Photo Bomber

The group excluding Adrien, take pictures of Adrien being adorable photos with out him noticing, and exchange these photos with Marinette for free baked goods made by her (because she can damn well cook!).

Randy flipped the hood over his and slid the sunglasses over his face. He pressed his back to the wall, humming a catchy spy tune under his breath.

Then he took the sunglasses off cause he couldn't see anything with it being dark.

He peeked around the corner making sure there were no famous blondes in the immediate vicinity.

Randy had to take a moment to think about the fact that he personally knew several famous blondes and honestly, what were the chances?

His humming reached the climax as he jumped behind a mailbox. Then a tree. Then a bench.

He was going to jump behind a newspaper stand but a hand yanked him inside the building and his spy music was cut off.

Randy caught his balance and faced his buyers with a wide grin.

Alya gave him an unimpressed look. "You have no stealth skills."

The irony of the statement was not lost on him and Randy couldn't stop the smug grin from forming.

"Well whatever. Got the goods girls?" Randy whispered conspiratorially.

Marinette huffed as she appeared from the back and set a box down on the counter. She wiped the flour off her hands.

"You got the payment?" She raised an eyebrow at him.

Randy looked to the left and to the right. Alya rolled her eyes at his over dramatic actions.

The purple haired American reached into his pocket and slid the objects over without looking. "We had another competition yesterday. A water park was involved. I'm thinking another box is deserved…."

Randy smirked at her. Marinette pulled the photos from under his hand and squealed.

She calmed herself at Alya's amused look and slid the pink box over to Randy. "Alright. Come by tomorrow at the same time. I'll have you another box."

Randy grabbed the box with greedy hands, "Soooo, BRUCE!" He raced back out onto the street humming spy tunes.

Alya groaned and locked the door behind him. "I don't understand that American. I mean Jake and Danny are ok, but he's just…."

Marinette giggled, "I don't care. He gets me these photos of Adrien."

Alya shook her head fondly and looked at the pictures with her friend. "How does he even get that good of photos without Adrien finding out?"

Marinette sighed dreamily, "I don't care if he has to turn invisible to do it. I'll pay him all the cookies he wants for these pictures."

Randy vaulted over the couch and landed on a protesting Danny and Jake.

"Got the goods!" He exclaimed and put the pink box on the table.

Danny turned intangible and let Randy collapse further on Jake's legs. "Should we really be doing this?"

Jake pushed Randy off of him and opened the box, "Dawg, we get a box full of the best baked goods in Paris and all we gotta do is hand over a few pics of our model bro."

"Besides, it'll embarrass him if we ever told the dude we take pictures of him in exchange for some treats from Dupain-Cheng's bakery."

Jake stuffed a cookie in his mouth and made a sound of pleasure. "Den we can't 'ake no mor' pi'ures."

Randy held out a cookie, "Take a cookie. It will destroy any thoughts of rebellion."

Danny grabbed the cookie as Adrien walked back into his room.

The blonde gasped and practically tackled the treats in the box. "AH! Are these from Mari's bakery!?"

Randy smirked and waved a macaroon at him. "I didn't know you graduated to pet names with our petite ball of fire."

Adrien blushed and stuffed a cookie in his mouth. He chewed it up and swallowed. "I don't know how you're getting these, but I approve! Keep doing it!"

Danny choked on a cookie as Jake and Randy fell off the seat laughing.

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