“What makes you think this is a dream?”
“You mean besides finding Parisian it-boy and supermodel Adrien Agreste in my bed?” Her balance faltered, but she played it off, swaying towards him and fluttering her lashes in a probably-good-enough facsimile of sexiness.
“Your bed?”
For a figment of her subconscious, he sure did ask a lot of questions. She aimed a flirty boop towards his nose and ended up poking him in the cheek. “Silly heartthrob, this is my apartment.”
“Uh… Ladybug? It’s really not.”
by: strawbsnbloobs
words: 4,287
rating: T















