#also is so hot headed and quick to be a biatch

[nihilismtrcit]

introducing...eden louise “edie lou” ferraro 

gen 1: aries for the another zodiac legacy challenge by @acuar-io

since childhood, seeking out attention was a constant in eden louise ferraro’s life. her parents didn’t engage with her, rarely made her feel wanted. so she became the type of person who would seek out any attention, positive or negative. she’s a needy girl with an almost pathological desire to be noticed. of course, her hot-headed temper and mean attitude (that especially rears its head when eden feels vulnerable) make it difficult to maintain friendships, let alone romantic relationships. 

after making the move from sandy oasis springs to the spice district of san myshuno, eden decided she’d get the attention she so desperately craved by any means necessary. now an internet personality with aspirations of becoming fabulously wealthy, eden louise - self nicknamed edie lou - spends her days: 

trying to turn her social media career into fortune

cuddling and dressing up her bby chihuahua, clover (bites)

gaming, streaming, vlogging

keeping it tight to flex on social media 

seeking out validation in the form of romantic relationships and/or money

&& generally oscillating between being an overly attached lover and a messy gal ;)

[sleepywinchester]

Fool For You Pt. 3 ⏤ Oscar Díaz.

Summary:  You are back in your hometown Freeridge to take care of your sister Jasmine and your father after being away for six years. You left Freeridge looking for a better life but in that process you had to let go of someone you loved. But you’re back and things are not the same but they sure feel like it.

Words: 2,500+

Warnings: Angst 

A/N: Hola!!!! Happy Easter Loves! Hope you guys had a good one today even though *coughs* the virus. This one is a bit more fluff turned into angst real quick.  If you like this, please consider leave some feedback? Love to hear you guys thoughts *.*    | MESSAGE BOX |

(english is not my first language, might be some typos around)

Chapters: Uno - Dos 

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The sunlight peeked through the white curtains of the window. Your eyes fluttered open softly glancing to the soft orange colors of the sunrise. Waking up in this bliss made you smile. It was like for a short moment you were living in your own fantasy, the one that you weren’t brave enough to say out loud but deep down you always wanted. You admired the view for a little more until the sounds of movement in your small kitchen caught your attention.

Softly shifting your body to the left, you saw the number one reason for all your fantasies these days. You propped your head on top of your hand, having a better look at Oscar and the way he moved his body to the sides and his head bumped softly up and down listening to a rap song that was low enough only for him to listen. He didn’t want to wake you up. 

He was shirtless wearing only grey sweatpants that rested right on top of his hips. You could see his lower back dimples and you could picture how his bones formed a V would look from the front. 

“Ma’, I can feel your eyes all up my ass,” Oscar’s accent made your skin tingle. He said that without looking back as he kept cutting something on the counter. 

You chuckled, “I mean…” your head tilted admiring his attributes, “It is a good ass.” 

The muscles of his back flexed as he chuckled. You were attracted to every inch of this body but you had to admit, his back was one of your favorite spots to kiss. Oscar had become a constant visitor almost every night in the past couple months.

As you continued to watch him cook you reminisced of the times he used to say he wanted to be a professional chef. In High School you guys had so much dreams to fulfill. You also thought about all the encounters you had with him over the past months and how many of them ended up with him cooking something, either that be breakfast or sometimes dinner. 

You’ve spent most of your late nights and early mornings with Oscar but all of it hiding from everyone, from Santos, from your family and from the neighborhood. When this first happened you told him you wanted to keep it a secret from everyone. If you told everyone you were dating Oscar, it would bring so many questions and you didn’t want to deal with the answers. 

Months ago you were mad at him for throwing his brother out of the house. Until he told you the reasons and why Cuchillos the shot caller made him but that didn’t make it right. You wanted him to come to reason and have his brother back but he wouldn’t have it. His loyalty to Cuchillos and the Santos went above everything and everyone, even his own blood and deep down it scared you. Since that argument talking about gang business was banned from conversations, just because every time either one talked about it, it ended up in a fight. 

Instead of focusing on his lifestyle and where his loyalties lied, you focused on him and on how he made you feel. Oscar turned his body around, your eyes roaming his naked chest. As your eyes went down, they spotted your kitchen towel hanging from his pant line, just like a professional chef. You chuckled softly looking at the vibrant pink lemons print on the towel.

He glanced down, seeing what you saw and arched an eyebrow, “Muy chistosa.”

“I haven’t said a word…” you sat, his eyes going down to your chest. Following his glance you remembered you were completely naked from the night prior. “Cochino.”

Oscar shrugged proudly, sitting down next to you on the edge of the bed. “Try this,” he had a cracker and some type of food on top of it on his hand and he fed it to you. Without asking you opened and ate it. He watched you close your eyes at the deliciousness of his cooking. “¿Rico?”

Instantly you nodded in complete agreement, “Tuna?” 

“Yep,” he sucked his thumb, “plus some spices and shallots” 

“It’s good,” you licked your lip, leaning forward. “Gourmet.” 

Gently he caressed your chin, leaning in and kissing your lips. There was intimacy in that morning kiss. “Buenos días, preciosa.” His soft morning kiss made you smile. 

���Morning,” you placed another quick kiss on his lips before standing up. 

He grabbed the cigarette from his earlobe and placed it on his mouth. You smirked grabbing the lighter from your nightstand and flicking it. The flame busted and you lit his cigarette. You watched him inhale from the cigarette as he locked eyes with yours. Oscar let out the cloud of smoke, you took a deep breath in. 

“¿Quieres?” He arched his eyebrow taking another drag in. 

You waited for him to finish the drag and just when he was going to exhale the smoke, leaning forward inhaling it in. “I gotta hit the shower,” you stood up from the bed. 

His eyes were piercing on your ass, teasingly you slapped your gluts walking down. “Are you going to sit there all sonso (dumb) or join me?” you turned to look at him all seductive, “Biatch.”

Oscar flashed a devilish smirk standing up and pulling the bright towel off his sweatpants and getting rid of his clothes as he followed your steps into the shower. He watched you through the shower glass, hot water running through your body. Turning around your eyes met with his lust filled eyes. Smirking, you ran your fingers through your wet hair, watching him get inside. He took a last long drag before throwing the rest of his cigarette in the hand wash. 

You chuckled, “You better pick that shit up after we are done.” 

The shower was small making your body be close to his. Your body temperature began to get warmer the longer he admired your nakedness. His hand touched your waist, gripping tightly, “You know I love it when you’re so fucking bossy?” Oscar’s voice was deep and seductive. 

Wrapping your hands around his neck, you pushed him into a wet and full of passion kiss. He returned the kiss with the same intensity. You took a pause and watched him breathe heavily, “I know.” 

/ / / 

Walking out of the bathroom with a robe on, you rolled your wet hair into a towel and placed it on top of your head. You reached the kitchen counter and ate another of the gourmet crackers with tuna that Oscar had made. 

He walked out with a towel wrapped low around his hips. “Gotchu,” Oscar whispered, hugging you from the back, pressing his body onto you and your body pressed against the counter. You grabbed one of the crackers and fed it to him. “Fuck, I’m good.” He praised himself.

“Show off,” you turned.

Oscar chuckled for a bit as he chewed to his creation. He seemed so happy. There were so many thoughts in the back of your mind as you gazed at him. There was so much history between you and Oscar. So much had happened in the last six years of being apart. 

“You good, ma’?” he took a step back but your bodies were still close to each other. 

“Mhm,” you nodded brushing the thoughts away.

You were standing between his both strong arms. He clenched his jaw with a small smirk on his lip, “So… Tonight. Got any plans?”

“Aside from doing more of this,” you kissed his lips, “when I come back from the school dance. Nope, nada, mi amor.”

He smirked, leaning for another kiss. “School dance? The Annual Valentine's dance?”

Nodding you grabbed another cracker, “Yep. “ You mumbled as you chewed, “Coach Ronald is making me be his co-chaperone.”

“Wanna ditch it and go to the beach?” He asked.

Your head dropped backwards, “I wish but I am the newbie so I gotta do it. If not those viejitas won’t let me be.”

Oscar clenched his jaw, “Are they giving you a hard time?”

“Not really,” you told him, “they’re just old and bitter.”

He nodded softly, “How about tomorrow? Any plans mama?” 

You squinted looking at his face and trying to figure out what he was thinking. “Are you trying to get me on a Valentine’s date?”

Licking his lower lip, he shrugged, “Guilty. Just trying to spend some quality time with my girl. That’s all.” 

You couldn’t help but chuckle, wrapping both arms around his neck and kissing his lips. “We can do something tomorrow. Meet and get out of Freeridge for a couple hours.”

“I’ll pick you up here,” he said.

“You know that can’t happen,” you told him, “too many eyes.”

Oscar sighed harshly glancing to the side, “I’m tired of hiding, Y/N.”

His words pierced into you like sharp knives. “I-,” you sighed, looking into his eyes, “we’ve already talked about this, Oscar. My family and your family can’t know we are together and neither is the neighborhood.”

“Are you ashamed of me?” He spat, his eyes starting to get clouded with anger. 

“What?” you looked him in the eye, not believing he’s asking you that. 

He backed away and stood tall in front of you with both arms crossed onto his chest. “Dime, are you ashamed of me and who I am?”

You took a step forward trying to reach his arm but he backed away. “Oscar I am not ashamed of you. How can you even say that?”

“How can’t I? It’s been months, Y/N and we are still with this hiding shit. I’m tired of it. I want to be with you inside these walls and outside of them. I want you to be with my family, hell - I even want to be with your family but you won’t let me. You don’t let me in.”

“I don’t let you in?” you cocked an eyebrow. 

Oscar shook his head, taking a couple steps in forward. “No estoy aquí,” he gently touched your head. “And I don’t know if I’m actually here,” he then touched your heart, “at least not like it was before.”

Oscar’s words left you speechless as he got dressed and walked away. Oscar was hurt, you could see it in the way his eyebrows were furrowed and his body was so tense. You could hear it in his voice. 

/ / / 

Millions of mixed up feelings also traveled around your mind as well as Oscar words. You cared about him so much and daily he was the only person you could think about but it wasn’t that simple. His life, his gang, everything could change in one snap and you didn’t know if you could deal with all of that. You felt safe with him but you weren’t sure about everything else that came with his life.

“Sis?” Jasmine pulled you away from your thoughts. You were in the school gym watching all the teenagers dancing and having a great time. 

“Yeah?” you took a sip of the punch, wishing it was spiked. 

Jasmine squinted, noticing there was something wrong with you. “Everything okay?”

“Si,” you took another mouthful, still scanning through the crowd carelessly, “just trying to make sure no one sticks it in tonight.” 

“Bullshit,” she spat standing in front of you, “there’s something wrong.”

You glared at her and said with sass, “Jasmine - I am okay, go back to your friends.”

“Is it about Oscar? Are you guys fighting?”

When she mentioned him you stood straight and took a deep breath in. Her eyes were showing you how much she cared and that she wanted to help. “Why should I be fighting with Oscar? Haven’t seen the man in weeks.” 

“Now that’s some bullshit,” Jasmine said with cockiness, “I know you guys are boning.”

You cocked an eyebrow trying to fake she was in the wrong. “I’m not with Oscar.”

Jasmine raised her phone showing a picture of you two kissing on your bed. “Like I said, bullshit.” Quickly you tried to grab the phone but she was fast and pulled it backwards. “Let’s try this again, what’s wrong?”

Sighing, you shook your head, “We got into a fight this morning.”

“About?”

“He says I’m not letting him in…” you looked around.

Jasmine shrugged, “I mean - he ain’t wrong.”

You glared at her, “Jasmine you don’t know shit about my situation with Oscar.”

“It's true, I don’t know shit because you won’t tell me shit but what I know is that you two dated in high school. Then you left and broke his poor cholo heart.” 

You sucked your teeth glancing away for a second before regaining your focus on Jas. 

“You got him sneaking in like a freaking teenager! Always leaving his car at his house and sneaking through the back. It’s been months,” Jasmine told you.

“And here I thought I was fooling you.” 

Jasmine smiled proudly, “No. You know who you need to stop trying to fool?”

“Who?” you looked at her eyes.

She caressed your chin, “Yourself. Tell him how you really feel and fuck everyone else.”

“What about his affiliations?” you asked. 

“I don’t know much about relationships or Spooky but I know this, he would never put you in danger. He scares the hell out of everyone but that guy? He is a ride or die and he loves you, mana.”

“You’ve been peeping through my window a lot haven’t you?” 

She shrugged smiling like the mischief she is, “Got a couple videos if you want them.”

“Walk away,” you pointed to the crowd and she quickly ran to her friends.

As much as you wanted to be in the right about the whole situation your teenage sister was right. Oscar would never put you in danger and he would always protect you. Grabbing your cell phone out of your purse, you found his name in your contact list. 

Taking a deep breath you wrote “Perdón por todo lo que dije hoy. Can we please talk?” You contemplated the words on the screen for a moment and felt how your heartbeat rose. Oscar was a man with a strong character and high pride, you honestly did not know if he’d reply or just ignore the text. You wished to God for him to reply, you wanted to see him and tell him how you really felt.

PART FOUR 

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[icarus-suraki]

If you're still doing them 72, 121, 136 :D

Suuuuure, and I'm feeling down, so...

72. What colour are your towels? Blue. Technically. I have a couple of light blue towels that I got...longer ago than I realized until just now lol...and they're technically "my towels" but I supplemented my supply with a couple of very old and slightly tattered towels that I snagged from the linen closet at my parents' house that actually, like, absorb water? Where the blue ones won't (yet, at least). I supplemented those with a couple of cheap white towels because I had some sweaters that were supposed to be dried flat. I don't have the sweaters anymore but I do have the towels and I throw them in the dryer sometimes to help a load along. And then I got a couple of dark brown ones for cheap because I was messing around with henna hair dye and I didn't want to stain my other towels. Oh, and I think I got a dark blue towel for Christmas one year, but see above re: light blue towels that don't absorb any water and are just rude like that. Hopefully these inferior ones will improve with washing. Also my bathmat is yellow. Because that's what someone gave me, I think. I'm not very aesthetic, I guess. I'm just functional.

121. Are you mean? If you asked my "Mean Girl" classmates in high school they would definitely say yes. My college classmates would probably say yes. Given how I would argue with my parents and the things I’d say to them, they’d say yes. And if you ask me, I'd say yes too.

I mean, I'm snappish and angry and depressed and impatient and "bellicose." I'm bitchy and a bitch and sometimes a super bitch and sometimes a Super King Kong Mega Mega Biatch. People irritate me. I'm a snob. I'm grumpy and crabby. I used to be fucking anxious all the time, which didn't help, though now I'm not really anxious at all so I have a hard time giving a fuck about anything. I'm way too quick with cutting remarks and takedowns and shit. I'm always thinking I'm the smartest person in the room or at least being a giant snob.

Yeah, I mean, looking back on me in middle school, even the latter part of elementary school, even earlier than that--like, I was 2 and a half and tormenting my baby brother or fighting over dress-up stuff in 4 year-old preschool. Girls in my classes in high school were always like "Why can't you just be nice?" And I was like, tch, what does "nice" mean, anyway? And they'd say "It means not mean!" And I hated them because I thought they were shallow but also because they got way more positive attention that I ever did. They had people who liked them and boyfriends and nice things. I didn't have any of that and I knew I never would, so I wasn't left with much. I always wanted to be the smartest person in the room but I never was. I was just a snob, so I ended up covering it up by being a fucking asshole. I think I would have counted as a bully on a few occasions. I wanted people to like me, but that shit wasn't going to happen. I ended up with a couple of friends, not that that was always pleasant. I started shit with them a lot, probably out of envy.

College, I was always trying to bring on the sharp comments and starting arguments for the sake of starting arguments (I still think I'm right on a lot of what I said). I was made the editor of the school literary magazine by default, which was a fiasco, and I was bitchy about all the submitted works. I had basically no friends because I hated the people I thought I was supposed to spend time around despite our being complete opposites from art to politics to religion.

"Ha ha, I got so wasted in college all the time! What was college like for you?" Well, I was a sarcastic little shit in my literature classes and full of myself because I got to skip Freshman 111 English, but I mostly remember being woken up at 2 in the morning because my roommate needed her bible and concordances because one of our hallmates believed in predestination and my roommate disagreed.

And then I can look at how unbelievably shitty I was to so. fucking. many. people. from about c. 2007 to c. 2014, at least (probably more like 2016 or 2017) when I was involved in first Livejournal-based multifandom RP and later Dreamwidth-based multifandom RP. Like I was, in popular parlance, "a fucking psycho." I would fight with anyone about anything. How the fuck anyone put up with me I do not know. Ev.er.y.thing pissed me off and yet I couldn't walk away. It's literally been the closest I've ever come to an addiction because the very thought of leaving upset me, and let's not even get started about my constant fear of my games closing or just dying. I needed my RP fix. I needed it! But needing it like that made me an absolute shitheel. People who knew me both in person and online at that time can probably vouch for how shitty I was at the time. There's a huge number of people I would like to apologize to--not so they can forgive me or anything, but just so they can hear that I'm sorry. Won't get that chance, I don't think.

And that overlapped with retail hell and graduate school. Retail hell will make anyone mean. Graduate school was first boring and then frustrating because I was definitely not among the smart set there. I mean, I got my MLS, though I'm not using it anymore lmao.

Hell, even applying for jobs after graduating, I was given feedback that I have a reputation for being "grumpy and huffy" with patrons in the library. So fuck me, I guess. I got a library job where, if the library system sat down, that library would be immediately plunged into total darkness. The "red-headed stepchild" if you will. And that was like retail hell with less cash. Was I mean? Sure, I guess, because I got called to the manager's office more than a couple of times--once because I got tired of a creepy dude talking to me, so I brushed him off to go on my lunchbreak, and he told the managers and I got in major trouble for being "dismissive" of this guy. So then I wound up standing there from 5:15 (when my shift ended) until 7:30 while this guy talked at me and told me shit like "never cut your hair because it's such a beautiful color" or tried to figure out what color my eyes are and creepy stuff like that. And all because I just didn't want to get fucking fired. Nice, huh?

I'm meaner externally now than I used to be. I'm putting that down to a lack of anxiety again. I used to be totally unable to contain my frustration and irritability with other people. Then I got to be afraid of what someone would say or do to me if I was irritable at them. And now I'm just like "fuck it, we're all going to die, climate change is real, why do I have to play by these rules?" I mean, in a hundred years, everyone I know will be dead. Whomst cares?

So am I mean? Fuck YES I'm mean. And I have been for most of my life.

136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed? O P E N and they must also be pushed ALL. THE. WAY. OPEN. Because of Boo Radley. "What?" I hear you cry. Here, I’ll let Scout explain.

Ever since seeing that scene in about 8th grade, I have had to push my door all the way open so far that the door is touching the wall just so no one is hiding behind it. Boo Radley is a sweetheart, so I don't want to vilify him and I actually feel bad about my whole response now, but I'm just not keen on having anyone standing behind a half-open door.

"And this is what you remember from To Kill a Mockingbird?" No, I remember plenty of it and I'll quote the opening passages with my mom in about late June when it's really hot and if you're from around here then you just about know all the characters personally, but I was briefly terrified by poor Boo hiding there--which says a lot about how people saw him, or didn't see him. It's actually a brilliant reveal, even if it did kind of unnerve me at age 13. (And now I watch horror movies like they're nothing lmao.)

Doors shut just feels kind of stifling to me. That's an easy answer.

You can ask the bitch who owns this blog stuff if you want.

[raccdog]

UNHEALTHY COPING MECHANISMS (PART 3)

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Fuck Hawkmoth. That was the only thing Chat Noir was able to chant inside his head. It was late in the evening and the sun had already come down, the Parisian lights having lit up hours ago.

Of course there had to be an akuma today, at this hour, just as he’d been in the middle of a date with Kagami. Well, not exactly a date date. Sure he found Kagami attractive -not because of her similarities with Ladybug, he didn’t have a type,- and wanted to spend more time with her. But he couldn’t bring himself to do datey stuff like kissing or embracing each other. He wasn’t ready. He was sure he’d get into it as time went on. That’s how it was for everyone right? They started dating and then developed feelings. At least that’s what he hoped for.

The date was probably ruined by now anyways, having had to ditch Kagami in the cinema’s cafe after the alarm had went off.

A flash of red in the corner of his eyes caught his attention, making his heart do somersault inside his chest. He hated how much power she hold over him. He hated how his emotions did pirouettes because of her. He hated his own traitorous heart the most, for he was trying, really trying hard to move on, but it seemed fruitless every time, a piece of him seemed like it would always belong to her.

He landed on a rooftop, facing the Louvre Museum’s plaza, where the akumatized villain seemed to be causing chaos. Ladybug landed next to him five seconds later.

“Hey Bug-” He bit his tongue. “Hey Ladybug,” he corrected himself. He had to constantly remind himself that pet names weren’t appropriate anymore.

“Hey Chat,” she answered softly. He turned to look at her in concern. Ladybug didn’t use that tone of voice normally. Her mask covered most of her face, but he could still make out the exhaustion in her eyes and pale cheeks.

“You ok Ladybug?” He questioned worriedly. “I’m fine Chat I’ve just been…busy.” She said dismissively. He couldn’t help but frown. He knew his lad- Ladybug like the palm of his hand. She was hiding something and not confiding in him, once again. Ladybug keeping secrets, what a surprise. So shocking. The thought came to him involuntarily, so quickly and full of bitterness he couldn’t stop himself. He needed a break. This week’s events had affected his humor too much. He shook his head, trying to dispel some of the sour mood he found himself in. He knew it was petty of him to think that way. Ladybug wasn’t at fault here, even if he’d like she’d rely more on him.

Another crash and more screams made both heroes focus in the akumatized victim again.

“Ready to kick some akuma butt Ladybug?” He smiled, hoping that his voice sounded more cheery than he felt. A loud boom as he went to stand up made him loose his balance, almost toppling over the side of the roof. He looked at Ladybug once again. She was pulling a weird face.

“I think we’ll need help for this fight.” She admitted.

“But who, Master Fu is MIA and he’s supposed to have the miraculous!”

“Not all of them,” Ladybug started running in the opposite direction. “Distract the akuma Chat, I’ll get help!”

“If it isn’t Dragon-girl!” Chat Noir called when he saw Ryuko landing behind Ladybug. He dodged a shot from the akuma and back-flipped until he was next to the other two superheroines “So what do we do now?” He asked, twirling his baton to repel another shot directed towards them.

“You two try to get closer and keep the akuma distracted,” Ladybug announced. “I’ll call my Lucky Charm from afar and then just follow my lead,” she commanded, zipping away with her yo-yo. Chat turned to see Ryuko, her eyes in complete focus. He had to contain a chuckle. Kagami was always so serious. He did felt bad for ditching her before, he’ll have to apologize. “Looks like it’s just us now Firecracker,” he joked, jumping to the side to evade an attack. Kagami whirled to look at him, surprise and shock written on her face. Shit, he had called her with a nickname. “Don’t call me that ever again,” she growled, narrowly dodging another beam. He couldn’t do it anymore. She was just so much fun to tease. “Sure thing Firecracker,” he smirked, looking at her directly.

“Chat look out!” Then suddenly everything was bright.

“What were you thinking you dumb cat!” Ladybug cried, dropping beside him, akuma purified and the Miraculous Cure performed. “What could possibly be so distracting that you don’t dodge a direct attack to the face?” She screeched, pulling lightly at her pigtails in rage.

He opened his mouth to defend himself but Ryuko spoke before he had the chance to say anything. “Apparently calling me Firecracker,” she growled, brows contorted in rage. Ladybug whipped her head around to look at the dragon hero. “He called you what now?” She asked incredulously. She then turned to glare at him, her eyes seething and grounding him against the concrete tiles on the floor.

“How can you be so irresponsible?” She reproached. “You could have been badly hurt! And for what? Just so you could flirt with someone?” She continued to berate him while pacing. “Also I’m pretty sure Ryuko doesn’t appreciate you calling her pet names just like I told you to stop before!” Chat Noir felt his own eye twitch at her, rage building quickly inside of him.

The heroes the noticed the growing crowd surrounding them. It wouldn’t be long before the press got here.

“Notre Dame in 5 minutes,” she growled to him before facing the other heroine. “Come on Ryuko, follow me,” she directed, whipping out her yo-yo as they both jumped away.

Chat Noir landed briskly on the church’s tower, his previous anger still flaring. When he saw the figure of Ladybug touch down he marched towards her. The look on her face told him he probably should be careful, that he was treading dangerous waters, but at that point he couldn’t care less. The pent up frustrations from the week too much for a hot-headed teenager. He stopped in front of her, so close he could feel her ragged breath on his face as he towered over her. He could tell she was angry too, but he honestly couldn’t bring himself to care. He was angry too.

“What were you thinking,” she started, not moving even as he stood so close. She wasn’t one to back away after all.

“What’s the matter Ladybug,” he sniped. “Jealous?” He saw with satisfaction as her nostrils opened and her eyes narrowed. “You know that’s not what I-”

“I can call her or any girl whatever I want!” He interrupted. “No you can’t if it’s gonna affect your concentration!” She exclaimed. She shoved a red-clad finger in his chest. “Besides, Ryuko already has someone she’s romantically involved with, you shouldn’t even-”

“Does she now,” He cut once again, knowing it drove her up the walls whenever he did so. “Why should I believe you? To me it seems like you are jealous and making things up,” He accused with snide. He was lying through his teeth, he knew. After all, the person Ryuko was involved with was himself. But he couldn’t help it. The satisfaction he found in causing her to react was too great. He knew he’ll probably feel guilty in a few hours after the rage haze had dissipated and he’ll cry himself to sleep but at this point in time he couldn’t think straight.

“I am not! Goddammit Chat I’ve told you time and time again to stop calling me nicknames-”

“Oh I’m stopping alright!” He sneered “I’m not calling you anything other than Ladybug ever again!” He chuckled humorlessly as he hissed right in her face. “You aren’t special anymore, Ladybug.”

He realized he may have acted too cruelly when he saw her flinch, stepping away from him as if he’d electrocuted her. The rapid movement made him catch a whiff of a strange smell coming from her, but he didn’t ponder on it too much as he looked directly at her. Her expression was unreadable and Chat Noir couldn’t decide if that was better or worse. He wanted to apologize but the stubborn pride inside him rebelled at the idea. The sensible part in him knew he had gone too far and wanted to rush to her side, retract what he’d said and hug her.

He didn’t have time to choose on what to do, because she turned around and neared the edge, ready to go, yo-yo in her hand.

“Get some rest, minou,” was the only thing she said, softly, before she zoomed away, leaving him alone on the tower’s roof, her voice weighing as heavily as his heart felt.

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