the way his face spreads into a grin

Let's Pretend (Bucky Barnes x Reader) Epilogue ❤️

A/N: Here it is you guys! The Epilogue! *cries historically* I just wanted to say thank you to all of you who’ve stuck with this story! It’s my first series and y'all are hella awesome for all the positivity!! 😭❤ Pls excuse any misspelling! And most of all, enjoy! - Delilah ❤


“Ms. Y/L/N,” Friday chimed. “Mr. Barnes requests your presence in his room.”

You couldn’t stop the grin that spread on your face. Bucky and you were an official couple now, and you couldn’t help but feel as though the world was twice the better place than before. You’d never say it out loud, but you were falling for him. And you were falling hard.

Giving Friday a subtle okay, you made your way down the corridors to Bucky’s room. As you walked, the memories of your drunken endeavors replayed in your mind. In some weird way, you had Tony to thank. If he hadn’t have stumbled upon Let’s Pretend, you and Bucky wouldn’t be in the very happy relationship that you were currently in.

Opening the door, you were met with the sight of your boyfriend on his bed, the laptop once again on his lap. He grinned at the sight of you and patted the empty space on the bed beside him. He looked so handsome it was almost painful.

“What’s up?” You ask, sliding into the space and throwing an arm over his middle. You rested your head on his shoulder and looked at the glowing screen.

“The fans are going psychotic over the videos,” he says, peering down at you with a smile. And he was right. The video had been posted two days ago and the entire site was losing their minds. The three videos were released at the same time, but of course, the real one was the highest in views.

The fans were literally divided. The first half argued that the first video was real because of the subliminal messages (even though there were none). The other half believed that the third video was real, based on the fact that instead of the usual background, the video took place in a swimming pool; thankfully they were wrong as well.

Now the third half, those were the smart ones. Instead of looking at the whole plot, they noticed small details. Like how Bucky’s hair was shorter the last time he wore the 40’s uniform. Why would he have longer hair? Why couldn’t one of the girls shapeshift him with short hair?

Another huge giveaway was your tattoo on your hip. You hadn’t told anyone that you had it, even your close friends didn’t know. So when the fans caught a glimpse of the small heart on your hip, it raised some eyebrows.

But despite all of the solid evidence, the fans were certain it was real, not because of the physicality, but the chemistry. You and Bucky were in love and it only made sense that your first time would be rather passionate. In the previous videos, it was mostly sexual playfulness between your characters. But when they saw the way your eyes stared into Bucky’s with pure passion and the way he made you orgasm so hard that you cried, they instantly knew.

The comment section was an adorable war zone.

“@NuggetQueenxx no it’s the first vid! Her hair is darker!!”

“U guyz r hella dumb. It’s totes vid #3. Bucky’s dick is bigger!”

“Guys trust me, I’m THE Y/N expert! It’s the second video.”

“It’s the second vid y'all! Look @ how he kisses her! They never kiss!!!!”

“@WhiskeyxPrincess I SAID THE SAME THING OMG!”

“It’s definitely the third one. Bucky’s arm looks shinier!”

“Nah the first one is real. My friend knows them! (;“

“@Bucky-Owns-This-Azz LIAR!”

You and Bucky continued scrolling through the comments, giggling like children at the crazed fans. As much as you wanted to, you couldn’t reach out to them. If word got out that The Winter Soldier and Y/N Y/L/N had a sextape, no one would take the Avengers seriously anymore.

Not to mention, your family would be extremely disappointed in you. And Tony would be there cackling like a crow through all of it.

You felt Bucky press a tender kiss onto your forehead.

“At least we look hot,” he says cheekily, making you both erupt in laughter.


A week later, Bucky’s in Tony’s lab getting his usual repairs for his arm. Everything was going great, until Tony brought up his beloved missing camera that he had mysteriously stumbled upon in his old room.

Bucky nearly fell off the chair. He must’ve forgotten it after moving out of his room. You both decided that he should keep the camera, as he’d be suspected less. Everyone always suspected you when it came down to missing stuff and you never knew why.

“Maybe you left it there?” Bucky murmured. He needed to stay calm. Maybe he hadn’t seen it yet, and all Bucky need to do was sneak back in there later and delete it. Problem solved! No need to lose his head ye-

“I found a rather interesting video on there,” Tony says with a smirk as he tinkered with the super soldier’s arm. “Care to elaborate on that?”

Oh God, Y/N was going to murder him.

“I don’t know what your talking about,” Bucky meant for it to be a plain statement, but instead it came out like a question. A very squeaky question.

It’s as if life had a personal vendetta against him. Of all the people to need assistance from Tony, Steve walked in, broken iPhone in hand with a small sheepish smile. This was the fourth time cracking his screen.

“Speak of the devil,” Tony smirked. “Bucky here was just telling me about the ol’ war days.”

Steve cocked his head to the side curiously and eyed his best friend. “Oh really? You’re memories are getting better, Buck.” He pats his friend on the shoulder and pulls up one of the metal stools.

“Yeah! He was telling me about the time you got shot up and the nearest hospital was like….ten years away, haha!”

Oh no….

Steve followed Tony’s laugh with his own. “You’re gonna have to be more specific about that,” he says. “It’s happened more than I can count.”

Tony let out a cackle, clapping his hands together. Bucky was never going to get out of this. Why did life hate him so much? This is not what he had in mind when it came to karma. Death by humiliation sounded like an inane way to go.

“Well, from this particular story, a LOT happened after that, if you catch my drift.” The black haired man said with a wink. Bucky covered his face with his hands in shame.

Steve, being the pure angel he was, was completely oblivious to the innuendo. He stared at his friend, trying to recall the many near death experiences that ended in anything peculiar. But alas, he found none.

“I’m not following,” Steve admitted after a pregnant pause. Bucky let out a sigh of despair.

“You know what,” Tony says, walking to his toolbox and digging around. “I think this’ll help refresh your memory a bit.” In his hand, was THE camera that Bucky and Y/N used for the video.

“YOU KNOW WHAT,” Bucky exclaimed as he stood from the chair and began to drag Steve away. “I FORGOT WE HAD TRAINING!”

Steve wiggled in his friend’s grasp, grabbing onto various things in an attempt to make him stop. What had gotten into his friend?

“What the hell is going on?” You say, crossing your arms over your chest.

The three men freeze, staring at you with wide eyes. Tony didn’t plan on having this conversation with you present, but now he had no choice. He might’ve been a egotistical little shit, but he was certainly not a whimp.

You narrowed your eyes at him.

Okay, maybe he was a little bit.

“Tony was just trying to show me this video Bucky made for me, but he won’t let me see.” Steve replied, straightening himself up.

Your eyes widened when you saw the camera in Tony’s hand. “It’s really nothing, Steve!” You tried your best to convince him. “Like, really. Nothing.”

“Oh, it’s definitely SOMETHING.” Tony chimed in.

You shot Bucky a panicked glance, trying to fight the urge to cry. You just KNEW Tony would do something with it. He might go as far as posting it on the Stark Industries website, because that’s right up his alley.

The sound of metal being crushed broke you from your trance. Bucky had grabbed the camera from Tony’s hand and slammed it into the floor, shattering it into a million tiny pieces.

“WHAT THE FUCK, BARNES!” He shouted, his face turning an angry scarlet.

Without another word, Bucky had scooped you up and threw you over his shoulder, running as fast as he could out of the lab. The last thing you heard was Tony’s angry swears and threats.

Impressively, Bucky didn’t let you down until you both were in the safety of your shared room with the door locked. He set you on the bed gently before plopping beside you with a satisfied sigh.

You turned to him and gave him a small smack on his behind, making him jump. He frowned, turning his head and looking at you.

“I told you like ten times to pack the camera!” You pouted, narrowing your eyes at your boyfriend.

“I’m sorry, doll,” he sighed, propping himself up on his elbow. “You know how forgetful I can be.”

You roll your eyes playfully and run your hands through his hair. He leaned into your touch, putting softly.

“You know,” you say. “We could always make videos on our phones. No one will find those.”

His eyes flew open in surprise, making you laugh.

“You promise?” He asks adorably.



Steve and Natasha stared at the purple fluorescent background of Let’ Their eyes trailed over video after video of the pair. But what caught their attention the most was a certain video in particular.

“Captain America Gets A Fourth of July Blowjob By Black Widow!”

The thumbnail was a picture of Natasha with her finger on her lips in a shushing motion. She was dressed in only a bikini with little American flags printed on them, the top was a few sizes too small and barely covered her nipples. She was kneeling seductively in front of a semi nude Steve, who was wearing only the same white cotton briefs from before.

And dare she say it, they looked hot.

The blond took her silence as a sign of discomfort, to which he let out a small cough, gaining her attention.

“I-I’m sorry if this is too weird,” he says, reaching for the laptop, only to be stopped by Nat.

She grabs the collar of his shirt and pulls him closer, ghosting her lips against his.

“You’ve got two minutes, Cap. When get back here I want you on your hands and knees. Got it?” She asks, her eyes burning with desire.

Steve’s eyes widened at her sudden dominance before nodding, his erection already forming a tent in his gray sweatpants.

“Yes, Mistress.”

FIN. ❤

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Originally posted by articianne

Imagine: You and Newt go to a fun fair for the first time ever.

Author’s Note: Hello cuties! Just wanted to post something short and sweet. I’m in the final stages of editing a jealous/protective/smutty Newt fic, so enjoy this naive innocence while you can! Thank you for following, liking and reblogging as always. You all have my heart. Enjoy x

Word Count: 663

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(no Harley)

the guy was a predator, you could tell from the body language, the way he walked through the building like he owned the place set your teeth on edge. he turned and his eyes locked with yours.

your heart jumped and he stopped. a grin spread across his face, “well well well.” he looked like the cat who got the cream, “what do we have here?”

A great Disturbance

Daryl Dixon Imagine

You’re out on a run with Daryl. Every time you get closer to him, something decides to get in between.

word count: 1344

approximated reading time: 7 minutes

“Well, well”, I said hunkering down behind a small shelf. A few bottles had caught my eye and with a grin I grabbed the dust-covered glass. “Look what we’ve got here!”
“What is it!?” Daryl was on the other side of the room looking for supplies and other things that were worth being taken back to Alexandria.
“It’s Jack!” I raised the bottle so that Daryl could see it and a wide grin spread across his face.
“Pass it over”, he said crossing the room reaching out for the bottle.
I took a step back, opened the bottle and took a big gulp. The liquid burned its way down to my stomach, leaving a fine trail of fire in my throat. “Lovely”, I said with a smirk.
“Stop it”, Daryl growled taking another step towards me.
I took a step back.
“Ya wanna play?!” Daryl’s voice got lower, a smirk around his lips as he took another step forward while I took another one back hiding the bottle behind me when suddenly I felt the wall, cold against my skin. I couldn’t back away any further and Daryl crept closer.
“What now?”, he muttered in a low husky voice. I could smell the sweat and musk and I had never realized how tall he was, how broad his shoulders.
“You’re still not getting the bottle”, I replied.
“What do ya want?” Daryl was so close, I could feel his breath on my skin and I couldn’t help but wonder how his lips would feel on mine. Soft? Rough?
“Surprise me”, I whispered and watched as Daryl took another step forward. I could feel his warmth.

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Because I Love You

It was the middle of the day and you still hadn’t seen J.  You knew he was busy at work in his office and he probably wanted to be alone so he could focus but you just couldn’t help yourself.  You decided a little company wouldn’t hurt him so you made your way down the hall, sliding on the wood floor in your fuzzy socks.  You had been together for almost eight months now, so you decided knocking was on longer necessary.  Surely he would be happy to see you regardless of how absorbed he was.  You stepped in the room and closed the door gently behind you.  A huge grin spread across your face as you saw J, busy as always.  He paid no attention to you as you walked up to his desk and sat on the opposite side of him in one of his large, dark leather chairs.  Since he obviously wasn’t going to pay you any mind you decided to get comfortable by tucking your feet under you, curling up to just watch him at work.

Several minutes passed before he spoke up, “Why are you looking at me like that?” He said, never looking up from the papers covering his desk.

“Well, I was bored and I figured you’d be in here for a few more hours so I thought I’d come watch.” You replied with a smile.

He gave you his low growl that you loved so much before saying, “Doll, I’m really busy and you know I find you….distracting.  How about you go find Frost and stare at him for a while.”

Not wanting to leave, you decided to change the subject to something sensitive that you knew would get his attention.

“J, your hair is looking pretty dull.” you said, trying to contain a giggle.  You knew that you were going to hit a sweet spot and you did it on purpose.

He immediately brought his gaze up to meet yours.  You could see the panic that was setting in as his eyes widened.

“What?” He said softly.  There weren’t many things that he cared about, but his hair was one of them.

“I’m just saying, J….you’re really letting yourself go lately.”  You got up and turned around to walk out of the room, you really wanted to laugh but you couldn’t in front of him.  Before stepping out of the room you hollered back, “Maybe when you’re done working so much I can help you dye it. By the time that happens, though, all the green will be gone.”

Without waiting for his reply you walked out of the office, shut the door behind you, and started running up the stairs laughing.  Just when you were about to reach the bedroom you heard his office door open and steps coming your way.  You ran into the bedroom and flopped down on the bed, grabbing your phone. I’ve gotta act natural, my plan is working! You thought to yourself.

Moments later J stepped into the room, frantically looking in the large mirror by the closet doors.  He ran his fingers through his hair as if he were searching for something.

“Dye my hair. Now.” He growled towards you before striding into the large master bathroom.  You had to bite your lip to suppress your smile as you jumped off the bed and followed after him.

He sat down on the bench in front of your vanity, watching you intently as you brushed the neon green dye through his hair.  He tilted his head back and flashed you his silver smile in happiness, this was always one of his favorite things.  After the dye had sat for long enough you had him turn around and tilt his head under the sink so you could wash it out.

“You wanna know something, J?” You said as you ran your fingers through his hair, rinsing it out.

“Hmmmm?” He growled in response.

“Your hair looked fine, I just wanted to spend some time with you.” You giggled as he opened his eyes and glared at you.  He sat up, clearly agitated.

“Doll, if there’s one thing I don’t like it’s when you play games with me. I HAVE A LOT OF WORK TO DO AND I DON’T NEED YOU FUCKING IT UP!”

You weren’t expecting his sudden change of tone, or your response.


J started to walk out of the bathroom but you grabbed his arm and took a deep breath.

“J, just talk to me for once instead of walking away. Sometimes I just need-”

“That’s the fucking problem Y/N! You always NEED. Why the fuck do you have to be SO FUCKING NEEDY?” J said, raising his voice once again.

“Because I love you god damn it!” You covered your mouth with your hand immediately after the words came out.  You knew you had loved him within the first week of your relationship, but he told you to never fall for him.  His face went blank and he tensed his jaw.  His eyes looked anywhere but at you as he whispered, “Never say that again.” before turning and walking away.

Rumor Has It... (Cisco x Reader) Imagines

Barry and Caitlin were teasing you about your little crush on Cisco, and he just happens to overhear your conversation…


“So, is it true?”

You looked up from your desk to see your best friend, Cisco, enter the Cortex. Dressed in his Ramonesque style - with a classic tee, button-down polo and colored jeans - he looked really good.

Already, you could feel the blush warming your cheeks as he made his way over to your workplace and leaned on it.

Setting down the device you were working on, you smiled. “Is what true, Cisco?”

“You,” he said, an adorable grin spreading across his face. “Rumor has it that you have a crush on me.”

Your heart practically leapt out of your ribcage. Sweat started forming on the back of your neck and your brain fumbled for some type of explanation to his question.

…What?” you asked, trying to keep cool; though, the fact that your voice went a slight octave higher didnt’ help.

So, the best you could do to recover was lean back in your chair and give him an uneasy expression, finger scratching the back of your ear.

“Now where did you hear that?”

He flashed you a knowing grin.

“C’mon, ______,” he pulled up a chair and took a seat next to you. “We all know you’ve got a thing for me. You always have, since we first met each other…Plus, Barry and Cait said you did, so…”

A shot of murder went through your head.

Barry and Cait had found out about your little crush on the mechanical engineer a couple days ago and swore to keep it a secret. In return, you promised you wouldn’t build another cold gun to freeze their asses off if they betrayed you.

But, now that that offer was null and void, you had already began planning the mechanisms for the weapon.

“So, what do you say?” Cisco asked, giving you a very cute once over. “You squeeze yourself into a black dress and we can have dinner tomorrow night.”

You stared at him, dumbfounded. Did he just…?

His face froze for a complete second once he realized the words that he just said.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized, holding up a finger. “That was completely inappropriate.”

Suddenly standing up from his seat,  Cisco shoves his hands into his front pocket and nodded, embarrassed. “I’m just gonna go…”

He hurriedly rushed over to the door, no doubt internally scolding himself for saying whatever dorky, cheesy pick-up line felt right at the moment. Just as he was out of the room, however, you summoned up all your courage and called out to him.

“Hey Cisco?” you said.

He stopped in his tracks. “Yeah?”

“You said rumor had it that I have a crush on you?” you asked, watching his face flush completely red. “Well, what if rumor had it that I’d like to go to dinner with you?”

The shocked look on his face was completely priceless.

“Tomorrow, at Jitters,” you winked, before turning back to your little project on the desk. “Don’t be late, okay?”


his flirting made you roll your eyes, “good day Mr. Faraday.” you stated, leaving the bar. he watched you walk away from him, a grin spreading on his face.

“why the smile? you just got rejected.” Vasquez laughed.

Faraday smiled, “maybe now. but im going to woo her. gonna woo her all the way down a church isle and to a sacred alter where i am going to marry that woman.”


Cute Bucky x Reader !

Originally posted by sebastianstahn

“Ok, Buck, ” I said, trying to catch my breath. “Give it back !”
“No !” Bucky said, holding out a hand to stop me, and panting.
“Bucky !!!” I whined, stomping my foot. “Please !!!!”
“No no no !”
“Yes, NOW!”
“Come on, Buck !” I said, sitting on the couch, sulking.
“You spend time with me now” He said. “You can have your book back when Im done with you”
“So not fair !” I said crossly. “That chapter is important !”
“Im way more important that !”
“Really ?” I asked, smirking.
“Oh please” Bucky scoffed, flipping through the pages of my book.

Suddenly his fingers touched my bookmark.An evil grin spread on his face.
He looked me, and wiggled his eye brows.
“Dont you DARE !” I said, again on my feet.
“Oh, but I do” Bucky said, shrugging.
“Ok ok, just put it down” I said, holding my hands up in defeat.

Bucky studied my face for a minute, and then sighed loudly.
“Here, have your stupid book” He said, pushing my book into my hands and turning away to leave.

I watched him as he ran his fingers through his thick brown hair, before slowly walking out if the room.

“Hey !” I said. “Where are you going ?”
Bucky shrugged, not turning to look at me.
I flicked the book onto the couch, and ran up to my boyfriend, hugging him from behind.
“Dont go” I said in a small voice.
I smiled as he turned around and pulled me to his chest, wrapping his arms around my waist.
“I dont care about that book, ok, I actually do, but not as much as I care about you” I said, my lips brushing against his neck.

Bucky laughed, holding me tighter.
“All I wanted was to cuddle with you, and you just wanna read ?”
“Aww, come here you cuddlebug” I said, as we settled on the couch. I snuggled into his arms , getting comfortable with his warmth.
Obviously, cuddling is never cuddling without a few Bucky-special kisses.

Once we were settled into just cuddling, again, Bucky asked, “So what was this all important chapter ?”
I just smirked.
“What ?” He asked, now looking at my face.
“Ohh, you might not be interested” I said, controlling my urge to laugh.
“(Y/N) ” Bucky said, narrowing his eyes at me.
I just giggled and winked at him.

Bucky’s eyes grew wide, as he dived to grab my book and opened the page I was reading.
“Go back two pages, if you wanna read the whole thing” I said, now poking my head in between the book and his arms to see the page.
He grinned as he read. Then he held the book out to me.
“Here” He said .
“You didnt just finish reading, did you ?” I asked, looking at him in shock.
“Nope” He said, lying back on the couch. “You’re gonna read it to me”


Would You Be My Wife (End)

Summary: Bucky needs a way to get rid of his one night stands and decides to offer you a place to stay in exchange for you to pretend to be his wife who has caught him cheating. (Modern-Day AU drabble series)

Word Count: 804

Warnings: None.

“Would You Be My Wife” Masterlist

A/N: It’s been a great ride! Sadly, we have arrived to the end. Thank you for reading, guys! Thank you to @khaleesinarylfiel for sticking with me through everything. You’re an angel, Lyds. 

Originally posted by marvelloussuperbucky

Bucky sat down on the couch, a grin spread wide over his face as he draped an arm around your shoulder and pulled you close. “I love you,” he said against your cheek, turning you to face him in order to press a deep kiss to your lips.

You made a small noise of annoyance, but still kissed him back. “Goddammit, Bucky, you’re going to make me lose.”

He chuckled, pulling away from you to let you continue playing your video game. “Can you believe it’s been two years? Two fucking years together.”

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ships in the night. (m)

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Anonymous Requested: a fluffy, romantic, appreciative Namjoon smut

Genre: Smut, Angst, Fluff

Word Count: 6,252

Description: In your relationship somewhere along the line, the two of you started unknowingly passing each other by; something akin to two ships in the night.

Originally posted by himchans

The contact photo of his dimpled grin illuminated your phone screen just as you walked through the front door, making a goofy smile spread across your face. You set down the dinner and movie that you’d picked up on your way home from work, before sliding your thumb across the screen to answer his call.

“Hey babe.” You chirp, as you try to control the excitement in your voice.

“Hey…” The word comes out slow and somewhat hesitant, making you knit your eyebrows together.

“Is…  something wrong?” You ask questioningly. You wait a few moments and there’s still no answer, making a worry bubble up inside of your chest.

“Namjoon what’s—” You try to ask again, but you don’t get to finish before he interjects.

“I’m not going to be able to make it home tonight.”

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You, Damon and Alaric stood around the table and stared at one another.

“So how are we going to do this?"Alaric raised his eyebrow at you and Damon.

"We’re not going to do anything"you shook your head and turned to leave.

"Damon, just tell her!"Alaric exclaimed.

"Tell her what?"Damon looked up at his friend innocently. His actions made you roll your eyes.

"Tell y/n why you act the way you do around her”

“Why he acts like a total douche? Why he acts as if I’m not even there? Yeah please enlighten me?!"You sat down in your chair and folded your arms.

"Hold on it takes two to tango, your not exactly the nices-

"He likes you y/n"Alaric interrupted your quarreling.

"Alaric, you have got to be kidding me"Damon moaned as you slumped back in your chair. A massive grin spread across your face.

Rainy Days: Josh Dun imagine part 2

Part one:

Both of you sat down in a booth, across from each other, and munched on burritos and tacos silently for a couple minutes before anyone actually spoke. The rain pelting the windows became sort of soothing in a way, and you almost forgot about the dead phone in your pocket, still trying to process the fact that you were eating Taco Bell with Joshua William Dun from Twenty One Pilots. Honestly you would’ve never dared to actually think such a dream could come true, but by some crazy possibility, it did. Unsure of what to talk about, being the awkward person you were, you picked up a hot sauce packet beside you and read it, giggling. “What’s so funny?” Josh tilted his head to the side, face crinkling up into a smile, eyes squeezed tight and grin spread across his face. He was so cute. Ugh, if only he wasn’t worldwide famous and older than you, you’d probably actually have the nerve to kiss him on the cheek. But hey, that was just the crazy stuff you read in fanfictions, right?

“Just looking at the sauce packets,” you replied, handing it to him. He’s just here for today, you reminded yourself. He’s not going to stay, he’s not going to try and be your friend. He’s just buying you some food, taking you home, and giving you concert tickets. That’s all. Don’t get too attached. You tried to pound that into your brain, but as soon as his laugh reached your ears your heart couldn’t help but jump in your chest. His laugh was nothing like what you had seen in vines or interviews. This, real and genuine and authentic, right in front of you, it was ten times better. It was so sweet and adorable and cute and you needed to remind yourself he’s a grown man who picked you up off the sidewalk in the pouring rain and you should stop thinking such thoughts. Celebrity crush or not, you had to admit it felt sort of strange with him right across from you and not on a screen or television.

“I knew you’d come back for me,” he read aloud, raising his eyebrows and giving you a sexy wink, and you burst out laughing, trying your best not to blush.

“It’s a hot sauce packet for Pete’s sake,” you rolled your eyes. “You get so dramatic with it.”

“Come on, I want to see you try one,” Josh insisted like an eager little kid, picking one up and tossing it to you. You caught it perfectly and he grinned. “Nice catch.”

“If you never do, you never know,” you announced, trying on an accent.

“That was a nice one,” Josh chuckled. “You got fancy with the accent too.”

“You do another one,” you decided. “This is fun.”

“Okay,” he sighed. He picked a random one up, shot you a particularly mischievous smile, and then slid out of his seat.

“Where are you going?” you began to question, but he stood in front of you, kneeling down on one knee. “Oh gosh.”

“Y/n, will you marry me?” he joked, holding the hot sauce packet out towards you. Of course he got the will you marry me hot sauce packet.

“Of course!” you teased, knowing very well by now that your face was probably bright red. You couldn’t help but blush at a moment like that, especially with Josh looking so cute in his hoodie and kneeling down looking up at you with that adorable smile and messy red hair.

“Wonderful!” his eyes lit up. “I’ll go get the tortilla ring.”

“Whatever,” you rolled your eyes, both of you still laughing as he returned to his seat.

“Do they even make those?” he wondered.

“I don’t know,” you chuckled.

“Oh well,” Josh sighed, leaning back into his chair and letting his laughter die down. “I just met you and now we’re already married.”

“Yeah,” you giggled. You glanced at the window and frowned. “Looks like the rain’s not letting up anytime soon.”

“That’s okay,” he quickly answered. “That just means I get to spend more time with you, right?”

“Right,” you agreed. “But I don’t know why anybody would ever want to do that.”

“I would,” he looked at you with concerned eyes. “You’re a neat person. I bet everybody would love to spend a couple hours in a Taco Bell with you.”

“I wish,” you groaned, easing back into your chair.

“What do you mean?” he cocked his head to the side. “You’re amazing.”

“You just met me,” you narrowed your eyes. “You’re the amazing one here. You play drums for a world famous band, you’ve released how many records, and you’re still doing crazy good. I’m just a stupid high school student who can’t even walk home in the rain properly.”

“Don’t say that,” he frowned. “You’re going to do great things one day. Maybe even exceed me and Tyler.”

“I don’t know about that,” you chuckled. “But yeah. I hope I do something awesome.”

“You will,” Josh nodded. “I know you will.”

“Thanks,” you murmured. “A lot. For everything, for the ride and the food and being so nice.”

“It’s my pleasure,” he reassured. “Like I said, you’re fun to hang out with.”

“You too,” you grinned.

“So, do you have to be home anytime soon?” he raised an eyebrow.

“I’ve got three or four hours until my parents get home,” you reminded. “How come?”

“Well if this rain does eventually let up, I want to take you somewhere else,” he announced.

“Really?” your eyes lit up.

“Of course,” he smiled. “Ever played a game called Super Smash Bros?”

“Who hasn’t?” you rolled your eyes.

“Maybe if we ever get out of here I can take you on a couple rounds,” he suggested.

“I could beat your ass,” you joked.

“Want to bet?” he gave a sly grin.

“Absolutely,” you nodded, determination shining through your smile. “It’s on.”

For @ladyofacat

“What do you mean, you’ve never had a sleepover?” Nino demanded of his friend, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning up against the locker next to Adrien’s. 

Adrien shrugged and deposited his physics book into the confines of the metal, flipping the cover of his bag closed and shifting the strap. “Exactly that; Father never let me have one because of my photo shoot schedules.”

A slow grin spread across Nino’s face as the model shut his locker and turned to face his dark skinned friend. “But your dad is out of town for the next week, right?”

Adrien frowned, puzzled, but nodded. “Yeah, why-? No. Nino, no way.”

Nino pouted and settled his hands on his hips. “Oh, come on dude! He’ll never know!”

Adrien shook his head quickly. “Not unless Nathalie or one of the staff members tells him. Which you know they will.”

The grin returned to Nino’s face and his eyes lit up. “Not if you sneak me in.”

Adrien couldn’t believe he had agreed to this. When Nino had said he was going to sneak in, Adrien thought that he had meant through the front door, NOT by climbing up the trellis outside of his windows and banging repeatedly on the glass. 

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“Are you done yet?” Dean asked in an exasperated voice tone. He looked at you and then at James, the guy you’ve been talking with for the past two hours. Or well, more like flirting.

“Uh yeah, just a minute” James answered instead of you and Dean made a face, then glared at him. Or more like his back. James had turned to write his number on a small paper. He turned to you and handed it with a big grin.

“Hope I hear from you soon, beautiful” he said and kissed your cheek. HE got up and made his way out of the bar, not forgetting to wave at you.

You waved back at him with a huge smile and then looked down at the small paper with the number and his name written on it. You bit your lips to keep the big smile from spreading again, in vain though.

“You’re kidding me, right?!” Dean’s voice broke your trail of thoughts and made you look at him.

“Huh?” you only asked and he rolled his eyes.

“You can’t be serious, right now! You’re really considering calling him?!” he asked with wide eyes.

“Uh, yeah yeah. I think so” you said with a little shrug.

“Seriously?!” he asked again and you frowned at his reaction.

“Yeah, why? He is smart, funny, charming, cute and let’s not forget freaking hot!” you said with a big smile.

Dean scoffed, rolling his eyes “You call that hot?” 

“Yeah, I actually do. Why, you have a different opinion?” you raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah, well, you could do a lot better than that. And he definitely ain’t that hot. I mean, if you’re looking for someone actually hot to flirt with then, well, you know you could try with… me ” he said trying to act normal.

You looked at him with narrowed eyes, trying to understand what was actually going on until it all clicked.

“Oh my gosh” you exclaimed and the started laughing. You put a hand in front of your mouth to stifle your laughter in vain, though.

“Why are you laughing?” Dean asked with a frown and a small pout.

“You- you’re jealous! You’re actually jealous of him!” you exclaimed, still laughing.

Dean’s eyes widened a while but then he tried to brush it off as nothing “Wh-what? N-no, of course not! How did you even think of it? You saw that guy, why in hell would I be jealous of someone like him?” he laughed nervously and tried to avoid eye contact with you.

“I really have no idea what you’re talking about, (Y/n)” he said with another nervous laugh, but then pursed his lips and looked away from you.

“Oh Winchester, I never thought you felt that way about me. But really, there is no need to be jealous of him. I definitely think you are much hotter” you winked at him and got off your seat making your way out of the bar.

It took Dean a while to process what you had actually said “Wh-what?”

[Request by Anon]


A plaintive beep caused Poe to turn and look down. “Beebee-Ate says that you saved him.” Finn eyed the droid. “It wasn’t just me.” A slow smile spread across his face and his eyes twinkled. “Tell you all about it sometime.” “Either way, you completed my mission,” Poe gestured at their surroundings. “Beebee-Ate is here, where he was supposed to come all along. And you saved my jacket.” Finn started to slip out of it. “Oh, sorry–here.” Poe grinned anew. “No, no. Just kidding. You keep it. It suits you.”

Cursed (pt 7)

Originally posted by jinful

pt 1 | pt 2 | pt 3 | pt 4 | pt 5 | pt 6 | pt 7 | pt 8 | pt 9 | pt 10 | pt 11 | pt 12 | pt 13 | pt 14

Cat!Yoongi x Reader AU

(A/n): Yoongs is completely done with my shit in that gif lmao. By the time I finally get to write I’m already half asleep fml, sorry for the delayed update, hopefully I can get Interference up tomorrow. 

Just a warning that in the upcoming 2-3 weeks I’m gonna get busy because of finals sobs, so sorry in advanced.

There’s something cute about the way Yoongi looks so happy and accomplished when you agree to be his girlfriend. He has a cheshire grin that spreads across his face as he leaps onto your lap and nudges his head against your stomach appreciatively.

There’s also something odd about how quickly his mood changes and becomes stern as he looks up at you with his eyes narrowed, round pupils now slits.

“Since you’re my girlfriend, stay away from Kim Namjoon.”

You balk at him, raising an eyebrow, “And what if I don’t, huh?”

He’s taken aback by you, provoked and irked as he glares at you, “Just stay the fuck away from him, I don’t like him being around you.. Don’t give him any funny ideas when you’re dating me, not him.”

“That won’t stop me from being friends with him though,” you point out, reaching out to pick him up. Yoongi squirms and wriggles, swiping at your arms to let him go. However, you crush him against your front, hugging him tightly despite his half-hearted pleas to let him go, “You’re so adorable as a cat, can’t you just stay like this forever?”

“Yeah and never get to touch you intimately again? Yeah no thanks,” he grumbles as your face heats up.

“That’s what you’re worried about, not being able to touch me? You’re really hurting your boyfriend points Yoongi, and I just now agreed to date you,” you pout, pushing him off your lap, but he pretty much latches his claws onto the front of your shirt.

“Oh shush–”

Yoongi is interrupted by your phone, the cellular device vibrating and ringing on the bedside table. You look at him briefly before leaning over and answering your phone.


You startle, eyes widening when you remembered that you had to message Namjoon that you were alright.

“Oh hey uh.. Namjoon,” you say, watching the confusion on your boyfriend’s face morph into irritation, a hiss slipping out of his throat as his tail puffs out. You wince as his claws pop out from in between his paws but you choose to ignore it.

“Are you okay? Do you remember anything from last night?” Namjoon’s asks on the other line, footsteps echoing in the receiver.

“Mm.. I remember drowning myself in liquor,” you laugh, catching Yoongi staring at you apprehensive and upset, “Just a slight headache, but I’m fine.” Great, you want to correct, terrific even. There’s a surge of excitement or maybe accomplishment about Yoongi asking you to be his girlfriend.

You wonder if people are supposed to act different now, or feel differently now that they’re in a relationship. Surely you’re going to have some restrictions, Yoongi already telling you to stay away from the man you’re talking to on the phone.

“Just a headache? Are you sure?”

“Yeah! I’m fine–”

“Well I don’t believe you, so why don’t you open your front door and let me in.”

You blink, dumbfounded as your doorbell sounds off and Yoongi looks as though he’s gonna murder someone, probably about ready to sink his claws into your bed and destroy the sheets. Hopefully, you think, he doesn’t think about attacking your poor friend again.

“Stay in here,” you say but he hisses at you and you give up trying to persuade him to calm down, “Fine.”

You change into more decent clothing, not caring if Yoongi watches you like a hawk, his narrowed eyes following your every move.

“Tell him to leave,” he says simply when you’re about to slip out of the room.

You give him a look before sticking out your tongue at him. Hurriedly, you meet Namjoon at the front door, his tall, lanky frame standing in the doorway with a plastic bag containing what you assume is a bottle of advil.

“Hey,” he greets meekly, entering your living space when you move aside and welcome him inside despite Yoongi’s warning. Namjoon looks around wearily, and you could guess he’s probably worried about your cat- er boyfriend. You take pity on the poor guy when he flinches the second your silvery feline leaps onto the armrest of the couch and hisses at him.

“Suga,” you say plainly, shooting him a look when he glances at you irately, “Behave.”

He can’t complain, especially since he can’t just easily speak around Namjoon in the form that he’s in at the moment. Yoongi makes a mental note to punish you later for treating him like an actual animal. He’s not even a dog for that matter and your command sounds like one for a mutt.

“I bought you some medicine,” he says cheekily, placing the bag on the couch, “I was on my way to work and you didn’t message or call yet so I was just checking up on you..”

“Thank you,” you smile, watching how his face reddens and he returns the expression with one of his own with the appearance of his dimples you’d found adorable on your blind date with him, “I’ll be sure to take some later.”

“Do you want a drink before you go to work?” you ask politely, nodding your head towards your kitchen.

He nods eagerly, “Just a glass of water please.”

Once you disappear into the kitchen, Namjoon is immediately reminded that he is not alone in the living room. The cat venomously glares at him, pupils narrowed into slits as he wearily steps away from the couch.

“You probably don’t like me, huh?” he asks awkwardly, scratching his cheek with his index finger, “You’re probably protecting her from me.”

You’re damn right, Yoongi thinks with a twitch of his mouth, curling back to show off his canines.

“You have a really pretty owner,” Namjoon sighs dreamily, looking in the direction of the kitchen, “Do you think she has a boyfriend already? I’d like to take her out again some time.”

Yes, in fact she does you doofus, his thoughts grumble, feeling his chest tighten but choosing to ignore it.

The taller leans down to regard the cat with a look of curiosity, “Perhaps you’re my rival in love, huh, I’ll tell you what, I’m sure to win over her heart.”

Yoongi feels his claws extend from his paws, a strong need to swipe the man across the face brewing inside him.

Not much competition to feel threatened, he huffs in his mind, watching as Namjoon straightens and greets you with a toothy grin. He bows slightly, blushing brightly when your fingers brush against one another as he takes the glass and eagerly gulps down the clear liquid.

When Namjoon finally leaves for work, you collapse against the sofa with an exhale of relief. Staying in that position for a brief moment, you sit up straight and turn to glance suspiciously at Yoongi. The feline stares at you, unblinking as he stretches his limbs across the top of the couch.

“Did you do anything to him while I was in the kitchen?” you ask cautiously, squinting your eyes at him.

“Why do you think I did something, maybe he did something,” he protests, pushing himself up to sit back on his hind legs and cross his front legs over his chest. It’s odd and looks like something out of a cartoon, but you find it cute as he fumes about your suspicion.

“He was just going on about how pretty you were–”

“How about you Yoongi, do you think I’m pretty?” you blurt out, holding your breath when he halts and looks at you carefully. He’s always called you cute, but you wonder if he actually thinks you’re pretty or something.

“You’re gorgeous,” he breathes, cat eyes arching adorably and ears folding over, “Any man could tell from afar, that’s why you need to stay the fuck away from him.”

“Afraid he’ll steal me away from you?” you tease, wiggling an eyebrow at him.

He stares at you blankly, silent before he hops down from the couch and starts sauntering back to your bedroom.

“Yes, of course I am.”

You blink, jaw slackened before you regain your senses again and follow after him, “W-wait really?!”


Later on you place a gentle kiss on Yoongi’s nose before you leave for work. Although he doesn’t let you leave until you promise him to come home on time and not with another man, especially Kim Namjoon, you tell him no promises but you reassure him that you’d come back on time unlike last night.

You wonder, on your commute to work, what Yoongi does all this time while you’re away at work. Especially since he’s not a normal cat and a human in a cat’s body. You can guess he’d probably nap all day, snuggled up in your bed sheets.


You blush, the blood quickly rushing to your face and ears at the thought of you and Yoongi’s little make out session in bed that morning. You bury your face into your palms, embarrassed, completely ignoring the weird looks other commuters shoot at you when you whine.

When you look up, people are casting you side glances, and you turn around quickly to face the window. Why are you so embarrassing, you cry in your mind, quietly tapping your head with your fist.

You sigh, letting your fingers brush over your lower lip. Your tongue runs over the slightly chapped flesh, remembering the consuming heat that engulfed you when he merely pressed his lips against yours. Fuck, his tongue, oh god his tongue, the wet muscle lapping and dipping into your mouth.

You’ve never kissed anyone before in such a way, you never kissed in general up until Yoongi came into your life. How erotic, the way he nibbled and sucked at your lower lip until he was satisfied with how swollen they were.

Fuck, and the feather-like kisses on your neck, you just want him to ravish you– oh.

You blink as you pretty much get nudged in the side, barely knocking you off your feet. When you look over to apologize to the other, you’re surprised by the scarlet lips that greet you.

“I’m sorry, Miss,” the woman says, her voice enchanting, a low sultry whisper that you’d think could seduce any man.

You smile, shaking off your thoughts of Yoongi and bowing your head at the woman. This was she, the one Yoongi claimed to be his classmate, you thought you’d seen her at the bar the other day with Namjoon, but here she is.

When you get off the bus, you walk towards your building, the bus already long gone and no one else having gotten off with you. Maybe you didn’t see her get off, but she’s somehow right beside you and stopping you from going further with a well manicured hand resting on your shoulder.

It hurts, you think in surprise, the weight of her hand on your shoulder feeling like a ton of bricks lined with needles.

Her lips curl back to display her pearly whites, dark eyes watching you with a tilt of her head. Her tresses are dark and silky, and just like that day you first saw her, she’s wearing an all-black outfit.

“U-um.. can I help you?” You ask wearily, questioning the sick feeling that brews inside your middle.

She lets go and you feel weightless again, no weight bearing down on you.

“You’re that girl that was with Yoongi the other day, right?” she smiles, but the expression doesn’t reach her eyes, her dark orbs are mysterious and cold, “I’m Jinri by the way, are you perhaps his new side bitch?”

You blink, wondering how she could just say that with a sickeningly sweet smile on her face.

“Uh yeah.. I’m his girlfriend…” you say awkwardly, peeved that she called you a side bitch, “You’re his classmate from high school right?”

Jinri looks at you with an unreadable expression, frowning before she grins and laughs heartily, “Is that what Yoongi told you, that I was just his classmate? Sorry honey, but I’m his ex-girlfriend.”

You shouldn’t be surprised, someone like Yoongi is capable of having any woman he likes. You shouldn’t be surprised, this woman was gorgeous in contrast to you, and plus, she seemed really close to him the first time you’d seen her at the park.

When she leaves with a bubbly good bye, you’re left sitting at your desk that day, dejected and blank.

She’s his ex, you repeat in your mind like a broken record. It’s not the fact that she and Yoongi used to date that shocked you.

It was the revelation that Min Yoongi lied to you.

VIXX Reaction: When they realise they have fallen in love with you

Thank you to @exodarkwolf16 for the request! I love this one omg I’m going to cry from the cuteness.


He would be a little stunned. As he watched you, he would slowly realise, that everything you did and said, every single little thing, he loved everything about you. After getting over his overwhelming shock, a grin would slowly spread on his face. Straight away, he would go up to you and wrap his arms around you, spinning you around while laughing. He would be so happy, he probably wouldn’t be able to speak, he would just smile like an idiot.

Originally posted by yuu-jin


He would not know how to react at all. He would just an overwhelming urge to come up to you and hug and kiss you but he would be way too shy to do that. He would probably panic a little, not knowing what to do with these new, strong feelings. He would probably appear really shocked, a slight blush on his cheeks as he stared at you in awe, wondering how it was possible for one person to make him feel this way.

Originally posted by yuu-jin


He would instantly become really excited and giddy. He would love feeling the way he did, and once he realised it was you that made him feel that way, he would never be away from you. He would be super nice and lovely towards you, but like more than usual, and he would be super sweet. You would ask him what was wrong and he would just smile at you warmly and say ‘nothing. nothing is wrong at all.’

Originally posted by kong-tv


I really imagine Ravi to get a little emotional with his happiness. Like, he would just be looking at you and admiring you, when all of a sudden he realised how strong his feelings were getting until he couldn’t handle it and they really overwhelmed him. Knowing that he was close to you and that you would really ill him with love. He would start tearing up but he would quickly hide it, putting on a smile for you. He didn’t want you to worry, he would just want to spend time with you.

Originally posted by wonsiks-hamster-taek


He would get incredibly excited. He wouldn’t be able to suppress that award-winning smile as he looked at you, loving everything about the way you moved and spoke. He would let you know, too, everything you did e would just tell you that he loved the way you did it. I can see Hongbin as the type of person to sheepishly admit that he’s in love with you as soon as he realises. Although he is shy, he would want you to know, and he would just want to continue spending time with you, whether you felt the same or not. He would never want to lose you and his happiness when you’re there.

Originally posted by saeno-e


This boy would not hesitate for a moment. After getting over the sudden shock of realising his feelings, he would go straight up to you, turning you away from whatever you were doing and leaning over to take the back of your neck in his hand, pulling you forward into a kiss. After breaking it, he would stand back with a sheepish smile, apologising for his actions but admitting that he couldn’t resist. He would tell you about his feeling right away, if you hadn’t guessed already, and he would really hope you felt the same, because he couldn’t imagine his life without you.

Originally posted by nomoeme

Hope you enjoyed the reactions! Requests are open~


“I’m going to kill him. I’m so going to kill him” Jensen laughed, hiding his face behinf his hand.

“Yeah as if. You love too much anyway. Besides-” a sly grin spread on Jared’s lips “This! This is what I am talking about!” he turned to look at the crowd.

“That’s exactly the way he was blushing when he first met (Y/n)! Only- only it was way worse when he first found out. I was trying to say it sloly, I didn’t want him to have a heartattack after all. But I’m telling you- nobody could ever imagine that he would react that way. Not even me! And I know- Trust me, I KNOW just how much of a crush he’s had on her ever since she released her first single!”

“Oh no” Jensen’s eyes widened “Don’t go there! Don’t you dare go there!”

“Oh but I will!” Jared grined wickedly “So what was I saying? Oh yes, how muc of a fanboy Jensen is when it comes to (Y/n). You see, Jensen may have had a crush on her even before she became a profesional singer- you know when she’d use to upload videos of covers on youtube but when she became a singer oh that’s when the things got worse! I tell you forget about fangirls! He is way worse!”

“He would literally not shut it. He would be talking all the time about her and when it took her longer to upload a video of a cover of some song he’d go crazy! He would be checking his phone every damn second! And let me tell you that is not the worse! It’s when she’d upload some video that he literally lost it! He’d be like ‘Oh did you hear it? Come on Jared I sent you a link last night! Yes it was three in the morning so what? No of course I did not stay up till then watching the video again and again- ok maybe I did. But come on! Can you blame she’s just… so perfect!’ and he’d have that dreamy smile I know lots of fangirls have” Jared said with a chuckle as everybody laughed and applauded.

“Hey!” Jensen exclaimed, bright red “I did not say that ok?!… Not exactly that way, anyway” he added the last part in a much lower voice, a sheepish smile spreading on his lips.

Jared scoffed, looking at him with a pretty serious look “Really now? You wanna pull that card? I am the one being there to hear everything you said about (Y/n) during and after work. I already knew her entire carreer, mostly as singer and a littel as actress just because of Jensen not being able to stop himself from talking about her non-stop!” he threw his hands in the air.

“I really wished he’d shut up” he added with a shake of his head.

“I really wish you’d shut up right now!” Jensen ran a hand down his face.

“Oh please.” Jared rolled his eyes at him “And as if that was not enough- he became all bashful and shy when she actually came to act in Supernatural. Whenever she’s there he looks cool, yes, and calm and all that but I’m saying- not let that fool when you see videos of backstage. Oh no! The second she leaves he’s like 'Dang why the heck did I say that? Do you even think it was the right thing to? I mean I don’t think she realized anything but- do you belive she’ll think I’m awkward or- or weird?’ and yeah I better not continue cause-”

He glanced at Jensen “-considering the look on his face right now it seems that I’m not going to live the end of this day” he laughed awkwardly.

“Oh be sure about that Padalecki! You’ll pay for this!” he clearly threatened through the mic and everybody laughed, Jensen himself a little as well. Maybe still feeling embarassed but again he could get over it. As long as you didn’t get to hear all that anyway.

And you clapped along with everybody else, a wide smile on your lips.


Hi guys! So this is my first shot ever at writing fanfiction. I’ve been reading a ton of ML fanfics (just finished reading rainy days by TheLastPilot) And I just had to contribute! This one is really vague and short, so I hope it’s not terrible. If you guys like it I might write another someday for fun ^_^ 

Update: my latest attempt at a reveal fic here


Marinette didn’t plan for it to happen this way. As she stood untransformed opposite an equally shocked Chat, her mind raced to catch up to her mouth to say something— an excuse, an explanation, anything to wipe off that smug grin spreading across his perfect face.


“I- I- Chat, you— you can’t see me like this!”

“It was you, all along!”

The smile had spread into his whole body now, a look of joy radiating from every bit of his person.

“I can’t believe it! This is amazing!”

“Uh— “

Without any warning, Chat swooped in and hugged her, lingering only for a moment before pulling back to look at her bewildered face, placing his hands hands reassuringly on her shoulders.

“Chat, this wasn’t— you can’t—I—“

“Well, My Lady, I suppose it’s my turn.”

“N-no— Chat you can’t!”

“Why not? It’s not fair to you, I have to.”


“Plagg, detransform!”

Marinette squeezed her eyes shut as a flash of green engulfed her partner, afraid to open them again when it subsided.


Marinette slowly opened one eye, and not believing what it took in, opened the other to make sure she wasn’t hallucinating.

“Adrien?!?” she said, her voice betraying her disbelief. He laughed softly at her bewildered expression, wondering if his face was as red as hers.

“E-ever at your service, My Lady.” he said, his voice suddenly shy with the absence of the mask.

“you— you—“ she stammered, still trying to take it in, her mind racing to make sense of a million conflicting emotions welling up inside her.

“Weren’t expecting me?” he laughed, his tone revealing a little too easily how unsure he felt.

“What?! No—I-NO!I-I just— I can’t believe it’s you, I— I never thought it could be you“ she said, the words coming out faster than she had meant them to, “I— I wanted it to be you.” she said, her voice suddenly soft. She stared at him for a moment dazed before realizing what she had said. “I- I mean I— you’re—“  Before she could stutter out another embarrassing sentence, Adrien was close again, hugging her with a warmth that eased her nervousness and filled her with calm.

“I’m so glad it’s you, Marinette.” he said softly, burying his face in her hair.

“I’m glad it’s you, too, Adrien.” she said as she returned the embrace, listening to the soft beat of his heart, finding solace in the rhythm. They stood there letting their minds race, content to just be close, soaking in the warmth of each other’s presence for what seemed like ages.  

“I love you.”

The words came spilling out of her mouth before she could stop to think. Marinette froze when she realized that she had said them out loud. The silence that followed shot a jolt of fear through her, realizing that Adrien might not feel the same way towards Marinette as he did towards Ladybug. what have I done? what if he doesn’t like me like that after all?  Before she could tear down what was left of her confidence, Adrien’s hand moved to her cheek as he pulled back to meet her gaze. Were those tears?  His face was so full of emotion she could barely handle it. what did I do?

“Adrien?” she asked, concern spreading across her face as her doubts threatened to crush her.

“I—“ his voice cracked softly as he struggled to get out the words he had wanted to say to her since the moment he set eyes on her.

“I love you too, Marinette.” he said, tears threatening to spill onto his smiling face. “I love you so much.”

The sequel that no one asked for:

All of a sudden, the lump in Marinette’s throat dissolved into a laugh as relief flooded through her body, washing away the doubts that had almost destroyed her. This time, she pulled him close, burying her face in his chest, staining his shirt with the happy tears that had begun to fall from her eyes. Adrien curled in to her embrace, holding her tight to his chest as their nervousness dissipated in waves of soft giggles. Adrien’s hand moved again to her cheek, bringing her lips up meet his to kiss away whatever doubts she had left in her mind. They held each other, pouring into each kiss all of the passion and love they had stored up for so long in their hearts for the other. Little by little, they eventually untangled themselves, smiles immovably upon their lips as Adrien rested his forehead on hers, appreciating the deep blush blooming on the cheeks of his Lady and losing himself in the sea of the eyes of his Princess. 

Marinette’s heart pounded in her chest, fast and light as those summery eyes left her breathless in the best way possible. 

“So… I guess this means we’re together now, huh?” Adrien laughed softly, running his thumb across her cheek as he gently kissed her forehead.

“Until the end, mon Chaton.”


Thanks so much for reading!