The submitted prompt:
if you're still taking submissions "You've just got to let yourself relax, girl."

"You've just got to relax, girl!" Alya said running her hands over her legs as she sat on Marinette's bed.

Awkwardly Marinette adjusted her self in the chair. She sunk back lower in the chair, her head being propped up in the most uncomfortable way. Her arms hung over the arm rests and her legs sprawled out in front of her, "… Like this..?" She asked barley able to choke it out.

Alya sunk her face into her hand and shook her head, "I can't believe that my best friend doesn't know how to relax." Alya let a laugh slip out from her lips and she stood adjusting her friend in the chair to make her look more… well… normal.

"I guess it's been a while since I've been able to relax… Just trying to meet dead lines for Mr. Agreste… I mean don't get me wrong I'm so grateful that Adrien got me the internship in the first place but his father is so…"

"Demanding? Awful? A piece of work? A Stick in the mud? A-" Alya continued to list off on her fingers.

Marinette grabbed her friends hands and tried to get her to stop without laughing but a few giggles slipped through and she tried covering them up, "Alya, Alya," She pressed pursing her lips trying to think of an excuse for her new boss, "Come on, he's really not that bad… He's just… Well he likes to be on top of things…" She flashed an inconvincing smile and rubbed the back of her neck.

"At least you're getting paid now," She added, "Paying rent the past couple months was hell…" Marinette nodded in agreement.

It had been about six months since the two girls moved in with each other after their high school graduation. Alya worked for as a news paper journalist and continued to run the LadyBlog on the side an often got a lot of donations for her fans wanting her to continue the blog.

Their conversation was soon interrupted by a soft knocking on the door. Alya followed the bluenette to the door and took a seat a the kitchen table pouring herself a glass of water.

Marinette opened the door revealing familiar blonde hair and green eyes matched with a tall strong body. She froze as she watched him raise his hand for a small wave, "Hey, Marinette..!" He said.

Four years and she still couldn't completely relax around him. She glanced over to the side looking at her roommate sitting at the table largely mouthing 'RELAX'
Quickly Marinette shook her head into reality. She stuck out her hand leaning against the door frame. With the other hand she shot him a finger gun followed by an uncomfortable half wink, " 'Sup." She nodded. Was it working? Was she being relax? What ever it was she felt it sure didn't seem like 'relaxed' It felt more like she looked like an idiot.

A tinge of pink grew across his cheeks, "W-..What..?" He uttered out. What was she doing? Why did she look like that? Was she hurt?

A tingle ran up her spine shaking her hand loose from it's position on the door frame. Slipping she smacked her face against the frame and winced. Out from the inside of the apartment behind Marinette there was a distinct cackle of laugh that echoed to the door. Looking past her Adrien saw Alya quickly covered her mouth trying to contain her laugher and tried to suppress it even more by drinking her water but found that much of it dribbled out of her mouth and most was spit out when Marinette turned to her red-faced and shouted: "Shut up!"

Adrien nervously reached out his hand to touch her shoulder and smiled trying to keep his laughter in as well, "Are you alright..?" He asked trying to get a quick look at the side of her face, luckily she didn't hit it hard enough to cause swelling.

"I-I'm fine… Totally relaxed." She said with a smile trying to cover up. They were silent for a moment not sure how to continue the conversation. She found it hard to keep looking him in the eye so she sucked in a big breath and exhaled out, "So…" she then bit down gently on the corner of her bottom lip.

" Oh.. Right!" He responded rubbing the back of his head, " I just came to tell you that I talked to my dad…" He paused looking off past her and not wanting to see her face, "I got him to give you the day off tomorrow." He said with a small smile peeking over the corner of his lips, "And I was wondering, since you'd have the day off if maybe I could pick you up… Around Noon… For lunch…?" He offered biting his lips nervously.

Her stomach felt like a swarm of ladybugs fluttered around and she sucked in a huge breath, ' Okay okay okay okay Marinette, Relax… Relax….' Again she flashed him a finger gun and a slightly more sly than the last, wink, but still under no circumstance good, just a little better.

Adrien bent down his face getting close to hers and looked at her concerned, "Are you alright? Something in your eye?" he asked.

Her shoulders dropped and she sighed in humiliation, " No.. I'll meet you at noon tomorrow…" She said flatly with a dead panned face.

The two said their goodbyes and she rested her back against the door letting herself slide down until she reached the ground and buried her face in her knees, "Smooth, Marinette… Very smooth…"

Adrien let the door close before excitedly punching the air and preforming a, clearly choreographed, dance on her door step, letting at a loud and whispered "Yes!"

I always imagined Adrien doing this cute little victory dance right outside Marinette's door and the streets aren't empty so there's people walking by and mother's are like rushing their children's by because theres some crazy dude doing a silent dance in the middle of the day ahaha