You gotta love how Mary didn’t even give the kid Catherine as a middle name which you’d think would be a reasonable compromise if she really didn’t like it, she was just like “Nope, she’s being named after me 100%, nobody else gets a say in this, me me me”
Summary: You were what you could easily call an insomniac, but lucky for you there’s a cute coffee shop in your neighborhood that stays open all night. On any other night, you’d be the only one in the place, sipping contently at a latte and writing in your journal, but what happens when a handsome super soldier with a sketchbook draws himself in the picture?
Warnings: Fluff, cuteness overload, bad editting (sorrrrryyy)
A/N: This was an adoooorable request by @xxred-vengeancexx. I hope this was what you were looking for darling, enjoy xo
Also I’m a sucker for rainy atmospheres so I used a bunch of indie music for inspiration. Like Gregory Alan Isakov and David Gray. Totally recommend you guys listen them!
“I’m interviewing you for the
newspaper so will you please stop flirting and we can get coffee after? AU”
Marinette was rushing to get to the venue, and she had been
impatiently tapping her feet since the minute she boarded the metro. Her stop
was up next.
“Come on…,” she muttered, pursing her lips and playing around
with her fingers. “Ugh… Alya? Are you sure you can’t ask anyone else to cover
for you at the office? Asking for me as your proxy for this interview was a bad
idea. You know me and my dumb luck. What if I mess it up for you? Do you think
you can reschedule that interview?”
“No can do, Marinette!” Even though all Marinette could hear
was a voice from her Bluetooth, she still heard the plea in the journalist’s
voice. Alya Césaire, her best friend since collège days, had made quite a name for herself in the information
industry, establishing herself as one of the best journalists in the entire
country. She was so great that she even managed to snag an interview with the
world famous model, Adrien Agreste, the face of the Gabriel fashion line. That was quite a hard feat to do, but Alya
had somehow managed. “You cannot ruin
this for me! I mean sure it was helpful that we went to collège with the guy,
but,” Alya continued, sounding frantic, “do you know the kind of people I had to call and the deals I had to make to get this interview with an Agreste?”
Marinette sighed. “I’m assuming a lot.”
“Yes, a lot!” Alya
groaned. “Just please do this for me,
Mari. I’m begging you! I’m stuck in
traffic and haven’t moved an inch
from the flow in front of my building.” She cursed under her breath. “Shouldn’t
have brought the car to work today. Paris traffic is horrible.” She heaved
another sigh before continuing. “Listen, Mari: You’re a lot closer so you just have to make that meeting for me. Please.”
“And I am. Don’t worry,” Marinette reassured, bounding up
the steps and rushing to the Agreste home right across the street. “I’m here
right now. Right on time, right?”
“Have I ever told you how much I love you, Marinette? Because I
love you, Marinette!” Alya let out a breath of relief. “You are a lifesaver! I owe you one! Remember
“Oh, I don’t plan on letting you forget.” Marinette laughed
at her best friend. “I’ll talk to you later, okay? Looks like I gotta buzz in.”
“Love you, Mari! Thanks for doing this for me!”
Marinette smiled and shook her head. “Love you too, Alya.”
She clicked her Bluetooth off and stood in front of the doorbell of the Agreste
mansion. “Okay, Marinette,” she began to prep herself, clenching her fists
together. “You got this. You will not
mess this up for your best friend. You got this, girl.” Then, after taking a
deep breath, Marinette pressed on the button for the intercom.
A camera popped out of the wall and examined her face.
“Yes?” a disembodied voice called from a speaker. “Do you have an appointment?”
“Yes, I do.” Marinette scrambled for her phone to make sure
she got every detail right. “I’m Marinette Dupain-Cheng, and I’m here as Alya
Césaire’s representative for an interview with Adrien Agreste at ten thirty
There was a moment of silence, probably the owner of the
voice checking for confirmation.
“Ah, yes. Ms. Dupain-Cheng,” the voice affirmed. “Ms. Césaire
called to inform of your arrival earlier as well. You may proceed to enter the compound.
Adrien will receive you shortly.”
Marinette smiled graciously; she was glad that she hadn’t
messed things up from the get go. “Thank you,” she said gratefully before
entering through the gates.
The Agreste manor was even bigger up close. It was a
looming, lonely structure that stood over four stories high with tall double oak
doors and simple but classy engravings on the stone that decorated its façade. It
truly was a magnificent home.
Standing atop the stone steps was a tall woman wearing a
purple pantsuit and a stern expression. “Right this way, Ms. Dupain-Cheng,” she
greeted as she pushed open one of the doors. “You will be conducting the
interview in the parlor, if you don’t mind.”
Regardless of whether she minded or not, Marinette doubted
she had much of a choice, judging from the woman’s tone of voice.
Nodding in response, the stand-in interviewer merely followed
after the woman she guessed was probably Gabriel or Adrien Agreste’s assistant.
They had walked into the sitting room when she gestured to take a seat.
“Please make yourself comfortable,” she told Marinette. “Adrien
will be here shortly.”
And with that, she walked away briskly, leaving Marinette
alone in the parlor with nothing but the fading sound of her heels clicking at
the marble floors as she walked away.
Marinette took this time to grab at her phone again,
furiously flipping through the notes she had saved from Alya’s email. She read
and reread every question carefully and dared to mutter them to herself just to
get it right—the last thing she should be doing is letting her best friend down
on an interview that she had already emphasized was of utmost importance.
Her eyes widened at one of the questions Alya had listed.
“‘Are you seeing anyone right now?’” Marinette echoed aloud,
looking bewildered. “Why is Alya always trying to start up drama with his fans…?
And just when most of the questions seemed serious…”
“Why, no! I am not
seeing anyone at the moment, but I gotta admit: I’m pretty interested.”
When Marinette looked up, she saw Adrien Agreste smiling
down at her. The famous model stood tall at about six feet or so, with bright green
eyes, a wide toothy grin, and a mop of blond hair styled into an undercut.
Marinette felt her breath hitch and tried her best to be subtle
while eyeing him.
(Hey! He was a model! And he looked… Well, he looked really good. You know. Since that’s his
job and all. Too look good.)
(Not that he wouldn’t look good if modeling wasn’t his job, but… Oh, for heaven’s
sake, Marinette! Get your thoughts together!)
“Um. Hi!” she managed to say, standing up and meeting his
gaze evenly. After all, she was here for very
professional reasons only. “I’m sure your assistant’s already told you, but I’ll
be taking Alya’s place in your interview today. I’m—”
“Marinette, right?” Adrien finished, his smile growing
wider. “Marinette Dupain-Cheng? I mean, Natalie sort of told me, but I remember
you from collège. You were
the pretty girl who sat behind me and Nino back then.”
“Always nice to be remembered that way,” she said, unable to
stop the smirk from forming on her lips. “Shall we get started with the
Adrien frowned. “I thought we’ve already started,” he said
with a pout. “I did answer your question, right? I’m not seeing anyone right
Marinette huffed. “I think that’s been very well established
by now,” she told him dryly.
“Just emphasizing. In case you didn’t hear.” Adrien winked,
and Marinette rolled her eyes. “Totally available. Like, completely free. Not
dating anyone, but very interested,
This was going to be a long
interview, Marinette decided, shaking her head at him. There was a smile
tugging up at the corners of her lips.
Marinette complained for the umpteenth time in the interview. They had sat in
the parlor for nearly two hours now, and Marinette had only made it through a
little more than half the questions Alya had sent her. Adrien kept sidetracking
the interview, reminiscing about the old days back in collège, telling Marinette about how, for
the longest time, he had this massive
crush on her. Oh sure, Marinette definitely
had a crush on him too, but she wasn’t about to turn an important interview her
best friend needed into a way to get a date. “Will you please stop flirting with me and answer the question?”
“What’s wrong with answering the question and flirting?”
“I’m supposed to be writing this down for Alya. Your answers
are going on an actual article, Adrien.”
The model paused. “All right, point taken,” he admitted. “I’ll
“Why is there a ‘but’? There’s always gotta be a ‘but’.”
“Can I ask you out after this? How does coffee sound?”
Marinette sighed. I
would love to, she wanted to say, but it came out sounding like:
“Adrien,” she drawled
slowly, “be serious here.”
“I am! My affections are anything but false!” In his seat
across from her, Adrien leaned forward, placing his elbows on his knees and
resting his head on his hands. “Just grab a coffee with me, and maybe we can
chat a little. Catch up some more. Are you interested?”
“This interview is supposed to be professional—”
“And it is,” Adrien interrupted. “I promise I’ll take it
seriously, okay, Marinette? Can you just… take my request seriously? I meant
what I said, you know. Will you go out with me?”
Marinette bit her lip. “I don’t know…,” she replied
hesitantly. “I-I don’t want to turn this into some ploy to get a date. Alya’s
counting on me to get this interview done.”
“And you will. Promise.” With a solemn look on his face,
Adrien drew a cross over his heart with a finger. “I’m just… Do you mind if… Um,
do you have an answer for me, then?”
said at last. But there was that little smile again, tugging at the corners of
her lips. She just couldn’t help it. “But after
the interview, okay? Get through this with me first.”
Adrien’s face immediately brightened up when he heard her
response. “But of course, ma
chère!” he replied. “Now where were we again?”
A/N: Titles? What are titles? Anyways, I’m always a sucker for Adrinette, so here we are with my first written AU for these losers. Reblog if you liked it!
One of my favourite Robert and Mary photo’s. He said in an interview I was watching that every song he write’s he’s always thinking about Mary. She’s an inspiration to everything he does. If you love The Cure, you gotta love Mary really. She’s what keeps him happy.