"This isn't funny," she said and pouted.

Melinda May pouted. In his kitchen. And it was adorable.

Phil pulled up his shoulders and walked around his kitchen island. "It's a little funny," he said, unable to keep his smile at bay.

She huffed. "It's pathetic!"

Now he laughed. "It's just eggs, Melinda." Their burning scent was what had woken him up and brought him here.

She looked at the mess she had just pulled off the stove. "And the pan, too."

"I'll buy you a new one to ruin."

heart of a girl by the killers

darlene by the lumineers

all i ever wanted by vance joy

wasteland, baby! by hozier

war of hearts (acoustic version) by ruelle (always reminds me of philinda!!)

19. On an estimate, how many posts have you made about them?

I have no idea. Maybe 500 or so? I reblog more than I post, and I’ve probably reblogged many. I don’t produces much content other than fic.

Ooh, thank you!

1. It’s my birthday tomorrow!

2. My go-to cocktail is a Tom Collins.

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