Miraculous One Shots {Requests Open}

Stress and Pressure

((Angstyyyyyyyy and yes, this is based off one of my roleplay starters. So if the first few lines sound familiar to you, I might have roleplayed with you on Shamchat before.))

This isn't one of my super long ones, but at least it's about 1000 words, right?
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Ladybug was crying on a random rooftop in Paris.

She had bottled up her emotions for years, and finally...

The bottle broke.

She let out all her tears and didn't care if anyone found her in this condition.

No one would find her anyways, as she was hidden deep in the shadows.

At least...

That's what she thought.

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Ladybug had forgotten that Chat was on patrol as well, and even though their identities were revealed about two months ago, she hasn't been able to find the courage to tell him what was wrong with her.

Mentally and emotionally, of course.

Physically, she was fine. It was her mental health that was worrying.

Worrying only if she actually told someone everything that was dealing with.

And she just didn't know how to.

Besides, she couldn't really tell everything to anyone else other than Chat, due to the fact that a couple of her problems had to do with being a superhero; so she'd only be able to tell only some of her problems to someone like Alya.

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And despite she felt like she hid herself pretty well in the shadows, her partner's enhanced hearing and night vision made it easy to figure out her exact location, and to find out that she was in emotional pain.

•Ladybug's POV•

"Ladybug?" Oh no...He knows something is definitely up. Especially after the reveal, he never calls me straight up 'Ladybug', it's always a nickname. Whether it be 'Bugaboo' or 'M'lady' or 'Princess', it always was a nickname.

Unless he was genuinely concerned, apparently...

I quickly wipe my eyes with the back of my hand and stand up, stepping out of the shadows while giving off fake confidence.

"Hey, kitty; ready for patrol?" I ask, trying to cover up my sadness.

He didn't buy it though.

I guess I didn't realize that my cheeks were still tear-stained and my eyes were still red and puffy, as he walked over to me and gently cupped my cheeks, his green cat eyes full of worry.

"No, I'm not ready for patrol. Not unless you explain to me what is going on with you." He stated, his voice gentle but firm.

I force myself to not break down into a sobbing mess, instead I pull out the "I'm just tired," excuse, hoping he would give up trying to get the answer out of me.

But he didn't.

Instead, he quickly slumped to the ground. Sitting cross-legged with his arms crossed, he looked up at me.

"I'm not moving until you tell me the truth, Marinette." Damn...he never addresses me by 'Marinette' either anymore, it's always 'Mari' or some other cutesy nickname if we're in public.

I quietly sigh, slumping down next to him and staring down at the rooftop, not confident enough to meet his gaze.

He lightly placed his hand on my left shoulder, his voice soft as he spoke, "Tell me what's wrong, please."

"Nothing's wrong, Adrien.."

"Damn it, something is wrong Marinette. I know it, and I've seen it. You've been acting weird the past few weeks and it's driving me crazy because I can't figure out what could possibly be wrong."

"Adrien, I—"

"So please," he begged. "Tell me what the hell is going on—"

"—or I'm going to forcefully find out myself."

•Third Person•

Ladybug sighed, knowing that she wasn't going to be able to hide it any longer, if she did, it wasn't going to be fun. Thinking about the problems made her eyes start to water, quickly shutting them to try and keep the tears at bay.

After a few seconds, a couple stray tears rolled down her cheeks, Ladybug not being able to control them.

Chat moved to sit in front of his lady, cupping her cheeks and gently wiping away her stray tears much to Ladybug's despair as she didn't want him to know how badly these problems were impacting her.

"Now Bugaboo," he started, finally using one of his nicknames for her. "I want you to tell me everything that's wrong with you; whether it be mentally, physically, and/or emotionally, I don't care. I just want to know the truth and only the truth."

"But Chat—"

"Nu-uh. No 'if's, 'and's, or 'but's, understood? I don't care how hard it is for me to hear what is bothering you, I just want to help you."

Ladybug sighed, taking a deep breath before starting to ramble on about what's truly bothering her mind, heart, and soul.

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After what seemed like an eternity to Ladybug, she finally finished explaining what was going on to Chat. She went on about the extreme amounts of anxiety and stress she's been having due to school and the pressure of having all of Paris' citizens relying on her to save the city. She explained how she feels that one wrong move could make her be hated by everyone in a snap of one's fingers. This stress and anxiety have made it hard for herself to sleep and find the motivation to keep living.

Chat listened to everything his lady had to tell him and made mental notes in his mind. He wanted to remember everything she was suffering from so he could find ways to help treat them in the very near future.

But what stuck out to him the most was the fear of losing all of the citizens' trust with just one wrong move.

He frowned, knowing this would be almost impossible to get rid of all of this completely, but knew that there were ways to help her problems not worry her so much.

Once she did finish explaining, he quickly pulled her into a hug. He stroked her hair and quietly cooed sweet nothings into her ear.

At least she started smiling faintly.

He was at least doing something right.

"Princess?" Chat asked, frowning slightly.

"Yes, Chaton?" Ladybug quickly replied.

"I'm going to do everything in my power to help make you feel better, I promise."

She smiled softly. "Thank you kitten. I really appreciate it."

He nuzzled his face into her neck. "That's great, thank you for allowing me to help you."

"What can I say? ...Whatever works."