A/N: I should be working on my assessment draft. I should be catching up on hours of lectures which I need to take notes of. And I still need to do some homework. All of which is due in less than 24 hours.

*cracks open a Monster energy drink*

I'll just edit and post this first...

But yeah yeah, this was inspired by one of buggachat's comics on Tumblr ,':3

"My heart rate is going up my heart is tightening
I'm released from my chains and I wake up
We go up until the morning sun comes up (Go dumb)
Tomorrow's worries we leave in tomorrow uh
Let's keep going until the end..."

Dumb Litty - 카드 (KARD)

Pairing - Adrinette + Ladynoir

Prompt - 'Coffee and Marriage'

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Usually, Adrien was one of the few people in the class who was quite apprehensive and utterly unamused with Marinette's extreme caffeine habits and intakes.And that's putting it lightly. He and Alya were the only ones vocal about their distaste for the unhealthy addiction too, the former regularly concocting up schemes to get the silly designer to drink some water or get some damn sleep in his spare time.

"No Plagg, I'm not turning off the lamp. I need to brainstorm a few more decent ideas to get Marinette to look after herself. She's so stubbornly smart and she would easily evade the ones I've already come up with so far-"

"I don't care if Pigtails likes to munch on raw coffee beans or bathe in sugar like an idiot- I NEED MY SLEEP KID!

SLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!"

A few weeks back, they were just so close to breaking Marinette's habits, having replaced her beverages with vitamin water and decaffeinated teas in a manner that would make even the most stealthiest ninjas out there proud and coaxing the girl into using their laps as a pillow to nap on during break times.

Not even Agreste junior allowed the shy girl to stammer or run her way out of it whenever it was his turn to be the human pillow. (But holy shit, he was never as thankful for the muscles he gained through sports and part-time heroing as he was then, having to hold back a squirming girl away from her coffee was a workout itself!)

He even noted that she slept better and for longer when she was with him! It was all going amazingly!

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But then Nino...

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Oh, Nino.

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It only took one, teary-eyed, lip wobbling plea from the aspiring artist, a promise of a freshly baked peach and orange blossom soufflé in exchange for only one can of the small, cheap energy drink Nino was sipping at the time. How could Lahiffe refuse such a delectable, once in a lifetime opportunity!?

He tried his best to not take the temptress' offer. Oh boy did he try-

No.

Actually, he didn't try at all.

He's a greedy glutton.

An absolute slut for the Dupain-Cheng's goods.

Just like ninety-nine point nine percent of the rest of France.

The other nought point nought one percent of them were health freaks that thought just consuming a crumb of buttery carbs would doom them for eternity.

"Did you say p-peach? And- and- and orange blossom? All of that in a soufflé?"

"Uh-huh~ With an even layer of powdered sugar, some shavings of candied oranges, a smidge of orange zest and a handpicked peach tree flower which is edible,"

"Mon Dieu...mec..."

"Is...is that not enough? I'm sorry for bothering you-"

"WHAT!? NON, NON, NON! IT'S MORE THAN ENOUGH! Here, you can have the whole pack of drinks! I will die for that godly dessert, Marinette!"

And that's how Agreste and Césaire found an energetic Cheng, bouncing off the walls like the hyperactive Duracell bunny whilst simultaneously doing a million things at once and a shamelessly content Nino, leisurely licking his spoon to savour the last taste of the devil's concoction, letting out a pleased belch and smacking his lips.

To this day, he still claims that getting whacked by Adrien's ruthless sabre and the random, terrifying broom that Alya found, multiple times, was completely worth it for the gold that was the handmade Marinette Dupain-Cheng soufflé. Thankfully, his girlfriend and his best friend kept a sharp eye on him from then on, never hesitating to direct threatening messages through their eyes alone whenever he dares to even budge for Marinette's hazardous requests.

That's how they managed to get the girl back into healthier habits. The model even snuck around her balcony as Chat Noir during his night patrols just to make sure that she wasn't storing any of the heart attack juice secretly.

"Your plans and schemes were already bad enough, but this is ridiculous! You're just stalking the girl now!"

"What? No Plagg, I'm just trying to make sure that she's okay and getting some sleep."

"You can do that by calling her or texting her!"

"But this way is easier!"

"STALKER. S. T. A. L. K. E. R. You're a STALKER."

"That's enough sass from you, monsieur! Plagg, transforme-moi!"

"NONONONOONONO I'M SORRYYYYYyyyyyyyyyyyy-"

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So yes, usually Adrien was a rigid anti'Coffeenette' guy.

But that didn't mean that he wanted her to be deprived of caffeine for life- that was asking for way too much. No, no, no. He just wanted her to get back on her feet on progressing terms and recently, she has been doing just that, much to his chagrin. He wasn't that stupid, however. With all the work and extracurricular that his beloved friend has, not even he would be able to power through them all without a drop of coffee.

Now that she was well weaned off of it, he thought that it would be a good idea to let her indulge once in a while again. Moderately, that is. Plus, everyone has noticed how exceedingly lethargic and exhausted she has been for a while which not even the naps with him were able to cure.

It would crush him if the naps stopped working. Adrien unconditionally loved holding Marinette and absolutely adored running his fingers through her soft, silky hair as she snoozed on his chest.

He had to help her out.

Just before he arrived at school in the morning, the blond decided to head to the new café that he's observed Marinette eyeing dreamily lately, wanting to surprise her with an enticing hot drink from there. He enthusiastically splurged on the beverage, making sure to politely ask the barista to use the healthier ingredients they had available and even getting an adorable cocoa picture on the milk foam which he carefully handled once given.

(It was of a charming, black kitten with little black hearts around it!)

He was deaf to the barista's coos of how lucky his 'girlfriend' was to have him, heads in the clouds and purely excited to make his wonderful friend happy. Adrien also hoped that it could be enough to get Marinette to forgive him for all those times he and Alya denied her of her sugary concoctions. It was for her best.

With the comforting scent of cinnamon and nutmeg wafting from the cup, he internally prayed that this wouldn't backfire and revert her back into the feral caffeine monster.

'I'd have to transform as Chat Noir right there and then to keep her in check,' He mused to himself humorously.

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Finally, Adrien arrived at class, pleasantly surprised at his beloved's presence on her bench. His heart sank slightly at the way she was passed out on the desk, hair quite dishevelled and her brows tense.

She really was going through a lot...

Not wanting to waste any more time, the boy roamed towards her, placing the cup down gently and then bent down to her level so that their faces were a few centimetres apart. He placed one hand on her cheek, his thumb rubbing her brow sweetly as he whispered her name a few times, beckoning her to wake up.

Adrien was blind to the way Alya and Nino synchronously waggled their brows at each other, cheeky smirks plastered on their lips as they watched the persistent model prompt their precious girl awake.

At last, with a soft "Ma Princesse~? S'il te plait, réveille-toi," murmured lovingly in her ear, Marinette's lashes fluttered open, revealing dazed baby blues. They flickered around, trying to regain their bearings until her eyes focused on the beaming boy before her. Her brows furrowed once more as she lifted her head up, face still very much leaning against his strong hand for support and warmth.

"Hmm...Adrien?" The way she breathed out his name sent his heart to overdrive and the boy couldn't help but melt. She was way too cute for his own good.

"Salut, Marinette. How are you holding up?" He brushed her cheekbone in comforting circles, foreheads almost touching and his heart never ceasing to race. He earned a disgruntled groan as a response, causing him to chuckle.

"If you're here to torture me with those horrid vitamin water drinks again, I will ignore you for the rest of the day no matter how many times you throw those puppy eyes at me." It took the golden-haired boy everything to not correct her with "kitten eyes", deciding to shake his head at her good-naturedly. Even her glare was attractive!

"Heh, I think you'll really like what I got for you this time,"

"That's what you said last time and it turned out to be carrot sticks. CARROT STICKS."

"Hey, they were organic, fresh and well seasoned. With a side of hummus too."

"That's not the po-oooooint..." Giggles erupted from Adrien, completely entertained by Marinette's whines and dramatics. He loved seeing this side of her. It was just so tempting to gather her up in his arms right there and then. "Stop laffin' at me..." She slurred, cheeks red with embarrassment.

Without another word, Adrien brought the cup in front of her, placing her hands over it as he lifted the lid to show the creamy, sweet goodness with a generous waft of steam emanating from it. He bit his lip to hide his goofy grin as he carefully watched Marinette's expression, his hands over hers now.

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"I got you a fresh cinnamon-bun latte from that place you've been wanting to go...? It's not decaffeinated and it's full of natural sweeteners too. Do...do you like it?" He couldn't help the way his voice wavered with vulnerability towards the end, nervous by the way she remained silent and her eyes continued to stare at the cup.

Was the latte art too much?

Did she not like cinnamon buns?

Mon Dieu...does she hate coffee now!?

"Adrien..." He froze at her direct tone, internally praying to every God he's ever heard of for his face to not sweat because the last thing he wanted was to get his nasty sweat all over Marinette's lovely hair-

"Marry me."

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His mind turned to mush.

He blinked once.

Twice.

Maybe thrice.

And then his mouth ran without his permission.

"Sure."

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The rest of the class exploded with pandemonium, their unadulterated havoc was blind and deaf to a blissful Marinette who was happily sipping away her latte and a very confused, 'oh-shit-what-just-happened?' Adrien.

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"I think I'm engaged." Was the first thing that Chat Noir blurted out as soon as Ladybug landed on the rooftop, the heroine instantly losing her footing and almost fell face first against the slates. Her partner however was quick to catch her, his clawed hands steadying her arms yet his face remained slightly panicked.

His Lady gave him a look that demanded an explanation, straightening up to meet his gaze.

"You see, my super cute and talented good friend proposed to me after I bought her coffee...I said yes," He was clutching his tail now as if he was guilty of a crime, kitten ears drooping and rosy lips pooched. Ladybug simply raised a brow, looked to the side in thought and scratched the back of her head.

"Huh...how funny. My sweet, adorable friend- the boy I like, gave me a coffee whilst I was sleep-deprived as hell and apparently, I accidentally told him to 'marry me'..."

"Don't take it back, Marinette. I even bought an engagement ring."

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"I even had our names engraved on it!"

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"My Lady...?"

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"...Of all ways for our identities to be revealed...this is what we get?" Tiredly, she slapped her hand against her face, still lacking the energy and mental power to have fully blown freakout. Not even the delicious boost which was the latte he generously bought her was enough for her brain to compute the situation.

"...We're still getting married, right?"

"Is that really all that you can think of right now? Huh, Adrien? Or is the lack of caffeine messing with your brain too?"

"Well, I'm also thinking about our wedding night if you want honesty." The hero sneakily bopped her nose with his, way too amused with the outcome to her liking. Her brain just simply had too much excitement for the day.

"Just...just take me back home and we'll talk about it after I get some sleep..."

"Need me as your pillow, Buguinette~?"

"With our hypothetical wedding night on your brain? Not a chance, alley cat."

"Ah, boo..."

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Ladybug instantly detransformed on her balcony as soon as her partner dropped her off, her body vibrating with the need to get inside her bed right away and sleep for the next ten years or so. It wasn't until her head finally landed on the pillow did she realise that the sly feline not only snuck a brief, tender kiss on the lips but he also slid the ring on her finger and whispered in her ear "Be Mine," before leaping away.

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The engagement ring.

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Now, how the hell was she supposed to explain to her Maman and Papa that she's engaged!?

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A/N: Don't worry lads. It's more of a promise ring. The idiots get each other much nicer engagement rings down the years cos the fools have forgotten that you can't get married until you're eighteen in France ahahahahah!

Dumbasses.

When I was fourteen, I accidentally headbutted my crush in his ass and that's the proper way to woo someone.

Duh.

:')

Jks jks he had the hots for my art teacher ;-;