place markers

asfahgg sorry it’s me: silent and MIA for MONTHS, only to come back and spam for one nihgt ;;;

but!! i’m only just remembering HOW MUCH FUN it is to be messy like this
annnd i’ve also been listening to the prototype ost which is, like, rly rly nice for gabe/reaper


Book that made me cry like a baby: All the Bright Places - jenniferniven

“You know what I like about you, Finch? You’re interesting. You’re different. And I can talk to you. Don’t let that go to your head.”
“You know what I like about you, Ultraviolet Remarkey-able? Everything.” 

It’s official canon that there are cats living in Skyhold so please imagine:

one of the cats somehow getting into the war room and just plopping itself down right in the middle of all those carefully placed markers and turning the organized map into absolute chaos because a nice sunbeam was shining on the table.

cats sleeping on the inquisitor’s throne (or alternatively clawing it to pieces)

cats in the infirmary lifting people’s spirits and keeping the injured warm

cats snuggled up beside Storvacker when she’s in Skyhold

someone making little inquisition uniforms for the cats to make them honorary inquisition members. The cats just fall over and refuse to move when they’re forced to wear the uniforms and Skyhold is left with a bunch of immobile, angry cats lying on the ground and twitching their tails. Later it’s decided that the cats will just wear inquisition collars instead

each cat having at least ten names because everyone calls them something different leading to some confusion and in one extreme instance, a duel over what one cat should be called

(Feel free to add more Skyhold cat shenanigans)


March 19 2017

A long time ago I got an ask asking if I could show what’s in my pencil case and I really put it off for the longest and might have forgotten about it too lol. 

Anyways here it is! I use Copic markers in place of things like Mildliners or whatever your preferred highlighter is, but someday I plan on getting a pack of Mildliners because the colors are similar to my Copics but they don’t bleed through pages :|

I also use .38mm Muji pens and a .5 Muji mechanical pencil, and look at how small the stapler and tape are! I got those in a little pack from Daiso Japan. 

Studying for my Chemistry final on Tuesday! :L



LOOK! I drew you this thing! Which… I don’t know why I did it, it took hours and a computer could have done a much better job. But I like it anyway, and I hope you do too! And I will send you a higher quality image if you want to use it for… anything. Which you are under zero obligation to do. 

But you ARE obligated to read the fic I wrote for you!!!!!!!

The Tail of Knee(zle) the Bard by Chicken Bake (me)

Summary: Being the master of a kneazle was absolutely horrible. (Or, Harry loves his kneazle to death even if he won’t admit it, and he’s extremely pissed that she keeps running off to Malfoy.)

Tags: Hogwarts Eighth Year, Fluff, Humor, kneazle, uncreative naming, Oblivious Harry, Jealous Harry, over a cat though, not over Draco, nice arms, wanking, Mutual Masturbation, potted sunflowers, sorry these tags are not in order at all, Cheese, Soulmates, Flirting, ignoring quidditch, Awkwardness, UST, linny in the background!, happiness

I hope this was worth the wait and that it makes up for even 1/10th of what you did for my birthday!!! <3<3<3<3<3

— ask and you shall receive | pt 3 (m)

pairing— jung hoseok x reader, sugar daddy! hoseok
genre/warnings— smut, dirty talk, dom! Hoseok and then angst (eek time for realness after all that sex…)
words— 13,269

:: summary— it’s been a couple of months since you and your sugar daddy changed your arrangement and while all has been well, practically floating on cloud 9, something is about to happen that will drop kick you back into reality…

 » pt 1 :: pt 2 :: pt 3 :: pt 4  ✓

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Mikasa from Attack on Titan.
Done during Ućkon 2017, for a Quick Drawing contest - we had like 30-45 minutes to draw a random character picked from blind number draw. 

The circle behind her is made with golden marker - glad the scanner did not butcher the effect.

growing pains ❀ peter parker

summary : if there’s anyone terrified of the future and the uncertainty it brings, it’s peter parker. luckily, you’re his shoulder to lean on, and, as he hopes, always will be. 

word count : 1.5k

  Peter took great pride in his intelligence, his knowing of things that other people were not as aware of or didn’t bother trying to learn. He was a collector of knowledge and knew too much about a little bit of everything. Above all else, this was one of the main reasons as to why the future, and the looming threat of it, was an anxiety inducing topic of conversation. 

   What college are you planning on attending? His palms start sweating.

   What do you want to be when you grow up? His heart starts pounding. 

   Do you always want to live in New York? Blood rushes to his ears. 

   Is Y/N always going to be a part of your life? The worst question of all, the one that made his face go red and his knees go weak as he tried to come up with a plausible answer in just a few short seconds. It was the one question that had no defining response to it. There was no way to tell. College, he could figure that out in no time. He could go Ivy if he really wanted to. He knew that he’d end up doing something related to science when he was older, after Spider-Man was long since retired. He loved New York with all his hearts, loved Queens most of all, and couldn’t see himself being anywhere else. He’d never leave Aunt May, either, at least not so soon. 

   But with relationships, especially the ones you have at fifteen years old with a mind clouded in the wonderful pieces of your first beautiful love, you never really know for sure. And Peter Parker is a boy who likes knowing for sure. The fact that he doesn’t has been practically haunting him for the past few weeks now, as summer comes to a close and Junior year is just too visible on the horizon. 

   Unfortunately for him, Peter was not the type of person that was an expert at concealing their feelings. In fact, he was rather an open book, at least to someone who knew him as perfectly as you did. To you, Peter wore his heart on his sleeve and was undoubtedly honest to a fault. His expressions, his mannerisms, were enough to clue you in to when he was upset, stressed, angry, and each emotion in between. 

   Which was why you could tell he was distraught the moment he walked into your room, flopping down onto your bed with a slight pout visible on his lip. He played it off like he was perfectly perfect, but you knew better. He’d been reading on your bed for over an hour without a word and while typically you’d enjoy just being in his presence, talking aside, there was something different about tonight. “Pete?” He lifted his eyes from the page he had been struggling to read for the pat fifteen minutes. “You okay?” Concerning gaze, worried twist of your mouth, he knew the look on his face was conveying anything but happiness- and he was so, so happy to be there with you. The prospect of the future, these growing pains he had feeling more and more frequently, was what was causing him the discomfort. 

     Despite knowing that you weren’t going to believe, he gave you a sweet smile anyway and nodded vigorously. “O-Of course, my love.” His smile stretched wider. “Why- why wouldn’t I be?” That look of innocence was utterly deceiving. 

   “You’re a really bad liar,” you replied, shaking your head. Propping yourself up on your elbows, you took his novel away from him and ignored the indignant sound of protest that passed his lips when you did so. You held up your hands and with a defeated huff, Peter laced his fingers through yours. “What’s on your mind, Peter Parker? You know you can tell me anything.” 

   “Yeah, yeah, no I know.” His voice was quiet as he stroked your hand, gentle as ever, absentmindedly with the pad of his thumb. His gaze was focused on your hands and not your eyes the way it usually was. 

    “Then look at me, would you?” You took one of your hands out of his and placed it under his chin, tilting his face up toward you. “C’mon, brown eyes, why are you so stressed lately? It’s the summertime, we’re gonna be juniors. If you’re upset about something, I wanna know what it is.” 

    His weakness, as always, was you and that unparalleled way you had of convincing him to relent . “I’m, um, I’m scared, I guess.” The admission came with an obvious hesitation on his part, but you waited patiently for your boyfriend to continue. “Scared of the future,” he elaborated. 

    You moved your hand again to cup his cheek, soft as usual. “What about the future?” 

    “Well I, I kind of take pride in being, you know, smart and knowing pretty much everything,” he hated how conceited he sounded in that moment, but you nodded along anyway and squeezed his hand comfortingly. “But, the future is- it’s, like, the one thing I can’t know. That scares me Y/N. I hate that. Because I need to know the future. I need to know what’s gonna happen to me, to… to, um, to us.” 

   You opened your mouth to give him a reply, but he was on a roll, quickly intercepting the chance to speak more, which you gave him without protest. “You… you know how I feel about you. You make me the best possible version of myself and you are the most supportive person I’ve ever met besides Ned who’s more like my fan club than anything but he’s my best friend so it doesn’t really matter but anyway,” he let out a breath, “I am- I am so lucky to have you in my life, you know? So lucky to even be existing at the same time as someone so wonderful inside and out. A- And I… I can’t think of… of being without you. Okay? It scares me.” 

    The vulnerable boy in front of you had your heart, no doubt about that. You sat up, crossing your legs and opening your arms, knowing he’d be wrapping himself around you in no time at all. He had his head on your shoulder and his  delicate curls were tickling your cheek because of his permanent bedhead and you could both feel your hearts swelling with love for the other person. He rearranged himself so that his head was in your lap, staring up at you with those doe eyes that made your stomach fill with butterflies.  

    “You’re a sweetheart, Peter.” You ran your hands through his hair the way he adored and you heard him let out the happiest of sighs, a tiny smile, this time genuine, appearing on his face. “And in case you didn’t realize already, I want us to be together for as long as humanely possible. Forever, maybe. I know we can’t be certain of anything that happens to us, but I’m certain that in this moment, you’re the only person I want to be with. There’s no telling what will happen to us a year from now, or ten years from now, but right now, you’re my whole heart, okay? Don’t worry.”  

      Maybe it was the way you were looking at him, maybe it was because you called him your whole heart in the same breath as saying that you wanted to be with him forever, but almost every ounce of Peter’s worries about growing up and getting older slipped from his mind as you leaned down to press a gentle kiss to his forehead in the tender way that you always loved him. 

    “Can you get me a sharpie?” He asked, pointing toward your bedside table. You reached over and handed it to him, giving him a questioning look. He took the cap off and stuck it in his mouth for a second, lifting up your hand and drawing a thin, somewhat haphazard circle around your ringer finger. He drew a little circle on the front of it before taking the cap and placing it on the marker again. “That’s a permanent marker. Just like my love for you.” 

   You giggled, you couldn’t help it, and raised your hand so you could get a better view. “Your love for me is a permanent marker, huh, Pete?” He laughed too, but his cheeks still went pink in the way that made you grin. 

    “You’re so annoying!” He groaned, playfully glaring up at you from his spot on your lap. “Let me be the smooth talking one for once!” You took his face in your hands again, your face above his. 

    “Nah, I like my Peter a blushing, beautiful mess. Never change.” 

    “If I never change, does that guarantee we’ll always be together?” 

     The sweet innocence of him was what made you adore him, the hopeful smile he gave you as he asked the question. And a question like that requires only one answer. “We’ve already grown up together. Forever isn’t that much different, huh?” He sat right up at that, unable to contain his happiness when he wrapped his arms around your waist and practically tackled you in a tight embrace that he had no plans of letting you out of at any point in his life. He’d be utterly ridiculous to let the girl who knew best how to comfort him, how to ease his worries, and was there for him through everything get away. 

    Even through the pains of growing up. 

a spell for love and foreseeing the future

things you will need:
a pink candle
a pink marker and a piece of paper
rose petals and other various pink flower petals from the outdoors
5 pink beads (optional)
pink sparkles (optional)
lavender essential oil
a wand
a cup of water for an offering

how to do the spell:
draw a pentagram on your piece of paper with your pink marker
place the pink beads on the 5 points of your pentagram
anoint your candle with your lavender saying “as above, so below” as you anoint it
place your candle in the center of your pentagram
sprinkle pink sparkles and lavender and all the pink petals you can find over your pentagram in a clockwise circular motion
cross your circle thrice about to keep unwelcome spirits out
light some incense
place your cup of water at the corner of your spell
light your candle. say
“with this candle i will have love in my life
and i will never have any pain or strife
love i will have and the future i will foresee
the spell is perfectly cast, so mote it be”
let the candle burn out on its own
wait for the results

The Climb (Clay Apuzzo One Shot)

The Climb - Clay finds the hope he desperately needed right before he nearly lost everything he’s ever wanted. 

Pairing: Clay Apuzzo x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of suicide. Mentions of past abuse. Suicidal thoughts. There’s a shit load of angst. Extreme fluff. ❤️

A/N: So I usually don’t listen to music when I write because I’m emo, but this song fits perfectly for Clay & Reader. :’) I hope you guys like it. - Delilah❤️

Clay flicked the ash from the cigarette in his hand as he strolled down the brightly lit street. With each step he placed on the sidewalk, he felt his head cloud further and further. This is it. 

It’s the climb.

That’s all he’s ever done was climb. He chased after the same dream he’s had since he was only eight years old. Clay let out a shaky chuckle as he recalled the memory of his eight year old self standing on the fireplace in his childhood home, holding the little toy microphone in his hand as he shared each and every corny joke with his mom. No matter how terrible they were, she always laughed.

Every single time. 

His father, though. That never impressed him one bit. He was always reminded just how shitty his dream was. He still remembers the smell of whiskey on his old man’s breath as he staggered into the living room, bending down just inches away from his face and saying those soul crushing words that were imprinted in his mind to this day.

“They’ll fucking hate you, just like I do.” 

Clay angrily flicked the used cigarette onto the street and picked up his pace, feeling his hair blow in the light summer breeze. But those words, they still stuck in his head from that moment. He always tried to shut them out, but somehow, they always found away to creep right back into that fucked up brain of his. He still remembers his first show when he was just eighteen. How he curled up onto the couch in the corner of the shitty dressing room. How the gut wrenching sobs left him as his father’s words repeated in his head over and over. And how he downed an entire bottle of Jack Daniel’s before staggering just like his old man out onto the stage. 

Clay felt his eyes welling up with tears as he stood on the edge of the curb, waiting to be brought back home. It won’t hurt that bad, right? He thought as he lit another cigarette and took a long, hard drag. Little beads of sweat began to form on his forehead and his hands were trembling so fucking hard. It won’t hurt. He assured himself. Be a fucking man. There’s always that split second of clarity when you’re about to take your own life. You think, really fucking think about it and all the other things you’ve done. 

For Clay, it wasn’t his moments with Cassie, it wasn’t all the screams and hits to the face from his drunken father, nor was it the heart racing applause he received from his most successful show he’s ever done. 

It was his mother’s laughter, and the way that first applause she gave him filled his little heart with so much joy. That was it. 

The climb is over. 

“Excuse me, sir!” 

The feminine voice pulled him straight out of his thoughts. Clay let out an annoyed groan and with a scowl, he spun around. He opened his mouth and prepared to tell whoever it was to take a hike, that he had a bus to catch. But the moment his eyes landed on you, and the way your warm smile hit him like a ton of bricks, he found himself at a lost for words for the first time in his life. 

“I-I’m so sorry if I’m bothering you!” you stuttered as you fingered the hem of your shirt nervously. Clay blinked down at you, his brows furrowing as he tried to figure out why you were speaking to him. 

“You’re Clay Apuzzo, right? I’m a really big fan! I-I stayed up extra late last night to watch you on TV! And I may or may not have skipped a few classes to see you live last week. And by the way that was your best performance yet, in my opinion!” 

Your hands shook as you began digging through your purse. “If it’s not too much trouble, I was wondering if I could get your autograph?” You looked away from your purse and gave him a sheepish smile, one that was filled with hope. Clay couldn’t compare it to anything else other than a kid asking their parent for a new toy, and he found it so fucking adorable. You pulled out a small notepad, along with a red marker and held it out to him. The warm smile never leaving your face. 

Reluctantly, Clay took the notepad and popped open the cap to the red marker, placing it between his lips as he scribbled his signature onto the paper. His eyes traveled over to yours as he finished and handed it right back to you. He should have smiled, or at least asked your name, but for the life of him he couldn’t find it in him to speak. 

You knew him. You knew his first and last name. God, you even skipped classes to see him perform. You risked your education just to spend an entire hour in the same room with him, someone who had absolutely no idea that you existed. It made his heart race and honest to God, he had no idea why.  

The sound of a bus honking in the distance caused the two of you to jump. The summer winds blew against your hair, causing it to blow against your face as you peered over his shoulder. 

“Well, it was nice meeting you Mr. Apuzzo,” you grinned, giving him a small wave. You waited for a second, hoping that he’d at least give you a goodbye or even gave you a wave in return. But after a few seconds of awkward silence, you had your answer, even though it pained you a bit. With one last smile, you turned on your heel and began walking down the street. 

You adjusted the bag on your shoulder as you stared down at your feet. Maybe you were bothering him after all. You were just one lousy fan, right? You automatically assumed that maybe you had came on too strong. You’ve heard stories of some celebrities being shy or wanting privacy. With a bittersweet smile, you figured that at least you’ve gotten the chance to meet him. That was more than enough to smile about. 

“Hey you!” the familiar voice nearly made you trip on your own two feet. Were you hearing things? Figuring it was just your imagination, you kept on walking. Your shoes tapped against the concrete rapidly as you walked, repeating the many alternative scenarios that could have happened if you had just weren’t so damn shy. 

Before you could take another step, you felt a desperate, yet gentle grip on your arm, causing you to spin around a bit quicker than you expected. You stumbled to the side, only to be caught by two strong hands. 

“I…I didn’t catch your name, sugar.” Clay spoke breathlessly as he fought to catch his breath. You stared back at him, completely wide eyed and distraught. 

“Y/N,” you breathed, smiling up at him. “My name is Y/N.” 

There were easily a million women on this earth with the exact same name, but hearing it come from you, it sounded like the most unique thing on this planet. Clay’s savior had a name, and it was Y/N. There was no way on earth he’d let you go, not in a million lifetimes. 

“Y/N,” God, it sounded even better coming from him. You yearned to hear it again in so many different ways. 

You blinked stupidly, yet your smile never faded. “Yes?”

“Will you do me the honor…” he grinned. “Of getting coffee with me?”

“Are you asking me on a date, Mr. Apuzzo?” you asked, raising your eyebrows. It was meant to be clever and quirky, but on the inside, you were seconds away from thinking that you had been dreaming this entire time. Had you heard him right?

Once again, Clay was at lost for words that night. 

He wasn’t the type of man that loved, that stayed in one place for long. No, he fucked and he fucked hard. Then afterwards, he’d leave. That was who he was. He tried so hard to be a different man for Cassie and that turned out getting them both hurt in the end. 

But just staring into your eyes had him rethinking his entire life. He could be that man for you, right? For the first time in his life, he wanted to be that man. And he wanted it more than ever. 

Clay Apuzzo found himself nervous for the first time in years. 

“Yeah, Y/N.” he smiled down at you. “It’s a date.”

Ten Years Later

Clay buttoned the cuffs of his suit as he stared at himself in the mirror of his closet. It was twice the size of his childhood bedroom and kitchen combined, and his heart swelled with pride each time he walked into it every morning. His hair was slicked back into a low bun, but he made sure some strands were free, just like the way you liked it. After getting each and every button, he ran his hands over his front, winking at himself as he turned to leave. 

If someone had told Clay ten years ago that he’d be the happiest man on earth, with everything he’s ever wanted and more. That he would be living on the beach of Los Angeles, in this grand home that held each and every one of his prized possessions, he’d probably tell them to fuck off. He didn’t believe in happiness, he only believed in relevancy. 

Yet here he was, making his way through his grand home. He stopped just as he entered the large, brightly lit living room and turned around. All along the wall above the fireplace, was every single sign of his greatness. All of the Oscars and awards that he achieved were all lined up beside each other neatly, staring back at him. 

But none of this - absolutely none of it - would be possible without the one thing he loved most. The one thing he considered to be the greatest prize of all. 

“Baby, the car’s waiting outside!” you called as you stood in the doorway, placing your hands on your hips. 

Clay’s mouth curled into a loving smile as he heard your words. Turning around, he took in the sight of his wife of ten years. Ten years you had been by his side, through every failure and accomplishment. You were the light at the end of his tunnel, and God, he fucking loved you with every cell in his body. 

Noticing his mood, you made your way down the small steps into the living room and stood before him. “Clay,” you smiled softly, looking deep into those ocean blue eyes of his. “Is everything okay?”

He let out a small, breathy chuckle before cupping your face gently and placing a kiss onto your lips. When he pulled away, you still noticed the distant look in his eyes. You cocked your head to the side, raising an eyebrow. You always knew when he was hiding something. 

“Can’t a guy just admire how beautiful his wife looks?” he asked, his eyes traveling down your body. He placed his hands on your hips, rubbing them softly. 

“All I’m saying is,” you sassed, “The last time you looked at me like that, we ended up screwing on the balcony.”The memory alone brought a blush to your cheeks. The man was way too spontaneous, but you loved every single second of it. 

Clay’s hands traveled from your hips, to your swollen stomach that was hidden underneath your dress that he had given you for tonight’s special occasion. Ten years, and every single day you surprised him with how much you cared for him. You were still the warmhearted woman he met on the sidewalk that night.

You’ve given him the greatest gift of all. 

“How are my girls doing tonight?” he asked, bending down until he was eye level with your stomach. You placed your hand on your stomach, rubbing it in small circles. 

“We’re perfectly fine, honey,” you giggled, tugging on his hand. “We’re hungry, but fine. And we’d very much like to not starve any longer.” Clay grinned at your words and finally stood. He took your hand in his and pressed a kiss to it, admiring the way your smaller hand looked in his. 

“C’mon,” he laughed as soon as he noticed your impatient expression. “Don’t want my darling wife ordering take out on our anniversary.” 

You hooked your arm around his, laughing along as you excitedly led him out of the house and towards the limousine waiting for the two of you. 

There’s always that split second of clarity when you’re about to take your own life. You think, really fucking think about it and all the other things you’ve done. Clay knew now that the way he planned to solve his problems wasn’t the answer.

But he knows one day, when it’s time to think back on his life one last time, it’s going to be about the one thing that saved him.



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Color Me New Again

Pairing(s): Richie Tozier x Eddie Kaspbrak

Warnings: swearing, mentions of self-harm, mentions of child abuse, flUFF

Word Count: 1 k

a/n: wowowow no one cries in this - also, probably the worst thing i’ve ever written, sorry :(

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Celebrity Crush - Part Three

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

Note: It took me so long to finally get this out, but I honestly think it was worth the wait. :) Thanks @adothoe for proofreading. <3

Word Count: 2910

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x Reader

Warnings: nada. just extreme amounts of fluff

The song you wrote with Daveed ended up becoming the first single you released from your album. When you released it just a month after you wrote it, the media went absolutely nuts. People loved the song and it wasn’t long before it became a hit. ‘Good for You’ being in the top charts meant one thing for you and Daveed: you needed to shoot a music video.

Now, this didn’t sound like it was a big deal at first, but the more you thought about it, the bigger deal it was. The song was…more on the sexy side of music than it was to anything else, which meant that your music video would have to mirror that.

You didn’t know what to expect the day of the shoot, but on the way there, you couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous.

“It’s Daveed, Y/N. You know, the guy you’re like– in love with? If I were you, I’d do a sexy music video with him any day.” Your manager told you on the car ride there.

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What's On The Board - Stiles Stilinski [Smut]

Author: @dumbass-stilinski​ and @writng-obrien

Character(s): Mieczyslaw Stilinski/Reader

Word Count: 5377

Notes. This was a collab. with @dumbass-stilinski​ and we’ve got Oral (both receiving), fingering, face-riding, mentions of nudity and dirty talk.

Originally posted by my-wounded-innocence

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Doodles (kagehina) - Rated T


((For my dear @tolhinata who gave me this idea a couple weeks ago.))

Hinata likes to draw. Some people would call it doodling, maybe; he can draw people and trees and things (he’s gotten really good at shading apples and other fruits in still lifes), but he’d rather draw patterns.

Once he got to second year, coach informed him that he needed to work an art class into his curriculum before he reached third year or he’d have trouble meeting requirements to graduate. Yachi had suggested drawing when he’d told her, and once he started his first class he found he actually kinda liked it. He was surprised he could find something he could get excited about… at school.

What he really likes to do, though, is draw on Kageyama. 

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evening | john shelby

i think we all need some john domestic bliss fluff, given recent events

“Is a chicken really a bird if they can’t fly?” you asked, swinging your knees side to side. You and John were squished into the doorway, sat with your knees bent on the stoop, as the sun slowly slipped behind the brick wall that lined the yard.

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

You laughed, and bumped your knees to his again.

“Well, well you think of a bird, you think of it flying around. But chickens just- “

He looped his arm up over your shoulder so he could pull your head in, and planted a big kiss.

“You really shouldn’t interrupt, Johnny, it’s rude” you sniffed, knocking your nose against his.

“They’re domesticated fowl” he replied, ignoring your comment, and turned back to check on Katie. You furrowed your brow, watching his profile with wide eyes.

“Oh, are they? Mr Smarty Pants”

He turned to smirk at you for a moment, adjusting his arm around your shoulder.

“Katty, just scatter it about, love. We’ll be here all night” he motioned with his hand.

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