One-shots [Reqs: 5]

A little sip of metaphorical hot chocolate

YIIPEEEE KROSS HURT/COMFORT!!!!!! i love them, so so much <333

btw, a lot of text was like, lined out, strikethrough, but it looks HORRID here on wattpad [i mean, SERIOUSLY, wattpad, please, add a strikethrough feature so i can post my angsty fics!!!! grumble grumble]

so, i just put it in brackets and italicized it -> [like this]

it looks awful, but i don't want you guys dealing with blocks of text that are like, three to five sentences that are all just like this:

 ̶T̶h̶e̶ ̶f̶i̶t̶n̶e̶s̶s̶ ̶g̶r̶a̶m̶ ̶p̶a̶c̶e̶r̶ ̶t̶e̶s̶t̶ ̶i̶s̶ ̶a̶ ̶m̶u̶l̶t̶i̶ ̶s̶o̶m̶e̶t̶h̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶s̶o̶m̶e̶t̶h̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶i̶ ̶f̶o̶r̶g̶o̶t̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶w̶o̶r̶d̶s̶,̶ ̶b̶u̶t̶ ̶i̶ ̶c̶o̶u̶l̶d̶ ̶a̶l̶s̶o̶ ̶j̶u̶s̶t̶ ̶t̶y̶p̶e̶ ̶o̶u̶t̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶l̶y̶r̶i̶c̶s̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶r̶i̶c̶k̶ ̶a̶s̶t̶e̶l̶y̶'̶s̶ ̶f̶a̶m̶o̶u̶s̶ ̶h̶i̶t̶ ̶s̶o̶n̶g̶,̶ ̶n̶e̶v̶e̶r̶ ̶g̶o̶n̶n̶a̶ ̶g̶i̶v̶e̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶u̶p̶,̶ ̶o̶r̶ ̶i̶ ̶c̶o̶u̶l̶d̶ ̶t̶e̶l̶l̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶g̶u̶y̶s̶ ̶a̶b̶o̶u̶t̶ ̶h̶o̶w̶ ̶i̶ ̶k̶i̶s̶s̶e̶d̶ ̶m̶y̶ ̶b̶o̶y̶f̶r̶i̶e̶n̶d̶ ̶o̶r̶ ̶s̶o̶m̶e̶t̶h̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶b̶t̶w̶ ̶d̶i̶d̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶g̶u̶y̶s̶ ̶k̶n̶o̶w̶ ̶i̶ ̶h̶a̶d̶ ̶a̶ ̶b̶o̶y̶f̶r̶i̶e̶n̶d̶,̶ ̶c̶o̶o̶l̶ ̶r̶i̶g̶h̶t̶?̶ ̶a̶n̶y̶w̶a̶y̶s̶ ̶y̶e̶a̶h̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶y̶'̶r̶e̶ ̶s̶o̶o̶o̶o̶o̶ ̶s̶w̶e̶e̶t̶ ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶s̶o̶o̶o̶ ̶n̶i̶c̶e̶,̶ ̶i̶ ̶l̶o̶v̶e̶ ̶h̶i̶m̶ ̶s̶u̶p̶e̶r̶ ̶m̶u̶c̶h̶ ̶<̶3̶ ̶w̶e̶'̶v̶e̶ ̶b̶e̶e̶n̶ ̶t̶o̶g̶e̶t̶h̶e̶r̶ ̶f̶o̶r̶ ̶2̶ ̶y̶e̶a̶r̶s̶ ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶w̶e̶'̶r̶e̶ ̶S̶T̶I̶L̶L̶ ̶g̶o̶i̶n̶g̶,̶ ̶s̶o̶o̶n̶ ̶i̶t̶'̶l̶l̶l̶ ̶b̶e̶ ̶3̶ ̶y̶e̶a̶r̶s̶ ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶n̶ ̶4̶ ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶a̶h̶h̶h̶h̶h̶ ̶i̶'̶m̶ ̶s̶o̶ ̶h̶a̶p̶p̶y̶ ̶a̶n̶y̶w̶a̶y̶s̶ ̶T̶L̶D̶R̶,̶ ̶i̶f̶ ̶i̶ ̶d̶o̶n̶'̶t̶ ̶k̶n̶o̶w̶ ̶w̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶t̶y̶p̶e̶ ̶i̶n̶ ̶o̶r̶d̶e̶r̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶m̶a̶k̶e̶ ̶a̶ ̶p̶a̶r̶a̶g̶r̶a̶p̶h̶,̶ ̶i̶ ̶w̶i̶l̶l̶ ̶d̶e̶f̶a̶u̶l̶t̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶g̶u̶s̶h̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶a̶b̶o̶u̶t̶ ̶m̶y̶ ̶a̶w̶e̶s̶o̶m̶e̶ ̶p̶a̶r̶t̶n̶e̶r̶

and that's kinda. ugly. SO, WHOOOOP WHOOP, you guys get fully clear text <333 unlike the readers on tumblr and A03 lmao, they had the strikethrough text

anyways!! onwards!!!!

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Things had gone wrong. So utterly wrong.

[The liquor had softened him, turned his marrow to lava that bubbled and itched with a shaky need to just do it.]

The night had turned as sour as the lemon he'd been gnawing on before each shot. Salt from the rim of his glass prickled the back of his throat. The burn of the tequila throbbed in his eyes.

[Killer was beautiful. Smoke fluttered and weaved from his mouth in tantalizing coils, whisping through his teeth with every drawled word. The moonlight lit up his face in a gentle glow, tracing the edges of the fading smoke with pale rays.]

His hangover had manifested in his soul rather than his head, throbbing with an ache that painkillers couldn't touch. His parched throat was still tight no matter how often he forced a sip of water down his throat.

[Killer's soul spun lazy circles, shimmering in a pretty red that dimly lit up each smokey breath. There was a lovely echo of that same red layering in a soft flush of color across his cheeks. The moonlight reflecting off his tearstreaks and the crimson beneath the black made him seem so... sweet. His smile was even softer, and every now and then, it would shrink into something real. A grin of genuine enjoyment.]

Things weren't supposed to happen like that. He wasn't sure where it had changed, what exactly he'd done wrong. Maybe he'd just completely misread Killer.