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“We both tried to grab at the last copy of that desired book at the same time and had a tug of war.” (from this post)

Sterek ficlet, T, ~1.6k words. Basically, I was going to just do a tiny little drabble as a warm-up for working on one of my WIPs, and then I was having too much fun with it to stop.

(Btw, if you couldn’t tell, I totally made up the book series in question. Any resemblance to any actual book is completely coincidental.) 

It’s definitely some kind of torture that on the day the seventh and final Path of Wolves novel comes out, Stiles still has to go to school like it’s not the most important day of the year or anything.

And okay, so it’s not like anyone else in Beacon Hills has even heard of these books except Scott, and then only because Stiles can’t shut up about them, but still. Stiles spends the entire day practically vibrating out of his skin with the anticipation. He’s pretty sure he hasn’t taken in a word any of his teachers has said today. The only reason he doesn’t try to make a break for it during lunch is that he can’t afford another detention on his record, and even so, he’s still sorely, sorely tempted to risk it. In the end, he has to get Lydia to hide his car keys from him.

(He was going to ask Scott to do it, but Scott would have caved as soon as Stiles started begging, and Stiles is definitely not above begging, so Lydia it is.)

The instant the final bell rings, though, Stiles is out of there, flying across the parking lot and gunning the Jeep. The bookstore probably only ordered a few copies, and if Stiles isn’t holding one of them by the time he leaves, somebody’s about to get murdered.

Not that he actually expects any competition, but it’s better not to let these things go to chance. He already messed up once by procrastinating on pre-ordering until they were sold out; he didn’t think it was possible for a Path of Wolves novel to be sold out. He was wrong, and now he’s paying for it by having to physically go to the bookstore to get it.

Either Stiles vastly overestimated how many copies the store was going to order, or else he vastly underestimated how many people in Beacon Hills read these books, because when he skids to a stop in front of the New Releases shelf, there’s only one copy left. One beautiful, perfect hardcover copy.

Lucky for him, one copy is enough.

Except that when he grabs ahold of it, someone else does, too.

For a long second, Stiles can’t even believe what he’s seeing. Another hand, on his book. Another hand that’s not letting go, even though Stiles has already clearly and unambiguously grabbed it by the spine and isn’t letting go, either.

Stiles turns his head incredulously to get a look at this usurper, and it’s Derek Hale. As in, made-of-muscles, leather-wearing lacrosse captain Derek Hale.

Until this moment, Stiles wasn’t even sure Derek could read, and now he’s trying to steal Stiles’ obscure eight-hundred-page fantasy novel. What.

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Got7 at the mall
  • Mark: Touches everything, buys nothing. Accidentally flirts with all the cashiers.
  • Jaebum: Like a white knight, he's drawn to the outcasts. He says it's better because he'll be the only one wearing it. Well, there's a reason for that.
  • Jackson: Goes to buy things for himself, leaves with bags full of presents for other people. Always asks for a discount.
  • Jinyoung: A ritual shopper. Subconsciously goes to the same stores in the same order every time, like clockwork. Knows all the employees by name, and asks about their lives.
  • Youngjae: The hat store's biggest patron. Once had to be forcibly removed from the pet shop because it was half an hour past closing time and he just wouldn't leave.
  • Bambam: He is the king, and the mall is his kingdom. He knows every store, every sale, every nook and cranny like the back of his hand. The cashiers all know ridiculous rumors about him, a la Regina George. Surprisingly frugal.
  • Yugyeom: Spends so much time in the food court that the workers think he's a store employee playing hooky. Always tips the piano player.
10 Tips From a Cosplayer

Okay, so I’ve been doin this nonsense for about 8 years now and here are my 10 biggest tips for anyone else doing this sadistic hobby (This is a bit geared towards people who make costumes just FYI. I will post another more geared for beginners or those who buy later)

1) Remember Why You Do This.

Maybe you showed up to con and were 1 of 74 Jinx’s. Or maybe your costume wasn’t as accurate as someone else’s. Or maybe it feels like everyone else made theirs and you bought yours. So what? Did you have fun? Did you meet friends, and/or bond with the people you came with? Unless you’re in the contests, remember that it ISN’T a contest. And even the contests are meant to be fun. Alternatively, don’t let any elitist fans ruin your fun.

2) Don’t Take Yourself So Seriously.

Remember that being a cosplayer doesn’t make you ‘more’ of a fan than someone who doesn’t. Remember that you do this for your own enjoyment and that is all that matters. Spend as long or as little as you want on a costume, end a con with 20 silly selfies and some new friends, compliment that other cosplayer in the same outfit because you clearly both have something in common, don’t think of them as competition.

3) Don’t Be Afraid to Ask for Help.

Parents, siblings, teachers, friends, neighbors, craft store employees, theater teachers, art teachers, people online. There are tons of people who could offer help with even little things like what glue to use on foam that needs heatshaping(non-flammable x-treme elmers glue is nice) , what paint to use on leggings (apparently fabric paint stretches with it just fine), ask your grandma what stitch is best for rounded edges on cotton (idk), ask a JoAnn’s associate what thread to use. In my experience store associates are extremely helpful, even with things like a second opinion on matching colors.

4) Use Coupons.

Seriously. If you can, set up an email just for coupons. Going to Michaels for a 2 dollar little thing of paint? Use that coupon they emailed you and now it’s 75 cents and you have more money for other things like fancy fabric or idk food. Check if any stores have student or teacher or senior discounts if that’s applicable, then you’ll have a discount even without coupons. Especially good for big purchases. If you’re buying everything at once there is almost definitely some sort of 5 off of 30 type of coupon out there. If you are able, this is a good way to set up a savings for con or your next costume maybe, just look at the receipt, see how much you saved and set that much (or a part) aside for food/hotel/gas/merch.

5) Look at your Source.

No matter how well you know your character or your design do not go very long without looking at the source. Working on a wig? Have a picture in front of you the whole time. Maybe sketch out the different angles beforehand. Going fabric shopping? Stare at the original. If you print out a reference pic know that it may be slightly off. If you’re doing a costume where the color seems different in every shot (like Rey from Star Wars) then pick the one you like. If you can, consider coloring or painting a swatch of the color on an index card and bringing it with you to compare. Seriously. Keep checking the source when working. It’s equivalent to “measure twice cut once”.

6) Measure Twice Cut Once.

Even in crunch. I know, it’s stressful and scary and frustrating but you know what is more frustrating and scary and stressful? It being 8pm the night before the con and you just cut that last bit of fabric too small. Or your wig too short. Seriously. Just double check yourself.

7) Check Yourself Before You Wreck Yourself.

Outdated meme but useful tip. If you’re getting anxious to a difficult level, or exhausted physically or mentally  address it. Take a break. Take a nap. Eat a meal. Go for a walk. Watch an episode of that show you’re trying to cosplay. Play that game. Watch cosplay videos if you’re scared of losing motivation. Just don’t push yourself too hard or you risk messing up parts of your costume and more importantly, you risk hurting yourself. Don’t work until you accidentally stab yourself with a hot iron and have a panic attack. Would you rather spend 15 minutes playing with your cat or crying and bandaging yourself?


8) Use It.

Found some fabric you love for that SnK skirt thing, but it’s infused with glitter?Who cares, use it. Every cosplay you have seen of Red Hood has a lot of leather and cargo pants but you want skinny jeans and suede? Use it. The costume is for you. Make it how you want. To quote the great Hilary Duff “Why Not?” Also, go listen to that song if you need encouragement. 

9) Enjoy The Whole Process.

Maybe it is redundant at this point but seriously. Have fun. Not just at the con, party, photoshoot, meetup etc. Have a wig styling party. You finished that jacket? Nice, wear it out shopping and be proud. Make a playlist for each character you work on or general motivational music. 8-tracks.com is great for this too. Test those seams/that hairgel/ those shoes/ flexibility by putting on your jam and dancing around. Send snapchats to your friends when you test your make up. Skype your aunt to show off that circle skirt. Put your hat on your dog. 

10) Procrastination isn’t Great.

Probably don’t put off making your costume by making a list of tips for other people.

The Signs and Space II:

Aries: An empty lot that wasn’t developed with the rest of the city. At night you’re sure you heard the sounds of a baseball game comming from it.

Taurus: An antique shop in old Town. The place is huge, it takes up several storefronts. You think you recognize wares from the shops that used to be here, aged beyond reason.

Gemini: A pho restaurant that feels like home. You still can’t understand what the waitress is saying half the time but you have developed an odd unspoken friendship.

Cancer: A tiny shop in the back of the mall that sells board games you’ve never heard of. Even Google has never heard of them.

Leo: The oldest house in town. A huge plantation home built on swampland. Your friend heard it has a basement. It does.

Virgo: Your old elementary school during a summer evening. The gate was unlocked. It’s nearing sunset. You are struck with the sudden feeling you really shouldn’t be here.

Libra: The colossal twisted tree in the middle of town. Nobody knows what kind of tree it is. In the square where it sits you never here any animals. You don’t even see homeless people.

Scorpio: An art supply store. The employees all have the same wide eyes and shattered grin. They offer no assistance. You don’t ask.

Ophiuchus: A cul-de-sac in your neighborhood. A little girl draws on the ground with chalk. She’s always there. Even at night.

Sagittarius: A construction site near your home. You aren’t sure what they are building. Sometimes you see machines dig huge holes only to fill them again. You never see any workers.

Capricorn: Your street at night. The air is crisp and you wear a sweater. You walk your dog. Even in blackness of night you feel at home.

Aquarius: City hall. Half the rooms are empty. Where is everyone?

Pisces: The paneria in your town you had always been afraid to try. The old woman running the shop had a bag of pastries ready for you as you walked in. They were delicious.

a joke

Yechiel visits Warsaw from his small Polish shtetl, and after three weeks returns to his village. after mincha/maariv one night, his friends gather around him and deluge him with questions about his trip.

“nu, what did you do, who did you see, what do you think?”

“well,” says Yechiel “I found Warsaw very strange. there I met a Jew who came from a fine Orthodox family, and a Jew who was a staunch atheist. I met a Jew who owned a large dry goods store with many employees, and I met a Jew who was an ardent communist.”

“so?” say the friends “Warsaw is very large, and all kinds of Jews live there. nothing strange about that.”

“you don’t understand,” says Yechiel “it was all the same Jew.”

How to respond to advice in the pet community:

It’s no secret that the tumblr pet community can be brutal. We’re very passionate about the little lives we provide for. We show concern and empathy for others that may not be in ideal conditions. Sometimes we get overly passionate and can say some rough things. So how should we approach husbandry or animal concerns.

- Be formal, considerate and exact with language choices. If at all possible send the person a PM before directly replying to the post unless you need support for sources.

- Don’t say anything about the keeper. Avoid you statements entirely. This is about the animal.

- Be specific in what should be fixed. Focus on majors and things that are easier to remedy. If the animal is in a messy enclosure which is a health risk, that’s often more important than the cage being a stock one. Pick your battles.

- Provide sources and evidence. Care sheets, videos, pictures, articles. Label what each source is, keep things organized.

- If the keeper shows interest in fixing things work with them. If they don’t apologize and step back. If you really must throw a final comment make it passive and about the animal. “It’s easier on their feet to use the fleece and easier to clean. Just figured I’d save you a bit of time and money. You’ll be surprised on how many people will at the very least look it up.

- Use personal stories. Even if they’re dark. Showing that it is in fact reality can interest people.

- And show a genuine interest in the animal. Ask questions about their likes and dislikes. Their story. You’re then a friend and not just calling them out.

As for the people receiving the criticism . There are right and wrong ways to respond as to not escalate an argument and breed hostility.

- Read what was sent. Humour them even if you can’t or won’t change. You might find something you will do that you didn’t know before.

- Thank them. You can be insulted. Your ego can be burned. But thank them for the sources and say you’ll look into them. This ends the conversation then an there. Bonus points if you do read the sources.

- Correct them. If it was an old post and you’ve already fixed things, link them to something current. If you truly believe they provided something incorrect explain it and provide evidence.

- Do not provide a pet store employee as a superior source! They aren’t a valid source as the actual skill and experience varies. The "fish expert” might be in charge of the fish department, but has never kept a fish for its full lifespan and their only training is the instructional video.

- Ask questions. People are more than happy to answer.

X Don’t get defensive. Your pride is not worth a life and chances are arguing is only going to make people annoyed with you.

X Don’t laugh and brush off. You sound like a bitch and no body likes that.

X Don’t rely on old information and refuse to further your pet education. That’s the biggest key to being a successful pet parent.

X Don’t use money or space as an excuse. We’ve heard it all before and your answer will always be the same. You shouldn’t have the pet.

Continue your pet education, share and learn. No one is perfect and you will always find something new.

Otp Prompt

Person A decides to bake a cake for person B. This sounds as though it would be an especially easy task, and at first, Person A believes it will be. They’ve seen the cakes in the shops, and though they’ve never made one, they assume it can’t be hard.

Until they see the ingredients list. Their mouth drops almost comically as they stare at the list that seems to keep going and going and going. Shaking their head to snap out of it, they decide to do it anyways. Person B deserves it.

They head to the store, following around an employee with questions that should be common sense. By the end of three hours, they have what they need and and head home, nearly dropping everything in the doorway.

Then they set to work, knowing Person B will be home soon. They mix and whip and throw things together with vigor, and they think they’ve done it. They’re the genius chef and they have become the ruler of all cakes. So they sit at the table, oblivious to how covered in flower and batter they are, waiting for Person B to get home.

When Person B walks in the door, something smells good. And they’re confused. Did someone break in and bake something? Couldn’t have been Person A. They can’t cook for shit.

But when Person B steps into the dining room, theres Person A, sitting with a near manic grin. “I did it!” They exclaim. “I baked a cake and I put it in the oven and I did it!”

Person B grins. “I’m proud of you,” they say. “When do we get to eat it?”

Person A’s face drops. “Oh shit,” they mutter before racing to the kitchen. Person A rips open the oven, and peels of smoke come pouring out. Coughing, Person A slips their hands into oven mitts and pulls out the black coal-looking lump that had once almost been a cake.

They drop it on the stove top and stare at it. Then, they turn to Person B, who is standing in the doorway, watching. Person A opens their mouth, and then closes it before folding it into a frown.

But Person B just laughs. They stand in front of Person A and place a kiss on their forehead. “I know you wanted to bake the cake, but they have some pretty great premade ones at the market,” they say. And Person A kids, smiling up at Person B.

At the store, after picking out the perfect cake, they head to the checkout where a familiar face awaits Person A. The employee they spent three hours bothering. The employee just chuckled and Person A smiles sheepishly before taking Person B’s hand and walking out of the shop, cake in hand.

Free Condoms With Purchase

Summary: Derek is an ace guy working at a sex shop, and he has a bit of a crush on one of the regulars (who he might have come out to, oops).

Notes: Written for the Aro/Ace Wolves Mini Bang! (On AO3)

I forgot to add that this fic now has some lovely art! Check it out!


Derek looks up from his calculus textbook when he hears the bell jingle, and he has to suppress a smile. This guy’s a regular. He usually comes in every couple of weeks, awkward and overly-enthusiastic. He gets in to animated conversations with other patrons, flails a lot, and almost always manages to knock something off a shelf.

And he’s cute.

Really cute.

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10 top ways shoplifters get caught

This was written by an LP, i merely copied and pasted it. REBLOG AND INFORM

Despite what you may have heard, there is no perfect shoplifting method. You can be caught NO MATTER how you try to steal. A lot of it is the luck of the draw. Is LP in the store? Are they busy with another shoplifter? Are they watching you? There is no way you can be sure. You can be sure however, that you significantly increase your chances of getting yourself caught when:


10)You carry a flat purse or back-pack: Fairly obvious, right? Not only is this an attention grabber, but it also makes the LP Agent’s job much easier. Your bag was flat, and then magically became full right after all the merchandise you were carrying disappeared. Did the LP Agent watch you fill your bag? That does not really matter. The LP Agent did not need to see concealment (See my article: The 6 Steps of Loss Prevention) to confidently make a stop on you. It is fairly obvious. Most LP Agents will make that stop. On top of being obvious, entering a store with an empty bag can also bump your charge from petty theft to burglary.

9)You over-act: You pick up the item you plan on stealing. You begin tapping on it, wiggling it, playing with it, and looking around like everything is cool. Yes, people actually think this works. When you take this approach you are basically telling LP Agents “Hey, I am not going to steal this! Look, I’m playing with it out in the open. I wouldn’t be doing that if I were going to steal it.” Then you steal it. Happens all the time.

8)You under-act: You pick up the item you are going to steal and immediately palm the item, or hold it behind something. You then quickly walk off to the most deserted part of the store. The race is on. The LP Agent knows he needs to get a view of you, either on camera or on the floor to witness the concealment.

7)You are overly friendly: You come in and immediately start chatting with store employees. You’re such a nice person! You would never steal. This will work when trying to deceive regular workers but LP is not falling for it. I have even had employees try to stop me from making an apprehension because they thought I was going to make a bad stop on that “nice” person. When I see someone being overly friendly with cashiers, managers or anybody with a name tag, I immediately become suspicious. They could be a genuinely nice person but nice people steal too.

6)You fail the “scare test”: When I suspect somebody is a shoplifter I will often give them the scare test. This means I will have several people walk past the area where my suspect is looking at items. A normal shopper will pay little to no attention to who is around them. A nervous shoplifter will turn their head at everyone that passes by. Often times they will look them up and down evaluating whether or not they seem like an undercover. When this happens it is a good indicator that I should set up on this person and wait for them to “go”.

5)You are bringing non-clothing items into the fitting room: Some people actually think that if they conceal merchandise in the fitting room that they can not be arrested by Loss Prevention Agents. This is because it eliminates the possibility of the LP Agent’s step # 3. This might work on some LP Agents, but certainly not the one’s that are good at what they do. If I see someone bringing something into the fitting room that is not supposed to be tried on such as DVDs, Jewelry, makeup, etc., they have my full attention until I see them exit the fitting room carrying that merchandise. Believe me, bringing stuff into the fitting room is a false sense of security and it will get you caught.

4)You are leaving an evidence trail: You select the item you want to steal. You are not sure if the item will make the door beep or not so you decide to remove the item from the package. Or maybe you want to pretend the item was already your’s so you rip the tags off. Now you can conceal the item. However, you also need to rid yourself of the package. So you discard it on the shelf, or you hide it behind something. You just made the LP Agents job 95% easier. Maybe they did not see you conceal the item, but they did see you toss something down or hide something. They find the package. Now LP knows what the item is, they know you removed it from the package (this is vandalism and is illegal), and they know you are up to no good. When you walk out of the store, all the LP Agent needs to do is approach you with the empty package and demand that you return the item. They will likely tell you that you are on video opening it (you may or may not be). They will tell you that if you do not return the item you will be charged with vandalism (this trick is likely against their LP policy but it is completely legal). Once you produce the item you are under arrest for theft. It is a lose-lose situation that you created by leaving a trail of packages and tags.

3)You have “shifty” eyes: Everyone knows that you are not supposed to blatantly look for cameras or look around for people when you are going to steal. However, it seems that the majority overcompensates. When you look up to the ceiling and then side to side without moving your head, you have “shifty eyes”. Shifty eyes get shoplifters caught every day. In fact, if I am about to give up on a perspective shoplifter and they shift their eyes, I will watch them until they leave the store, no exceptions.

2)You use two hands: As an LP Agent, nothing catches my eye more than somebody with both hands on the sales shelf. When an honest shopper looks at a product of interest on the sales shelf, they typically take the item in one hand and remove it from the shelf to look at it in the open. When a shoplifter puts both hands on a product and does not remove the object from the shelf it is a DEAD GIVE AWAY that they are opening something. I have caught shoplifters that I otherwise would not have even noticed simply because they used two hands!

1)You just plain look like a shoplifter: You know who you are! This is by far the most common reason people get caught. If you fit the stereotypical profile of someone who would likely shoplift you are likely being watched as an “easy stat”. So if you have 10 facial piercings, and a bright green mohawk, or if you’re just a shady looking character, don’t do it.

REBLOG AND HELP A FRIEND

Can you imagine the changes to the workforce and how we treated workers if no one HAD to work to survive?

Like often I see these complaints about a universal basic income that are like “well then no one would work!” and I think there are lots of people motivated to have more money even when they have enough to get by, but I also I think, that’s kind of true, if regular employment looked and functioned the way it does now.

But with UBI if both employers and society wanted people in certain jobs those jobs would have to offer more than just “you need us to survive”. They’d have to offer satisfaction and community and purpose.

Imagine the changes places like WalMart and McDonalds would have to make to how they run their enterprise if they had to woo and entice their employees into wanting to be there. Imagine the end of “the customer is always right”, both because employers know their workers won’t put up with and because consumers are forced to have a respect for workers choosing to do this with their time to make the community function when they don’t have to.

Imagine the progress to automation and technology now that we don’t have to worry about unemployment as a result. So instead of a store having 40 employees, they have 10 and automated self check out and price scanners and store apps you can pay on, and automated self-driving bots to keep inventory and restock at night. (And that’s when you don’t just order online, shopping in-store is now inherently a Boutique experience).

But those ten remaining employees are So Valued by the company, and so carefully educated and trained and respected as experts in what they do. People go “you could do that when you grow up, help people shop and find what they need and know what products are best for them.” And it wouldn’t be an insult like “you’ll wind up flipping burgers”, but instead a respected option “you can help people have warm fresh food in one of the oldest and most prestigious international groups in the world, and look at their travel programs and free clubs and classes” (McDonalds wins the Fast Food Mario Kart Tournament every year, their team is best in the nation and if you want a good esports program you work at McDonalds).

Evidence shows people would still work. Evidence shows people want to improve their situations and want to have structure in their lives. Evidence shows the only populations who take advantage of a UBI to not work are students who choose to focus more on their studies and new mothers, who choose to spend more time with their kids.

But it would increase the bargaining power and social power of the average employee by so much. They’d have the option to walk away. And employers would know it and consumers would know it and employees would know it. So if we wanted it to keep working, employers would have to start catering to their employees wellbeing and health and happiness as well as their wallet.

And it would be so good.

So, I know Petco gets a ton of hate from fishkeepers, because they’re a big box store and employees don’t really have any education on the animals they sell… But as someone who works at Petco, I really do wanna let y'all know that behind the scenes and higher up they really are trying to make a difference.

Petco has made a promise to sustainably source all fish by 2022. They are investing billions of dollars right now in aquaculture. In fact I just read on the company website that they’ve now begun selling 100% aquacultured yellow tangs, and now they’re investing heavily into breeding blue hippo tangs in captivity as well!

Idk I just think its great and I’m really proud of them lol. They’re also putting up articles for employees lately about specific fish care requirements, encouraging us to ask questions about the tanks for the fish… Such as when someone wants to buy a pleco, informing them that the tank should be 75+ gals, etc. Definitely headed in the right direction, I think

Million Dollar Man

Originally posted by sugutie

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook / Reader

Genre: Business AU / Mordern day Greek myth (?)

Words: 2045

Synopsis: Jeon Jungkook is a close friend of kim Taehyung. Kim Taehyung is the CEO of the company she works in. He had heard a lot about her and so had she. He had grown a liking towards her and even though slowly, so had she. But why was it wrong?

Warnings / Note: Grammar+editing errors are probably there. I’m not good at this writing thing lol pls have mercy on me. I’m not sure if i want to make this into a (mini) series? It’s my first time jumping into this genre so idk. Enjoy!


Disaster.

The one word you would use to describe while looking down at the ridiculously expensive dress of the woman that wore the ring with your boss’ name on it. The woman that looked beautiful wearing the dress while walking down the grand stairs of their living room. The woman that would then make heads turn and hearts race. The woman whose husband would look at and be proud of what he accomplished. He would then look and you and nod his head making your heart flutter just as much as the other girls whom he smiled at.

She would have done every one of those things if you hadn’t spilled grape fruit juice you were drinking on it, while dancing to a 90’s pop song while ironing the dress.

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Tales of Miss Fortune(Part 2)

Here we are folks, part 2. There is no sin in this, unfortunately, but we get a look at Marinette and Adrien’s daily lives. And a cliffhanger.

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It was a general agreement that Monday sucked. It was even more of an agreement that Monday mornings, specifically, sucked even more. In fact, it was common knowledge that Monday mornings were the moment when most hopes and dreams died. And when there was a Monday morning at the Agreste Headquarters, well, that was when all aspirations, happiness, self-esteem, and trust went down the gutter. Adrien’s included. He tried to put his best professional face to show that he was a very equilibrated man, who gets a full night rest and is nothing short of a responsible adult and a perfect CEO for the Agreste fashion empire. As he walked confidently through the building, the employees were greeting him with that usual air of ‘shit, that’s the boss’, so he assumed his façade was working.

(Honestly, was he that scary? He certainly hoped not.)

When he was finally in the privacy of his office, he let his head fall on the table as he groaned miserably. He had a night from hell. Not only was he left with a boner, but also tied to a chair. And it was very hard to try to get out of that death grip without knocking the candle overs and setting the whole Louvre on fire. He arrived home exhausted and only managed to get two hours of sleep. And just when the sleep was the sweetest that’s when his alarm decided to wake him up. Hell knows the dark circles under his eyes were only hidden because of that luxurious concealer he was wearing. Whining again softly, he rested his cheek against his desk considering taking a nap right that second. But of course, he didn’t have the chance. A cup of coffee and a bag with a pastry were put in front of him. And if there was one thing he loved more than sleep it was food. His head shot up immediately.

“A café noisette and a croissant with extra butter.” Marinette Dupain-Cheng declared. As he dug in his breakfast, she glanced at the clock on the wall. “And just in time. 9:15.”

“I never knew you were a morning person.” he remarked in between two sips of coffee.

“Oh, I’m not a morning person. I just had a very busy night and just didn’t go to sleep at all.” she said with a satisfied smirk.

Busy night? She must have worked on designs, Adrien thought. Marinette was, after all, an amazing designer. He had been impressed with her portfolio when she applied for the internship and he decided there was no way he would let her carry the coffee and lunch orders of everybody in the design department for the year long period of the internship. Well, she was still bringing him coffee, yes, but she was also able to work on her designs whenever she was done with the tasks he was giving her. And he knew all too well how cut throat the fashion industry was and how sabotage and mental games worked when it came to newcomers. And while Marinette was a force to be reckoned with, he would rather save her all that trouble. He had been dealing with those things since he began to walk, he would rather not have anybody go through the same thing if he could help it.

“So, what’s on today’s agenda?” Marinette asked as he finished his croissant.

“Just arrange the schedule for the week and then you are free to design. If anything else comes up, I’ll tell you.”

Marinette nodded with a smile, moving to her desk on the other side of the great room. Adrien finished his coffee, depositing the bag and the empty cup in the trash bin under his desk and decided to try his best to focus on work. The coffee had helped a little, but not enough to make up for all the lost hours of sleep. A low tune filled the air and his eyes slipped to Marinette, who got to work already while humming a familiar tune. It sounded like the last Jagged Stone hit. Ah, Marinette had really great taste in music. And video games. And fashion. And food. And… everything really. She was a very efficient assistant and just a lovely person to be around in general. Sometimes Adrien wished he had a friend like her. Huh, friend. He tilted his head, wondering if it was a good idea to ask.

“Hey, Marinette,” he called across the room, getting her attention. First name basis was something he insisted on. Monsieur Agreste sounded too much like his father and it was making him feel super weird. The only two instances when they used formal titles were when they were joking around or when they were in front of other people. “Do you… do you consider me a friend?”

Marinette blinked surprised and Adrien wanted to punch himself in the face for asking. Until her lips curled in a smirk and a mischevious glint appeared in her eyes. It almost gave him a feeling of deja vu, for whatever reason. “Oh, my, Monsieur Agreste, what an improper question. So unbusinesslike.” she teased, before she gave him a genuine smile. “Sure, Adrien. I can be your friend.”

“Thank you.” he breathed out, turning back to his work and missing the sad expression that took over her features.

“No need to thank me.” she said back with a fond smile.

Well, at least Marinette was considering him a friend. Her and the fluffy god of destruction currently sleeping in his pocket. What a squad. Sometimes he wished he would have went to school like everybody ese, and make friends who might have liked him for more than his money or looks. He never had that chance. And ever since his father died, well, being a CEO as we as a supe hero didn’t give him th chance to mingel. Adrien sighed and begann typing an email.

Maybe he will just have a peaceful day for once.

(Spoiler alert: he doesn’t.)

He and Marinette were just exiting the building, deciding to go to get some dinner, cause they will be stuck at work over the program yet again. That was when four police cars with the sirens ringing passed by fastly. Adrien wanted to scream. Seriously? Again? Didn’t Miss Fortune have a life to take care of that didn’t imply robbing every museum in Paris?

“I wonder what that is.” Marinette thought out loud.

“A robbery, most likely.” Adrien said, while checking his pocket for Plagg. “You know, Marinette, why don’t you just go home. I’m giving you a free night.”

“Wait, where are you… ?” she didn’t have the chance to ask because he already took off running.

“I just forgot something I need to take care off.” he called over his shoulder. “Have a nice evening!”

And with that he disappeared around the corner, leaving a very confused Marinette behind him.



As it turned out, it hadn’t been Miss Fortune this time. Just a gang trying to steal from a jewelry store. Honestly, the fight didn’t last that long, but they had the boss of the store and two employees taken as prisoners so he had to get them out first. Chat Noir dropped in a dark alley, making sure no one was around as he dropped his transformation. Catching a yawning Plagg in his hands he snorted.

“Me too, buddy. Let’s go home.” the kwami didn’t even bother to ask for cheese.

As he made his way out o the alley carefully, he didn’t notice the pair of striking blue eyes following his every move.

“My, my,” a sweet voice mocked. “Look what the cat dragged in.”