I'm Your Temporary Ladybug! (Cat Noir x Reader)

Style Queen

(Y/n)'s p.o.v

"Oh thank you for dragging me along today!" I say excitedly as I hug onto Marinette's arm as her mom and dad laugh at my actions.

"Are you happy I brought you just so you could see what I designed or the fact that you are getting to miss out on a test today?" Marinette asks in a mocking tone as I now let go of her arm and stand taller than her as we enter the building.

"Are you happy to see your hat on a runway and the fact it was recognized by a famous fashion designer, or are you just happy to see the model?" I ask in an sassy tone as I watch a red hue make its way onto her cheeks.

"Touché (Y/n), touché. Anyways, follow me to Adrien." Marinette says happily as she goes in the direction of his dressing room.

"You see, the fact you know where his dressing room is has me very worried. I love you and all pigtails but normal people would not know this information." I state as we made our way backstage and saw that his room had many outfits around it and his room had even more. "Sheesh, I kind of feel bad for the kid. Going through these many clothes in so little time. This is honestly my definition of a nightmare."

"Really? I find it a bit amusing." I hear a voice state from behind me as Marinette shrieks and I spin around and place a hand on my chest to steady my heart.

"Alright, new rule for the model, you can not scare your own classmate and her friend!" I state as I point at the blonde boy accusingly who only laughed in return.

"You must be (Y/n). The girl Marinette brought to the skating rink. We didn't really get to talk last time. My name is Adrien Agreste. It is nice to finally meet you." Adrien says excitedly as he shakes my hand as I give him a smirk since I can never really smile properly. "A smirk?"

"She smirks more than she smiles. It is a trait of hers. Also I can not wait to see you on stage modeling!" Marinette gushes over the boy who only rubs the back of his neck as he lets go of my hand. Talk about awkward Marinette.

"This is utterly ridiculous!" All three of us hear someone shout from backstage as we peak our heads around the corner to see a woman shouting about her seating.

"Okay, remind me who that is again?" I ask Marinette as both her and Adrien kind of look at me in disappointment. 

"Right, you know names but not faces. That is Chloe's mom. She was the one who got Mr. Agreste started in the fashion industry. They are both famous in that aspect." Marinette states as Adrien nods along.

"Then why the heck is she flipping out over a seat?"

"Chloe's mom. Famous. How are you not seeing the picture?!" Marinette whisper shouts as she shakes me back and forth and I simply shrug my shoulders as I walk away from the two and make my way up to the woman who is making a scene as Marinette trails behind me and I can tell that she is worried.

"Hey, lady, why are you freaking out over a chair?" I ask her as I tap on her shoulder as I can feel that everyone's eyes are now on me, including the bodyguard that Adrien has, and the assistant that was trying to defuse the situation that was always seen with Adrien according to Marinette. "If you are that upset about where you are sitting, you can have my seat in the front row. And before you ask, no I am not giving my seat to you because I care for your fame or wealth. I am giving you my seat so the show can get started and this scene can be stopped before it escalates anymore."

"Why you little-"

"Are you saying that you would rather sit in the back? By all means I can take back my offer and pretend it never happened. And let me remind you that you are also a full grown adult who has a reputation. I get that you are used to having things your way, but this is reality. So either take my seat or go to the one that was assigned to you." I state as I fold my arms over my chest and look to the famous fashion designer who now was beyond embarrassed but I could see standing off to the side her daughter who looked grateful for my words and the assistant who looked beyond surprised that I was not afraid of this woman. Begrudgingly she takes my seat as the assistant, who I later learned was named Natalie, leads me to where her seat was supposed to be as Chloe sits next to me as well.