a soft kiss. "I love you."

He pulled you in closer if that was even possible, "I love you too."

"Ugh, get a room." Derek groaned making you both chuckle.

Spencer responded by throwing some popcorn at him, "Aw is someone jealous, don't worry you'll find someone soon enough."

Derek murmured a quiet, "Fuck off" before turning his attention back to the movie, making everyone laugh.

The movie ended shortly and everyone was discussing what to watch next, you were in the mood for a comedy but Derek wanted to watch Die Hard for the millionth time. After several minutes of slight arguing, you finally decided on rewatching Moana for the 12th time.

Everyone was pretty much settled, drinks refilled, popcorn replenished and everyone back in their positions. Emily was about to press play before JJ stopped her, "Wait before you start I'm kinda cold can I borrow a sweater?" She asked Spencer.

"Yeah sure, take one from our room." He said casually like it was normal but it made your breath hitch in your throat, did he just say our room? As in, yours and his. Unofficially he wasn't wrong, it was your room as much as his, you spent pretty much every night here making having your own apartment redundant, but he hadn't yet asked you to move in with him. You couldn't help the small blush on your face and the way your lips turned upwards at his words. It made you happy knowing he thought of it as something for both of you.

"What has you so happy?" Penelope asked in a teasing tone, she'd picked up on Spencer words and knew exactly why you were smiling.

You just stuck your tongue out at her and looked up at Spencer, "Our room huh?" You asked making him smile.

"Yeah I mean, you're here every day, maybe more than I am. You should just move in at this point." He let out a little laugh after he said leaving you confused as to whether he was being serious, so you just laughed along and waited for JJ to come back so you could start the movie.

A couple of hours later almost everyone was half asleep, everyone apart from you and Spencer. You began making your way to his room followed by him carrying the blanket he had taken from his bed. The two of you went about your night routine, Spencer had insisted on keeping at least half of your things at his place hence why you never had to leave. You quickly changed into one of his shirts which fit you just right and climbed into bed where he was already sitting, reading a book.

"Spence, were you being serious...earlier when you said I should move in?" You asked him, making him put down his book and look at you.

"Would you like that? You don't have to say yes but I would love it if you moved in. The mornings when I wake up and you're still next to me, are the best mornings. Honestly, knowing I'm going to wake up next to you makes falling asleep easier. Plus Tesla and Edison love you, maybe even more than they loves me." He asked, the mention of his fish making you laugh despite the fact your eyes were welling up, what had you done to deserve the sweetest man to walk the earth.

You shifted yourself so you were straddling him and held his face in your hands, "I would love to move in with you." You answered placing a soft kiss to his lips.

"I love you so much," He said as you moved back to laying down next him. "You make me the happiest man alive and I'm so lucky to have you."

"God, Spence you gotta stop before I start crying, I love you too." You said, as he laughed and pulled you into a comfortable sleeping position.

"Goodnight love." He mumbled, already falling asleep.

"Goodnight Spence." You responded, closing your eyes and beginning to drift off but not before saying, "By the way, the fishies definitely love me more."

You hadn't realised you were crying until a tear fell onto the frame you were holding. The image just as blurred as the memories it held. You carefully placed the image face down onto the table rather than placing it back up. Making your way to the sofa, you got your phone out and glanced at the image that had left you in this state. A picture of him and her, his hands holding hers as tight as they once held yours, the grin on both of their faces wide. He was happy, only it wasn't because of you anymore. You closed your eyes again, remembering how it all ended.

He had been distant since he had come back from this last case, he had been away for almost two months trying to catch this unsub and you had thought he'd be more excited to come back to you and finally be home. But he hadn't spent more than 10 minutes with you, the only time the two of you were in the same room for longer than that was when you fell asleep. Recently that had also stopped, he spent more nights away from home and at clubs with Derek and Emily , only coming back once he knew you weren't there. It was killing you but every time you questioned it he shrugged you off, telling you he loved you.

You wanted to scream at him if he loved you why isn't he showing it, why does he refuse to acknowledge you. You knew he was lying to you, he didn't love you anymore, you could see it in his eyes, how he never looked at you as he used to, he never held you like he used to. It was killing you and you knew you should ask him but you also knew that would lead to conversation you didn't want to have, an ending you didn't want to happen. So you kept quiet, went about your day and didn't question his actions, you had decided you would rather have the worst of him than not have him at all.

But that didn't last long. A few weeks later something happened, something you could ignore. Spencer had barely been home, only coming back to grab new clothes and leaving again often returning at 4 am or not all. The nights you spent alone, his side of the bed going cold broke your heart bit by bit. But you weren't ready for it to completely shatter, the images Penelope sent you of him holding that girl, a little too close, a little too tight, a little too much, start to fill your screen causing a lump in your throat and tears threatening to spill. You walked to the kitchen, surprised to see him there, he was sat at the counter head in his hands and a coffee in front of him.

"Spencer, what fuck is going on?" You all but shouted.

"Shh, my heads killing me." He said, burying his head in his hands attempting to block you out.

"You fucking asshole." You screamed at him, the pain and hurt evident in your broken voice as you tried your best not to cry.

This made him look up, far quicker than he should've causing his head to fill with pain and throb, but he didn't care, the memories of last night were coming back he knew he had fucked up. "I-I'm sorry, I was drunk and she was just there, nothing happened.

"You're sorry? Are you fucking kidding me?" You said, moving away from him as he got up to come closer to you. "No, don't fucking touch me. I'm done."

"What? No look I'm sorry, it won't happen again, I love you." The words were said, but the tone held so much uncertainty you couldn't tell if he was trying to convince you or himself.

"No you don't Spencer, not anymore. I know you don't and I've been lying to myself, saying that I'm ok with it when I'm not. I love you so much but I can't keep hurting myself by pretending like we're fine, We're not fine, we haven't been for a long time. Yes that fucking hurts, I thought we were forever, I thought we were going to grow old together and have kids and show them that we were soulmates. I thought we were perfect but we aren't."

"I never wanted to hurt you, I love you so much but-" He started with a sigh.

"You're not in love with me anymore..." You finished for him

"I'm so sorry. I wish things were different, I wish I could control how I felt. You were everything to me, I really did picture a future for us but things changed, I don't know why and I don't know how. You don't deserve this, I'm so sorry."

"I know Spence, I know." You moved closer to him and he held you like it was the last time... because it was. "I'm sorry too."

You pulled away from him."I'll grab some stuff and go stay at my mom's for a few days. I just need to find a new place to move my stuff to." You said, trying to brush some tears away but failing as they kept falling.

"No, it's fine. I'll go, this is just as much your home as it is mine. I'll stay with Derek for a bit, you take your time sorting stuff out ok?" He said, using his thumbs to attempt to wipe away your tears. You sighed but nodded knowing he wouldn't take no for an answer.

You sat down as he went to the room to gather some things, your mind reeling from the last half hour. How could so much change in such a short period of time, years spent together thrown away so quick.

"I'm done, I'll get going ok?" He said placing his duffel bag down beside by the door.

"So this is it huh?" You said, with a sigh. You felt him walk towards you and take a seat next to you.

"The last 10 years have been the most incredible time of my life, you put up with so much of my shit and loved me unconditionally and I can't thank you enough for giving the eager 25-year-old who wanted nothing more than to impress you a chance. I'm never going to stop loving you, you know that. I'm never gonna forget about you, my first love, the first woman to capture my heart. I'm so sorry things didn't work out like how we'd imagined them. If I could change how I feel I would, I wanted nothing more than for this to be a silly phase, for me to wake up one day and feel how I felt again. But it didn't happen and it fucking sucks."

"I get it, Spence, you have to do what makes you happy and I'm not gonna stop you. I'm just sorry it wasn't me that could give you want and need, but you're gonna make some girl out there very happy if you're even half the man you were when you were with me." You gave him a soft smile as he stroked your hair and kissed your forehead.

He stood up and walked to the door. "Call me when you're ready ok? I love you." He turned and gave you a soft smile before picking up his bag and walking out the door.

You just broke down, you don't know how long you sat there sobbing your heart out but it felt like forever. Everything hurt so bad you didn't think you'd ever feel any emotion other than heartbreak for as long as you lived.

You took a deep breath as your hand hovered over the delete button on your phone, it was time to move on just as he had. As you released the breath you were holding, your finger pressed against the button, deleting all the pictures you had with him and you felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders and the realisation sunk in.

You loved him so much, but he wasn't yours to love anymore.

He was just a memory.

-

tagged: @gcblers​ @187-reid​ @mgg-theprettiestboy​ @mggbler​ @snitchthewitch​

[i-simp-for-gintoki]

Sanji and Ace meeting fem!s/o’s parents for the first time

I accidentally deleted the request like the idiot i am, so basically it was “Ace and Sanji meeting their fem!s/o’s parents for the first time, but the s/o gets upset at an embarrasing/mean thing the parents said towards her boyfriend(s)”

Sorry for the long wait! Time flew by way faster than i thought it would and i really struggled with this lmao. Hope this is to your liking! If not just let me know and i’ll do my best to fix it!

I didn’t rlly know how to end these im sorry, um i made sanji’s more angsty than needed because i just did but oh well

Warnings: like one swear word, your dad is kinda a dick and disapproving of your relationship in sanji’s

Portgas D. Ace

He would not dress up, instead simply putting on an unbuttoned shirt instead of remaining shirtless

He might- might take off the hat but thats only if you REALLY want him too

I think he would be pretty relaxed about meeting your parents

You on the other hand was not

I mean dont get me wrong Ace is a sweetheart and all, but he also can be pretty gross without meaning too

You two were planning on heading to your parent’s house so Ace could finally meet them, so in the meantime you told him to keep a few promises

“No using anyones clothing as napkins, finish chewing before talking, and if they say something that annoys you please don’t fight them.”

He’d give you a thumbs up and a smile as he said he’d keep the promise

So here you guys are, in front of where your parents lived

Knocking on the door, it only took a few seconds for them to show up

As Ace introduced himself he bowed and had a bright smile

Your parents smiled back and let you two in

So far so good

All of you were just relaxing in the living room, your parents sat across from where you and Ace sat

Your parents listened as Ace told a bunch of stories about his life, it mainly consisted of the trouble he’d get in with his brothers or how he met and fell in love with you but he was having fun sharing them

Your parents seemed to be enjoying his company and that made you happy

After talking for a while your mother decided to make a quick meal for everyone in which Ace asked if he could help a bit

Your dad decided to put him in charge of setting the table

He had almost dropped a plate in the process but he got it done and wore a proud smile

It wasn’t long until you guys began to ate and you could tell Ace was definitely holding back from how he usually acted

“Whats the point of forks when i can grab it so much faster using my hands?” he mumbled to no one in particular

What really surprised you was that he made sure to properly chew his food before speaking

You were really happy that he was keeping his word but sadly all good things come to an end

“Wow! Mrs.L/n your food is really--”

THUNK

He passed out.

He passed out face first into his plate and your parents could only stare

You could only sigh as you tilted his face so he doesn’t manage to suffocate

“Oh my, is he okay?” your mom asked in a worried tone and you nodded your head

“Ah yeah he’s fine. Hes a narcoleptic thats all. He’ll wake up any moment”

And not even a few seconds later, Ace straightened up and continued eating like nothing even happened

Your mother laughed

“Oh wow! He reminds me of a baby!”

“Mom!”

He rose a brow at the two of you, unaware of what you were talking about, food still smeared onto his face

You clicked your tongue and grabbed a napkin before wiping his face

“See he is like a little kid” she repeated and you rolled your eyes in response

Ace’s eyes widened a bit as he finally understood what happened

“Did I pass out again?”

“You passed out again.”

He rubbed the back of his head and gave an apology to your mom who in return laughed loudly

“Oh no worries dear, when y/n was younger she would pull countless all nighters and end up doing the same thing”

“Mooom stop it”

“Oh shush this is all light hearted fun”

As your dad started a separate conversation, Ace grabbed your hand under the table and smiled

He was having fun, even if you guys were being teased

Vinsmoke Sanji

Idk how i feel about this one rip

He was a bit nervous yet excited

He couldn't wait to meet the people who raised you, but he was worried if they wouldn’t like him

He chose to wear one of his best suits and cologne despite your protests

“Sanji its just my parents, you don’t need to be any more fancy than usual” “Nonsense, i should take it seriously so your parents can see im serious about you.”

He’d insist on making dinner for them

Once your parents arrive he puts on a charming smile and introduces himself

Skip to dinner, Sanji made sure to sit everyone down and serve them

Some nice small talk was made when suddenly one of your parents asks him if Sanji truly loves you

An instant “of course!” was heard from Sanji before he started listing hundreds of things he loves about you

Honestly he said a bit much since he strayed off from personality and perks to more your physical appearance and more

You had to kick his leg under the table to get him to stop

Your dad put his fork down and looked at you

“I don’t want you dating him”

“Can i ask why?” you ask

“Sounds to me your boyfriend is simply a pervert. He’s probably just after your body”

Now this Sanji got upset at but you acted first

“Seriously?? Did you listen to anything he said just now? Yeah he appreciates my looks but he clearly loves me for who i am, do you only hear things that make you upset or something?”

You were hoping it would stop right there but no, of course your dad had to say some more huh

“Isn’t he just some chef anyways? Its not like they make a bunch of money, he’s probably mooching off of you”

You stood up so fast your chair was knocked down

“How dare you say that about Sanji? Hes not just some chef, he’s one of the best out there. That doesn’t even matter actually, good chef, bad chef, he would NEVER mooch off of someone. Using people, especially women is completely against his character! Sanji has been nothing but nice to you tonight, and here you are completely shitting on him!”

You huff and wave your hand, mumbling how you wanted some fresh air before heading outside

It was only a few seconds before Sanji joined you

“How are you doing love?” He’d ask and you’d whirl around and face him in surprise

“How am I doing? Sanji they were saying bad things about you! Im SO sorry about that, my dads usually not that much of an asshole and-anyways, How are you doing??”

He’d chuckle and assure you he’s fine

“I’m not gonna lie, i was pretty upset when he said i was using you for my own gain. But seeing you stand up for me, getting upset for me really warmed my heart.”

He’d give you a hug while slowly rubbing your back

“But what do i do about him not approving? What if he says to break up??” you ask and sanji tilts your chin up towards him

“Who cares? We are all adults here, its not like his disapproval will suddenly stop the love we have for each other.”

You slowly nod at his words and he smiles before giving you a quick kiss

“Now lets head back in and finish dinner” “Oh but its going to be so awkward now”  you complain but you still walk with him back inside

When you guys return to the table, your mother shoves your dads shoulder which made him stand and walk up to Sanji

Before the blond can open his mouth, your dad is already apologizing

“Look, Im sorry about what I said. It was harsh and based on my daughters reaction, clearly untrue. I just dont like to see my kid grow up, much less dating someone. Just promise me one thing, Sanji. Promise me you wont break her heart” he says putting a hand out

Sanji gave him a nod and a firm handshake.

“I promise. I would never be able to live with myself if I did”

[fallen-mist]

So how about a yandere scenario with Hibiki, Kanade, and Emma who has a crush on the reader who is already a yandere for someone else like one of their friends or something. So lets say those three are planning on kidnapping the reader but the reader is always 10 steps ahead because they are planning on kidnapping their crush so when they hear they are in the park they are already in the school following their crush if that makes sense and if you can do when they figure this out and how they act

i’ll try! (I didn’t really understand so I did try my best) Also spoiler warning for chapter 3 on Kanade’s and hibiki’s part!

DNI WITH THIS POST IF YOU ARE TRIGGERED BY YANDERES OR KANADE/HIBIKI

F/N = Friends name

A/N/N = Annoying nickname

Bl**d description in hibiki and kanades part along with d34th

Context: Emma, Hibiki, Kanade is yandere for reader but reader doesn’t feel the same since they are yandere for someone else. The 3 is planning to kidnap the reader after rejection (added that in because i felt like I need too) but the reader knows. The reader heard about the 3 girls going to the park to kidnap the reader but Didn’t.

note: you both share dorms so that’s how you found out

Emma Magarobi

she didn’t expect you to reject her. she was an actress so who would want to reject her? Well She has to go for plan b which she hoped she didn’t have to use which “clearly” she “had” to.

Emma soon starts writing a layout and a plan. she felt guilty but she will do this if it meant you and her date. Even marry. She got up after 15 minutes, she was nearly done. Your wondering why she got up? Well it was for a small bathroom break.

”Unfortunately“ you both are roommates. While walking back to the dorm you both share Having lots of f/n’s pictures in your hand. Soon you stuffed them into your bag and entered the dorm. Soon you find the layout and plan that emma did. You quickly take your phone out. Immediatly getting of off Instagram/any other app and taking a Picture of the layout and plan And sprinted out again.

Keep in mind, it was one small minor thing away from being finished so you knew completely everything. Once the time came and emma was prepared. So were you. You planned out excuses to not go. So you waited until it was time.

You were exactly where Emma wanted you to be. Soon you heard a ”Greetings Y/n!,” You let out a sigh mentally. “Oh! Em! You scared me there!.”

“My dearest apologies. Say, do you want to go with me to a stroll in the park?” She asked

”im really sorry! I can’t because I promised f/n I’ll watch a movie with her/him/them” you lied

and it went on and on with different events. She once tried to Take you without you being at the park but nervousness took her over

Soon she started noticing signs of you being yandere for f/n (And maybe watching you stalk f/n). At that point she knew you won’t go for her either way.

so she avoided you and cut all contact with you

or she tried..

but couldn’t

Hibiki Otonokoji

once you rejected her she stopped calling you a/n/n. She rushed back to the shared dorm crying and Ignoring your attempts at comforting her. You rolled your eyes as you left.

“Awh sis, calm down!”

”Kanade, how can I calm down when y/n just rejected me!”

”I have an idea.”

We’re all pretty sure what went on from there? Yes? no? Okay. So you overheard Everything. So you were preparing plans to sabotage.

who knew things would end the way it did? Well it was 2 days after it happened

“Y/N! I know you-“

Hibiki barged in but saw an sight she never wanted to see. Kanade was behind her

You were on the floor

dead

Hibiki was in shock. Soon enough she was crying meanwhile behind her… Kanade was smiling

It was all going to plan

Kanade Otonkoji

Lets be honest. You two weren’t ever roommates because hibiki would throw a tantrum (probably) if she wasn’t roommates with Kanade.

There are two ways it could go. Let’s start with the first:

You knocked on Kanade’s door. No one opened. You shrugged and walked off. Soon the next morning, kanade invites you to the stroll at the park with hibiki. Which you agree with no hesitance.

At the time you were going to go on an stroll to the park, you went to go to kanade’s and hibiki’s dorm. You knocked on the door to see kanade all ready. But without shoes

”Oh y/n! Sorry I might be a little late because I’m trying to find my shoes. I’m sorry!”

”No no, it’s okay I can come back in five minutes”

”since you came over here for me why not you wait on the bed“ she said moving back, letting you enter.

You were shocked to see hibiki dead on the floor. You swiftly turned to Kanade but couldn’t. You felt sleepy. Soon you blacked out

And the other ending:

Dead. You were getting close to hibiki too and you know how she is in chapter 3.

(sorry if it took too long. Most of the time was me working on Emma’s part)

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Misconceptions, Miscommunication, and Misinformation Pt70

Inspired by @ozmav Maribat AU

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Marinette woke slowly, smiling at the steady heartbeat under her ear. She couldn’t explain the feeling, but waking up warm and safe with her girlfriend just made it seem like everything was right in the world. That feeling only lasted until she tried to stretch and couldn’t.

Her memory of the days events came back in a rush and she felt tears at the back of her eyes. She pushed them down, refusing to feel sorry for herself. Today was a good day. All of Paris was likely celebrating and she should be as well. Turning over was a bit of a challenge since she had to reach down and untangle her legs from Chloe’s. Even sitting up was different. You don’t think about how different muscles work to complete an action but as she struggled up to lean against the headboard she couldn’t help but wonder exactly how much she’d have to get used to.

It wasn’t like she’d never be able to walk again though. When she was Ladybug it would be like this never happened. Granted she wasn’t certain if that was good or bad. It would help to keep her legs from atrophying but she had to wonder if it would just make it harder to adjust overall.

Chloe began to get restless in her sleep, probably a nightmare, so Marinette began combing her fingers through the other girls hair to help them both calm down. There were so many things that would change. Everything in her civilian life was going to turn upside down and she knew that she couldn’t even guess half of the things that would change.

Her home was now completely inaccessible to her as Marinette. Even if her parents had the money to renovate, and they didn’t, there was no room. Chloe, she was sure, would insist she stay at the hotel until things were sorted out. But at the same time the only real solution would be to rent or buy somewhere else for her to live. She had enough money from her business to manage that at least, but she wasn’t sure how her parents would react to her having to use it. She was already forming arguments in her head for when they suggested they sell the bakery to cover her expenses. She was pulled out of her head by a light knock on the door. Definitely not Damian at least.

“Come in.” Tim poked his head in and she saw concern on his face but not the pity she’d expected which was a nice surprise.

“How are you feeling?” She frowned at the question, knowing she was going to get sick of hearing it quickly, but also because she wasn’t sure how to answer. She didn’t really feel any different yet.

“Fine, how’s the city handling the news?” Tim blinked at her, obviously surprised at the subject change but he shrugged.

“It seems to be a city wide holiday. Businesses and schools shut down so people could celebrate, or something. A lot of people seem to be using the time to grieve loved ones that happened to die while Hawkmoth was active since they couldn’t before, or just having nervous breakdowns. They’ve set up quiet spaces and tents where people can go talk to counselors and such for free. I realize now that I really didn’t understand the type of terror Hawkmoth was really imposing on this city.” Marinette could only hum in agreement. It was going to be a long adjustment period as people slowly let themselves feel properly again. She hoped people would continue to take other people's feelings into consideration before they acted though. It was one of the few good things that had come from this situation.

“It still doesn’t feel real. I don’t think I’ll stop waiting for the next Akuma attack for quite awhile. After being under constant threat for so long it’ll take my brain a while to really grasp the new reality.” The way Tim was looking at her she thought he knew she meant more than just the reality of Gabriel being imprisoned.

“I don’t know how much detail Damian’s gone into about our team but Oracle was paralyzed after an incident with the joker so if you need someone to talk to or ask questions we’ve got you covered. Honestly I think it would do her some good to have someone to talk to that understands as well.” Marinette smiled sadly, and a little guiltily at him.

“This must bring up some painful memories for you then, I’m sorry you had to be here for this.” Tim was looking at her like she was insane but she couldn’t figure out why. That concern was replaced by a more pressing one. “I hate to ask but I really don’t want to wake Chloe before she’s ready and Tikki still hasn’t eaten either…” She felt her face heat up and couldn’t look him in the eye.

“Do you need me to get something for you?” She had to take a few deep breaths and still could only make her voice barely audible.

“I need to go to the bathroom. Would you mind carrying me over there?” She hated the thought of being dependant on people for something so personal, not to mention something she’d been doing since she was two. She’d have to start a list of basic things she needed to find new ways to handle to avoid situations like this. Tim however just took it in stride.

“Of course. Here, put your arm around my neck.”

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As Chloe woke she could feel Plagg and Tikki still sleeping on her chest. Poor Tikki had been so distraught about what happened she hadn’t been able to eat to recharge. Mari had tried so hard to cheer the little god up but then Master Fu said there was nothing to be done and the Kwami broke down completely. She blindly reached over to where Marinette should be and hit nothing but air and mattress.

She shot up, earning an annoyed hiss from Plagg while Tikki blinked at her in confusion. Marinette was gone. How could she be gone? Even know that Hawkmoth wasn’t a threat Chloe’s mind jumped to the worst possible conclusions.

“Calm down kit, breathe and listen.” Plagg was suddenly hovering in front of her face and she tried to do what he said. At first she could only hear her own heartbeat but soon that gave way to the sound of voices in the living room, specifically Mari’s distinctive giggle. It took her another few minutes to completely even out her breathing but at least she knew everything was alright. Well as alright as it could be. Once she was certain she wouldn’t worry Marinette with a panic attack she crossed to the door to see her and Tim sitting on the couch with his computer.

“See? They make wheelchairs so you can basically be standing if you need to Might even give you a few extra inches or more in height since you’re so small. That way you can reach cupboards and medicine cabinets and such. I’m sure we can make any necessary changes to whatever you order to make it as useful for you as possible. Hell we added a mini missile launcher to Babs’ once before she made us take it off.” Chloe was tempted to run over and hug Tim for the consideration he was showing. He acted like all this was perfectly normal, and in a way she supposed it was. At least it was Marinette’s new normal. It worried her that Mari hadn’t really reacted to the change yet though. Eventually there would be a breakdown of some sort and Chloe silently promised them both that she’d be there for it.

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"dreading j0nerys" anon here. Agree w everything you said. If D&D were writing the ending I believe theyd end w a targaryen restoration/truwuv cause they're so far up d@ny's ass but I refuse to believe that's where grrm is leading the story. Like you said, the little details in the book that point towards jonsa need to be there for a reason right? Showwise, there's just nothing there to explain why Jon would like D@ny, lust? eh, possibly but not love, As others have noted, Jon isn't supposed 1/4

to be like every other man, yet we’re supposed to believe that like every other man he’s fawning over d@ny. If you have to spell it out by having other characters say ooh her good heart then you know that your story isn’t convincing but theyve done it before with characters who spend less time together so why is it so hard this time? are you telling me that Kit really cant act in love with d@ny? sure there’s something like chemistry but cant be that hard to smile at someone, to have some kind 

of fondness in your eyes. What was the point of Jon’s character if he just because another dude to worship d@ny. really hope that he’s playing her because i refuse to believe that this is where Jon’s story supposed to go, to love a lizard who also killed his bff’s dad and brother. I actually tried reading some fic to try&understand the appeal but these people legit believe that its accurate characterisation to have jon say that he doesn’t care about his family anymore, do they even know jon?

fics a place where you can show your interpretation but don’t say youre doing things according to canon&then have a Jon that doesn’t care about his family cause he’s fucked someone a few times, Jon basically becomes vessel for d@ny’s needs not an equal character. learned my lesson, i guess, that i shouldnt venture to that side of the got fandom. Sorry for/ ignore my huge incoheren rant, just wanted to respond&rant really because I dont have anyone to rant to about this irl. thx for listening

P.s. thanks for your response to my ask/rant. Sometimes I just need to hear it from someone else. I didn’t even get into the whole northern restoration thing in regards to J0nerys cause Ive already spammed your inbox enough and that just a whole 10 page rant waiting to happen and I’ll spare you that :p basically, motto to live by the next 1,5 years: we know no king and queen but the king and queen in the north, whose names are Stark! Now Im really gonna shut up&leave you in peace!

Hello again anon! It’s fine, I totally get it lol. I don’t really have people to vent to irl either, luckily tumblr lets me get involved with the fandom without annoying people who don’t understand the appeal on my other socials/platforms hahaha.

Yeah the progression of J/D really bothered me because I didn’t… see how Jon would find her appealing? You could mark it off as him not meeting the other side of her yet thus the vague “they’ll see you for what you are” line during 7x06 but… still… it’s so ugly to think that Jon would succumb to lust??? Like this is Jon Snow. He’d put duty over love any time, and the only exception is if his family is involved(like him ‘forsaking’ his vows to the watch because of what he thought was arya) which means family means a great deal to him. It always has and always will.

I just… refuse to believe he’d be dumb enough to think it’s a good idea to complicate the alliance especially considering he needs her to ride her dragons soon - why risk a pregnancy??? This is honestly why I’m only gonna accept that J/D happened if it really was Jon trying his best to get her to commit to the cause fully because he knows she’d be invested in him and that’s a better promise that she’ll keep to her word. Like, yes, okay, I get it the show’s made a point to make every single male character fall madly in love with D*enerys because fuck it she’s just TOO irresistible but jesus this is Jon Snow. Jon “I will never father a bastard” Snow or does the show just not give a shit.

Were his targaryen genes just so strong he couldn’t NOT bang her?

I’m really hoping his thought progression went something like:

> okay she doesn’t believe me fuck I need to up my game

> she just went off and burnt her enemies gods I need to protec my fam from this pyromaniac

> oh she’s grown fond of me… ok cool

> fuuuck I got her dragon killed…

> ok I’ll offer her the north but only bc I feel terrible and also hopefully she’ll either decline or spare us since I offered

> hold up she saw the night king and his army and still is occupied by this petty war??? fuck I rlly gotta do something to make sure she’s with me

> ok jon ask her again about how barren she is

> shit shit shit fuck ok I’m doing this I gotta give her the d, do it for the north

because otherwise what the fuck lmfao

[breeeliss]

I'd just like to say: Chloe coming into the Dupain-Cheng bakery specifically when Marinette's on cash register duty and asks the names of pastries she already knows but just wants to hear Marinette talk, and eventually Marinette catches on but does nothing because she enjoys talking to Chloe

………………………

….goddammit

Words: 1968

Sabine smirked as she pulled a tray of croissants from the oven. “Marinette. I think your favorite customer is here.”

Marinette finished tying her apron behind her back and was pulling her hair up and away from her face as she got ready for her register shift. “Who now?”

Sabine jutted her chin towards the front of the bakery and Marinette followed her gaze, allowing herself a sigh and a small smirk when she saw who was meandering near the counter. “Stop teasing, maman.”

“It’s not teasing,” Sabine said. “She comes only on the days when you’re working and seems rather enchanted with all of our palmier flavors. Moreso than anyone else I’ve ever seen…”

“Oh hush, maman!” Marinette blushed, gently tapping her mother’s shoulder. “It’s nothing like that.”

“Don’t keep the poor thing waiting,” Sabine smiled as she carried the croissants to the counters in the back. “She must be eager to see you if she came right when your shift started.”

Marinette puffed her cheeks out and headed to the counter where Chloe Bourgeois was waiting, leaving her mother laughing and grinning behind her. 

It started when Chloe had to come into the bakery to order a huge commission of mini-cupcakes for a dinner she and her father were holding. Because Chloe loved being difficult, Marinette had to take out all of their sample books, explain all of their flavors, all of their frostings, all of their fillings, and all of their options for garnishes for close to twenty-five minutes before Chloe was satisfied. Marinette thought Chloe was making her explain herself so much for the sake of being annoying until she came in the next day asking for detailed descriptions of all the chocolate cakes they had on display for no other reason aside from her being “curious about your selection of dark chocolates.” Marinette’s father was too close by at the time for her to tell Chloe to buzz off, so she humored her for twenty minutes before Chloe settled with just buying a regular old palmier and left without buying a single cake. 

It was maddening, and for the next couple of weeks Chloe would come into the bakery when Marinette was working and ask her to rattle off all that she knew about their pastries, breads, cakes, rush orders, and catering plans….only to leave without having bought anything she had shown such a deep interest in. 

It was ridiculous to think Chloe had a passion for baked goods, otherwise she’d bother her parents about this. It wasn’t as if Chloe was using this as an opportunity to make fun of Marinette seeing how she was oddly quiet and attentive whenever Marinette spoke. It wasn’t until last week that Marinette had finally picked up on the obvious. 

Chloe came just to hear Marinette talk. 

By all accounts it made no sense at first, but by now Marinette was convinced. When Chloe thought that Marinette wasn’t looking, she’d cradle her cheek in her hand, smile gently, and seem to daydream through Marinette’s explanations, only to be abruptly pulled out of the mood when Marinette teasingly stopped in the middle of her sentences to catch Chloe in the act. Marinette wasn’t quite sure what to think of it all – what was so interesting about her talking anyway? – but it was one of the few moments where Chloe wasn’t opening her mouth to be annoying, and Marinette rather liked talking to Chloe when she had nothing irritating to shoot back. 

“Sorry to keep you waiting,” Marinette greeted, pulling her baby hairs behind her ears. “Just hopped onto my shift.”

Chloe sniffed and lifted her chin. “Well, at least you apologized.”

Marinette snorted and leaned her elbows on the counter. “What can I help you with?”

Chloe drummed her manicured nails on the countertop and pointed to the glass cases on the opposite wall. “I was….interested in hearing what macaron flavors you had available. I might be interested in making an order…” 

Marinette smirked, looked up at the ceiling, and counted in her head. “We have around…..oh, I’d say fifteen to choose from. Is there a particular flavor you like? We can start from there.”

Chloe shrugged. “Well, it’ll honestly be better if you just told me all of them so I can objectively pick the best one. I trust my own judgement over yours.”

“All of them?” Marinette clarified. “That might take a while. I wouldn’t want to waste your time…”

Chloe crossed her arms. “Well, I’m the customer, aren’t I? If I request something, aren’t you supposed to do what I say?”

Marinette rolled her eyes. “Alright, alright. Come to the display cases, I’ll go through all the flavors with you.”

She started rattling off all the macaron flavors they offered off the top of her head, making sure to really go overboard and go into detail about the textures of the different pastries. She wasn’t sure if Chloe was absorbing any of this, but boy was she listening. It was so strange to see a girl who was so normally happy to make a snippy comment at her during school literally hang off her every word in a setting like this with no one but the two of them around. It was…oddly sweet. And definitely fascinating. That kind of fascinating that made you want to push things further or read into things more just because you’re curious to see where things go. 

Marinette wondered if she could push Chloe just a little bit. 

It took close to fifteen minutes to get through it all – Chloe kept interrupting her and asking her to repeat almost everything, something Marinette found amusing and was more than happy to do – but Marinette finally took a big breath and turned to Chloe. 

“So. Anything you’d be interested in getting?”

Chloe bit her lip, stared at the display cases, and looked down at her phone. “Um…a-actually I changed my mind, I don’t think I’ll take any today. Was just curious is all.”

Yup. Same thing she did every other time she came here. But Marinette wasn’t going to let her leave just yet. “Are you sure? I can give you a small order of ones I think you’d like. Free of charge!”

Chloe blinked. “What? Why?”

“My treat,” Marinette shrugged, pulling out serving gloves from her apron and slipping one onto her right hand. “If you want, I can pick a flavor that I think you’d like.”

“You seriously don’t have to do that,” Chloe insisted, eyeing the door. “I’ve gotta go anyway.”

Marinette reached out, grabbed Chloe’s elbow, and noted with interest how Chloe seemed to straighten up suddenly at the touch. “Relax,” she chuckled. “It’s on the house, I promise. Just take it. Now do you have a preference?”

Chloe rubbed the back of her neck. “Not really….”

Marinette hummed and turned to the display cases. “I think you’d like the milk and honey ones. Sort of remember you saying you loved honey at one point.”

Chloe snorted. “And you say you never pay attention to a word I say.”

“I don’t pay attention to you when you don’t have anything worth listening to,” Marinette teased, laughing at the sight of Chloe’s nose scrunching up in anger. “But when it’s important? I’m probably paying attention…”

“You’re more annoying than you realize, you know that?”

“You don’t seem to mind.”

Chloe stayed quiet when Marinette packed up a small box of six milk and honey macarons and tied off the top with string, not bothering to ring up the price (she’d take it out of her allowance later). “There you go,” Marinette smiled. “You’re all set. Let me know what you think of them, okay? I can ask Papa to make more tomorrow.”

Chloe furrowed her brows, looking genuinely confused. “Why?”

“You’re a loyal customer,” Marinette shrugged. “You come in all the time, it’d be rude of me to not offer you complementary sweets. Customer’s always right, and all that.”

“Well,” Chloe decided, “I guess you can count me impressed that you’d actually go through the effort. Didn’t think customer service was your thing.”

“I’m full of surprises,” Marinette winked. “Just come back if you ever want something else. Or if you want me to run through the menu….again.”

Chloe took the box from Marinette and she held herself back from laughing in pure delight at the sight of Chloe’s ears going red. “S-Shut up! I like to stay an informed shopper! Sue me!”

Marinette held up both her hands. “Okay, okay. No harm done. I’m happy to do it. Not all the time you get customers who are so curious.”

Chloe looked off to the side, refusing to look Marinette in the face. “Well. Thanks. I guess.”

“Hope you enjoy those!” Marinette said as she walked back behind the counter to double check the cash in the register. “There are always fourteen more flavors for you to try if you don’t like them.”

“Helpful as ever, Dupain-Cheng,” Chloe snorted. She backed up against the door and pushed it open with an elbow. “I….guess I’ll see you around.”

“Come back soon,” Marinette waved. 

Marinette waited a few beats for Chloe to walk down the other end of the block before she pulled her phone out of her apron and dialed Alya. 

“Hey!” Marinette greeted when she picked up. “Random question. Do you still have Chloe’s number from that time you two were paired up for a history presentation?”

“Um, yeah?” Alya answered. “Why do you need Chloe’s number though?”

“Nothing important,” Marinette promised. “Just testing out a theory…”

By the time Chloe got home with her order of macarons – the order that Marinette gave her totally for free without any prompting and with a stunning smile on her face and oh my God – she felt her phone buzz in her pocket and saw a text from an unsaved number. 

When she unlocked her phone, she felt her heart hiccup into her throat. 

unknown: hey it’s marinette! im gonna call you in a sec, but let it go to voicemail ok?

“What is that weirdo doing?” Chloe squinted, trying to remember if there was anyway that Marinette could’ve possible gotten her number. Then again, the day was already weird enough as it is with Marinette being so nice to her today that it wouldn’t hurt to play along. She saved Marinette’s contact, declined her incoming phone call, and waited for the notification of a new voicemail to flash onto her screen. 

Chloe frowned, selected the voicemail, and held it up to her ear. 

Hey Chloe! It’s Marinette. I know this is kind of weird leaving you a message like this, but something tells me that you’d rather me talk to you than text you. Just so you know, you don’t have to come to the bakery all the time to talk to me. You have my number now. Feel free to call anytime if you want to just chat. Or, you know, if you want me to run through step-by-step on how to bake a croissant. I’m happy to do that too! Anyway, uh…hope you liked the macarons! Maybe next time I can bake some for you myself. See you in class!

The voicemail ended, and Chloe felt all the heat in her body flowing straight to her cheeks. She sunk down on her bed, buried her face into one of her pillows, and screamed out of embarrassment, shock, excitement and about four other sensations she couldn’t be bothered to tease out at the moment. 

Chloe turned back to her phone and made sure to save the voicemail. 

She was pretty sure she was going to be playing it back a lot this week.