Imagine . . . ~
"I promise this is the last outfit," Momo explains while she models a dark red, flared dress. You laugh softly, "that's what you said five outfits ago, love." You notice the guilty look on her face and you wave your hands in front of you, "not that I mind or anything!"
YOU ARE READING
𝑺𝒐𝒇𝒕 𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑯𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒆𝒂
Fanfiction"𝑊𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒, 𝑚𝑦 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑟?" ❤︎ A collection of anime fluff ❤︎
