AN: Here is some insight into Marinette's diary...I don't like my writing at all but this is just for fun, so I hope you enjoy.

Saturday, April 10

7:28 A.M.

STATUS: FREAKING OUT

RED ALERT! Oh my gosh, RED ALERT! I'm going to faint. Or barf. Or both. And then I'm probably going to choke after doing that simultaneously and promptly DIE.

AND THEN PARIS WILL NEED A NEW LADYBUG AND CHAT NOIR IS NEVER GOING TO FIND OUT WHAT HAPPENED TO ME. Serves him right! This is all his fault. I mean, who in their RIGHT MIND would decide to just...just HUG someone like that?

Of COURSE I spilled everything. Ohmygosh I'm going to die. Even worse than death, what if Adrien finds out?

OhmygoshohmygoshohmyGOSH.

Okay, Marinette, deep breaths...deeeeep breaths. It's all going to be just fiiine.

Oh, who am I kidding, I'm Marinette! This is going to backfire on me somehow. Yay for me and my amazing good luck.

Nope, okay, Tikki wants me to think happy thoughts. So, no, nothing will happen because I decided to confess my love and adoration for Adrien Agreste to Chat Noir. Nope! Everything is going to be as peachy as the peach cobbler Papa made. All good.

I JUST ADMITTED I AM IN LOVE WITH ADRIEN AGRESTE TO MY PARTNER WHO CLAIMS TO BE IN LOVE WITH ME. I AM NOT OKAY. THIS IS NOT OKAY.

GAHHHHHHHHHH.

11:30 A.M.

STATUS: still freaking out to a slightly lesser degree & now a sprinkle of: extremely confused

I need to write out what happened to be able to fully assess this damage. Here we go.

Yesterday, I just finished embarrassing myself in front of Adrien while leaving school. So, the emotions of my total and utter failure at talking to Adrien just got pushed aside until I could deal with them. I had a mental breakdown planned for after patrol that night, but of course Chat Noir had to go ahead and absolutely destroy those plans. We were on the rooftop where we began patrol for a few minutes in silence. Then, he broke it.

"Ladybug," he said, "is everything okay?"

Curse him. Curse him and his stupid sincerity and those eyes and—

Anyways.

Normally, I am in check of my feelings. I always know what to do, stay level-headed, and always use logic. But he just had to ask if I was okay.

I nodded as tears sprang to my eyes, and his brows furrowed as he got up from where he was and pulled me into a tight hug.

He smelled heavenly, and for a moment I forgot that I was Ladybug, that I had a reputation and persona to uphold.

Now, I'll admit it. This is definitely not one of my finer moments. But Chat Noir just has a way of breaking down those walls. Fitting I suppose, for someone whose power revolves around destruction.

I burst out, "I just wish Adrien Agreste would notice me."

He coughed, tears beginning to fall from his eyes, and his face turning red. He could've rivaled my suit at the time.

"What?" He choked out.

If you told me my face had suddenly burst into flames at that moment, I would've believed you.

"I- I mean- nonono not like that. He just um...he uh…"

At this point, Chat Noir seemed to have recovered from his coughing fit. His lips pulled into his signature smirk.

"So, Adrien Agreste, huh? What is it about him? His devilish looks? That absolutely dashing smile? Or-"

"Chat," I growled, "Shut. Up."

"But of course M'Lady. But I should probably tell you that I know Adrien Agreste purrsonally and am more than willing to be your wingman. I'll be your matchmaker, Bugaboo!" He said, booping my nose.

Match...maker?

That...is an interesting title for Chat Noir to give himself. It made me a little suspicious to say the least.

"Pfft! You? Matchmake me? With Adrien? I can barely string together two words around him. And he doesn't like me that way."

"He does! How could he not? What's not to love about you Ladybug?"

"Do you really want me to get started on that list? I'll get started. First—"

"Wait, wait, wait, no!" He said, shaking his head vehemently.

"Wait, Chat, have you been akumatized?"

His eyes opened very comically. "Hey! I resent that."

I giggled, "Why would you want to be my matchmaker?"

He hopped my nose. "That's for me to know, and you to find out, Bugaboo."

At this, he stood up, extended his staff, smirked at me, and left. So now, I have a new matchmaker.

This is...worse than I thought.

Dear God, please help me.