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(this ain’t for the best)
It’s not going to end well. Even she knows that. This is a bad idea. Ladybug knows that. Ladybug lives by that because she knows—just like she knows that she’s a complete trainwreck—that this is a bad idea.
She’s a bad idea. Parisians should leave before she ruins something else. And while they do that, Ladybug should just run off and throw the earrings back in the box. She could do it if it wasn’t for the fact that she didn’t deserve to. Chat Noir’s the one who should be running away screaming.
But he hasn’t (at least not yet) and that kind of means everything to her.
(my reputation’s never been worse)
Ladybug’s never had the public majority hate her so much. Then again, she’s never been in the eye of the public before. She’s never had everyone watching her every move, waiting for her to fail. They’re all anticipating and pinpointing her insecurities and weaknesses faster than she can hide them.
They want her to be a hero even though she’d never been one. She’d never wanted to be.
Now people hate her. People don’t believe in her. People don’t want her as their hero. The only person who hasn’t given up on her right now is Chat Noir.
Maybe that’s because Chat Noir’s not like anyone else. He still thinks they can prove everyone wrong. He thinks she’s not a fuck up. And oh god, she can already tell where this is going.
(so you must like me for me)
He puts his hands on her shoulders. He doesn’t mind that she’s imperfect and messy. He doesn’t care what people think about her. He actually likes her (as a partner, at least).
It only takes her a split second to fall without realizing. Because she knows. She knows this isn’t going to end well.
There’s a lot of emotions between them. There’s a lot happening. So for now, her heart’ll stay quiet while her head stays oblivious. Because her heart knows. Her head knows. And even she knows. She knows that it’s delicate.
Isn’t it?