I promise these will get longer. I just gotta work myself into it. That and I already have 3 followers so I'm pretty excited. Ever since I changed my mind from dress to this (not giving my designs away yet) everything's been a little cloudy. Also the part with the measurements is a pain to do if you aren't comfortable with people being in your space. Adrien is lucky he doesn't have boobs.

Anyway I don't own Miraculous Ladybug, but I sure wish I did


Her parents were too much. Tom and Sabine insisted that Adrien stay for dinner, they wouldn't take a no from him or his assistant. Adrien agreed to stay for dinner and said it would be a perfect time to get his measurements done. Marinette's heart hammered uncomfortably in her chest. She didn't want to leave the model with her family but she couldn't bring him into her room either. "My room is a mess from last nights last minute design nightmare. I'll quickly tidy up. Don't mind my parents," she ran up the stairs two at a time and burst into her room. Tikki helped hide all the photos she had put up of Adrien, and helped to tidy the scraps of paper and fabric tossed around.

Once she deemed her room safe she called the blonde up to her room. He looked around the pink room, it was spotless other than the desk where what he assumed were sewing supplies were strewn about. "Your room isn't messy. It's fine," he mumbled.

The young designer shook her head and directed him to stand on her chaise. While he got up on her furniture she grabbed a pencil, measuring tape and her sketch book. Flipping to an empty page she looked up at the blond who was still looking around warily. "Sorry, I'm going to get in your space now," her face was probably the same shade of pink as her pants. The blond just nodded as she wrapped her measuring tape around his hips. She pulled it tight, and then let it loose slightly, she jotted down the measurements, next she did from his hip to his ankle, both sides to make sure they were similar, jotting down the numbers again. Next was the inseam, she gulped, "Sorry, I need you to widen your stance a bit." The tips of her ears turned red as her hand slowly went between his legs, she pressed the corner of the tape where the inseam stopped and to his ankle. She checked the other side as well and jotted down the numbers. As precaution she also measured his thighs and ankles to make sure everything tapered nicely. She motioned for him to get off the chaise. He hopped down and boy was his face red. Next she took his waist measurement, followed by his chest measurements; the widest part and just under his armpits. The under side of his arms from his armpits to his wrists. Also jotting down where his elbows were. From his shoulder to his wrists and finally around his neck. Once she double checked the numbers she made him turn and measured from his neck to his hips and from his collarbones to his hips. Again she double checked the numbers with a smile, "This should be good until I need you back for a fitting. To make sure everything fits."

The boy nodded shyly, "I've never had my measurements actually taken before..." She looked at his pink stained cheeks and mentally groaned.

"But what about all those photo shoots? Aren't the clothes custom made for you?" the boy shook his head no. Her jaw hung slack for a moment, taking in the fact that she just had a very personal moment with her crush.

"How do you get your measurements taken? I know you wear a lot of your own designs," the blonde rubbed the back of his neck.

"Mom or Alya usually help."

As if on cue Sabine came through the trap door, "Dinner is ready you two." The two flushed teens nodded and followed the Chinese woman down the stairs. Sitting at the small island table in the kitchen was a tight squeeze. Tom and Sabine could not stop fussing over Adrien. Marinette on the other hand spaced out.

"Wait what?" Marinette blinked trying to hear what her mother said.

"I said Adrien was welcome over anytime. Especially for dinner. He says he loves my cooking!" Sabine put her hands together with a large grin.

"Yeah, thanks. I'm not sure how often I can take you up on that offer, but if I could I would do it every day," the blonde teen smiled his brightest, most polite smile.

"The easiest way to remedy that is to marry our little girl. Right Marinette?" Tom clapped her on the back causing the young girl to choke and sputter.

"Dad!" Marinette hissed at her father.

Adrien only laughed. Marinette was glad he didn't respond, she wasn't sure her heart could handle him saying yes or no to that statement. Once dinner was all said and done and Adrien had left for the night Marinette flopped on her bed. Exhausted as she was, when her phone started buzzing she looked at the screen.

Adrian A.: I had fun tonight! Hopefully I can have dinner with you guys again when we go fabric shopping.

Her heart melted. She thought she died and went to heaven. Tikki flicked her forehead and pointed at the phone, "Answer him!" the little kwami was grinning.

Marinette: Well like you heard, you're welcome anytime. I would love if you came over for dinner again.

Dread filled her as she stared at the text she just sent. Before she could think about trying to fix it, she had a reply.

Adrien A.: Perfect. Well good night Marinette. See you tomorrow.

Marinette: Night, see you

She sighed happily into her pillow, until she heard a tapping at her window. She looked up and saw nothing, confused she opened the window above her bed and crawled onto the roof balcony. She looked around confused. Was it an Akuma attack? She almost screamed when she felt a hand on her shoulder. Hawkmoth knew who she was, it was the end for her.

"What's my puurincess doing up so late?" her heart immediately stopped hammering away in her chest. It was just that dumb alley cat.

"Well I was excited about some texts I was receiving. I also happen to have passed the first round of a contest," she crossed her arms and turned to the feline hero. As she stared him down her weight shifted to one side and her hip jutted out slightly.

"I'm glad to hear you're feline fine about that purincess," this time he didn't roll the pur as hard.

"Your puns are atrocious. What brings you here Cat Noir?" if it was an Akuma she wanted him to scram so she could transform.

"I was watching your dinner with your friend there and I had to say, I was a little jealous. I wish meals at my place we're so warm and full of love," Cat Noir's voice sounded bitter and Marinette was taken aback. He never sounded like that with Ladybug. She watched the hero pout like he was six and had his favourite toy taken from him. "Even if I could go to dinner at friend's house I wouldn't want to over step my bounds, it's not fair."

"Cat Noir?" her voice was soft.

He turned to look at her, eyes sad and hurting. "Sorry princess, guess I just needed to vent. Good luck with your competition. I've never seen your designs but I bet they're good," he turned to leave.

"Cat, wait," Marinette grabbed the belt that acted like a tail. Sad green eyes stared at her and it felt like ice was melting from her heart. "Talk to me. I may not know anything about crime fighting but I know a little about people," she sat on one of the patio chairs on the roof motioning to the other.

He shook his head, "Maybe another time. I'm not even sure why I came here to be honest. Thanks for your time princess."

"Marinette. Please call me by my name. I know it might be hard for you to remember but I prefer it more than princess," she smiled at her partner with all the warmth she could muster.

"Then good night Princess Marinette," he gave her a playful wink before jumping off into the moonlight.

She sighed, what could be eating her partner like this. She shook her head and retired to her room, she would definitely have to sleep on this.


Like I said, sorry about the length, I'll try them a little more healthy in size but that comes with all the troubles of being a writer. Anyways please R&R!