let's cry together as the last part of the last chap commences. don't forget I'll write a Chat pov too but not as soon as the rest of the story. I might make a Chat pov a week from now, or even a month from now lol. so you'll just have to save this story to get the update! okay, no one cares about this crap I'm saying now! let's get to the story:

I wake up once again on a bed and breathe in so deep I might actually suck up everything that's in my room. I feel angry and exhausted when I realize I've woken up from another dream even though that last one felt so real.

My anger dissipates when I realize Tikki's not the one who's woken me up, well, not just her, but another voice I hear coming from the shadows as they converse.

I try to sit up but a tube tugs at my arm and another from my nose digs up and makes it itch.

The voices stop talking and I see a dark figure look at me alongside my tiny red and spotted friend.

"Chat?"

The room is too bright to make out the figure clearly with my blurry vision but I can tell it's Chat.

"Mari," his voice goes, like a distant whisper and he rushes toward me immediately. "Don't move so much."

I ignore his caution and try to move again but the pain in my back instantly makes me give up.

"So this isn't a dream?"

"No, it's not Mari." Chat takes my hand and grasps it. He smiles steadily when I look at him and relax.

"Happy two-year anniversary," I say when I remember I hadn't really quite told him before and now that he obviously knows I'm Ladybug it wouldn't hurt to tell him that at all.

"Forget the anniversary Marinette. I'm just glad you're alive."

"What about the akuma? Did you—"

"I handled him. I fixed everything too with your lucky charm."

I nod in relief and Chat squeezes my hand which assures me that he really wasn't lying when he said he liked me for me and not because I was a superhero he had a crush on.

"I guess since I know who you are, it would only be fair if I showed you—"

"I already know, Adrien."

His eyes widen to a comical size and I find myself laughing at him.

"How did you know?!"

"I told you before, didn't I? You're so oblivious. As if I haven't seen that smile of yours plastered all across Paris' billboards."

"But—"

"You're also the only blonde guy with green eyes in all of Paris. Then there's the fact that you're both the same height. I could go on...?"

He looks to the side and tries to hide his flushed face. (he fails miserably at doing that by the way).

"So all this time, you knew?"

"No," I answer truthfully. "I just found out yesterday, or today."

"Really?"

He leans close to me and gives me a smirk which makes me hide my flushed face too.

"Would you mind?" I joke. "Personal space."

"Right... but isn't this weird?"

"What?"

"Me being Chat right now?"

I shrug. "I don't mind, but if you want, you could let Plagg talk to Tikki for a while." Then I point at Tikki who's been staring outside the window. Chat shakes his head instead.

"I'm more comfortable as Chat Noir. It's ironic how I feel more free trapped in this dumb costume but feel like I'm suffocating as Adrien." I decide to shut up and let him speak rather than ruin this. "I have to be this golden trophy boy: smart, pretty, multilingual, I also have to force myself to smile on camera sometimes and my dad just cares about his work most of the time."

He remains silent here and I'm worried I might say something wrong but I can tell he wants me to talk so I do.

"It's his loss then. He just sucks."

Chat looks dumbfounded as if what I said was a curse I'd placed on all of mankind but then laughs afterwards, clutching desperately at his abdomen.

"To be honest, the whole world just sucks," he clarifies, "and as a model, I try not to suck along with it."

"Poetic, are we?"

"I made songs for you Milady, you should know."

"Clearly I don't."

His fingers suddenly intertwine with mine as he holds my hand and the heart rate monitor starts speeding up.

"Stop that! Dummy."

"Stop what?" He scoots closer and looks into my soul, just stares at it like he was a pirate and he found a while deck of treasure in a sunken ship. "What should I stop, Marinette?" His voice is low and soft as he says that and I'd be dumb not to do what I've wanted to do since our fingers brushed when he gave me his umbrella.

"I like you Adrien Agreste," I whisper. "I never thought I'd like someone this much, I mean, there was Luca, but then you... you exist and my whole world spins slower when we're hanging out and the grass seems greener then—"

Then nothing. No words come out of my mouth. Maybe that's because I have none to say or because Chat's lips are pressed against mine and absorbing every word I wanted to spill.

"Should've stopped at 'I like you'," he says with a laugh then we continue kissing. There's butterflies doing somersaults in my stomach and I can only imagine each of them with Alya's face, more specifically, the face shed make if I ever decide to tell her about this whole thing.

I sit up feeling no pain at all and mindlessly drag my hands over Chat's messy hair as he grabs my waist and pulls me closer. And to think I rejected him countless of times because I liked 'another' boy. How stupid. Stupid stupid Marinette! But that's all in the past now because this is it. This is really it. My happiness. And I can't believe the universe did all this just to give me another chance at it...

The door suddenly swings open then Chat and I freeze instantly in the positions we're in. Alya, Nino and my parents are standing at the entrance to the room staring at us in confusion then they all scream in unison, "Marinette?!"

a/n

(insert bass boosted Samsung notification sound) so, that's the ending of the story. ha ha... (it's not that funny. sad face) anyway, that's it, like, seriously. lol. thanks for reading! trust me, I also don't like the ending, but how am I supposed to give u the fan service required of a fan fic and also end the story on a high note? (literally lol cause the story ends with Marinette's name being screamed out! ha ha! again, not funny) okay. imma stop. Chat pov will be coming soon or when I feel like writing it. again, I'm really sorry for the weakass ending! I swear I'll try making chat pov more interesting. maybe, if I'm feeling it, I'll write another fan fic. idk. :

anyway, that's it! stop this nonsense. peace out!