#like pleeeaaaase let me gift it to him

[engagemythrusters]

i love silfy and mirkon

[rivetwrites]

Ok so hii so a few days my best friend dare me to dodge my bf kisses and take a video of it and i was like hell yeah;so i did it and it was hilarious jsjs so may i request Hajime,Shuichi,Mondo (im a mondo simp i-)and Rantaro's s/o dodge their kisses like the same situation i mention before

Have a great day mods!

//oooo this is interesting!! mondo simps rise the hell UP!!! i got a bit carried away - mod oma

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Mondo, Hajime, Shuichi, and Rantaro who’s S/O was dared not to kiss them

Under cut for length!

~Mondo Owada

Leon had dared you to go an entire day dodging your boyfriend’s kisses

You were going to decline, but he offered you a McDonalds gift card and you couldn’t possibly refuse

Your day started with you waking up slowly in Mondo’s chest

Thank god he was still asleep, so you can easily slip away without any morning kiss

When he woke up, he was pretty confused. You’re usually there in the morning for him

At school was a lot easier, since he had to keep his bad boy appearance

But his fleeting kisses whenever you to passed in the halls were pretty hard to avoid, since they always appear out of nowhere

Now Mondo was suspicious of you

Were you mad at him? Cheating? Sad?

He decided to ask his bros, which Leon had to stifle in his laughter

Once you two returned home on his motorcycle, he leaned in for another kiss once more, which you obviously avoided

“Babe, what the fuck is with you today?! You avoided me all day!” He didn’t mean to sound angry, but he was very confused and oddly saddened by the lack of affection from you

You knew you couldn’t tell him what’s up, but the look on his face shattered your heart

“Leon dared me to avoid all the kisses for a McDonalds gift card...” Now that you’ve said it out loud, you sounded pretty stupid

Mondo didn’t say anything, only picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder

“I’m gonna rip out his fuckin’ goatee, I’ll buy you McDonalds or some shit, just fuckin’ kiss me.”

Needless to say, you were flooded with kisses that night

~Hajime Hinata

Bets with Kazuichi usually always end up in you winning

But this one, he was sure you’d lose!!

He really wanted you to buy him something from McDonalds as your punishment for losing

“Hey hey! I have a bet, (Y/N)! And if you lose, you gotta buy me something!”

Of course you agreed. It was easy-

“You can’t kiss Hajime for an entire day!”

Now that won’t be too easy.

You accepted anyway. You didn’t want to buy Kaz anything

It started with Hajime immediately trying to get his lips on you, since he hasn’t kissed you the entire night

As soon as you pulled away before he could, he was automatically confused

“Babe? What’s up?” He asked, his fingers lingering on your waist

You didn’t want to tell him, but the look on his face made you heart hurt

“Soda betted that I couldn’t kiss you for an entire day. He said if I did, I have to buy him something..”

Hajime thought for a moment, then pulled away

“Fine with me. As long as you win.”

~Shuichi Saihara

You knew you shouldn’t take dares from Kokichi, but he wouldn’t stop nagging you about this one

“Pleeeaaaase?? It’s only for oooone day! Can’t you even do that?”

You wanted to wipe the smirk off of his tiny face, so you accepted

No kisses from Shuichi for a day. Easy enough

Thankfully, you and Shuichi didn’t sleep in the same dorm that day, since he was very busy with schoolwork

But at school, he liked to go out for lunch, since the crowded cafeteria gave him anxiety

You went with him, of course

Bad choice

He was already missing you from not sleeping in your bed the night before, so his hand was holding on tight to yours

You two were in a very secluded booth in a diner, so he was pushed up against you, his head resting on your shoulder

It was...very unlike him

Shuichi turned to look at you, leaning up to press a kiss to your lips, which you scooted away from him to avoid

He had the look of hurt and confusion on his face, a frown on his lips

“I-I’m sorry, Shuichi. I-I’m just not in the mood to kiss right now.” Good enough of an excuse

“J-Just one kiss? Kokichi dared me to be a lot more affectionate today, and he promised not to prank us next all next week!”

Ah.

And he had bet the same thing with you, just the opposite

So you two had no way to win the bet, since one of you would be breaking it

Fuck you Kokichi.

~Rantaro Amami

You wanted to do an experiment with your boyfriend

He thrives off of your affection and touch, so you wanted to see how he would react when you didn’t give him any

It was going to be difficult, since you two didn’t have any classes that day, but you’re not one to back away from a challenge

When he woke up to you not being in his arms, he was pretty confused

You two usually started your day cuddling!

When he got up to you sitting on the couch, he went over to you to give a good morning kiss, which you promptly avoided

Now he was concerned

But he didn’t push it, maybe you just weren’t in the mood. But he was!!

Near the middle of the day, he tried again, wrapping his arms around you from behind to give a kiss to your neck, which you pulled away rather forcefully

Rantaro’s brows furrowed, “Angel, is something wrong? You’re acting pretty weird.”

You explained that you just weren’t in a touchy mood, which he could sense is a lie, but didn’t press

When you two were getting ready for bed, you curled up in his chest as his hands run down your spine

“You know you can tell me anything, angel. Is something bothering you?” He was referring the absence of affection from you

“I just wanted to see how you would react with no kisses, that’s all.” You leaned up to press a kiss to his jawline

Your boyfriend let out a soft chuckle before peppering your face in small, much needed kisses

[emsylcatac]

A little push

Summary:

Alya asks Chat Noir to record a video of himself encouraging Marinette to confess...to Adrien.

Of course his mouth speaks on its own. Of course he says yes.

Of course his Lady is most likely sure to kill him.

...And of course Marinette feels like she's the one who's about to die.

Read it on AO3

Happy (very late) birthday to @janaikam ♥

I hope you’ll like this post-reveal pre-relationship fic!

A big thank you to Bren, Lisa & Alizeh for beta-reading this you’re all amazing!

* * * * *

“Pound it!”

Adrien looked into Marinette’s eyes as he said it and she did the same, giving him that soft smile of hers that never failed to make him feel better. They lingered a few seconds with their fists touching, searching each other’s eyes knowingly.

Even though it had been months since they’d discovered each other’s identities, they couldn’t help but share a special glance that said, ‘I know who you are now’.

They disconnected their fists and turned towards the victim of the day—a woman in her thirties—who was slowly gathering her bearings. Marinette walked towards her and helped her stand up, offering words of reassurance.

Adrien watched her fondly before joining her and giving the woman a pep talk himself, until she left, thanking them once again.

“Well, Kitty, we did good today, eh?” Marinette said, nudging him with her elbow.

Adrien laughed. “Of course we did, we’re unstoppable! But I think you should go, you’re about to detransform soon,” he winked.

“Olala, I should hurry! Wouldn’t want you to find out my oh-so secret identity super top secret!”

They both giggled, Adrien shaking his head. “I’ll see you in class on Monday,” she whispered, and dropped a kiss on his cheek before flying away.

He touched his cheek and stared at her retreating form. He was about to let yet one of his all too recurrent lovesick sigh when a voice called out to him.

“Pssst, Chat Noir!”

He turned his head, only to be met by Alya’s grinning face and waving hand. He beamed at her, noting that he still had enough time left if she wanted a small interview.

“Well well well, if that isn’t our ever-so always intrepid Ladyblogger!”

Alya took that as a sign that she could come and talk to him, laughing all the way.

“Please, call me Miss Ladyblogger, The Most Intrepid And Greatest Reporter Of All Time, and not to brag, also personal favourite citizen of our local heroes themselves, between you and me.”

“Oh, my bad,” Adrien chuckled. “What do you need of me? An interview? A selfie featuring my best winning smile? Or,” he dropped his voice conspiratorially, a hand around his mouth, “pictures of Ladybug falling in the fountain because she was scared of…a ladybug?”

Alya laughed. “Actually, I had a favour to ask from you, but if these pictures are still on the table… how much would you want for them?”

Adrien winked. “Give me a croissant and I’m your cat, if you don’t tell Ladybug about your sources, of course.”

She smirked. “Of course. It’s a deal. I’ll have your croissant same time, same place tomorrow.”

“Lovely. Now what was it you needed of me, before my time is up?”

“Oh. So this is gonna sound really weird but...Okay. So my best friend is a fan of yours; her name’s Marinette, I don’t know if you’ve heard of her?”

Adrien bit back a laugh and tapped his bell. “Rings a bell, must have met her once or twice. Admirable citizen, just like you!”

“Why, thank you,” she said, falsely flattered. “Well. So Marinette is trying to hype herself up to confess to the boy she loves—”

Oh.

“—but she’s always had troubles, you know? Except now she told me that she really wanted to do it, and I’m so proud of her! She has been in love with our friend Adrien for so long now—”

OH.

Adrien’s brain short-circuited after that, and Alya was talking, and probably saying very interesting things, but what was it about Marinette loving him?!

“—So, could you do that? It would really mean a lot to her! ...Chat Noir?”

He startled, trying to reconnect with reality, and was met with Alya’s confused frown.

“Sorry,” he said—because yes he could still speak, which was great, wasn’t it?—“I didn’t quite catch that last part. Could you repeat, please?”

“Oh! Yes, so I was wondering—since I’ve heard from akuma victims and Ladybug herself that you give the best pep talks and since Marinette holds you high in her esteem— if you would agree to give her a few encouraging words while I record you? I want it to be a little surprise for her.”

Oh. Now that was a funny situation.

...A very, very embarrassing situation he had no idea how to get out from.

Was it true? Was Marinette really in love with him? It made sense, in a way, he reasoned.

It would explain a lot of things.

But what would Marinette think if she saw him, Chat Noir him, making a video for her to confess to him, Adrien him?!

...She would probably hate him forever.

“...Chat Noir?” Alya’s voice brought him back on Earth once again. She was looking at him with what he assumed were the best pleading puppy eyes she could muster, and he’d be lying if he said it wasn’t working. Now he knew why Marinette couldn’t say ‘no’ to Alya and vice-versa.  “Could you do it? Please please please please pleeeaaaase? I’ll bring you another croissant! And Marinette really deserves it, you can’t deny her that—”

“Sure.” He heard his voice speak. Oh no. “I would love to!” Sometimes he wished he hadn’t been gifted with the ability to talk.

Alya let out a happy squeal, pulling out her camera. It almost convinced him that he had made the right decision in agreeing. Almost. “Thank you, Chat Noir, you’re the best! Marinette is going to be so happy after seeing it, no way she won’t nail her confession!”

“Hahaha…yeah...no way…”

Marinette was going to be mad at him. He didn’t know whether he should warn her or not; call her or not.

But one thing he was sure of, he was not at all ready to face her after that.

“So when you’re ready,” he gave an awkward thumbs up, “on the count of three… One...two...three...aaaand action!”

Adrien stared at the red indicator light on Alya’s camera, feeling like a deer caught in headlights. It was a terrible feeling. If a deer miraculous existed, he was sure very glad that he wasn’t its owner.

Alya nodded at him, reminding him that he had to speak.

“So,” he brought a hand to his neck, rubbing it awkwardly, “um, hello, M-Marinette, as you can probably see, this is Chat Noir! I’m here to tell you that...to tell you that...that…” He took a deep breath, trying to summon confidence he wasn’t sure he possessed at the time, and looked straight into the camera. “I’m here to tell you that I believe in you. I know you’re an amazing person and—”

* * * * *

“—you’ve been proving that you were very brave the few times that I met you. What I mean is...trust in yourself, and I’m sure your confession to...to that boy…”

“—Adrien,” Alya’s voice added in a harsh whisper.

“...Right. That boy A-Adrien will be very...very happy to hear it. I mean, you saying it, yeah he’ll be, um. Overjoyed. I think. Probably. So good luck and, uh...be happy.”

Marinette stared at her phone screen as the video ended, stopping on Chat Noir’s awkward finger guns with a face that clearly screamed like he just wanted to drown himself into the Seine, a sentiment she was currently sharing with him.

She couldn’t move for the next few minutes, replaying his words in her head. She didn’t dare to press “play” again and feel the embarrassment she was already feeling more and more a second time.

It was sweet of Alya, really. And well thought out. And Marinette probably would have loved the attention if the person she was planning on confessing to wasn’t the one encouraging her in this stupid video.

“Marinette?” she faintly heard Tikki’s voice calling out to her.

“I’m gonna die. No, wait… I’m already dead.” And with that, she dropped her phone on the floor and threw herself unceremoniously onto her bed, an arm covering her face.

���Marinette, this is great!” Tikki squealed. Marinette violently pulled her arm away to look at her. “Chat Noir said Adrien would be overjoyed to hear your confession!”

“Tikki. He said that ‘Adrien’,” she quoted the name with her fingers, “will probably be overjoyed. Keyword: probably. Keyface: the desperate one he was throwing at the camera screaming ‘please let me die’. How is any of this great, uh?”

Tikki didn’t answer right away. “Well,” she spoke in a timid voice, “if you’re both gonna die, then at least you’ll be together?”

Marinette knew Tikki was always trying to be optimistic, but this was a little much.

Tikki sighed. “Listen, I know it looks embarrassing—”

“—understatement of the century—”

“—but now you have the hardest part of your confession already done! All you have to do is call him or wait for him to call and—”

Marinette gasped and straightened up suddenly. “HIM TO CALL!” she screamed, and grabbed her phone.

When it was clear that no new notifications had appeared, she released a loud sigh to alleviate the pressure and fell back on her bed dramatically.

“Tikki. He hasn’t called. Or left any messages.”

“Maybe he’s waiting for you to do it?”

“Maybe.” Maybe not.

Marinette continued to stare at the ceiling, a thousand thoughts running through her head, all catastrophic.

“Tikki,” she called again. “He’s never gonna love me, isn’t he?”

“You know that’s not true.”

Marinette ignored her kwami. She grabbed her Chat Noir plushie that was snuggled up against her cat pillow, held it in front of her, and caressed the side of its ear and hair with one hand.

“All I want is to get lost in his emerald green eyes,” she almost sniffed, “pet his cute little kitty ears,” she rubbed the doll’s cat ear between her fingers, “and...and kiss his adorable kitty nose,” she bopped its nose, “and hold him close to me,” and she hugged the doll close to her chest.

“Marinette, don’t you think that you’re being a little dramatic here?” Tikki’s voice pulled her out of her reverie.

She glared at her, straightened up and shoved the doll into the kwami’s face.

“Tikki. There is nothing dramatic when it comes to this boy and my feelings for him.” She brought back the plushie close to her and lowered her voice. “I love you Adrien,” she murmured, before dropping a kiss on its forehead with a loud mwah.

Tikki sighed. “Well, now that you just practiced your confession and are ready for next time you see him, off to bed!”

Marinette pouted and gave her a distraught look.

Tikki’s expression turned kinder and more tender. “I’m sure everything is going to be perfect, Marinette. You don’t have to worry.”

“I hope you’re right, Tikki,” she answered while the kwami nuzzled her cheek. “I hope you’re right.”

* * * * *

“Are you finally going to tell me where we’re going?” Marinette asked again.

“Nope,” Alya grinned. “This is going to be fun, I promise.”

Marinette groaned playfully, the bag of croissants her best friend had asked her to bring swinging at the rhythm of her pace. It was a nice morning, and it was sunny for once in Paris. Marinette might not have slept a lot that night, but Alya’s overjoyed mood was lifting up her spirit.

...Until a realisation hit her and she suddenly stopped walking. “You’re not going to bring me to see Adrien, are you? Because you, dragging me on a Sunday morning, with croissants...”

Alya just laughed. “Of course not, silly. That’s you and only you who will have to decide when you meet up with him. I think I’ve done my part already,” she winked.

“Your par—oh. The video.”

“Yes, the video, the last little push you needed to have the most perfect and grand love confession that love history itself has never heard!” Alya dramatically said while making wide gestures with her arms, which would have amused Marinette greatly were it not for the tight knot she could still feel in her stomach from the previous day.

She forced a laugh. “Hahahahahaaa, yes it was very nice of…of Chat Noir to accept and…”

“Oh my god, Marinette,” Alya interrupted her. “Chat Noir was such a sweetheart. I wasn’t expecting him to accept but it was really nice of him.”

“Ooooh, yes yes, veeeery very nice of him, he really shouldn’t have,” Marinette nervously nodded.

“Right?! He probably had tons of other things to do but he still chose to take the time for us,” she kept on gushing.

Marinette thought she must have nodded dumbly after that. Talking about Chat Noir and the video just reminded her that he knew now and that she had no idea about what he thought of it.

That she had yet to officially confess—that she had yet to face him.

And somehow, the fact that he knew that she was in love with him when she hadn’t even told him herself, well… It felt more stressful than any surprise confession she could have planned.

“...and he even said that you were an admirable citizen, by the way,” she heard Alya’s voice talking to her again.

“Who? Me?”

“Yes, you! And me too, but that goes without saying,” she fake-bragged. “But come on, we’re almost there.” She grabbed her hand and pulled her in a small run, eyes glinting, and Marinette had no other choice but laugh at her best friend’s antics.

They passed by a small shop Marinette recognised as one that was destroyed the previous day during the akuma attack. They turned around a corner she knew would leave them were they defeated that akuma and—

“He’s already here!” Alya gasped.

—Chat Noir was casually leaning back against a wall, seemingly lost in thoughts and inspecting his claws.

...And all of Marinette’s panic came back full force in the span of a second. She was not ready. She was so, so not ready to meet him just yet.

She unknowingly gripped the bag of croissants and Alya’s hand tighter, using the latter as an anchor.

“Hoy, Chat Noir!” Alya waved at him.

Adrien turned his head.

Smiled and waved back.

Looked at her.

Dropped his hand and smile, eyes widening in horror.

Clearly, he too hadn’t expected her. She was probably looking at him with the same horrified look on her face and cursed her inability to pretend that everything was perfectly fine on command.

Luckily, Alya didn’t seem to notice the tension between them.

“I’m glad to see you remember our little deal,” she joked.

Adrien, bless him, quickly schooled his expression into a more neutral one and turned to Alya.

“Of course. A promise is a promise.”

“I’ve got your croissants,” she went on. “All warm of today from the one and only Dupain-Cheng bakery!”

“Wooohhh,” Marinette could hear the forced enthusiasm in his voice, “that sounds de-li-cious!”

He quickly glanced at her, and she averted her eyes immediately.

A nudge from Alya reminded her that she was the one with the bag of croissants and that she was supposed to hand it to him.

She all but shoved it into his face.

Great.

“Oops, err, sorry, here,” she apologised, dropping the bag in his hands instead.

“It’s fine, thanks,” he answered quietly.

She didn’t dare to look at him. Maybe he was looking at her, or maybe he was avoiding her, too. It felt awkward.

It felt so wrong.

Wouldn’t he look overjoyed if he was in love with her and just learned she loved him back? Wouldn’t he?

Alya’s voice pulled her out of her spiralling thoughts. “So, do you have my merchandise, hm?”

Marinette looked up to Adrien who seemed to be startled from his own thoughts, too. “Of course,” he zipped down his pocket, “here. It’s all on this USB key.”

He gave Alya a wink for good measure.

“Thank you, you’re the best!”

“What’s on it?” Marinette asked, more to pretend that she was invested in whatever was happening than out of real curiosity.

“Ah-a! That’s for me to know and you to never found out,” Alya wiggled her eyebrows. “Oh by the way,” she gave a small movement of the head in Adrien’s direction, “what did you think of the video?”

Marinette’s eyes widened in horror and she looked into Adrien’s eyes to see him looking back at her absolutely...terrified. She couldn’t find a better word to describe it.

He looked….he looked terrified.

...He really had moved on, hadn’t he? She was too late, and the idea that he would have to reject her terrified him, wasn’t it?

Marinette tried to control her emotion and keep the tears she could already feel prickling her eyes from escaping.

“The...the video?” she said timidly. “The one you sent me yesterday with Chat Noir?”

Alya nodded enthusiastically. Adrien was offering a tentative smile but she could see how much it was costing him to do it.

“Oh yes I hope… I hope it’s gonna help you,” he murmured in a trembling voice.

...She couldn’t do it right now. Internally cursing herself for being a stupid coward or some other name she didn’t even had in mind, she took a deep breath and summoned the cheeriest voice she could muster.

“Ooooh hahahaha, yes it was very nice of you and um, and a good surprise! But pfffeeew, it wasn’t necessary at all, I mean! I loved that you took your time for me but… I’m totally over Adrien, hehe. It wasn’t even a big big crush I had you know, just a tiny tiny little feeling, but now it’s all gone into the wind, wooooshh!”

She could feel Alya’s incredulous eyes on her, and saw the small smile Adrien had been trying to maintain completely disappear.

“But… Marinette, what are you saying? Just yesterday you were telling me on the phone that you were head over heels for Adrie—”

“Exactly,” Marinette cut, nodding, “yesterday is suuuuuch a long time ago, things have totally changed now!”

Her statement was met with silence, so she looked awkwardly from Adrien to Alya, and to Adrien again.

Adrien, who looked like a part of his world had just crumbled in front of his very eyes.

“Well,” he said, voice quivering, and she suddenly felt like she was falling from very, very high, “it’s okay.”

It was not.

“I’m glad to know that you’ve made peace with your feelings,”

Oh god no, please no.

“and that you don’t really need my help to...to confess.”

No, no, no...Everything, but not this.

“Chat Noir…” Alya tried to speak, sounding apologetic.

Adrien gave her a wobbly smile.

“Don’t worry, I’m always happy to help, even if things don’t always work out as we hope they would. And it was fun to spend a little time with you two.”

Marinette wanted to speak, but no words would come. She was sure her tears were visible and she tried to convey what she wanted to say with her eyes instead except...she didn’t even know what exactly she wanted to tell him.

Probably it was why she couldn’t form a sound.

Adrien’s eyes met hers for a split second, and he turned around, his back to them.

“Well, if you’ll excuse-me, I have somewhere else to be. I hope you two have a nice day.”

“Chat Noir, wait—”

But he extended his baton and soon disappeared behind a building.

“Wait…” Marinette whispered again, staring at the spot where he had just vanished.

“...Marinette?” Alya tentatively called out to her.

She turned to her best friend and let her tears free to roll on her cheeks.

“Alya... Why do I keep messing up? Why do I keep messing everything up?”

“Oh, girl… It’s okay.”

Alya pulled her in a hug and Marinette let herself cry.

“No, no it’s not. It’s… It’s not. Why did I say all of this? None of it is even true,” she sobbed.

Alya rubbed circles on her back and let her talk her heart out, listening patiently as always.

“You panicked at the idea of admitting again to someone that you loved Adrien?” she finally asked.

It wasn’t exactly that, but Marinette couldn’t really say why, so she just nodded into her neck.

Alya sighed. “I’m sorry, I probably shouldn’t have asked Chat Noir for this video. I thought it would be a good idea, but…”

Marinette shook her head frantically. “It was a great idea Alya, it’s not your fault.” And she meant it: she would have loved the video had Ladybug and Chat Noir not been her and Adrien. “It’s just me, I don’t know why I’m like this. And now, I hurt Chat Noir,” she whispered.

“Forget about Chat Noir right now,” Alya said. “It’s you who’s hurting. I’m sure he’ll understand, he said he had been happy to help anyway. And if you want, we can make a little video to tell him it was a joke,” she teased.

Marinette managed a giggle through her tears, and broke off the hug. Alya kept her hands on her shoulders.

“But seriously. Are you sure it’s only the Adrien thing that is making you cry? I feel like you’ve been more stressed than usual lately.”

She shrugged; she didn’t even know the answer to that.

“You know what?” Alya said, tone a little less consoling and a little cheerier. “I declare today as a girls day, and a make-Marinette-feel-better-day. So we’re going to have a nice lunch in a nice little restaurant, and then we’ll go to the cinema, how does that sound?”

Marinette finished to wipe her tears. “That sounds great Alya, thank you so much. I couldn’t have asked for a better best friend, you know... You’re always there for me.”

Alya laughed and gave her a side-hug, dropping a kiss on her cheek. “Oh you could. You could have been me and have you as a best friend.”

That made her laugh. She still had to talk to Adrien, but for now she was glad to forget a little about him.

* * * * *

It had taken quite some time for Marinette and Adrien to get used to each other’s identities. They had been fumbling with their words a lot, overthinking each of their moves. It was a sort of out-of-body experience to merge two persons you viewed as two different entities into only one, and it had taken some time to really click in their mind and adjust their newfound dynamic.

So yes, it hadn’t been short, but they had gotten there—they had found a common, safe compromise.

But now, as Marinette anxiously watched Adrien’s back as he was packing his bag before leaving for lunch, it felt as if all this progress had been destroyed and they were not even back to square one, but to square minus ten.

She purposefully took more time than necessary to clean her table, nodding to Alya to let her know to go ahead and that she would join them at the cafeteria in a few.

And soon it was only the both of them left in the classroom.

Starting a conversation with Adrien had finally felt natural, like starting one with Chat Noir before they knew each other’s identities, yet it had never felt harder than now.

Thankfully, he was the one who took the plunge.

“Marinette? Can I… Can I ask about what happened this weekend?”

His tone wasn’t unkind, far from it, but it was also firm.

“This...this weekend?” she stuttered, cursing herself for pretending she didn’t know what he was referring to.

His expression crumpled a little and he sighed. “You know what I’m talking about. Listen, I’m gonna be honest with you—”

The knot she had in her stomach tightened and she could feel her heart beat faster—the kind of beat that wasn’t due to a sudden surge of love, but the one that was fearful of what the turn of events might be.

“—but sometimes, you confuse me. I mean, it got better now that we know, but there are times I don’t know what you think and…” he sighed again, and ruffled his hair.

Marinette kept staring at him; he was right.

“And this weekend, I finally thought I had figured it out, but then you…”

“I’m sorry,” she murmured.

Adrien shook his head, looking like he was the one feeling sorry. He took a step towards her, and brought a hand to her face, gently putting some strands of hair behind her ear. “It feels like you don’t trust me with your feelings, my Lady,” he almost breathed. “I’ve always told you how I felt, or if something was bothering me...even if I’ve been more than clumsy about it at times.”

Marinette said nothing.

“I’m just asking you for the same honesty.”

He dropped his hand from her face but kept maintaining her gaze. His look was intense, expectant, but oh so disheartened.

“I’m sorry,” she finally mumbled again, because words still wouldn’t work.

His expression turned to a resigned one, and her heart broke a little.

“You know that you’re my best friend and that I’ll never think badly of you no matter what?” he said, before turning around.

“Adrien...wait—”

His phone rang.

“It’s the Gorilla. He’s waiting for me. I’ll see you after lunch,” and with that, he exited the classroom, leaving Marinette even more frustrated with herself than she had been before.

* * * * *

It’s precisely because something is important that it’s important to say, no matter what.

She had lost count of how many times she had repeated this in her head ever since Chat Noir had told it to her. She had often been close, so close to follow it and say what was on her heart.

So close... But she had never achieved it.

Marinette took a deep breath. Exhale.

Adrien was in the locker room, alone. All the other students had gone back home now, but a fencing lesson after class had held him up.

She had waited the entire lesson—she knew he would come by the locker room at the end to take some school books.

“Adrien?” she called timidly.

He stopped what he was doing, a hand on the locker door. He didn’t turn around.

How many times had she imagined confessing to him?

How many times had she planned her confession to him?

How many times had it all failed…?

Confessions don’t plan themselves, she figured. They just happen when they happen.

“I know you’re probably still frustrated with me, but...there are things I want to tell you.”

Hello Marinette; as you can probably see, this is Chat Noir.

“First of all...I’m sorry. For yesterday; for being confusing to you. For being a coward,” she whispered the last word.

I’m here to tell you that I believe in you.

“The truth is… I’ve always been afraid to open my heart, and especially to you.”

She couldn’t read his expression, but he hadn’t moved, his back still to her.

She took a step forward.

“Which is stupid, of course, because you’re my partner and there’s probably no one I trust more than you.”

You’re an amazing person—

Another step.

“But I think that’s because you’re so important to me that I’m scared to be honest with you. Because once I tell you…”

—and you’ve been proving that you were very brave.

“Once I tell you, you’ll know everything about me. And that’s terrifying.”

Trust in yourself.

“You told me once that it was because something was important to say that it was important to say it. No Matter what. Well. I have something important to tell you.”

She took another step, so she was standing right behind him now.

I’ll be happy to hear it.

“I love you, Adrien,” she whispered, and hugged him from behind.

You, saying it. I’ll be overjoyed.

“I love you,” she repeated louder into his back.

Good luck and…

She untangled herself from him. “I love you,” she said firmly, confident, one last time.

...Be happy.

Adrien turned around.

And he had the brightest smile she’s ever seen on his face, tears glistening at the corner of his eyes. Just like that, hers that she hadn’t noticed forming ran on her cheek and she let out a choked giggle. She threw herself at him, her arms around his neck.

He caught her easily and hugged her back just as tightly.

“Thank you for being honest with me,” he whispered into her hair. “I love you too. So, so much.”

She hugged him tighter, and put her hand in his hair, massaging it.

They stayed like that a few minutes, gently swaying.

Then, Marinette loosened her grip on him to look into his eyes. She slid her hand from his shoulder to his arm to his hand to link her fingers through it, but kept her other one in his hair.

She could almost feel him shivering.

They nodded at each other, knowing what they wanted.

And then their lips met. Softly, lingering but not pushing.

Marinette was aware of everything that was him, that felt him: his hair, that she was still caressing with her hand. His arm around her, with his hand slowly running up and down her back.

His other hand, still tangled with hers, slightly pressing more and more as the kiss went on. It sent waves of shivers throughout her body.

And his lips and breath on hers.

They broke the kiss, giddy smiles on their faces. Marinette grabbed his face then and kissed his nose.

Adrien laughed. “What was that about?”

“I wanted to kiss your kitty nose.”

He snorted. She giggled, and climbed on her tiptoes once more to kiss his laugh.

Once. Twice.

Three times.

He kissed her back each time.

“I’m sorry about this video. It must have put you in a tight spot,” she said after the third kiss.

Adrien whined. “I am the one who’s sorry. I had no idea what to do and I thought you were going to kill me.”

“I thought I was going to kill myself when I saw it,” Marinette exclaimed. “And then Tikki said that at least we’d be happy and dead together!”

Adrien burst out laughing. “I’d rather be happy and alive with you for now, if that’s okay.”

Marinette nodded frantically. “Oh yes me too. It was a good video though. It did help me in the end.”

“Yeah?” he asked, sounding hopeful.

“Yeah. And from now… I’ll make sure that you know what I feel about you.”

He gave her one of his soft smiles, one of her favourite smiles of his. “Promise?”

“Promise.”

And she sealed it with another kiss.

.

.

.

_____________

Bonus scene:

Adrien watched Marinette out of the corner of his eyes. She was calm, sipping her tea.

But something was wrong. He could feel it.

Maybe it was in the way she was so casually drinking, almost ignoring him. Maybe it was because she still hadn't reacted to the pictures of her, Ladybug her, falling head first in the fountain that Alya had released the previous day—with the bright grand title "Ladybug vs ladybug? It's more likely than you think."

Maybe it was a little bit of both.

Marinette brought her tea one last time to her lips, and put the cup on the desk.

"You feeling good Chaton, uh?" she asked in a calm voice. Calm, but with a tone that either meant "all is good" or "all is wrong".

It was terrifying. He gulped.

"Yes?"

She nodded. "Good."

His right leg was rapidly bouncing up and down in anticipation. Marinette grabbed her phone and tapped a few things on it, before putting it back on the table.

His phone rang.

She was looking at her nails, casually rubbing them with her thumb. Adrien raised a brow and looked at his own phone.

One new message. From Marinette.

A link. And a caption that just said: '😘'

He clicked on it. A tab to the Ladyblog opened.

He felt a wave of dread slowly washing over him as the page loaded.

And suddenly, in bright, grand title was written:

"Five Times Chat Noir Was Scared By A Passing-By Cat, And The One Time He Fell Into The Seine."

[allskynostars]

Who She Was, How She Loved.

First off, this is my first one shot so I don’t know if I’m doing it right. And second, I don’t know what the fuck came over me to write this heart breaking story, something is wrong with me obviously. Like I made myself a sobbing mess sooo…

But I hope someone somewhere like it and it makes you feel something. That’s the goal. Okay. Deep breath. Here goes…

p.s I think I’m supposed to warn about major character death?

***

Jughead placed the plate of pasta in front of his daughter, she smiled up at him with a gummy grin and her big green eyes. Her two front teeth had both fallen out at the same time, his heart warmed thinking about how excited she had been leaving her teeth under her pillow for the tooth fairy. Her excitement matched in the morning when she found the coins the tooth fairy had left in their place. She wanted to save enough to buy herself a journal, and his heart had grown a size or two. So much like her Mother, especially as she sat there with her blonde hair Jughead couldn’t bring himself to cut.

“Daddy?” She had picked up her fork and was now pushing the pasta around in her plate with disinterest, very much unlike her. She had taken after her Dad in the food aspect, which he was rather proud of.

“What’s up, bug?” He asked as he sat opposite her at the dining table.

“Did Mummy like pasta?” She looked up at him with eyes just like Betty’s and Jughead had to mask the pain that took residence on his face whenever his wife’s name was mentioned.

“Junie, Mummy loved pasta. Just like you. And do you know what else?” He wanted Juniper to know every last detail about her Mother, who she was and how she loved, and one day he would tell her their whole story, but not yet. It was a bit heavy for a 6 year old.

“What?” She asked, eyes wide in curiosity.

“She hated pumpkin, baby. Just like you.”

“Yuck, punkin.” She scrunched her nose up at the thought, crossing her arms in distaste. “People who like punkin are weird, Daddy. You’re weird.” Jughead let out a laugh at his daughters comment, knowing full well she wasn’t wrong. Juniper finally stabbed a piece of pasta and popped it in her mouth, chewing around it and thinking of her next question. “What else did Mummy like?”

Jughead was always torn whenever Juniper asked about Betty. He wanted her to know every little detail about her Mum, but talking about her made his heart ache and his throat swell. And as much as he tried to put it off his mind couldn’t help but bring that memory to the forefront. It was the best and the worst day of his life.

*

The nurse placed the baby girl in Betty’s arms, and Jughead swore he had never been as happy as he was in that moment. Even though Betty had just given birth to a damn human, she still looked like an angel. Her hair was stuck to her face with sweat, cheeks red, eyes brimming with tears of elation. She was staring down at her daughter in her arms with a look that Jugheads memory would never do justice. She spoke without taking her eyes away from her new born daughter.

“Juggie, we made her. Can you believe it?” Her voice was thick with love. Jughead had to swallow before he could speak.

“You did all the hard work, Betty. I’m so proud of you.” He places a hard kiss to her temple. Betty finally managed to pull her eyes from her baby and smile a warm smile at her husband. “So, are we decided on her name?”

“Yes, it suits her don’t you think?” Her eyes are back on her daughter. “Hey, little Juniper. You want to meet your Daddy?” Jughead is more careful than he’s ever been as he takes his daughter from Betty. As he’s looking down at her little face, her eyes taking him in, he can’t help but think all the cliches to life. She is the sweetest thing he’s ever seen, and he’s so in love. He curled his finger around her little hand.

“Hey, Juniper. I’m your Daddy, baby girl.” He didn’t even notice the single tear that rolled down his face. “You and your Mummy are the the best things in my life, and I promise I will never let anyone or anything hurt either of you.”

*

He broke that promise very shortly. Not intentionally, and by no choice of his own.

“Daddy?” Junipers voice broke him from his reverie.

“Sorry, baby. Let’s see, what did Mummy like?” He pinched his chin with his thumb in forefinger with a funny look on his face that caused a burst of giggles from his daughter. “She liked movies, especially the old ones.”

“Like black and white ones?” She asked her Dad.

“Some of them were, yeah. And she liked vanilla milkshakes. She liked to read. And she loved to write.” Junipers eyes lit up at this new revelation.

“Really Daddy? Like me?” Her smile was contagious.

“Yeah, Junie, just like you.” He leaned over the table to say quietly, “She wrote to you, you know. When you were in her tummy.” She was nearly jumping in her seat.

“Can we read some, Daddy? Pleeeaaaase?” She almost yelled in excitement, giving another toothless grin at her Father.

“Of course, sweetie. When you finish your dinner, how about you have a bath and we’ll read some tucked in bed?” Juniper shovelled more than a mouthful of pasta into her mouth at once, and quickly stood from her chair and pushed it in.

“All finished!” She said through a mouthful of food. Jughead cold only laugh at how much she looked like him right then.

“Alright, my little bug. I’ll go run that bath.”

Once he had Juniper in the bath, he went to his bedroom and pulled the box down from the top of his closet. Only on occasion would he pull out the journal that Betty had filled with pages and pages for Juniper. He ran his hand over pink front cover.

Betty’s pregnancy had been complicated from the start, and there was a lot of talk of worst case scenarios and so many take it easy mentions that she had stopped working at the Registery. So at night when she couldn’t sleep from being so anxious for her baby, and with the lack of writing she was doing now, she channeled it all into this journal she was going to gift to her little girl one day. At first Jughead couldn’t understand, she would be up all hours and he would worry that she was never getting enough sleep. He would tell her it was silly, nothing would happen and she could tell their little girl everything herself soon enough. But she ignored him and did it anyway, and he came to understand. And now he was eternally grateful to his wife for her determination to do it.

It was all that Juniper would have of her Mother that was her own, not things she would hear from Jughead, or her grandparents or Auntie Polly and Uncle Arch.

This journal was for her, and when she was old enough to understand he would gift it to her and she could read it all herself, take from it whatever she wanted. But for now he could read her a page or two.

*

Jughead walked around the room a few times with his new born daughter in his arms, and he never wanted to put her down. But when Betty ushered him back to her with an “Oi” and a hand wave, he obeyed.

He sat down on the bed with Betty gently as not to move her too much. For all the complications during her pregnancy the birth had run smooth. He repositioned Juniper in his arms so that her little head was between the two new parents.

think she looks like you, Jug. What do you think?” She pecked a tiny kiss on her daughters head.

"She’s beautiful, Betts. Which she only could have gotten from you.” Betty swatted his arm and let out a laugh.

“Oh, shush you.” She leaned toward him and kissed him softly, pausing against his lips and smiling. “I love you so much, Jughead. I’m so happy right now. I can’t believe this is my life.” She had her eyes closed, she was a little pale and he thought of how exhausted she must be.

“I love you more than you’ll ever know, baby.” He kissed her back. “Do you want me to let you get some rest?” She quickly grabbed his arm, pulling him back to her as he went to move.

No, stay. Both of you. I want to enjoy this moment.” She lay her head against his shoulder and just watched her daughters face. She bought her hand up slowly to run it down Junipers cheek. “I love you, little bug. You are all I’ve ever wanted and you will be so loved by everyone, you have no idea.” She was a little breathless as she spoke.

"Just us 3, against the world.” Jughead said with a beaming smile. “Right, Mummy?” He looked back at Betty, and she was awfully still. His heart was in his throat when she didn’t respond. “Betty? Betts?” He did his best to try and shake her awake with his shoulder while still holding Juniper. Betty’s head slumped from his shoulder. “Betty! Oh, oh my god Betty. Help!” He was yelling now, trying to get someone’s attention. He quickly jumped up and popped Juniper in her incubator, she was screaming and crying now with all the commotion but he had to get back to his wife who was lying motionless in her hospital bed. He put one hand around her neck and lifted her head, but there was no strength in her. “Fuck, Betty, please wake up baby. Come on. Help! My wife, please!” He reached up with his free hand and slammed the emergency button above her bed.

In less than a minute the room was flooded with nurses, they were pulling him away from Betty and he was resisting.

That’s my wife, you have to help her, please help her.” His face was saturated in tears, his voice barely a whisper. He could barely remember anything after that except a nurse telling him “We are trying, Mr Jones, but we need the room. I know it’s hard but please, I will come and get you when she’s stable.”

He did as he was told, and sat in the hallway outside her room with his head in his hands. Archie and Veronica were there with flowers and a teddy bear and so many questions, but he couldn’t speak so they sat with him and waited. He couldn’t shake the image of Betty lifeless out of his head. God. Please. Not now, he was begging. Praying.

"Take me instead, please I beg you. Take me instead, I’ll do anything.” He hadn’t realise he’d been saying it out loud until a throat was cleared.

"Mr Jones?” Jughead quickly shot up, his heart in his throat.

Yes, my wife, Betty? Is she okay? What’s happened?” And when he saw the look on the doctors face, his heart fell from his throat through his chest and he swallowed it whole. He didn’t even hear the words, it was just a mix of medical terms he couldn’t understand and apologies. “We’re sorry… Did all we could… postpartum hemorrhage…” All he really remembers is falling to the floor, Archie racing to catch him and Veronica sobbing.

*

Juniper was now in her pjs and snuggled under her covers. “Okay, ready Daddy.”

“That’s my girl.” Jughead placed a kiss on her forehead and lay down next to Juniper on her little bed. “Should we start at the start?” He asked her.

“Yes!” She snuggled into her Dads shoulder. “Pretty.” She noted, rubbing her hand over the pink cover of the journal in Jughead hand.

“Like you, baby girl.” He placed another kiss on her forehead. “This is yours, Juniper. Mummy wrote it for you, and when you’re old enough, it’ll be yours to take care of. That okay?” He looked down at her, her eyes trained on the journal and her mouth in a little pout. So many times a day Jughead would catch her looking so much like Betty, normally in a moment of thought like she was now. She nodded at him.

“I wish I was old enough now.”

“I know baby, but you’re already growing up too fast for Daddy’s liking. So too bad.” He nudged her with his shoulder and she laughed at him.

“Quick, Dad! Read to me.” She said a little impatiently.

“Sorry! Okay, let’s read the first page. This one Mummy wrote when she first found out you were in her tummy,-”

“Babies don’t grow in tummies Dad.” He looked down at her in slight horror.

“Okay, this is what I meant by growing up too fast, smartie pants.” She just smiled back at him and nudged him to carry on.

“Well then, Mummy wrote this for you when she first found out she was having you. The doctor told her that she had to be very careful and not to do too much with herself, so with all her free time she wrote to you.” Jughead was waiting for a response from his daughter, and when he didn’t get one he took it as means to carry on.

“To my little bug-”

“That’s what you call me, Daddy.” She said happily. Jughead could only smile.

“It’s what me and Mummy called you before we knew you were a girl, before you were born.” She contemplated that for a moment.

“Okay, I not stop you anymore. Keep going.”

“To my little bug, I love you so much already. Me and Daddy can hardly believe you are in there! I can’t wait until I can feel you moving in there, my love. I don’t know if I can wait the 8 months to meet you. The doctor told Mummy I have to take it very easy, and your Daddy is making sure of that. He’s going to be the best in the world baby, I just know it. You and I are so lucky to have him. I promise to fill this whole journal with stories about Mummy and Daddy, and all about our journey together while you’re growing. I can’t wait to see your face bug, I secretly hope you look just like your Daddy. I hope my heart is big enough for the both of you!.”

“Daddy? You okay?” Juniper looked up at him and reached her little hand out to wipe a tear that had slipped down Jugheads cheek. “Why are you sad?” He kissed her hand that was against his face and put the journal on the ground,

“I just miss your Mum, bug. But I’m so lucky to have a little bit of her in you.” Juniper snuggled in closer to her Dad. “I think that’s enough for tonight, you need to sleep little one.”

“You forgot before, Daddy. When you told me about what Mummy likes.”

“Mm? What did I forget?” She looked up at him and he brushed her hair from her face. She had a smile on her face just like Betty’s and it made his heart twist in his chest.

“You! Silly. Auntie Ronnie told me that you were Mummy’s soul friend and I always remember.” He could feel his eyes wanting to cry again but forced it back, he didn’t want to end up upsetting Junie.

“Auntie Ronnie wasn’t wrong, baby. Mummy is my soul mate.” He lightly kissed her nose as he rose from her bed and tucked her in. “And you should be on that list too, Junie. She loved you more than anything.”

He stood in her doorway for a moment after he switched off her light, her face illuminated from the light in the hall as she fell into a peaceful sleep. She was the perfect balance of himself and Betty, he thought. His heart broke more every day without her, but those glimpses of her in Juniper helped to mend it.

“I miss you, Betts. So much. I wish you could see her grow. There’s so much you in her, and I wouldn’t change it for the world. You knew I could never live without you, and with giving me her meant I never have too. I love you for that.”

fin.

[kaceyrps]

Under the cut are some plots I would love to do. If there’s a couple you like, I am more than open to doing more than one rp with the same person, or even making a mumu out of it. If you like anything on the list just send an im, or like this and I’ll message you.

Muse A is the typical nerdy, smart girl who gets straight A’s and spends the majority of her time either studying or reading. Muse B is her tutor student, not the most popular guy, but he is in the right crowd. People know his name, he is on the basketball team, and he gets invited to all the parties. To say the two are on opposite ends of the social spectrum would be an understatement.  Where Muse A only sees him in an academic sense and more of dumb jock then anything, Muse B wants to see if he can break her out of her shell or prove that she is just as much as a teacher’s pet as people say. After endless sessions of pestering and calling her stuck up, Muse A agrees to let Muse B take her to some sort of party. One weekend Muse B takes Muse A to a party, seeing if she’ll let loose, which she finally does. After that night, Muse A and Muse B see each other in a different sort of way. Their friendship develops and Muse A begins to show her true colours, while Muse B does the same, proving them to be more alike then they thought.

pleeeaaaase give me a plot where muse a is a popular cheerleader, and a total bitch. muse b is a little nerd guy who can be a little feisty at times, but generally sticks to himself. not very many people know that he’s got an attitude, so muse a is dared to court and date him so she can go to prom with him and dump him in front of everyone in the student body. mean, right? well, muse b is probably one of the only guys not lusting after the head cheerleader — at least, that’s what he wants to think. we start off this plot from the beginning, and obviously sees what happens but muse a is totally going to start falling for muse b whilst she is making him fall for her. cliche, right? idc i need this so badly

broadway au: two girls that are the leads of the rival shows (sort of like smash tbh???) they are the complete opposite of each other, one is super fucking into musicals and like it’s their passion and it’s all they have ever wanted and the other is like naturally talented and loves it but like wasn’t introduced to it until like late into high school and they butt heads but always end up seeing each other at different events

I really want a 1x1 in which a girl finds out she’s pregnant with her ex’s baby, but since he’s the one who broke up with her, she feels like if she tells him, he’ll think that she’s trying to manipulate him into getting back with her. But at the same time, she wants to keep the baby, so she has to basically hide it all. Which technically shouldn’t be that hard, since the two of them are now done with university, and have stable jobs. But of course, things can’t be that easy, and she ends up stumbling upon him when she’s on vacation of all places. After seeing her way too pregnant for it to be a new thing, he doesn’t take long to put two and two together, and let’s just say that he’s not too happy about the whole thing. So while he tries to hide her and what happened from his inquisitive family (whom he’s on vacation with), he also tries to get answers out of her. Like, why did she think it was okay not to tell him anything, and why did she decide to keep the baby even though she was on her own, etc. So yeah, it could be angsty as fuck, and like eorgjeroigjeroigje someone please do this with me.

I want a plot where muse A and muse B got together when they were young, and married each other shortly after they turned eighteen. However, due to not really being ready for marriage muse a cheated on muse b. When muse B found out they were angry and demanded a divorce, something muse A didn’t try to fight against. Although it took them some time, muse A and muse B became friends again and they became each others confidant – something that seemed to get in the way of their new relationships. Whenever muse A or muse B began to date someone else, they would say that there was no romantic feelings left for the other, but their new partners always felt as if they were second best which lead to neither of them having long lasting relationships. Over the years, they occasionally found themselves sneaking in a kiss or ending up in bed after one too many glasses of wine – but they always promised themselves it was just a mistake. Now in the latter stages of their twenties, muse A and muse B find themselves both single with their feelings for the other muse beginning to grow again – but neither of them know how to bring up the topic in case they lost the friendship they built up.

I really want to do a 1x1 where Muse A and Muse B, met at a bar one night and ended up having a deep conversation that culminated in a make-out session. Muse A promised to call Muse B, but never did and Muse B didn’t have Muse A’s phone number. A couple of months passed with Muse B thinking about their night with Muse A - not being able to find that connection with someone else. Then Muse B finally meets Muse A again, only to find Muse A is dating their best friend. Despite both parties trying to push aside their feelings after meeting again, things get complicated. (They could either decide to keep things friendly or it would lead to a relationship, depending on how the rp goes).

your friend paid me to go on a date with you but i actually kind of like you but whoops you find out about the bribe au

we hate each other but had to do this dumb project together au

soulmate au where they hate each other and when they find out they’re soulmates they’re like “where’s the fuckin’ gift receipt because I want to return this defective piece of trash”

ok but what about a m/f plot where he is the innocent and kind one who volunteers at the hospital and walks old ladies across the street, while she is the stereotypical delinquent who drinks and fights and goes through hearts faster than cigarettes. and everyone disapproves of them because he is a distraction and she is a terrible idea, but it’s all irrelevant in the end because she shows him the world, and he shows her the goodness within it.

pls can someone give me a really domestic f/f plot kind of based on the fosters where they have a bunch of kids and they all just love each so much and one wants to have more kids but the other is kind of hesitant because they already have four kids and like there’s planning kids’ birthday parties and family outings and then anniversary dates that are interrupted and adopting pets from the shelter AND FUCK I NEED THIS.

you’re my best friend / wingman and this horrible, obnoxious human being has been hitting on me for an hour and wont take the hint so you come up and make out with me and wow i wan’t expecting to see stars au

i proposed to you as a joke but my mom (who’s been wanting me to settle down) thought it was serious and we’re kind of going along with it until we can break it to her gently

you need a plus-one for your brother’s wedding so i’m going as a favor but there’s been a misunderstanding and now your whole family thinks we’re engaged

13 going on 30 plot where they were really close when they were younger, and then they both went there separate ways. and then they meet up later on, and they just start spending a lot of time together and start becoming best friends and then they slowly start to fall in love with each other (✿◠‿◠) liKE PLEASE I NEED THIS!!

I wanna do that thing where we pick FCs and names but put them in different aus. We can have tons of threads going on for different plots. Saw a new plot today? We could make a new verse for our characters. Every plot we ever wanted to do could be incorporated. Not feeling a thread or plot anymore? We could drop it and start a new one. It’s kind of like a 1x1 indie account. Imagine all the places we could take our characters. Someone do this with me.

famous au where we played child best friends in a tv show when we were really young now its been like fifteen years and now we play love interests in this new teen hit tv show plot tho

i’d give anything for a mumu based on the secret circle (book series/short lived tv show). six young adults involved in a coven. most of them grew up together in a small, new england fishing town where everyone knows everyone. one day, they learn that they’re witches and warlocks, powers that were hidden from them because of their parents not wanting to get them involved in dark things. they’re supposed to use their powers to battle the forces of evil, to be good. what do they do instead? one makes it storm when her mother won’t buy her a new car. another changes their hair color every two weeks because they’re bored.  one of them makes it so music randomly plays whenever they walk into a room to get attention. there’s another that’s on the volleyball team at their college and they use magic to help them win. instead of using their powers for some epic battle of good and evil, they use them like any other millenial would – to get free breakfast, a few extra minutes of sleep, a nice apartment to live in, etc. we could each play three characters or maybe we have more than one mun involved but pleASE!!! someone give this to me!! i want a group of six young witches & warlocks being reckless as hell and loving life!! plus, imagine a giant brotp or poly ship?? like, PLEASE

Muse A and Muse B hate each other, and they’re not even sure why. They’ve never really spoken, but their personalities clash in almost every way possible. When they get paired together for the baby project in health class, neither of them are pleased about it. Especially since no matter how much they beg, the teacher refuses to let them switch partners, so they’re forced to try and find a way to at least work together or risk failing the class.

Muse A was dating muse B’s sister, but broke it off when he found out his girlfriend had cheated on him. Muse A and muse B had always been friends, and while muse B understood why muse A broke up with their sister, they had to take their sister’s side – which meant letting go of their friendship. Until muse A and muse B where picked to be the leading roles in the school – made complicated by the fact the lines between a staged and real romance begin to blur.

Muse A just had their heart broken and decided to shy away from relationships, so their friends dragged them out for a night to get them out of the house. Enter muse B. Someone who spends the night flirting with muse A, but gets nowhere. Muse B gives muse A their number, saying if they change their mind to call. Muse A, after some prompting from friends, calls muse B and they go out on a date – one they both enjoy. But just as muse A comes around to the idea of a new relationship, muse B finds out that muse A’s ex, is muse B’s sibling.

Muse A and muse B had the perfect marriage. They were happy, just bought their first house and had a baby. Until muse B tragically died – or at least that’s what muse A thought. Muse B had witnessed a crime, and had to be put in witness protection. Not wanting to risk the life of muse A and their child, muse B let them believe that they were dead. When the trial is finally over with, and the threat is locked away, muse B is left to go back to their old life but has no idea how to tell muse A about what happened.

Muse A and muse B attend the same boarding school, but have never gotten along. Muse B is friends with muse A’s former best friend, and has only heard bad things about muse A. Muse A thinks muse B isn’t as smart as he seems to think he is. The only problem is that their names are right next to each other on the register, so they keep getting paired together. As time goes on, the more they seem to hate each other and they just refuse to work together. Until one of their teachers finally has enough, and tells them if they don’t work together they’ll fail the course. Being forced to work together, they actually get to know each other – and while they still might not get along too well, they are learning they don’t hate each other quite as much as they thought they did.