musicaldoodlebug

[musicaldoodlebug]

one cannot have enough of cute and random aus so here have some more

“You’re the cute and quiet customer that frequents the coffee shop where I’m a barista and also where my rival barista works and we’re both fighting for your attention in increasingly creative and inconspicuous ways (making foam art, writing cheesy pick-up lines on your napkin etc. etc.)” AU.

“You’re my roommate who’s super cute and it’s the middle of the night and you’re cramming for your exams in your flannel pajamas and disheveled hair and it’s becoming increasingly hard for me not to kiss you” AU.

“You’re an Art student and I’m an English major and you keep stealing the papers for my assignment to doodle and I would kill you but you’re really cute and hey that’s actually a really nice sketch” AU.

“You’re the perpetual frowner in class and one day as I’m answering the teacher I intentionally make a very cheesy pun and I can hear crickets but you’re laughing out loud and that makes me feel very much accomplished” AU.

“The manager says the only reason the restaurant where we work at is popular is because people enjoy eating while watching our relentless flirting with each other but I swear to God we’re not flirting???” AU.

“I ditch prom to attend a local poetry slam and you’re also there and I never really noticed what a cute smile you have and hey do you maybe want to bond over our mutual love for ‘Howl’???” AU.

“You’re new in town and you seem very intimidating but as it turns out you have an awful sense of direction even with a map and you’re actually adorkable so here let me help you” AU.

“It’s Valentine’s Day and I’m single and you want to cheer me up but you can’t cook nor bake to save your life so you make me hot chocolate instead and it is delicious and I think I love you???” AU.

“It’s gym class and we’re playing volleyball and you spike really well and you manage to hit the ball square in my face and I think I’m bleeding and you’re apologizing profusely and it’s okay but you’re really cute so I guess I’ll take you up on that offer for coffee” AU.

“You’re the jerk-face customer that keeps on thumbing through their phone while ordering their drink so I exact revenge by spelling your name wrong on your cup and drawing phallic pictures on your coffee” AU.

“Our mutual friend invites us to go shopping with them and it’s kind of awkward and now you’re pushing them around the mall in a shopping cart and you’re both screaming like excited children and I’m paying the cashier and pretending I don’t know either of you” AU.

“Our mutual friend invites us for Thanksgiving dinner with their other friends and now there’s a full-fledged food fight going on with potatoes and turkey flying everywhere and we’re both seeking refuge under the table whilst sharing a bag of chips that you brought (just in case)” AU.

“You and I are both baristas at a coffee shop and one day I step out of the café to take a break and walk in on you gleefully drawing phallic pictures on the chalkboard outside that no one pays attention to so what are you doing?” AU.

“You and I go out to a sushi bar and the sushi chef yells at you for being allergic to a particular kind of fish and now you’re crying and I’m trying to comfort you” AU.

“You and I are at a sushi restaurant and you’re continuously snagging sushi off the belt that I have to pay for and you don’t seem to be going to stop anytime soon but you look so cute when you’re eating with that smile on your face what the hell man” AU.

“The mailman constantly mixes up your home address and mine together and keeps on sending me your letters and packages and I’m sorry I look through them but your life seems very interesting as well as those books on black magic in one of your packages so wanna talk about it over a cup of coffee?” AU.

“We’re both strangers sitting in the same booth at an eatery because all the other booths are full and you’re drawing smiley faces on your plate with ketchup and wow your concentrated frown is cute” AU.

“It’s our mutual friend’s wedding and they keep shoving us into each other because we’re the only ones at the ceremony who are single” AU.

“You’re my roommate and it’s way past midnight and you’re talking about how Charles Dickens inspired prison reform and how the moon must feel insignificant because it borrows light from the sun and this is all very interesting but will you please shut up and go to sleep” AU.

“You’re actually a really friendly and chill vampire and at night you float around outside of my bedroom window to talk with me about the universe and stuff” AU.

“You’re going through my sketchbook and giving questioning looks and I swear to God I’m just a deranged artist and not a serial killer” AU.

“We live next door to each other and I can see you through the window while you’re dancing to your iPod in your flannel pajamas and disheveled hair and God you’re a dork” AU.

“I’ve been standing in line at the coffee shop for hours and you casually cut through for your drink but also buy me my favorite blend and now I’m not so sure what to make of you” AU.

“I’m sick so you make me chicken soup and I’m really grateful but I’ve also seen you read books on magical spells and potion-making so I’m not sure if I should drink your soup in case it turns me into a toad” AU.

“There’s a scrawny black cat in our neighborhood that hates everyone and everything but follows you around for some reason and I see you pet it and feed it fish fries are you a witch” AU

“I’m a perpetual frowner and most certainly not a morning person and I work part-time at a breakfast bar and your disheveled hair and content smile as you eat my waffles and scrambled eggs is the only thing that can get me to smile” AU.

“You’re the one in class who has tattoos all over their arms and piercings and everybody’s scared of you and one day I catch you watching cat videos and doodling in the middle of a lecture and wow you’re a dork” AU.

“I work part-time as a cashier at the local corner store and you come here regularly to shop and bond with me over the microwavable chicken bites so how about I take you out on a proper date instead?” AU.

“I’m the owner of a magic shop and you discover my magics one day when you walk in on my cat flying around inside the shop on a broom and now I have to take you in as my apprentice or turn you into a toad” AU.

“You’re the health-conscious med student and I’m the chain-smoking art student who’s also your barista and you leave me notes on smoking and lung health on your napkins and also a 20-page essay on lung cancer tucked under your saucer” AU.

“You’re a tea-lover yet you come to the coffee shop where I work at just to see my foam art and you give me hefty tips regularly so I’ve taken it upon myself to master the art of tea-making just for you” AU.

“I’m a fashion major and I’m working on my illustrations and maybe I’ve had too much coffee but I swear I just saw one of the mannequins move so here I am calling you in the middle of the night please help I’m scared” AU.

“You work at a fast food restaurant and as you hand me my food you lecture me for ruining my health what is this hypocrisy” AU.

“I’m egging a random person’s house to relieve stress and you join me and as it turns out the house belongs to your ex and now they are chasing us as well as the police and now we’re both in jail waiting to be bailed so um you wanna talk about it?” AU.

[musicaldoodlebug]

The Paris Princess and The Pastry Prince- Chapter Two

Marinette was not expecting the peace and quiet that met her when she stepped off the plane. But she wasn’t complaining. It was nice to have a break from cameras.

She walked closer to the baggage claim, preparing to try and find her luggage when a voice called her name. She turned to see a young woman.

The woman, and who she presumed to be his son, were standing next to a cart, piled high with the pastel pink luggage. Marinette cringed. She didn’t like it when other people treated her like a famous brat. She would much rather do her own work.

“Oh my goodness. I’m so sorry you had to gather all of these. Here, let me-“ but Marinette was cut off by the woman. She laughed and looked at Marinette like crazy. As if she would be allowed to cart her own luggage!

“Oh nonsense Ms. Cheng,” Marinette inwardly cringed. She missed her dad so dearly, and it annoyed her that she was no longer Marinette Dupain-Cheng, but just Marinette Cheng.

Marinette was jerked out of her thought by the woman putting a hand on her shoulder. “I’m so sorry. I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Mrs. Francine Lahiffe. I’m your mother’s assistant. And this is my son, Nino.”

The boy, Nino, merely looked up from his phone to give the girl a nod. Marinette watched as his mother flicked the cap on the boy’s head and shot him a look. Nino immediately took off his headphones and pocketed his phone.

“How do you do Miss Cheng?” he asked, sticking out his hand for her to shake. Once Marinette shuck it, Francine seemed pleased.

“Well, I’m going to find this bodyguard of yours. He’s supposed to be here to carry out your luggage. Miss Cheng, Nino, stay right here. I’ll be right back.” And with that, she was off, typing on her tablet.

Once she was away, Marinette allowed herself to relax. She always was tense around adults. After all, most of them were judging her, trying to find any way to fault the girl.

“Okay, now I can talk to you for real.” Marinette looked up from the floor to see the boy smiling at her. “What would you actually liked to be called?”

Marinette felt her eyebrows raise in surprise. No one ever called her anything except Miss. Or the Paris Princess. But she honestly hated that name, Chloë was the one who should have it. If her father was still mayor...well, he probably was.

“Um...Marinette is fine.”

Nino seemed to be in a bit of shock. “Wait. You, you don’t have any nicknames?” Marinette shook her head. “Well, no offense, but Marinette is a bit of a mouthful. How about, Mari?”

From the look on his face, Marinette knew he was expecting her to be offended. But she only smiled. She really did like it.

“Mari it is.”

“So...Mari,” he said, giving her a wink. Marinette could only giggle. “What’s China like?”

Marinette immediately went into detail, telling him all about how crowded it was, but also about the interesting food she had tried that made it worth it. Marinette really felt herself relax around Nino. It was much more interesting talking to him than Chloë or her own cousins.

Nino would throw in jokes, and interrupt her when something intrigued him. He made her laugh and smile. And really smile, not something she whipped out for a camera. No, her cheeks were hurting.

Nino was just in the middle of telling her about his old school back in Lyon when his mother interrupted their conversation. She beckoned them towards the front, where Marinette could see people crowded.

She knew she was showing the disdain on her face when Nino shot her a smile from where he was walking behind his mum. It gave Marinette a little confidence boost. She straightened her posture, and plastered on a smile.

The second those glass doors opened, Marinette was swarmed with people asking her questions. There were so many flashes, all their own kind of blinding. But Marinette kept her head forward, still smiling.

Her facade didn’t break until she heard a kid crying. She turned her head to see that a child in a stroller had dropped a toy, and her parents were far more interested in getting pictures of Marinette than helping their daughter. Marinette stopped waking, and turned. She bent down, picking up the little plush cat. She handed it to the child, who immediately started smiling.

Marinette waved to the girl, before briskly walking, a lady never runs, to the waiting limo. She carefully climbed in, and felt relief when the door finally closed.

Nino could only shoot her a reassuring smile before he was ushered to the front to sit with Marinette’s bodyguard.

Marinette sighed as they pulled away from the airport, laying her head against the window.

Yes, it was good to be home. But Paris had defiantly changed since she had left.

——//——

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[musicaldoodlebug]

The Paris Princess and The Pastry Prince- Chapter One

Marinette Dupain-Cheng had grown up like every other normal girl.

Okay. That was a lie. Most girls hadn’t been modeling since they could walk, could play the piano practically perfectly, and were fluent in Chinese.

These were perfectly normal to Marinette. After all, when your mother is the head of Cheng Designs, you’re also expected to uphold those standards.

——//——

Marinette had grown up in Paris. Her home was full of so much love. Her mother sewed and drew, weaving beautiful works of art. Her father baked, making treats, and cooked, creating the best dinners in the world. There was never need for a chef in the Dupain-Cheng home.

Marinette grew up so loved. She was daddy’s little girl, playing in the kitchen, helping him ice cupcakes to take to mummy’s office. But she also loved drawing. Her mother had been thrilled to discover her daughters interest in fashion.

And so the flour covered girl became polished with glitter. She began modeling for her mother, designing her own clothes in her spare time. She filled sketchbook after sketchbook, receiving critiques from her mother. Her designs began to appear crisper, more of what was expected of someone much older. And when Marinette was only ten, she began sewing her own clothing.

It started off sloppy, sure, but Marinette was proud. She gave homemade presents to everyone. Chloë, Marinette’s best friend, even asked for her clothes. So, Marinette made them. And each stitch got better. Each hem became straighter.

And by the age of twelve, Marinette Dupain-Cheng had released her first clothing line. Under her mother of course. And she continued to model. She had also picked up ballet along the way. Something that her mother suggested to “make her more graceful.”

Hey! She did kind of need it. But Marinette’s life was perfect.

Until it wasn’t.

There was a break in. Sabine was off on a business trip. The alarms weren’t working. And that was how Marinette was found, locked in the embrace of her father. He had taken a bulletin for her.

The cameras of course had caught everything. And Sabine became frightened. She was terrified for her daughter’s safety. So what was the best option?

Send her to live with Sabine’s family in China.

Marinette was sent away immediately following the funeral. Sabine stayed in Paris, rebuilding her fashion empire. She cleaned up the messes, and made herself stronger. But in doing that, she pushed her daughter away.

Of course, Marinette still continued to model. After all, her mum had fashion locations all throughout Europe and Asia. But she was lonely. She behaved, did what her mother asked of her. Picked up the piano and let her grandmother homeschool her.

After all, public school was no place for a famous designer’s daughter.

——//——

Marinette had to keep a pleasant smile on her face. She was raised better than to squeal. Squealing was for pigs, not young ladies.

“Yes Mother. I understand Mother. I will see you soon. Have a wonderful day.” She kept her voice nice and even. /She was going home!/

A year was a long time to stay in China with her grandma. Not that she didn’t love her. Oh no. She was someone Marinette wanted around all the time. But her mother would never approve of some of the things she was allowed to do here.

Looking towards her grandmother, she saw she was finished with the phone. Grabbing it, she placed it back on the stand. Then she turned to await what her grandmother would say.

“Of course you can go home, Mari!” the old woman responded to Marinette’s stiffness. “You are not a tree, you don’t have to be so straight. Go ahead, up to your room, and gather your things.” The old woman chucked when her granddaughter burst out a huge grin. She heard the door fling open, and then another door.

Oh that girl was something.

——//——

When the day came for Marinette to go back to Paris, her grandmother went with her. The old woman seemed to have something planned. But as to what it was, Marinette had no clue. It didn’t bother her either. She was bouncing with anticipation of going home.

Security was a breeze, and both made it to the gate together with an hour to spare. They sat down, and Marinette straightened her outfit. It was from her mother’s new line, just released. She had to look presentable when arriving in Paris.

Her pink jeans were warm, but not overbearing. They were styled with a white shirt, a dark grey jacket, and her favorite flats. She looked presentable, and it wasn’t uncomfortable.

Finally, the intercom announced the boarding, and Marinette spring out of her seat. She gave her grandmother a hug, kissed her cheeks, and grabbed her bag. She began to walk towards the door.

“Marinette wait!”

Her grandmother beckoned for her. She hug in her pockets, before pulling out a box.

“This is a sacred family heirloom. I want you to wear them all the time. You’ll find that they really are special. And you don’t want to lose them either.”

“Yes grandmother. But-“ she looked at her grandmother with her eyebrows risen, “if I don’t want to lose them, maybe I shouldn’t wear them?”

“Oh you must! You have to wear them! Oh-“ she lowered her voice, “Marinette. Only try them on when you are alone.”

And with that, her grandmother walked away. Marinette watched her, definitely confused. She was a crazy old woman.

Oh well. She couldn’t dwell on it now. She had a plane to board!

She was going home.

——//——

“Today’s news is exceptional. There is...” the television droned on. Adrien sat at the table, eating one of his mother’s fresh baked croissants. He heard footsteps running up the stairs, turning just in time for his mother to kiss his forehead.

“I’m gonna be running the bakery today. Your papa has been baking so many cakes for that one delivery, I swear we’ll never get the fondant out of that apron.” She stopped her running around the kitchen, shooting Adrien a warm smile. Adrien just grinned back. He really loved his mom.

“Oh, Adrien. When you finish eating make sure to get the laundry folded. And don’t you even try folding the clothes they way your father does. There is only one way clothes should be...” she continued ranting, finally finding her apron and running back downstairs.

Adrien heard a grunt and a hiss. His mom often missed a few steps going back down. He just smiled.

His croissant had gone slightly cold, but that didn’t stop him from shoving the whole thing into his mouth. He heard running footsteps again, and waited for the sweet sound of his mother’s voice to tell him to do something.

He wasn’t expecting the weight of another body slamming into him, knocking him off of his seat.

“Hey! What’s the big idea-mmmpph-“ the mop of red-brown hair put her hand over his mouth.

“Oh my goodness Adrien! Guess what!” Adrien’s good friend, Alya, asked. Or more like stated. Adrien knew by now to let the Girl continue talking. She often answered her own “questions.”

“Adrien! Do you remember the Cheng fashion incident? Like about a year ago? Oh of course you do! You listened to me ramble about it for a week. Well, Sabine Cheng’s daughter is coming back to Paris!”

Alya was always obsessed with celeb drama. Of course, any of it that didn’t include Chloë. Adrien didn’t even fight as Alya dragged him over to the couch, where the news was already playing. She browsed around a few channels, finally settling on one and pointing.

“Good Morning Paris! I’m Nadia Chamak, bringing you some breaking news. Paris’ own fashion princess herself, Marinette Cheng, is rumored to be returning to Paris. After the death of her father, the girl went to stay in China with her family, causing many to speculate that-“

Alya hit mute, and turned to Adrien with a huge grin on her face. “She’s coming back! The Paris Princess is coming back!” Alya continued chanting, bouncing up and down in her seat.

“And why is this so important, Alya?”

“Well, duh!” She looked at Adrien like he had no clue what was going on. “It means more gossip for my blog!” Adrien rolled his eyes. Of course.

Alya nudged him. “I’m kidding. Okay. I’m mostly kidding. But you forget, sunshine, I used to know her.”

“You didn’t Alya.” He received a elbow to he ribs for that one.

“First off, you need to eat more. Like you live above a bakery, and you are skin and bones. And second, uh, pretty boy, I took dance with the amazing Marinette Cheng.”

“Alya. You took the hip hop and tap classes that were always after hers.”

“Yeah, but...” she seemed lost for a moment. Then the fire sprung back in her eyes. “But I actually talked to her. And I shared a shoe cubby with her.”

Adrien could only roll his eyes. He began picking himself off of the couch, and went to the kitchen to wash his dishes. Alya trailed him like a sad puppy. She was going on and on about how Marinette would be an awesome friend for her.

“Look Als. You know I love you, but isn’t she friends with Chloë?” The nod he received was more than enough to continue. “Then she’s probably just another stuck up rich kid. And besides, we won’t have to deal with her. So, let’s just enjoy the last day of summer, ok?”

Alya, looked disheartened, before a grin lit up her face.

“Bet I can frost more cookies than you!”

“Oh you’re on!”

——//——

[musicaldoodlebug]

Can’t Be That Lucky

Marinette knew it was going to be a tough Akuma. They had been getting so difficult lately, almost deadly. As if Hawkmoth had given up with the taking of their jewelry, and wanted more.

Even Tikki had seemed off all day. Marinette had felt a small disturbance when she first woke up, and it seemed that what she felt was mirrored in Tikki’s thoughts. But it didn’t stop her from eating lunch with her best friends. Nino and Alya were laughing over one of Adrien’s puns.

Gosh, he was cute when he laughed. Yes, they had gotten way closer in a year. Most people considered them best friends, partners in crime. And it was really because they felt like they were third and fourth wheeling on Alya and Nino’s dates.

So? They started playing video games together. Marinette’s stutter had slowly disappeared, and they two began teasing each other. And Marinette got to know the not a model Adrien. The one with ridiculous puns and attempts at practical jokes. The one who made faces behind teachers backs, and the boy who really missed his mom.

Of course, she still had a huge crush on him. I’m fact, it had only seemed to get bigger. But it was no longer the nerves and butterflies, the stutters and shy smiles. No, he made her feel safe and at home. There was just a sense of right being with Adrien.

Of course, none of this Alya would understand. She was convinced Marinette had fallen for some mystery man. And while that wasn’t true, it also wasn’t fake either.

There was a certain kitten who had managed to take a spot in her heart. And she had no idea how he got there, but it was something that made her smile. He made her feel like she was a queen, his lady, and he could always make her smile.

Of course, in the end, she could only have one of them. It was just which one did her heart want more.

Apparently she had been thinking too long, because Alya decided this was the perfect time to throw a grape at her face.

“Hey!” She scolded, wiping where the grape had left a trace of water. “What was that for?”

“Well,” Alya began, “I was just talking about how close I am to figuring out who the Ladybug is in her civilian life. Sorry I’m boring you.”

“No. It’s not that.” Shoot. “I just got an amazing idea for a design and was thinking about it in my head. I’m sorry. You can talk about Ladybug now. I’ll listen this time.”

“Good.” Alya began waving her hands as she talked about her theories. Of course, Nino looked at Alya, paying rapt attention. They were always looking at the other as if they had hung the moon and stars in the sky.

However, what Marinette was not expecting was Adrien. He had a far off look to his eyes. Marinette caught Alya’s words, hearing “Juleka, Kagimi, and Barbara are obviously it...”

Marinette only nodded in agreement, still looking at Adrien. He seemed to be listening to Alya. But he also seemed to be distracted. Probably daydreaming about something, maybe who he thought Ladybug was.

Oh if only you knew, Adrien.

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