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It’s been like years since I watched the original series and this episode gives me feels and angst and I just

A temp I barely knew was actively trying to get me fired behind my back.

This happened a while ago but decided to post today as she rang a member of the office and used the threat of unfair dismissal claim if she wasn’t given a good reference. Not sure if it belongs in here or not.

TL:DR An office temp I’d spoken to a handful of times conspires to have me fired without my knowledge. It’s a very long story so be warned it’s a bit of a vent.

So, we had a temp covering maternity leave that turned out to be a bit of a nutjob. She was EA to Deputy CEO and seemed to think this gave her some sort of status. We’ll call her the temp. I’d spoken to her twice maybe three and was incredibly nice; I make it my business to be nice to everyone. What she didn’t know is that from about a week after she started I knew she was sending daily complaints (all unfounded and untrue) to my manager about me. My manager and I get on socially and professionally and he was dumbfounded by her doing this. I still have no idea, why she did it to me either and until today I’d put her out of my mind.

We are talking 3 or 4 complaints a day and asking for stuff to be taken further and why wasn’t I getting warned/reprimanded, whatever?

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Taehyung takes being mean to you too far. Part.4

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Originally posted by kim-taehyung

Taehyung’s p.o.v

“Y/N, hey Y/N wake up.” I shook her lightly and her eyes slightly opened. I placed my hand over her forehead and brushed her bangs backwards. Her head was still burning. 

“Hmm?” She looked slightly confused and tried sitting up. “You’re still here?” 

“Yeah I got food, so would you like to come out to eat or do you want me to bring it to you?”

“Could you uh - bring it to me?” I nodded and returned shortly with her food in my hands. She was going to take it off me but I placed it on my lap after taking a seat on the edge of the bed.

“Here, let me.” I blew on the juk and fed it to her, she seemed awkward and honestly, this felt really odd to me too. But it wasn’t a bad feeling, it wasn’t a feeling I wanted to forget or a feeling I didn’t want to ever feel again. It was actually nice being this close to her, it’s just taken me a while to realise that. 

“Thanks for this, Taehyung.” She says as I gave her the last bite. 

“It’s my fault you’re sick, so the least I can is take care of you.”

“But why? When you hate me so much?”

“I wouldn’t say I hate you Y/N that’s a little dramatic. I just like teasing you a lot, but I never meant for it to go that far.” I let my head fall in embarrassment. I was petty and immature for being so rude towards her and now I felt the shame. 

“You don’t hate me? Are you sure?” She was sceptical and I understand why she would be, I mean I would be too, but it’s true I never hated her. She just had her moments where she annoyed me. Like when she laughed a lot with Jimin, or played Nintendo with Jin hyung. I got annoyed all those things, I don’t know why but I didn’t like it.

“I’m sure Y/N, I really don’t hate you.”

She fell asleep not long after taking her medicine and I sat for a while longer until I fell asleep myself without even realising it.

Y/N’s p.o.v

I felt something heavy lying on my thigh which had given me a dead leg. I propt myself up on my elbows to find Taehyung asleep lying on my thigh, with his legs dangling off of the side of the my bed. He slept so peacefully but he looked uncomfortable. I moved a piece of hair a fixed his bangs, his hair was soft despite the amount of times he had to dye it. I smiled looking at him, even though he feels like a long time bully, he really was a sweetheart. 

He moved slightly in his sleep so I decided to shake him. It was only four a.m. in the morning and I wasn’t about to chuck him out. 

“Taehyung, you can move over and sleep on this side of the bed. You’ll wake up with a sore neck otherwise.” His eyes still closed, he nodded and shifted his body to one side of the bed, shuffling around and finally slipping inside the duvets. I awkwardly lie back down, feeling a lot better after he had taken care of me and fell asleep beside him.


There are three non-art students that Lardo lets into her studio.  

She never really invited Shitty.  He just showed up one day, his hands in the pockets of his jacket, said he was curious what she did when she wasn’t managing a team full of hooligans.  Lardo let him in.  She figured he wouldn’t stick around, or if he did, she could kick him out for trying to make suggestions, or for disrupting her carefully orchestrated mess.  It’s still surprising to her how quickly she got used to him being there.  He talked a lot, of course.  It’s Shitty.  But it was more questions than rambles.  It was him asking about her work and her techniques and about what she enjoyed about art.  It should have been annoying, someone cluttering up her space and talking while she was working.  Some days she did have to issue a gag order or threaten to kick him out if he didn’t shut up.  But nothing beat her creative block like talking with Shitty about her projects.  And she could always count on him to be with her at 3 AM the morning of a gallery showing, carefully applying glitter and sequins.

Jack she did invite.  A lot of the other guys on the team had places to go to get away from hockey, outside friends from classes and student orgs.  But as her frog year went along, she realized that Jack didn’t.  He spent his time in the Haus and in class and with the team.  She was in his room one day when she uncovered his camera, and they had a conversation about photography that led to talking about art mediums and about defining art.  Jack didn’t have a whole lot to contribute when they got more philosophical, but it put the idea in Lardo’s head to tell him to swing by her studio.  Whenever he was there, he worked quietly on his stuff while she worked on hers, and sometimes they talked, and sometimes he watched, but mostly they just enjoyed the quiet.  Lardo would introduce him to some of her friends that swung by, and most of them got a kick out of Jack Zimmermann sitting in her tiny studio.  But Lardo liked it.  And when she seriously suggested that he try out some art classes, maybe a photography class or two, he said he’d give it a shot.

Nursey came to Lardo’s studio the first time to bring her coffee on an all-night bender mid-way through second semester junior year.  She was sitting on the floor with printouts haphazardly spread out in front of her.  She was trying to work on her thesis proposal, but she mostly wanted to bang her head against the wall.  Nursey, who was always a little too nosy for his own good, glanced at her papers as Lardo venmo-ed him, and the grimace on his face made Lardo defensive.  “Dude, why aren’t you using headings?” Nursey asked.  “It’ll make it easier to organize and easier to read.”  What started as a coffee run became a three-hour editing session, which became 30 more coffee runs and a crash course in citation methods and, ultimately, a completed thesis.

Lardo let three non-art students into her studio, but Bitty never came to see her there.  Lardo knew that he had his own focusing place.  He worked in the kitchen, and when she needed him, she went to find him there.

To Propose

This is my impromptu thank you for reaching 1500 followers! Thank you so much my darlings- I love all of you and appreciate all of you- I am always happy to have a chat to you and get to know you, I LOVE MAKING FRIENDS!

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How would the RFA + V + Saeran propose? 

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to love someone broken [1]

Summary: Stark. She’s a fucking Stark. Something akin to horror settled in his chest at the revelation. ||  alpha!bucky barnes x omega!reader || multi-chapter

Warnings: cursing, that’s about it for now

Notes: I just want to thank every deity out there for @retroasgardian, she is my beta this fic and assures me it’s gonna be good. This is a little over 1k words. It may seem boring/uninteresting at first, but just give it a chance please?

MASTERLIST || PART TWO

Originally posted by marvelheroes

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People need to start learning the difference between “artistic nudity” and “literal porn” because it seems you think they’re one and the same.

Iconique© jadzia moments

- dropped everything she was doing to sneak a peek at a klingon woman
- crawled through a sewer twice to stop trump’s america
- blew into worf’s ear to get him to shush
- blew on a lizard to get it to leave
- torched a hole in a wall to break her bros out of jail
- dueled worf because she was horny
- told a jem hadar guy that if she had to go 30 or 40 years with no hot babes she’d be angry too
- punched her mother in law in the face
- punched vedek bareil in the face
- made a dad joke to the time cops just because she could
- admitted to sisko that stealing kasidy away from him was a real thought she had
- banged a guy with a transparent head multiple times
- got Real into close contact clay stroking on risa
- open-mouth kissed a girl
- bought julian porn, in public

I’m Back

Summary: Natsu welcomes Lucy home, in the way he knows best. NaLu Smut OneShot. 

Singspiration: If you fancy a laugh —> At Last - Etta James

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A/N: I was going to flesh this out a bit more, but I decided I’ve been late enough haha! I hope you enjoy your requested smut @nalufever  . Also, credit where credit is due to @keii  for her amazing NaLu art that gave me inspiration ;) This story is 10% some kind of plot and 90% smut. ;)  

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She paused, a shuddering breath left passed her lips. Too much time had passed since she had left. A year to be exact.  Absence taught her that time moved slowly when parted from the second half of her soul.

Natsu.

He would be charging towards her any minute now. Finding her scent from miles away wasn’t unusual, it was in his nature. Rooted to the spot, Lucy couldn’t find it within her to move. Still debating what she was going to say, what could she say that would be believable. She had never lied to him before, technically it was lying by omission. He would never have accepted she had to find Aquarius alone.

Hence the reason, travelling to the continent via the spirit world so he wouldn’t be able to track her.  

“He’s not here you know.” Pivoting quickly to source the voice, piercings and coal orbs came into view, eyes focused on her as he spoke, “Salamander’s on a job.”

“Gajeel.” He hadn’t aged a day.

“I hope you’re back for good Bunny,” Before she could turn around and head back, his words made her stop.

“You hurt him.”

And myself, she added silently in her head.

“I know.” She whispered, because what else could she say.

“Are you coming in or not?” He asked after a moment of contemplative quiet between the pair of them, brushing past her with a nod that signified that she should follow. She did so without complaint.  

“How is Levi?”

“Why don’t you ask her yourself?” He replied, patting her head gently as she caught up with his large ground swallowing footsteps.

Seeing Fairy Tail again sent her blood pressure soaring, happy memories surfacing in her mind. For now, she would concentrate on greeting her guildmates and worry about Natsu later.

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High-Functioning is Not a Compliment -- a Poetic Rant

You call me high-functioning because I can speak in words, and you say I’m articulate

But that doesn’t account for the times when the words get trapped inside of me, and speaking seems as hard as running a marathon.

You call her low-functioning because her voice is hard to understand

But she has just as much to say as I do; you just have to listen.

You call her low-functioning because you see her rock her body and flap her hands

But you don’t think about the joy this brings her, how satisfying it is to move to the beat of her mind.

You call me high-functioning because you don’t see me playing with my hands under the table

But you don’t know how much I want to rock and flap just like she does, how it makes me feel finally comfortable in my own skin.

You call me high-functioning be cause I can socialize

But you don’t see my constant internal prompting of what to say, the years it took me to get to this point, or the internal agony when I think I’ve made a mistake.

You call her low-functioning because she often repeats the same phrases over and over again

But you don’t see the meaning in these phrases, or the way she uses them to communicate.

You call me high-functioning because I can go to social events

But you don’t see the exhaustion that comes afterward, and the toll that takes over time.

You call her low-functioning because she melts down, yelling and banging her head on the ground

But you don’t see how hard she has been trying all day long to hold together.

You call me high-functioning because you don’t see me cry and scream

But that’s because I’ve internalized, and my meltdowns happen when the world becomes too fast and swirling and nothing makes sense any more.

You call her low-functioning because she loves to talk about one TV show, and hardly ever talks about anything else

But you don’t see how much joy this brings her, and how it has allowed her to connect and make friends.

You call me high-functioning because I can talk about things I’m not interested in

But you don’t see the pure joy of infodumping about my interests, and how painful it is to keep that all inside

You call her low-functioning because you knew right away that she was not the same

You call me high-function because you never would have known anything was different about me if I hadn’t told you

But maybe I’m tired of the sameness.

High-functioning is not a compliment

When all you’re doing

Is comparing me to her.

What Are You Waiting For?

you and woojin are best friends. the catch? you’ve had a crush on him since forever, and you’re helping him ask another girl to prom.

  • ft. friend! kang daniel and older brother!jisung who eats cheese shirtless
  • high school
  • set in usa au? 

and after a million years, here is the woojin scenario. i ended up scrapping the 4k words of office!au that i had once i’d written in a medical emergency, because i’d literally hit rock bottom, so i started over completely.

Originally posted by woojinnies

“(Y/N), please help me,” Woojin whined, sending you finger hearts. “Please? Please? Please? Please?”

You rolled your eyes and flicked Woojin’s forehead. “Fine, I’ll help you ask Sohee out. But you’re buying me ice cream in return, got it?”

Woojin leapt up from the couch where you two had been sitting, doing a little dance in celebration. He’d been crushing on Kim Sohee, a girl from his Chemistry class, for a while, and kept asking you if you would help him ask her out. Little did Woojin know, you actually had a huge crush on him.

“So, can we get started?” Woojin asked you hopefully. You sighed, giving him a glare. “Pleaaaase?”

“Fine.” You straightened up to get a good look at him. “I guess step one would be to actually start talking to her.”

“Whaddya mean?”

“I mean,” you sighed in exasperation, “No girl is going to actually fall for a complete stranger. You need to talk to her! Get to know her! You’re an interesting guy, so let her know about what you’re into.”

Woojin nodded. “Got it. Get to know her, tell her about my own interests. I got this.”

+

“(Y/N), I fucked up.”

You glanced over to where Woojin laid, sprawled out on the grass of the football field. You opted for sitting in the bleachers, not wanting to get your jeans dirty.

“What happened?” You asked, throwing a chip at your best friend, “it couldn’t have gone that bad.”

“yeah, it did,” Woojin groaned, rolling over onto his stomach so that he could look up at you. He took a bite of his sandwich before continuing. “So I asked her about her hobbies and she told me about cheerleading, right? So I was all like oh, I dance, and dancing is pretty similar to cheerleading. But then she’s like, uh, no it’s not, cheerleading is way harder, and since I was talking to her I wasn’t paying attention to my Bunsen burner, and my sleeve caught on fire.” You gaped at him, amazed that he could actually be such a train wreck. “Look, my sweater is ruined!” He cried in anguish, lifting up the singed part of his sweater.

“Dancing is way harder than cheerleading, though!” You protested angrily, not really caring about Woojin’s sweaters. You’d been to every single one of his competitions, and you knew how physically and emotionally trying it was. “I mean, yeah competitive cheerleading is harder, but the kind of cheerleading she does? No way!”

“I need more advice, (Y/N),” Woojin sighed, brushing grass of his pants, “I really want to ask her to prom, but at this rate, there’s no way I’ll be able to.”

Why can’t you ask me to prom? I’m right here!

“Okay, um,” You frowned, trying to think of how Woojin would be able to overcome his nerdiness. “Yeah, I got nothing. I can try googling it?”

“Yeah, do that!” Woojin perked up, getting up to sit on the bleachers next to you.

“Oh, here’s the WikiHow,” you grinned, tapping on the link, “the surefire way to get a girl to like you. Number one, Walk Slower. No, that’s stupid, don’t do that.”

“What? No, that might work,” Woojin grabbed your phone from you to read the explanation, “I’ll try it.”

Apparently, at school, walking slower just frustrated people, and Woojin ended up getting shoved due to how slowly he was walking.

“Told you that wouldn’t work,” you laughed as Woojin launched himself onto the football field.

“That was such a stupid piece of advice!” Woojin groaned, “I hope the next tip is better.” You grabbed your phone and cleared your throat dramatically.

“Talk yourself up,” You read, “Talk about your skills or talents, but not in a way that makes you seem cocky.” Woojin glared at you.

“Isn’t that what got me into this situation in the first place?” he complained.

“Hey, you’ll never know unless you try, right?”

Woojin, apparently, never should have tried.

“She fucking roasted me!” Woojin groaned, banging his head against the back of your couch. The two of you were sitting in the living room of your house. While Woojin was being angsty and mopey, you enjoyed a nice ice cream sandwich. “She kept talking about how anyone can dance and how it’s not special!”

But I know that you’re special!

“Ey, you know that’s not true,” you nudged Woojin, “you’re super talented when it comes to dance! How many trophies do you have to prove it?”

Woojin mumbled something.

“Hmm? What was that? How many?”

“…twelve.” Woojin rolled his eyes, embarrassed.

“Exactly,” you clapped him on the shoulder. “I’m beginning to wonder if this girl is really worth it?” She wasn’t, you knew, but you didn’t want to burst Woojin’s bubble.

“What’s this you’re talking about?” Jisung, your older brother, butted in. He stood in the door to the living room, wearing only shorts, eating a piece of cheese. “A girl?”

“Hyung, help me!” Woojin explained his situation to Jisung, who shrugged.

“Dude, just ask her to prom,” Jisung rolled his eyes, heading back to his room, “the worst she can say is no.”

And surprisingly enough, Sohee didn’t say no. Woojin asked her right after chemistry class, and now he wouldn’t stop talking about it during lunch. Today, you two had decided to sit with your other friends.

“We get it, she said yes,” Park Jihoon rolled his eyes, “it’s just prom, not a wedding.”

“Oh?” Jeon Somi looked over at you, “(Y/N), are you the only one of us without a date to prom?”

“Oh, I forgot to tell you all,” you shrugged, looking down at your plate of food. “Kang Daniel asked me. I told him I’d think about it, but I’ll probably say yes.” Daniel had asked you as a friend, since it was his senior prom and he didn’t want to go alone. You two were good friends, so you figured you’d have fun even if it wasn’t Woojin.

“Ey, really?” Yoojung exclaimed, hitting you on the back, “that’s a real catch! Daniel’s so handsome!”

Woojin looked over at you with a slightly hurt expression. “Why didn’t you tell me anything?”’ His smile faded from his face.

“Oh, you were so happy about Sohee, I didn’t want to take away from that,” you replied, giving him a small smile.

“Wah, Kang Daniel!” Somi hummed appreciatively, “that is one fine specimen of a man.” As everyone laughed and nodded in agreement, you couldn’t help but notice how upset Woojin looked.

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“Here’s your corsage,” you said, standing on your tiptoes to pin the bundle of flowers to Daniel’s suit jacket. He’d already given you a boutonniere, a creamy beige rose to compliment your flowing burgundy dress and his burgundy tie.

You two had decided to meet close to the venue so that you could arrive together, forgoing the usual pictures that you knew your parents would take.

“You look nice,” Daniel complimented you, letting you take his arm. You were several inches taller, thanks to the black stilettos that you’d dug out of the back of your closet. The two of you set off towards the venue of the dance. The night air was just settling in, and you spotted other couples who had the same idea as you.

“You know, I was a bit surprised that you didn’t go with Woojin,” Daniel commented as you waited at a crosswalk.

“Yeah, I was too,” you replied bitterly, “but it’s fine. He’s grown, he can make his own decicions for himself.”

“Ey, am I sensing saltiness there?” Daniel nudged your side with a grin. “You like him?”

You sighed, blowing some of the curled strands of hair out of your face, “is it that obvious?”

“No, it’s just that you guys are practically dating anyways,” Daniel responded, “I’m pretty sure that half the school thinks that you’re a thing. I mean, you guys bring each other coffee when you have tests, how much more boyfriend-y can you get?”

“Clearly not enough,” you muttered, still salty about how Woojin kept overlooking you in favor of Sohee.

“Hey, why don’t you try something tonight?” Daniel mentioned, right before you two got to the venue. “Why don’t I help you make him jealous, as a thank you for being my date even though I’m sure you would rather be at home in your sweats.”

You looked up at Daniel, contemplating what the outcome might be. You would you rather risk it and possibly get Woojin to see that you actually liked him? Or continue down the path that you’d been so far, of friendship and invisible heartbreak.

“Let’s do it.”

The two of you entered the venue, and you had to lift up your dress slightly so that you could walk. The dance was already in full swing, and the beat of the song hit you in the chest, the volume was so loud. Everyone was dancing and having a good time, except for the few stragglers who sat in the chairs surrounding the dance floor.

“Food?” Daniel asked in your ear, “I don’t see him.”

“Sure,” you responded, nodding. Once you’d collected food, you went to go sit down with Daniel’s friends, who you knew slightly. Luckily the food was good, and you munched through a slice of cake, some cookies, cut fruit, cheese, crackers, and a cake pop. Midway through your second slice of cake, Daniel nudged you.

“Woojin is here,” he yelled above the loud music, “wanna dance?”

You nodded, letting him help you up from your chair. Don’t Tell Em was playing, layered over heavy beats, and you joined Daniel in moving to the music.

“He saw you~” Daniel snickered, yelling into your ear, “and he doesn’t look too pleased.” As you moved side to side, you glanced quickly at Woojin and felt your heart skip a beat. His red hair was styled and he wore a crisp black tuxedo.

He looked up and made eye contact with you, only for Daniel to spin you away. The older boy snickered again, “ah, he’s so pissed! You’re doing great~”

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You sighed, chewing on some grapes as you watched your peers dance. The dance was almost over, and you’d told Daniel to enjoy the rest of the night with his friends. You’d opted to grab a plate full of food and sit at one of the tables, enjoying their good food.

The floor slowly rearranged as a slow song started playing (cue nayaya piano vers. lololol). On the other side of the room, you could see Daniel messing around with Ong Seungwoo, pretending to slow dance with him.

“Hey.”

You jolted, looking up to see Woojin standing there.

“Hey,” you said back, smiling at him.

“Wanna dance?” Woojin asked you, holding out a hand. You placed your own hand in his, standing up. He carefully led you out to the dance floor, placing his hands on your waist. In turn, you rested your hands on his shoulders, letting him sway you around the dance floor.

“What happened to Sohee?” You asked, eyes scanning his face. His mouth twisted slightly and he shrugged.

“I realized that some people matter more to you than others,” he replied, drawing you closer. “In fact, I’ve realized a lot tonight.”

“Yeah?” You met his gaze, your heart speeding up as usual.

“Yeah,” he responded with his cute little smile, “I realized that you’re super special to me. I realized that I don’t like Daniel taking you to dances, or seeing you so beautiful like this. I realized that I was an idiot trying to chase Sohee when you were always there next to me, supporting me and my passions no matter what.”

“Yeah, you are an idiot,” you laughed, resting your head against his chest.

“I know,” Woojin sighed, “but I like you, and I would be really grateful if you’d date this idiot.”

“Yes, dumbass, I’ll date you,” you groaned, pulling away from his chest to roll your eyes at your idiot of a best friend—boyfriend?

“Wow, only three seconds of dating and you’re already being rude,” Woojin clicked his tongue.

“Ey, if anyone’s allowed to be rude, it’s me,” you responded, flicking him on the forehead.

“Ow, (Y/N), that hurt!”

“Ah, sorry oppa, here,” you stood on your tiptoes and kissed where you’d flicked him, sending him a wink. Woojin turned bright red and buried his face into your shoulder.

“Yah, Park Woojin, are you smelling me?”

“What? You smell good!”

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"But what if she doesn't like the real me"

“But what if she doesn’t like the real me?” Queen Bee asked, looking at the view from Marinette’s balcony. There was a nervous shake to her voice, one that revealed how scared of rejection she really was.

Marinette put a hand over hers and gave her a meaningful look. “If she’s anything like the person you’ve showed me, then there is no way she won’t like you. You’re a great person, Bee, and even if you haven’t always been nice, well… people grow and change, you know? It’ll be alright.” She gave the heroine a reassuring smile before clapping her on the back. “Now get outta here and prepare to talk your mystery lady into forgiving you,” she said with a wink.

“Yeah… yeah! I’ve totally got this!” Bee exclaimed, jumping to her feet. She waved Marinette goodbye and flew off.


“I do not totally have this,” Chloe whispered, her hand held out to knock on the door of a certain baker’s daughter’s residence. She closed her eyes and leaned forward, gently banging her head on the door. “Ugh, she’s never going to like me back.” Another thump against the door. “Even though she said that to Bee, she didn’t know it was me talking about her.” Thump. “Why.” Thump. “Did I.” Thump. “Decide.” Thump. “To do this?” Thump, thump, thump. “God, she’s going to hate meeeehi,MadameDupain-Cheng!” she squeaked when the door suddenly opened. Marinette’s mother stood before her with a kind smile.

“Hello, dear, are you here to see Marinette?” she asked in an equally kind way.

“I, uh, that is-”

“Oh, don’t worry. I’ll call her down for you. Come in, come in, she’ll be down in a minute,” Sabine told her, ushering her inside. Before heading up the stairs, she gave Chloe a knowing look, which only made Chloe more nervous.

She stood at the bottom of the steps for some time, heart jumping at ever sound that came from the rooms above her. She almost reached for the door to leave when she heard a shout of, “I’m coming!” and a loud crash. It was only a few seconds after that that Marinette slid to the top of the steps and climbed down them, only stopping when Chloe was directly in front of her.

Neither of them said anything, and while Marinette’s eyes bore into Chloe, Chloe’s looked anywhere but at her.

Finally, Marinette spoke. “Can I help you with something, or…?”

“No! I mean, yes! I mean, kind of? Look, I just wanted to say that I’m.” She swallowed down the lump that threatened to form in her throat “I’m sorry. F-for the stuff I’ve done to you. I don’t have any good excuses for what I did, and I don’t expect you to forgive me, but I just. Needed to tell you.” When Marinette didn’t say anything, she slumped in defeat. “Right. I’ll go now, s-”

Her words were cut off by Marinette throwing her arms around her. She froze in place, not even daring to breathe in case it broke the magic of the moment. Unfortunately for her, Marinette moved away anyways (and all too soon, if Chloe were honest with herself).

“I forgive you,” she said brightly, beaming at Chloe.

“You… you do?” she asked, awe in her voice and expression.

“Sure. You seem sincere enough, and I think this is like… the first time you’ve ever actually said sorry to someone. You didn’t make any excuses and you didn’t try to place the blame elsewhere. That’s really admirable. So, I forgive you.”

“Thank you,” Chloe breathed, sighing in relief. “I think I should, um, go now? But maybe in school we could start. Talking. And helping with makeup. And things.”

“That sounds lovely,” Marinette agreed. She waved goodbye when Chloe did, and just before the door closed behind her, Marinette called out, “Oh, and Chloe!” Chloe turned to listen. “I want you to know that I meant it when I told you you were a great person.”

Chloe smiled. “Thanks, Marinette.” The door closed, and only when she was halfway home did she realized that Marinette hadn’t said anything about her being great during their conversation. She did, however, tell Bee that she was great.

Her limo was filled with a shriek and a plea for the driver to bring her back to the Dupain-Cheng’s.


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Best Couple (Inner Circle)

@dreamingofazriel requested: “Family dinner where everyone argues who the best couple is: Feysand, Nessian, Elriel, Mor and Amren decide”

Ok so I laughed so hard while writing this and I love it! Big thanks to @dreamingofazriel for being so patient with the other prompt they requested

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“No way in hell are you and Nesta a better couple than Feyre and I!” Rhys said, spooning potatoes onto his plate.

“Define better,” Nesta said, quirking a brow at the High Lord. “More suited for public appearances? That’s you two. But better in bed…. I think we all know that’s us.” The collective groan that followed confirmed that they did, in fact, know it. Cassian leaned to place a triumphant kiss to her lips, one that she immediately deepened, much to everyone’s dismay.

“Come on, you guys, we all know the cutest couple award goes to Az and I,” Elain said, smiling sweetly at her Shadowsinger. He smiled back, and Mor marveled at the huge amount of love contained in such a small gesture. Cassian scoffed, earning him a glare from his mate.

“No way,” he said, shaking his head. “Nes and I are the best couple overall, no doubt about it. Can I have some beans, Mor?” He passed her his plate, and she scooped a generous helping onto it before handing it back. Amren sat on her right, at the head of the table. She swirled the crystal goblet filled with ruby liquid and waved a hand at the three squabbling couples.

“This is why I generally stay out of relationships,” she said, quietly enough that only Mor could hear. She laughed at the tiny female’s remark, spearing a piece of fruit with her fork.

“This is why I don’t bring my lovers here,” she countered, shaking her head at her family. Cassian banged his fist on the table, startling everyone to attention.

“Let’s have Mor and Amren decide who’s the best couple,” he said, and they all turned to the far end of the table. Mor blinked, setting her napkin on her lap.

“You’re kidding, right?” she stared at each of them in turn, and was met by six very serious faces. She sighed, turning to Amren. Mor shrugged and Amren rolled her gray eyes, uncrossing her legs and leaning forward to brace her arms against the table.

“Give us a few minutes,” Amren said, rising from her seat and motioning for Mor to follow her to the balcony. Amren snapped the doors shut behind them, and the two females discussed.

*************

When they reentered the dining hall, the only sounds were the clink of silverware on porcelain and chewing. Nesta was glaring at Feyre, who was glaring right back. Rhys cast suspicious glances at both his brothers, angrily chewing his salad. Not one of them even noticed that they had taken their seats once more at the table, too absorbed in their little contest.

“Well,” Amren drawled, six sets of eyes snapping to her. “We’ve decided. The winner was very clear.” Rhys took Feyre’s hand, Azriel’s shadows momentarily snaked around Elain’s arm, and Cassian gripped Nesta’s thigh.

Mor cleared her throat. “The couple we chose exhibit what the two of us consider the three most important keys to a good relationship. Love.“ Elain perked up at that, glancing at her beloved. “Trust.” Rhysand looked to his mate with warm violet eyes. “And just the right amount of kinky bedroom activities.” Cassian snickered at the sly smile on Nesta’s face.

“In short, we chose…” Mor trailed off, the anticipation thickening the air. Everyone was on the edge of their seats, and no one seemed to be breathing. She could hear someone tapping their foot impatiently, and she inhaled deeply.

“Az and Elain.” The room exploded into an uproar as everyone shouted.

“My sister is NOT kinky!”

“Honestly I’m not that surprised-“

“Az, you sly dog!”

Elain’s cheeks flushed with color and she folded herself into Azriel’s chest. He put an arm around her, shielding her from their family’s good-natured cheers. His hazel eyes bored into Mor’s as he spoke.

“You promised you’d never say anything about what you heard that night.” Mor only shrugged, fighting back her smile.

“Cat’s out of the bag, I guess!”

Nesta paled, and Cassian roared with laughter. Morrigan could have sworn she saw the Shadowsinger’s cheeks tinted red before he winnowed himself and Elain away.

Stark’s Secret Santa

This is for @lovelynemesis  ‘s Rocking Around the Christmas Tree Challenge

My Prompt: “I was your secret Santa, but I gave you outdated chocolate by accident.”

Relationship: Tony X Reader

Warnings:  Fluffy smut.  (I wanted to write fluff, and if you can’t write fluff for Christmas, when can ya?) 

Summary:  You’re casually dating Tony and he brings you to the Avenger’s private Christmas party, complete with a Secret Santa

A/N:  This is a fluffy little Christmas story with some smut thrown in at the end.  Not what I normally write! 

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               The elevator rose and you fiddled with the present in your hand.  There was no reason to be so nervous, but something about tonight felt different. You’d attended several parties as Tony’s arm candy, this one shouldn’t be any different, but when he invited you and mentioned there was a secret Santa it made the entire affair more intimate, something you didn’t expect from your pseudo-boyfriend.  

               You glanced at the present and hoped Bruce enjoyed the wooden slide box you had picked out for him.  It was perfect for a scientist who took his work home with him, something you knew Bruce did on the regular.  The twenty-dollar limit made picking a gift difficult, but you were confident it was the right amount of thought.

               The door dinged and you smoothed down your silver cocktail dress before placing the calmest, natural smile you could muster on your face.  

               “There she is.” Tony walked towards you with open arms.  

Originally posted by theperkybuttofrdj

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