#winston

there are a million versions of this story honey and winston already told — they lost a bet, they're celebrating a ten year anniversary, they're long lost best friends commemorating their chance reunion in the city of lights. with every new person willing to listen, they story gets bigger, more convoluted, and almost always ends with a kiss. the reality is, winston su's birthday is fast approaching, he's recently come into a little bit of money, and the only thing he enjoys more than kissing honey anderson is kissing her after they've tricked strangers. which they happen to be very good at. unfortunately, they've spent so much time lying and kissing, none at all deciding what they would be tattooing, and when he refreshes the online waitlist, they're next up. 

Why do the best characters always have to die 😭💔 Another death I'll never forgive the writers for.

RIP Winston 🕊️ You were a great man 🤍

fingers brush against a variety of hook decorations? with furrowed brows, he picks up one of the hot pink options and tilts his head. it kinda looks like one of the charms honey has dangling off of the lipgloss she's always asking him to carry. but that can't be right…right? he turns to the customer closest to him in the aisle. “yo, does this shit actually work? be fucking honest. i'll be able to tell if you're lying.” 

the closer they get to honey's place, the quieter winston gets. he can feel honey's eyes on his face as he drives, but he can't bring himself to say anything just yet, so he funnels all of his focus into just getting them there. once he's parked in his normal spot, seatbelt off, he turns to face her with wide brown eyes and a pout he can't seem to smooth out. “can i stay?” anywhere else, he wouldn't even bother asking, but they weren't home and they weren't on vacation and there were so many lines drawn haphazardly in the sand. “please? i'll sleep on the couch. i just —” one hand lifts to rub his face. “i really don't wanna fucking drive home right now.”