“God I love you,” he gasped as he broke away for air.
Ladybug froze, her eyes widening in awe at his sudden declaration. Adrien was poised above her, his shirt hanging loosely off his shoulders, one arm holding his weight while the other hand ran lovingly through her hair. He looked at her with eyes full of pure adoration, as if she was the sun and moon and stars all wrapped together into one glorious being.
For all their months of stolen kisses and secret meetings, they had never put a name to their relationship. Never once had they put words behind the feelings that drove them together.
super quick ladrien for bane for her new nsfw series of fics, drawn to you :D this one is from chapter 1, which i died over. it’s so sweet ;0; it’s smut but it’s super jdkfsklfjskl just really romantic and i’m still dead about it srsly ;0; bless u baneeeeeee
Love is 700 miles away.
Love is spending $400 on gas alone to pick her up and spend a weekend with her.
Love is skyping every night and waking up and seeing him right there next to you.
Love is not talking for three days because work and family kept you busy.
Love is not seeing each other for two months.
Love is piles of stress on your shoulders, working to be together again.
Love is loving their parents too, no matter how crazy they might be, or how hard they make things.
Love is forcing her to talk to other people and make friends, because he sees how much them being apart is killing her.
Love is making a playlist of all the songs he played in the car, to listen to every night.
Love is sleeping with her blanket she let you keep, and his pillow.
Love is putting the future aside to focus on the now, because without the now, there is no future- as hard as the now might be.
Love is a one word reply to her text, because you’re busy but you made time to answer.
Love is staying up until 4 am because that’s when he gets off work, even if she works at 6 am and should’ve really gotten some sleep.
Love is refusing to talk to her so she does sleep.
Love is giving him his space, because everything that’s stressing him out- is for her.
Love is forgetting to say thank you, but knowing she’s thankful.
Love is love you, you too.
Love is unanswered texts, replaced with answered calls.
Love is crying yourself to sleep.
Love is laughing until you cry.
Love is snuggles and hugs and kisses.
Love is me and you.
Love is never perfect.
Love is the long run.