𝙱𝚄𝚃𝙲𝙷𝙴𝚁.

don’t y’already do enough.

downing beer after beer. aiming to get completely plastered, of course.

( scruffy kiss right to mouth. then, grasping his jaw, and planting an even deeper kiss there. )

blasting the spice girls all day long.

happy one year anniversary.

happy birthday, canary. here’s t’gettin’ one year older.

last summer ain’t givin’ me much hope on that front. I gotta keep an eye on ya or else you’ll get cooked.

took ya a minute to answer that one.

what, ‘s that what you got playin’ in your head? cheeky.

shouldn’t you? piss off. I got better things t’do than that.

alright well he ain’t here right now. ( squishing face between hands. ) gotta make sure y’didn’t burn up like a lobster today. ‘s gettin’ warmer.

think that’s the opposite, but you’re always livin’ in a state of delusion.

what’s with the french. c’mere.

🖕🏻

fuck off.

squishing his cheeks. pulling him in by them and planting a kiss right to mouth. thanks, lad. just what I needed.