frogtax's Literatures

"Nothing leaves this bar."

"Deal."

“Bun? Bloodshot, are you awake? I have something for you.”

Without waiting for a reply, he burst into the room, his frown intense as he feasted his eyes on her cocooned form hiding under the covers.

“Come now, get up. I have a present.”

"Bri.. Uh I'm not.. Are you like.. Wearing.. Uhm.." He ran a hand through his hair and finally managed to hang his keys. "Are you wearing anything under that?"

"Eric is going to kill us when he sees what you did to the couch.."

"I'll make it up to him."

‘I heard you call me hot.’

The shade of blue that flashed across his face was exactly what she'd hoped for as he fumbled to respond.

‘I did not call you hot.’

“You’ll be the death’a me ahs Ah am, Winston Prescott.” Charta whispered against his hair, leaning down to press a secret kiss into the white strands.

As he walks away he glances back over his shoulder, smiling. “I cannae sae tha’ I mind.”

I’m.. I’m still alive then? I’m going to make it?”

“No, you’re quite dead. That’s no reason not to go on living though, is it?”

I just wanted them to bone tbh ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Phia learns how to hate.