Fic Recs #2
I've already made one of these which you can find here, or check out my #fic rec tag.
All of these are pre-S2.
Read until the end!
Endless Night (T)
by AppleSeeds
Spending Halloween in an old cottage with his housemates, university student Crowley finds himself trapped in a time loop that repeats every four hours, with only the spirit of Anathema's dead witchy ancestor to help guide him. Agnes believes the time loop has been triggered by Crowley's own thoughts, and that the only way to break it is to ensure that Aziraphale, who Crowley is completely infatuated with, actually enjoys himself. Despite how flustered he gets every time he even looks at Aziraphale, Crowley does everything he can to try to make that happen. But no matter what he tries, things keep going wrong.
Words: 31843 (Complete)
I'm not usually a fan of time loops, but this one is so sweet! Crowley gets to grow and be his best self here, and it's wonderful to see. The fluff is so cute!! And the ending is so happy. Aziraphale and Crowley are both so sweet, it just makes me smile so much :)
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Fledging (M)
by FeralTuxedo (on Tumblr @feraltuxedo)
Cool Dad was at the school gate again. Clambering out of his ridiculous sports car like a great big spider, all black denim and designer sunglasses. What a prat. He made his way towards the entrance, followed by his equally lanky son. All the mums' eyes were on him. Which was fine. At least they weren't staring at Aziraphale for a change. Cool Dad high-fived his son goodbye, because of course he did, then sauntered back to his car. Making it look so bloody easy.
Aziraphale Fell is much too young to be looking after eleven-year old Pepper. He barely has his life together as it is, with his minimum-wage job and a half-baked dream of trading rare books for a living. And as if adopting a recently bereaved pre-teen isn’t enough, there are some rather more adult problems to navigate: playground politics, the shadows of his own childhood, and the growing question of how Crowley, the only other dad at the school gate, feels about him.
A human AU/kid fic.
Words: 53381 (Complete)
This fic is so cool. It goes to some really deep places while also exploring multi-level and complex relationships. There's an honest discussion about boundaries and grief and trying, and it's all mixed up with fantastic moments slotted in perfectly. This fic feels like a representation of reality in a way, because it's not afraid to talk about subjects that affect us all.
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[SERIES] In Which a Bentley and/or a Bookshop are Sentient (G)
by AnonymousDandelion and DandelionDrabbles (AnonymousDandelion) (@anonymousdandelion )
Series title says it all. Each work can be read alone, and is connected to the others only through their shared sentient headcanons.
Works: 5 (Ongoing)
Total words: 5543
These are such cute drabbles! They're so nice and funny to read. I truly believe that they can cheer anyone up if they're having a bad day, they're super snarky and funny and fluffy. (Also, it's no secret that I love the Bentley an unreasonable amount, so her having a voice delights me.)
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muddle through somehow (T)
by curtaincall (@fremulon)
Aziraphale Fell runs a successful food blog, Celestial Comestibles, where he shares mouthwatering recipes and heartwarming stories about his happy domestic life in a cottage with his husband and son. As promotion for his upcoming cookbook, his publishers run a contest: one lucky winner will get to spend Christmas with Aziraphale and his family.
What the publishers don't know is that the real Aziraphale Fell is a single city-dweller. And if he wants to keep up his happily married persona, he'll have to acquire a cottage, husband, and son before Christmas.
As it happens, his friend and neighbor Anthony Crowley has his nephew staying with him for the holidays. One fake marriage proposal later, and everything seems tickety-boo--as long as Aziraphale can keep from developing inconveniently real feelings for his pretend husband...
Words: 27030 (Complete)
You guessed it, it's another fake relationship AU. But they grow in such a beautiful way I'm not sure it can even count as such. There's definitely development and some less pleasant interactions still present, but they all contribute to making this fic memorable.
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it's a new craze (T)
by attheborder (@areyougonnabe)
CROWLEY: I try not to make a habit of gratitude, but I must give our appreciation to everyone out there who’s been listening and subscribing to The Ineffable Plan.
AZIRAPHALE: Ooh, yes, we’ve become quite popular, haven’t we?
CROWLEY: Yeah, just hit number eight on the advice charts … No advertising at all.
AZIRAPHALE: Mm. How … miraculous.
CROWLEY: �� Aziraphale. You did not.
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Crowley and Aziraphale are very possibly the people least qualified, on the entire planet, to start up an advice podcast.
But what else is there to do when the world isn’t ending anytime soon, you’re technically on indefinite sabbatical from your lifelong careers, and you need a plausible excuse to spend more time with your best friend who you’re definitely not, absolutely not, maybe just a little, actually maybe overwhelmingly in love with?
Words: 5541 (Complete)
This is so sweet and funny. I love fics in an "unconventional" format (read: social media AUs) and this is no exception.* One of the few non-human AUs I really like, this is a gift to fandom. It's hilarious and stuffed with references that are a joy to see.
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And finally, to complete this list...
Snow Angel (T)
by Vagabond (@waffleironbiddingwar)
Human!AU. Aziraphale needs a date to his brother's Christmas party to avoid getting set up with someone. Anathema suggests Crowley, the office bad boy. They go, get snowed in, and have a heart-to-heart that ends in a Happy Christmas.
From a prompt: Human!AU: Aziraphale needs a date for family Christmas. He invites the office rebel/bad boy, Crowley.
Words: 14372 (Complete)
This is one of my favourite fics. It's so cute and sweet and awkward, and just overall a pleasure to read and to reread. I love fake dating and this does a wonderful job of it. It's one of the stories always capable of making me smile. Read it! :)
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*if you like A:TLA and more specifically Zutara, I can't recommend blue ticks, red hearts enough
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AU - Business Trip Pt 6
You meet the new sales exec at a company offsite…
Boba x fem!reader, smut, weed smoking
***
Your friend text you during one of your 15 minute breaks in your workday. It was Wed, right before virtual All Hands - West Coast. You clicked into her text message.
-girl i know you’re gonna c it so imma lyk… go to miss bp’s insta
Stomach dropping, you did so as fast as you could. You frowned. There was a new photo of her and Boba. You read the caption, “work date ♥️”
Ugh, you thought. You text back.
-ok well they aren’t touching. So i guess she’s helping w new client?
But you didn’t feel as even keeled as your text sounded. You went back to study the photo, scolding yourself for doing so. They appeared to be in a house. You wondered whose, mood souring further. You zoomed in, feeling insane but doing it anyway. Yes, you thought you’d seen it. A bottle of wine was just visible on the left side of the photo, on a table. So, booze was involved. Work date. Work… date. Date. You signed in to All Hands, but didn’t pay attention.
***
After work, you settled into your sofa and pulled up the damn Instagram post again. It was still there, mocking you as you scrutinized it for more details. Miss BP was wearing casual clothing, very casual, you thought. She was wearing a sports bra and zip up workout top, with the zipper decidedly not zipped. Annoyed, you text your friend.
-what should i do?
-abt the pic? nothing, just wait until 2morrow.. you c him tomorrow night right?
This was true. You frowned and text back.
-yeah. But should i text him tonight?
-NO
-let him txt u tomorrow
-then NEVER bring it up… itd be super weird if u did
-fml
-ur gonna be ok. Remind him why he’s seeing U
-but what if he’s not just seeming me?
-trust me she aint got shit on you
You smiled at her compliment, but decided to go rogue against her advice. You took a shower to feel at your best, then grabbed some lingerie Boba hadn’t seen yet. An ex had gotten it for you. Was that weird? No, you decided. You slipped into it and spent 45 minutes posing in front of your full length bedroom mirror.
Finally you had it. The Perfect Shot. You edited it to enhance the Vibes it was giving. Sending it, you sat back and waited.
And waited. You started to feel a little silly. Pulling on some comfy pjs, you made a hot beverage and got into bed. You put on a movie and fell asleep to it.
***
You woke up to a block of texts from Boba. Hurriedly, you read, then reread them.
-that’s a nice little number u got on 👀
-but i think id like to take it off. If u know what i mean
-im so drunk. Accidentaly drank too much. Laying down on a couch
-cant wait 2 c u tomorrow
You smiled, but wondered where he was laying on a couch and who he’d been drinking with. You tried to put it out of your mind, but it stuck with you all through your workday. At lunch, you gave in and text him back.
-glad u liked it. Who’s boozing u up?
Was that too direct? Oh well. It was too late now. You ate your lunch and got back to work. With an hour of work left, you checked your phone. He had text back.
-work mtg w a few coworkers. One of them brought So Much wine🍷♾ After work we all tried 2 relax and relaxed too much. I slept on a couch lol haven’t done that in a long time 🤷
You thought of the wine bottle in Miss BP’s Instagram post. Dammit. You tried to respond back cheerfully.
-lol. Hope you slept alright. Don’t let anyone take advantage of you
-never. C u soon… i drive a green bentley. U sure u dont want me to come up + get you? 😎
You smiled. How gentlemanly.
-nah i just got 1 bag… i’ll meet u @ front of my complex
-ok. Can’t wait to c u 🤤
You grinned. You decided to stop work a little early to change your outfit. You had already dressed for the evening, but decided to dress Very Casually like Miss BP had at the “work meeting.”
You closed your laptop and went to your closet. You stood in front of it for a moment before going to your dresser. Here, you pulled out a bandeau top and a loose fitting tank top to go over it. It revealed just enough to be Exciting. Then you added a nice pair of fitted jeans and some casual sandals. Okay, you thought. This works.
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-im here. I found parking right in front lol take ur time i have a work email im finishing up
Always working, you thought. But then again, that’s why he drove a Bentley. You were ready, so you wasted no time and went down. You saw his Very Nice, shiny car and sidled up to it, feeling a bit silly. He got out of his car and jogged around it to greet you.
“Hi, baby,” he kissed your cheek as he embraced you. You hugged him back and enjoyed the light smooch. He pulled back, “C’mon, get in; I’m almost done with this dumb email and then we can take off.” Boba opened the passenger side door for you. You got in, smelling the Expensiveness of the car immediately. You looked around as he got back in and picked up his phone.
The interior was immaculate. You looked back to Boba. He was engrossed in his email, furiously typing out a response.
You looked around the car again. That’s when you noticed it. In the backseat, there was a black bag with white lettering. CHANEL. It confronted you. Surprised, you turned around, pretending to not have seen it.
“You saw it, go ahead and look. I’m almost done, I promise. I wanted to get you something nice for this weekend; hope you like it.”
You gulped and grabbed the bag. Pulling the tissue paper out of the way, your eyes got wide as you pulled out the item. It was a classic Chanel bag. Your mouth dropped open.
“Do you like it?” He was still typing.
“Do I like it,” you laughed in disbelief, “of course, it’s gorgeous and… and… you shouldn’t have.”
”I absolutely should have. I also got you something else, but it’s smaller.” He continued to type.
You searched the shopping bag and found a smaller bag at the bottom. This one was white with delicate lettering on it. Van Cleef & Arpels. Holy SHIT, you thought. You tore through the packaging to the box inside. Carefully opening it, you were confronted with a traditional style bracelet. It had green stones inlaid in it. Of course, you thought, smiling. He had a thing for green.
“Wow, I love it… the green stones are so unique,” you slipped it onto your wrist and fastened it. Holding your arm out, you admired it.
“Okay, done!” He put his phone in the center console. “Looks good on you. Okay, let’s get going…” He put the car in drive and you were off.
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-omg bitch i’m in a bentley.and he got me GIFTS. Like, expensive
You typed hurriedly while you were stopped at a gas station. Boba was inside searching for the type of drink you liked while he grabbed some chips for himself.
-tell me E V E R Y T H I N G
-ok ok so. He got me a chanel bag and van cleef & arpels bracelet. And he drives a bentley
-omfg sned me a pic asap!!!
You snapped a few quick photos of your newly gotten goods and sent them off. You received a flurry of texts in response.
-bitch what!!
-look at all that loot
-daddy likes u
-♥️ the bag obvi
You were laughing as Boba got back in the car. “What’s so funny?”
“Oh,” you tried to compose yourself a bit, “My friend -the one you met at the offsite, Vodka Girl- she likes the bag you got me.”
“Ohh, already gossiping. How am I rating so far?”
”Very good,” you said smugly, leaning over to kiss him. He grabbed your hand and held it as you smooched.
“Good,” he pulled away and you settled back into the passenger seat. Time to drive again. You put your phone aside so you could continue the conversation you and Boba were having.
***
You were gently shaken awake. “Huh, omigosh did I fall asleep?” You slurred. You heard Boba laugh as you came to your senses, “Yeah, just for like the last half hour. You were so peaceful I couldn’t wake you. But, we’re here now.”
You sat up and looked out of the car windshield, curious. You were parked in front of a very charming bed & breakfast. The cute little sign read, “Bodega Bay B&B.” It was carefully hand painted. You smiled, taken by the place immediately.
“Is this quaint or what?” Boba asked, his hand finding your thigh. Turning to him, you smiled, “So cute. I can’t wait to see how it looks on the inside.”
”Well, let’s check in and find out.” He grabbed your small overnight bag from the back seat.
***
“Baby, it’s lovely,” you commented as you twirled around in the middle of your suite. It had its own bathroom and a wonderful view of the ocean, with a little balcony just big enough for two chairs. Boba smiled, “Not as lovely as you.”
You walked over to him and jumped into his arms.
“So, princess… what’re we gonna do now? I have reservations for us for dinner, but that’s 45 minutes from now, and it’s basically across the street.”
“Hmm… whatever will we get up to?” You pulled your tank top off and tossed it aside.
“Hm, nice top…” He kissed your collarbone. Your heart fluttered as he tossed you down on the bed. Crawling in on top of you, he commented, “I have a few ideas what we can do…” He unbuttoned your jeans and pulled the zipper down slowly. “Like… I could fuck you senseless again,” his voice was a rough purr now.
Pulling your jeans off, he rubbed his erection into your panties. “Hmm, can’t wait,” he purred softly. You were becoming desperate for him. Trying to play it down a bit, you coyly pulled your bandeau top off. He watched, eyes hooded with desire.
“Nice show, princess,” Boba growled, pulling his sweatpants down. He quickly pulled your panties to the side. Sliding his fingers into your wet folds, he purred, “You need some attention… well I’m gonna give it to you.” He rubbed into you but didn’t penetrate you. You squirmed, whining softly, wanting more.
“All in due time, princess,” he drawled, taking his time. With his other hand, he pumped himself several times. Slowly, he shifted his weight so he could kiss you. Lining his hips up with yours, he slid his cock up your thigh and in between your legs. He lightly rutted into your wetness while he kissed you hard.
Begging for more, you scratched down his back with both hands. “Keep begging, princess, it suits you.” He fended you off, holding your hands above your head with one hand. The other he used to prop himself up on his elbow, so he could kiss you again. While you two kissed like your lives depended on it, he thrust into you swiftly. Moaning, you bucked your hips involuntarily.
Fucking you slowly, he purred, “Beg some more… tell me how you want it.”
Delirious, you moaned his name instead. He smiled mischievously, “Hmm, yes?” He started to fuck you harder, still holding your arms above your head. You struggled lightly against him for the thrill. He held you in place and fucked you harder, “Where you think you’re going?”
Arching your back, you pleaded, “Hold me down and fuck me until I scream.” Boba growled and flipped you over. Pulling your legs apart, he laid over you and rubbed into you for a moment. His cock kept sliding right around the right spot, driving you crazy. You tried to buck your hips, but he held you in place. Groaning, he used a knee to spread one leg wider. “Now I’m gonna make you scream,” he said darkly. You felt him slide inside slowly. Whining, you reached for his hip with one hand, “Harder.”
Boba grunted and abruptly started fucking you just the way you’d asked. “You like this, princess? You’re so bad,” he pumped into you, “You’re so good at being bad.”
As he fucked you, one of his hands wiggled under your chest to grab you. Squeezing, he moaned, “You feel amazing, spread your legs for me…” You did as he commanded, feeling him fuck you deeper. The rhythmic pace took you over the edge. Squirming under him, you gasped and moaned. “That’s it princess, tell me how good it feels when I make you cum.”
In an unladylike tone, you begged for his cock, harder. “Fuck you’re so bad…” He slammed into you as you came hard, going limp in your extremities as your pussy spasmed on his shaft.
“Fuck, I wish I could cum in you,” He muttered, grabbing you by the throat. He gave a few more savage fucks before pulling out, groaning and shaking. Rolling off, he pulled you against him. You both laid there, feeling a bit dazed. You grabbed his hand and held it. He squeezed your hand twice.
***
“Wake up, princess, if you wanna go to dinner.” Your arm was being gently rubbed. You felt a kiss on your temple. You cracked an eye open.
“How much time we have?” You murmured, wanting five more minutes of glorious sleep.
“Oh, say 10 minutes.”
Your eyes flew open.
“Shit! I gotta shower, and makeup, and my hair, well, that’s a mess —“
He put a finger over your lips.
“Shh. No stressing allowed. It’s super casual. We can also Grubhub something if you don’t wanna get out of bed.”
You considered for a few more seconds, enjoying the feeling of the soft comforter on the bed.
“Let’s go! But I do need to shower - I’ll be real fast!” You sat up slowly.
“We don’t have to go, I’m more interested in just spending time with you doing what you want.”
Smiling softly, you snuggled into him. “I wanna see what you have planned. Lemme hurry.” You pecked a kiss on his lips and leapt up.
Turning on the shower, you called, “Hey, pick out one of the two dresses I brought.”
”Okay, uh, I just… go through your stuff?” He sounded astonished.
”What do you think you’re gonna find in there?” You laughed, jumping under the water. It was hot. Delicious. You quickly sudsed up and rinsed. Stepping out carefully, you grabbed a towel and went into the bedroom. You grinned crookedly. He was holding your underwear in his hands. “Uh, I got distracted. I like these ones, by the way,” he held up the crotchless black undies you’d gotten specifically for this trip.
“Oh those; those are for dinner tonight. Thanks for finding them.” You took them from him and slipped them on. Standing there, you put your hands on your hips. “Well, which dress?”
”You sure.. you uh, need anything else?” He teased as he turned back to your weekend bag. Rifling through it, he found the strappy black dress first. “Oh, definitely this one,” he offered it to you.
You shimmied into it and found the correct pair of shoes. Putting some moisturizer on, you turned to him. “Okay, let’s go.”
”With a minute to spare!” He teased, laughing. He offered his arm. You took it, feeling shy and sexy at the same time.
“One thing, though; how do you think I’m supposed to focus during dinner, knowing you’re wearing those panties?”
***
You couldn’t stop laughing on the short walk back to the B&B. Stoned and very horny, you kept grabbing for his belt while you walked. He good naturedly kept you at bay, but under his breath he was murmuring a string of dirty promises to you.
“Once we get back to our room, I swear I’m gonna — Oh, hi, good evening, yes she’s fine she’s just… tired,“ he interrupted himself to talk to a well meaning couple heading the other way. They nodded and headed off, arm in arm as well.
“Anyway, I’m gonna spoil you with some online shopping and then I’m gonna turn the lights off and make you and the bed shake.”
You murmured in excitement, still going after his pants. He laughed, “Last time we vape at dinner. Next time we sit inside. I shoulda known you’d be so bad, though, what was I thinking.”
“You love it,” you exclaimed, letting him guide you down the driveway to the B&B entrance. “I do,” he said softly, making sure you didn’t walk off the gravel and into the shrubbery.
“Where’d these bushes come from?” You complained.
“Oh, they must’ve just planted them,” he said seriously.
“Stop it! You’re making fun of me,” you giggled as you reached the front of the door. “Okay, shhh, we’re entering a domicile,” you teased. Boba laughed softly, “I’ll do my best.”
He ended up carrying you up the stairs as you couldn’t quite seem to get the hang of them at the moment. Setting you down in front of the door to your suite, he fished for the metal key in his pocket.
“So cool,” you murmured, as he unlocked the door. You breezed inside as he followed.
“Okay, so what was this about shopping?” You asked gleefully.
“Well,” he sat on the little couch and motioned to you to join him, “I wanted to buy you a dress to go with that bag, but I didn’t know what you would like. So let’s pick one out together. Where do you wanna look first?”
***
An hour later you had spent just under $3,000.00 on two dresses and a couple accessories Boba insisted on. As he used Apple Pay to finalize everything, you casually pulled out your phone to text your friend.
-omg girl.. he just dropped $3k on some stuff for me… it was HIS idea btw
She text back after a few seconds.
-omfg!!! 😏 daddy liiiiikes you 💘
-stop calling him that lol
-noooo. Omg. Do you have a bf?
-idk… we havent really talked abt that
You looked over at him shyly. He was sipping a glass of water calmly, waiting for you to finish. You put your phone away.
“So. What was this about turning the lights off…” you asked coyly.
***
-ok. Keep it casual rn… but totally let him spoil u tho
-hey r u still there?
-r u two fing rn?
-lol bet
-kk niiight 😘
You awoke to a string of texts from your bestie. You read them quickly while you were snuggled against a still sleeping Boba. Texting back, you wondered what Boba had in store for today.
-gm babe ☀️so i just had the Night Of My Life last night
-he’s crazy in bed lol
You stopped yourself from oversharing. Putting your phone aside, you rolled over and cuddled into Boba’s sleeping form. He grumbled lightly, but ended up snoring slightly as he settled down again.
Boba’s phone rang. He grumbled, “Who’s there?”
Laughing softly, you whispered, “It’s your phone.”
As it continued ringing loudly, he reached for it, complaining, “Who would call me like this.” He shook his head as he put the phone down, letting it ring. He sighed, “It’s only 7:30 in the morning and people are calling me about work.”
You wondered somewhat irrationally if it was Miss Beauty Pageant as Boba continued, “It’s Melissa… you met her at the offsite.”
Your eyes flew all the way open. Miss BP! Boba continued talking. “She’s super helpful, but I don’t know what’s so important she has to call me this early. Anyway now that we’re both awake, wanna see about breakfast?”
”O-okay,” you were stewing on Miss BP’s phone call.
“Mmm okay, let me get dressed and I’ll go see.” He sat up and stretched, looking good in the morning light. “Okay, I’m going now,” he coached himself into getting out of bed. “Omigosh, this carpet is really nice though,” he commented as he grabbed his pants.
You watched as he closed the door behind himself. Then you rolled over, and, fluffing your pillow, text your friend again.
-miss bp just called him! He didnt answer
She appeared to not be awake yet, as you got no response. You continued texting her anyway.
-what do u think it means?
The door opened and you heard Boba’s warm purr, “Breakfast is gonna be up shortly.” He jumped into bed, “Better get dressed. That sucks for me, but I guess I can always just undress you afterwards.”
You laughed softly as you sat up and stretched slowly. “Pick me out an outfit?” You asked, sleepy.
He got up and went through your bag again. He pulled out a cute little number you’d grabbed as a last minute thought.
“How about this? I like the color.” He offered it to you.
“‘Kay,” you slipped into it and went and laid on the couch. After a minute, there was a knock at the door. Food! You thought. You got up and sat like an adult at the small breakfast table as Boba answered the door.
***
You had ended up sitting outside for dinner again. As you rehashed the day with him, Boba offered you the vape pen again. “I’ll just supervise you this time,” he teased, winking at you.
Flustered by his flirting, you took a hit. Passing it back to him, you answered his question, “Okay, so my favorite part of the day. Gotta be… seeing the schoolhouse from The Birds.”
”Really? Cool. We could watch it tonight when we get back to our room.”
You smiled wickedly. “Sure, ‘watch,’” you intoned. He grinned and shrugged. Just as he was about to say something, his cell rang.
“Oh shit, that’s CEO ring tone… let me see if there’s an emergency.” You nodded and sat back, vaping while he answered his phone.
“Hi. Oh, okay. I will. Okay, bye.” He hung up, saying, “I need to check my work email. I paused notifications for our trip. But we have a potential lead, so I need to respond to some questions really fast.”
You mmhmmed at him and vaped some more while he read the email and started typing. “Hm, I need some research for one question. Hold on, one more thing I just need to call someone to do it for me.”
You laughed, “Must be nice.”
He stuck his tongue out at you as he placed his call. You were busy smiling as he said, “Hi, Melissa.”
Your eyes widened as you tried to casually sip your drink. Why’d he have to call her, of all people? You couldn’t help yourself… you casually eavesdropped as you vaped.
“So, I just forwarded you an email. I need some help with question 3, do you have bandwidth right now? I know it’s the weekend…”
He leaned back in his seat, “Okay, thanks. … Hmmm, no ….. Oh. Cool. Yeah we could meet up. Okay, bye.”
You nervously sipped your drink again.
“What’s wrong?” He sounded concerned. “Sorry I had to work.”
“Oh, it’s fine. I totally get it. That’s why you make the big bucks,” you joked.
He tilted his head, “Then what is it?”
”Oh, nothing,” you lied, hitting the vape pen to stall for time. “I’m just hungry.”
He let it go, but didn’t looked convinced. You handed him the pen, “Here, take this before I vape myself under the table again.”
He laughed, “Kay. But you were so cute.”
Feeling shy, you smiled. Suddenly the waiter was there with your appetizers. You sat back as they were placed in front of you.
Time to Let It Go, you forced yourself to focus on the meal and company at hand. Life was good today.
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