I'll be your forever friend for some Ladynoir action for the prompt: "I want to go on a date! I demand it!" 3
"I mean, it's ridiculous, right?" Ladybug stalked across the roof in frustration, gesturing wildly with her hands as she spoke. "Is it really so unreasonable to want to go on a date? I am eighteen fucking years old, and I've never been on a single date."
Chat Noir smirked at her in amusement from his perch on the ledge of the next building. "Never? Not even one?"
She slowed her steps and glanced at him with a blush that showed even beyond her mask. "Well, sort of, but only if you count the time that—" She cut herself off abruptly, and her eyes widened in dismay.
His head tilted curiously. "Yeah? 'The time that', what?"
"Uh, n-nothing," she replied, waving her hands dismissively. "It was just a fake date, it wasn't important."
He shrugged, smirking again. "If you say so."
"Well, I do say so." She finished pacing to the opposite side of the roof, and swung around to stalk back towards him. "And if anything, it makes this even more ridiculous, that the closest I've ever gotten to going out with someone was a pretend date!"
"You do see the irony here, don't you, Bug?" He asked, his voice tinged with faint amusement.
"What irony? There's no irony. I want to go on a date! In fact, I demand it!"
"No irony, huh?" The amusement was gone now, and he voice had turned strangely neutral.
She stopped in front of him, confused. "What irony, Chat, what are you talking about?"
"I've been asking you out for years, Ladybug." He smirked again, but this time it carried a bitter edge. "You shut me down every time, so many times that I lost count, and yet you see nothing ironic in the fact that you've been standing here, ranting to me, about how you've never been on a date?"
Her eyes were wide behind her mask, and her skin had paled to stand in stark contrast to it. "You mean, you were serious?" She whispered incredulously.
"W-what?" He hopped down from the ledge to stand in front of her. "What in the world made you think I wasn't?"
"You—You're always so over-the-top and dramatic, Chat, I thought you were just flirting! How was I to know you were being sincere?!"
He took a few steps away from her, rubbing the back of his neck in frustration. "Well, at least I know you weren't being cruel."
"Cruel! Chat, no, I'm sorry, I—" She bit her lip uncertainly and followed him to put a tentative hand on his arm. "Did you really want to go out with me?"
He turned back to face her, his expression inscrutable. "Yeah, I did."
She gulped. "D-do you still?"
"I don't want a pity date, Ladybug."
"Neither do I," she rejoined tartly, and then her expression softened again. "But I never thought…" She trailed off, studying his face. "Now that I am thinking about it, though, I'd like to find out. Can I take you on a date, Chat Noir?"
"No," he said simply. Her expression fell, and he tilted her face back up to his with a clawed finger beneath her chin. "But I'd like to take you out, if you'll let me. I did ask first, if you recall."