#applies to whispering skull too tho

[skeletal-fish]

the way lucy and lockwood go from shocked to terrified to ABSOLUTELY LIVID when someone hurts george has me in a chokehold

[sugarmaplewings-fics]

Kissing / Making Out HC’s

Pairing: Kaminari x reader

Warnings: Just a ton of kissing, making out, and mentions of groping (I talk about boobs, uh oh). Still gender/sex neutral

Author’s Note:

Almost didn't have anything ready for this week, but this one only took me a few hours to write up, so here you go! This may end up being my Valentines Day fic. Idk, we’ll see. I haven’t been feeling well lately :/

Enjoy

-Sugar

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● I think this goes without saying, but

● Denki is an absolute s u c k e r for kisses

● As soon as you get together, he wants them constantly

● And who are you to deny him?

● He really doesn't mind PDA (he kinda likes it, actually, getting to show off that he has an s/o)

● So, unless you're uncomfortable with it, he'll kiss you no matter where you are or who you're with (especially around his friends)

● But as I said, if you're not interested, he'll respect that

● It just means he gets to love on you more when you're finally alone together!

● Kaminari loves your lips. Big or small, soft or dry, he's staring at them from across the room, just thinking about when he can kiss them again

● Boy is devoted to you, you don't leave his mind

● After he started dating you, Denki applies lip balm religiously

● He usually goes with vanilla flavors, but he also likes fruity ones

● And he makes special note of what you like. If he knows you'll be kissing soon, he'll pull out your favorite chapstick of his just to make sure he's extra tasty for you

● His 👏 lips 👏 are 👏 so 👏 soft 👏

● Every now and then they'll get a little chapped, but he's pretty good about exfoliating them when they do

● He wants to make sure you have the best kissing experience with him at all times, so he stays on top of things

● Not only does Denki like receiving kisses, he likes giving them as well

● Cheek kisses are his go-to. If you were to keep track, I'd say he'd give you a cheek kiss at least fifteen times a day, if he's around you that much

● Morning kisses, hello kisses, goodbye kisses—a lot of them end up on your cheeks

● But he also loves kissing your nose! He sees those as more intimate kisses, so usually he saves them for when you're cuddling together

● He just loves the way your face scrunches up in a grin when he does it >w<

● He loves to smother your face with little pecks, and he especially likes to tease you by kissing anywhere but your mouth until you get frustrated

● But he doesn't have that much self-control, so he may just kiss your lips soon enough anyway, if you're patient

● You can expect him to prelude a ton of kisses with either a joke or a pick up line. He thinks he’s being smooth (he’s really not), but he loves seeing you happy and giggling

● He also likes to zap you jus a teeny bit here and there. Never enough to hurt (he'd cry if he ever hurt you), but just enough to surprise you

● Sometimes he accidentally static-shocks you when you kiss, especially right after he used his quirk, so that can sting a bit. He always apologizes when it happens and offers you more kisses

● He likes sweet kisses, especially the ones during or right after dates, where he just gets to close his eyes and let the world fall away into nothing but your warm lips. He likes wrapping his hands around your waist to pull you close, and tilt your chin so he can get the perfect angle on your mouth

● Sometimes he smiles and giggles while you're kissing, and that can make it a little difficult to stay on his lips. But it's so darn cute, you have no intentions of ever telling him to stop

● He loves making out with you. So much

● He likes to “set the scene” if he has time, but it’s usually just dimming the lights a little (he's not above making out to music tho, so if you're interested, he'll be happy to deliver)

● But just having you in your or his room with him, on the bed with you on his lap, kissing you slow for all you're worth—

● Fantastic, easily one of his favorite parts of the relationship

● And he likes the hungry kisses too, where he pins you to the mattress (or you pin him; he's into both 👀) and it's all just sloppy tongue and teeth

● 😞👌

● If you allow it, his hands will be all over your body

● If you possess boobs (no matter the size), he's touching them

● With permission ofc

● I headcanon him to be a boob/chest guy (I mean, he loves all of you, but come on. Boobs. Need I say more?)

● Buuuut, he's also touching your butt. Homeboy's a groper

● He likes to grab handfuls of you wherever they may wander, squeezing your warm flesh around his fingers

● You may have to tell him at first not to do it so hard

● He's a hornee boi, so he likes to make out with you a few times a week. If you have to miss a couple of sessions, he'll get grumpy and you'll have to make it up to him (with extra kissies, ofc)

● If you were to pin him to the wall and passionately kiss him, he'd probably die from how hot he found it. Or he’d just short-circuit

● Any time you kiss him, he'll melt

● He loves kissing you, but there's something a little extra special about when it’s you initiating

● It makes him feel so loved, even if you just walk up to him and peck his forehead

● It's important to him not only that he loves you, but that you love him back just as much. That's what makes him go 🥺🥺

● He simps for one person and one person only now, and it's you

● Extra: He draws fanart of you and him kissing in his free time 👀 just little doodles in the margins of his notebooks. Aizawa always makes a face whenever Denki accidentally leaves one on his homework but otherwise doesn’t say anything

The overhead light is turned off, a screensaver on his monitor providing a soft glow to the bed opposite in the room. You're seated comfortably on his lap, his hands lightly resting on your ass.

He starts with simple pecks on your lips, each one lingering longer against your skin, heavier in pressure. He's soft but moist, warm underneath where his saliva had cooled in the temperature of the room. An electricity seems to dance between you, and you're not sure if it's just your imagination or if he really is using his quirk.

Finally his tongue swipes against your bottom lip, and you grant him access. Your fingers lace through his hair, displacing the black lightning bolt that had been shaped so perfectly among the golden-blond strands. His tongue comes into contact with yours, touching and licking before securing itself behind your teeth. You're drawn even closer to him, locked in a wet embrace as his hands squeeze.

He could never get enough of you, enough of this feeling. He was obsessed with the way his heart still pounded in his chest, obsessed with the way fireworks went off in his stomach no matter how many times he'd done this before. All it took was a touch, a kiss, a squeeze, and he was gone. In moments like these, you were the only thing that mattered. Not his failures, not his inadequacies, not the stress of school. Just you, and only you.

One of his hands moved to cup your cheek, keeping you close while the other slid down your thigh. He released your lips, only to come back for more more more, desperate to show you how much he loved you, how badly he needed you. A whimper escaped him, swallowed by the kiss but present nonetheless. You answered in your own pretty little moan, fingers alighting on the base of his skull to pull him ever forward into you.

He could stay here forever, drowning in your taste, your touch, your scent. What harm would it be?

Kaminari picked you up, turning you over and laying you down softly onto his bed. He quickly loomed over you, supported by an arm on either side of your head as he dove in for another kiss.

Forever was a long time, so maybe he'd start with tonight.

His thumb traced along your cheekbone, lips still pushing and pulling against yours. He loved the way you caged his hips in with your thighs, keeping him in place. Loved how your hands softly rested by your head on his pillow.

He paused, suddenly realizing just how lightheaded he was. Reluctantly, he pulled back for air, chest expanding and contracting with each soft breath. 

You were under him. He was so thankful it was you. He'd never witnessed a person so beautiful—never experienced lips so addictive, so kissable. You were intoxicating, the way your shining eyes locked with his as your own hand came up to trace his face.

Even in the low light, he could make out every feature he loved—from your nose to your cheeks to your chin, nothing escaped his gaze.

"I love you," you whispered to him, and just like every other time you said it, he knew it was true.

"I love you too," he whispered back, because that was also true. How couldn't it be?

He kissed you once more before shifting to his side, pulling you into his arms where he knew you'd be safe and warm.

'I love you' hummed through his every nerve as he showered your skin with his love—your forehead, your nose, your cheeks. All of it perfection in his eyes, and he wished nothing would change.

You nestled into his neck, your hot skin brushing over his own.

"Sleepy?" he asked, rubbing your back.

He felt you nod, and he couldn't help but smile. Burying his nose in your hair, he inhaled your scent. It was nights like these when he truly knew what the word 'comfort' meant, since he felt it to the very marrow of his bones.

Absolutely nothing could compare to the way it felt to have you fall asleep in his arms. Your breaths began to even out as his hands continued to wander, intent on caressing you and worshiping every inch of skin he was able to touch.

Even before he pulled the blanket over your shoulders, you were warm. Drifting off to sleep in his arms, his lips still lazily pressing kisses to your hair, you felt content.

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[barnesbabee]

Lazily || C.S

Summary: Some lazy sex that caught you off-guard.

Pairing: Choi San x Reader

Words: I’ve written a few

Genre: Smut

⚠ choking, teasing, praise kink, orgasm denial ⚠

A/N: I’m stressed? Hope yall are good tho! Enjoy 💖

 “No, fuck you Jongho! You’re cheating!” You yelled, frustrated.

 Jongho shrugged innocently and burst into laughter.

 “Come on Y/N, don’t be so salty for losing!” The male teased you.

 You mouthed a ‘you’re going to die’ at him and sat beside San on the loser side, with your arms crossed and a pout. For the night, the couch had been named ‘the loser side’, and whoever lost a round of whatever game they were playing they would have to sit away and watch until a new round started.

 Game nights with the eight boys were impossible. There was yelling, fighting, arguing, cheating, lots and lots of confusion... But it was fun nevertheless, they would always become memorable nights. 

  You settled beside the boy and stared at the other seven in amusement, as each tried to cheat their way to victory. 

 “We should make an alliance for the next round.” San suggested as he whispered in your ear.

 You smiled mischievously at him and nodded frantically. You climbed on his lap, facing the rest of the group, and San wrapped his arms around your waist as he narrated his plan to win against them in your ear.

 The two of you conspired back and forth, waiting for the game to end, but it just went on, and on, and on... Yeosang and Wooyoung eventually lost, but the rest of the members went about it for a little too long, and by the time it was over, you and San had become too comfortable. The man pulled you closer to his chest.

 “Me and Y/N will sit this one out, we’re good.”

 Everyone else just nodded and you smiled, while you played with the man’s hair as he placed his chin on your shoulder. 

  The night went on and the two of you found yourselves taking up the whole couch. You were laying down, resting your hand on San’s bicep, while he spooned you from behind and held your waist with one hand.

  Even though the room echoed with laughter and screaming, your eyelids became heavy and soon you’d succumb to the sleepiness evolving you. Your eyes fluttered close, and you could hear San chuckle at you falling asleep in his arms.

  Soon after, all of the noise started fading and you fully fell asleep. 

  You woke up a couple hours after, or so you assumed, since the living room was now dark and everyone (but the man still holding onto you) was gone.

  A loud noise woke you up, you knew that much, but you couldn’t identify it. Your eyelids felt heavy once more, but just as you closed them and tried to fall back asleep, the sound repeated itself.

  A moan.

  A moan followed by a hiss, accompanied with a cheeky roll of San’s hips against your ass. You felt something poke you, and you had your suspicions on what it was.

  One of San’s hand gripped you tighter and a third moan, a needy one, almost like a whimper, escaped his lips. You pursed your lips and pressed your thighs closer together. You could feel arousal spread through your body as San’s moans became a little louder, and his hips moved faster.

  You enjoyed the way he became harder against your ass, but it was becoming a little too much for you, you had to do something about it.

  “S-San?” You whispered, loud enough so you’d wake him up. 

  The movements ceased and so did the small noises. The male shuffled behind you a little and rubbed his eye.

  “Y/N? Did something happen?” 

  His groggy voice calling your name after feeling his hard-on shamelessly rubbing against your ass made your wetness spread, and you bit your lower lip to prevent any sounds from coming out. 

  Your cheeks were flushed, although he couldn’t notice due to the darkness, and you didn’t reply, hoping he’d just fall back asleep. 

  San could feel how tense you were under his touch, and when he felt his boner protruding through his shorts he immediately understood why you had woken him up. 

  His cheeks gained the same tone as yours and his mind went blank.

  Neither of you knew what to do in that situation, but staying perfectly still, with his boner pushing into one of your cheeks, it wasn’t helping. San moved uncomfortably, but as he shifted in his place, a moan you had been suppressing echoed in the air. Although it was a simple sound, it seemed to be so much louder than it had been... 

  You froze immediately and your eyes widened. And whilst you were tense and shocked, San was loving it. His body instantly relaxed, and his hand lowered to your waist, where his thumb drew circles on. 

 The male pressed his cock harsher against you and chuckled.

  “Did you wake me up to tell me how much you liked it?”

  You let out a deep sigh at the contact.

  “S-shut up San...” You whispered.

  San’s cheeky hand played with the waistband of your panties, under your shorts. His fingers found their way under your underwear and teased your clit.

  “Hm, is that any way to talk to me? You must not want to cum then...”

  You moaned and laced your leg over his, giving him all the access he needed.

  San kissed the back of your neck and left a couple of light bites as his fingers moved down your core to find your entrance. 

  They remained immobile however, waiting to hear you pitiful begs. 

  “Sannie... Please do something...”

  Two of his digits entered you and moved in and out of your hole excruciatingly slow. 

   “Something like this baby?” He asked, teasingly.

  You groaned and nodded slowly. San bit your earlobe and sped up the pace of his fingers substantially. 

  Your hand moved to grip his wrist, desperately needing to hold onto something. The way his fingers moved and felt inside you was as if he’d done this countless times.

  When he felt you clench around him, San removed his fingers and inserted them in his own mouth. You glanced over your shoulder, watching as he licked his digits clean, taking all the time in the world to taste you.

  You bit your lip at the sight and exhaled deeply.

  San gripped your jaw and connected his lips with yours, violently. His hands messily pulled down whatever pieces of clothing were still between the two of you.

  You moaned a little too loud into the kiss when you felt his cock hit your ass. He pulled away from the kiss after tugging on your bottom lip with his teeth. His lips formed a smirk and he kissed you cheek as he positioned himself at your entrance, his tip almost buried inside you.

   “Can I?” He asked.

  You found it cute how he asked when you had almost begged for him, but you still nodded and pursed your lips tightly, not wanting to wake up any of the other boys.

  San grabbed your thigh and lifted it slightly, so he’d thrust into you with more ease.

  His hips moved slowly at first, pulling only half of his length in and out of you, but when he saw your own hips move faster against his, begging for more, he couldn’t handle going slowly anymore. 

  San’s hand gripped your thigh harsher, and his fingers were sure to be marked the next day. His other hand wrapped around your throat and applied some pressure on it. 

  Your small whimpers fueled him to smash deeper and faster into you.

   “You take my cock so well pretty baby...” He whispered in your ear.

  Your eyes rolled back into your skull at the praise and a broken whimper left your lips. San smirked and accentuated the pressure on your throat.

   “You like that, hm? You like it when I tell you how good your tight little hole is?”

  You were biting your lower lip so hard that you could now taste the blood. You could only nod at his words. 

  At every lewd praise that fell from his lips, you could feel your orgasm come closer and closer.

  “Sannie I-I’m going to cum...” You announced as best as you could, through pants and moans. 

  San’s hips thrust harder into you at that.

  “Cum on my cock baby, come on, I want to feel you around me.”

  You slapped your hand into your mouth and closed your eyes tightly. Your toes curled as your walls clenched around him in a way that drove him crazy. 

  You came hard on his length and your very loud moan was muffled by your hand.

  “F-fuck...” He whispered.

  You could hear how hard he was ramming into you by the filthy skin-slapping sounds, and if he hadn’t cum inside you almost right after, you were sure you’d climax once more.

  San pulled out of you with a curse and you felt his spunk leak out of your hole. The man noticed how tired you were, so he pulled both of your clothing back up, and pulled you closer to him once more.

  The man kissed your temple and chuckled.

   “Let’s sleep well now, ‘kay?”   

[boys-from-santacarla]

can I request a David X Michael smut? if you're not comfortable then I totally understand :)

Notes: Ok, so first off: thank you so much for your request🤍. Second: this is my very first time writing a one shot about these boys, so I came up with this because I'm sure David's kink is to watch Michael hunt, so I tried my best. I don't know if this is what you were expecting, but I really really hope you like it 🤞🏻❤️. I accept feedback, writing advices, constructive criticism 😂, and more comments you want to let me know! I'm sorry you had to wait so much, btw, but I'm new on editing long posts on Tumblr.

Word Count: 1461

Warnings: NSFW, cursing, mentions of murder, mentions of blood, blowjob, handjobs, and basically just gay vampires.

Fast Learner (David x Michael)

They were on their way back to the cave. It had been four months since his turning, so by now the things coming with being a vampire were already accepted by Michael. But the midnight killings were still hard to get used to.

"You were good tonight, Michael." David commented interrupting his moral dilemma and sliding his arm over his shoulders. He tried to smile kindly and accepted the embrace.

"He says that 'cause he wants to get in your pants!" Paul joked from behind.

Everyone laughed and David gave him the finger, only increasing the laughs from the others.

"But he's right, Mike." Dwayne's deep voice added "You were better this time." Michael only nodded.

They quickly walked down the stairs and everyone went separate ways to get ready to catch some rest. Mike had some plans to get clean and prepare to get back home, but before he could totally get away from David's grasp, the blonde applied more force to keep him in place.

"Where you think you're going?" He asked amused.

"The sun's getting out and I still need to go home." He reminded him in an obvious tone. It was hard to maintain his normal life and keep up with his nocturnal schedule.

David's eyebrows raised up "Don't you think you'll need to look more... Normal?" He said grinning referring to his blood-soaked clothes. "Mom Emerson never told you to get clean after going out to play?" He laughed a little.

Mike decided to play clown too "So that's the only reason I'll need to delay my fly back? Get decent to go out?" He snapped back and bit his lip watching the other's mouth. David's eyes sparkled in delight. Straight to the point was his thing. So It didn't took more than three seconds to place Michael between his cold body and the wall with his hungry lips ravishing him.

He kept his fists on Michael's shirt, grinding his hips against the other boy to give his cock some needed friction.

"You really did good out there tonight. Making those pricks scream..." He whispered, lightly brushing the other's lips with his words. He stucked his tongue out and marked a wet path from jaw to cheekbone, then made a trail to the lobe and bit it. "Gave me a memorable show". He would never admit it out loud, but seeing Michael participate so vividly in their huntings always turned him on.

"I think I've learned from the best." Whispered the brunette while sliding his hands from David's waist to his ass. Then he took possession of the exposed neck with his teeth and tried to place a mark. David moaned and took hold of Michael's clothed cock to control his body and switch places. Now with him in between the wall and Mike, their kissing got rapidly messy, with both nibbling and sucking any exposed area. And Michael swore if he wasn't his new self, he would now be hot all over.

"But still you make a mess of yourself" David separated his mouth from the collarboone in mid attack and yanked the blood stained shirt. Michael knew he was right; it was normal to get back from their hunting with some blood on them, but not this much. So he put some inches of separation between them to lift his shirt and tossed it aside.

"Better this way?" He asked smirking.

"Yeah." David breathed taking in sight the defined pecs and strong abdomen. Wasting no more time he took hold of Michael's right hand and pulled it to his bulge. "Your technique at sucking still needs improvement tho."

"And you're volunteering to let me practice?" Mike replied almost in awe.

"Always"

Michael have him one last hot kiss, roughly biting his mate's lower lip at the end, and began his way down. His cold hands roamed David's belly underneath his shirt, sensually caressing his abdomen. The only thing the newly turned vampire hated about giving David head was the struggle with so many layers of clothes.

"Why don't you ever take this fucking coat off anyway? You're too cold?" Michael grumbled half joking, never taking his hands off.

"You're testing your luck, you know that?" If he was someone else, he would definitely be far gone by now, David thought.

But at least he was doing a great job.

Settling on his knees, he got to his target. He pressed his face to the already fat bulge and wetly kissed the thick layer of fabric. Then he slowly unzipped it and took it out of its confines, earning a low moan and two hands starting to stroke his soft curls.

Before going any further he looked up and saw David's head leaned on the wall with his eyes half closed. He grinned in contentment, feeling a mix of amusement, excitement and happiness realizing the power he had over this creature in vulnerable moments like this.

He took in one hand the cock before him and David inahled a sharp breath when it was softly squeezed at the base. This was followed by a leisure lick from the bottom to the top. As if savouring it for the first time, Michael gave it a couple of more tastes to then take the crown in his mouth, smacking his lips when he pull it out.

"Fuck, Michael" David breathed.

"That can come later" Mike answered and resumed his work putting the crown in his mouth again, this time giving it shelter a few more seconds before taking it deeper in his mouth. To cover the part left behind he moved his hand to massage it in rhythm with his mouth, and with the other hand he fondle his balls to gently roll and weigh them.

David kept moaning in appreciation, putting some pressure on Mike's skull and tugging at some strands to keep control of the pace, bobbing the head at his pleasure.

Without any more control in himself, David cradled the head with his palms pressing both cheeks and began to frantically fuck Michael's mouth.

"Shit. I love you can handle this" he praised while moving his thump to open more the wet cavity. His panting went wild as well as his movements, causing Michael to give up and just relax his throat to take as much as David gave him.

"Michael you keep it like that and I'm coming soon." David said and then stopped his fucking. He whined and pulled out dripping cock. "Get up" he ordered. Michael obligued and tried to gain some balance putting his hands on David's waist.

"You got big hands, babe." David mentioned "Why don't you work them on us." He commanded unbuckling Michael's jeans while Mike himself spitted on his palm to add slickness. When Michael's dick sprung free, he brought their hardnesses together. The touch made them both gasp, but in search for more Mike took both cocks more firmly in his right hand and changed his angle a bit to fit them correctly in the grasp.

Both moaned feeling their swelled dicks move together, and David said, controlling his tone to not sound pleading "Move."

And Michael began the strokes. At first he struggled to keep both cocks in his hand, so he adjusted his fingers to handle them better and began to catch velocity.

Michael started to feel dizzy with pleasure. With the adrenaline from the hunting still flowing through his veins, the sexual act felt even more powerful. So he put his head on David shoulders and moaned louder. "Damnit." He squeezed harder on their cocks.

"Yes. Yes. Just like that, babe." David panted in his ear. He then took hold of his neck with one hand and licked the other to lubricate it before moving it down to help make a better hold on themselves. They both began trusting in matched tempo, seeking their mutual release. They keep thrusting as brutally as they could.

Moments past before Michael whined, signaling his closeness "Oh, god. God, Im gonna come! I'm gonna-" he groaned and lost control of himself, spurting his load, getting both their hands and bellies sticky. The excitement making his body loose made his fangs come out, biting David's shoulder while spasming.

With Michael's hand reflexing involuntarily, and David's hand milking the last of him with hard strokes, David came too, sighing satisfied with relief. After a few recovering moments he noticed Michael's hand had fallen, breaking the contact on the now resting organs, but still felt the fangs cutting through his rough skin. Albeit not hurt, he protested the injury trying to catch his lover's attention clearing his throat. When Michael didn't respond, he tried again taking a deep breath and speaking "I still need to teach you to control those." He then smiled

Michael chuckled.

[the-melting-world]

Strength | Side A: "Sol"

art by @ ligiawrites

~ In which a secretive barhand tames many beasts at once...

The Trio Appearances: Kipling | Khleo | Ozy

Arcana LI appearances: Asra | Nadia | Lucio | Valdemar

Track Origins: “Sol” by Blanco White

Not sure if this is the right track? The full album can be found here: Strength

Khleo is Non-binary and uses she/they pronouns interchangeably

cw: descriptions of monsters

~ 2.8k words

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Ozy and Kip waited anxiously on a grated walkway in the framework. Just below them was the chamber of Rooms that they had created to hold the monsters who brought darkness with them wherever they went.

“Do you think that maybe we should go down there and check up on her?” Kip asked, holding Taro tightly enough that the lemur had started to squirm. She looked down at where Ozy was sitting with one of his legs dangling over the side of the bridge.

Ozy turned to Abaco, who was perched comfortably on his shoulder. The bird gave a little hop and ruffled his feathers. Finally, Ozy glanced down at the Room and said, “I think we should wait for Khleo to let us know when it’s okay to come inside.”

Kip nodded in agreement, but her eyes were distant. Ozy turned his gaze back to her and shifted a little. He held out his arm and beckoned her over.

“Kipling. Come here.”

Soon Kip was sitting beside Ozy, under his arm. She let her legs dangle over the edge too as she leaned into him. It wasn’t often that they shared this sort of affection, but Kip had always found Ozy’s bright citrus scent and the sound of his chirping beads quite comforting.

“I have faith in Khleo mostly because of you, Kip. I’m sorry if my anxiety kept me from expressing my gratitude, but… thank you for talking to them. For helping them rest.”

Kip reached up to scratch the five o’clock shadow clinging to Ozy’s jaw. “You did most of the talking, coz. You told Khleo everything they needed to hear exactly when they needed to hear it. You showed them the moments from our past that I was too scared to show them myself.”

Ozy sighed and chuckled against Kip’s ticklish fingernails. “I worried myself silly trying to get the timing right. Confrontation only works when the time and the place is appropriate. You know I’ve always struggled with that in the past.”

Now Kip was tugging on Ozy’s ghost lock. “You’ve gotten so much better at it though.”

Before Ozy could respond, a voice called out to both of them. Ozy and Kip got to their feet and looked around. It wasn’t long before they realized that the voice was coming from inside the Room.

“They’re asking us to open the Doors,” Kip whispered.

Because there were eight of them total and they were all very heavy, Ozy and Kip had to work together to create an opening into the chamber. Once they could both look down inside the Room, the umbras were taken aback by all of the darkness that had been replaced with an usual sort of light. Soft, multicolor beads of brightness moved about the room languidly, as if alive.

It took them a moment to realize that the lights made up the anatomies of the individual monsters. Many were drakelike, but there were also furrier, multi-headed beasts and cloven, multi-eyed creatures.

Khleo walked into view, holding a juvenile in her arms. This one had the head of a foal, the body of an eel, and a large, cyclopic eye. Khleo cradled them in one arm and stroked their head with the other. She looked up at her friends and smiled.

“It’s safe. You can come down.”

The barhand let the strange chimera slither out of her arms and undulate away on the absent breeze. Even though Khleo seemed completely in control, Kip and Ozy still looked about warily at the slow-moving, bioluminescent creatures patrolling the space.

Khleo escorted the two of them around, explaining the nature of the monsters and how they all answered to one queen. The queen selected Rooms to lay her eggs in the walls and shut them off in darkness so that she can protect her nest in relative peace.

Inevitably, Ozy started up with his questions. “Did the queen try to attack you?”

Khleo nodded calmly. Without elaborating, she brought them over to the largest of the beasts. When they were close enough, she held out her hand to signal Ozy and Kip to keep their distance. Only after Khleo knelt to where the queen was resting, did she explain, “They’ve all got a sensitive spot somewhere on their bodies.”

Khleo snuck her hand under what Ozy and Kip presumed was the head of the queen and scratched until the great thing lifted her horned skull and yawned.

“See?”

It was hard to pay attention to what Khleo was referring to, what with the unraveling of the queen’s three crooked rows of nested jaws and green, pimpled tongue. But below her maw of shards and behind her fluffy goatee was a layer of veined, membranous meat. It pulsed fleshy blends of red and pink light.

As soon as Ozy and Kip got a good look, Khleo closed the goatee curtain and stroked the queen back to sleep.

“If you can reset the leader’s buttons, the others will follow. It’s just a matter of finding the weak spot and getting close enough to apply the right sort of pressure.” Khleo stood up. “But I also think that snapping them out of that state helps them recognize my scent better.”

Ozy crossed his arms and nodded. “The beasts must think you’re one of them. It’s the only explanation for why they aren't attacking Kip and me right now.”

Khleo’s face was one of acceptance, but they still shrugged and asked, “Why, though?”

Kip spoke up. “Your patron’s blessing. It has to be. It must not be something that you can see or touch, but the creatures living in the walls can feel it.”

Khleo considered this as they approached the two of them. They looked at Kip first and then up at Ozy.

“So now what?”

The excitement was back in Ozy’s murky hazel eyes. He drew up Khleo’s wrist and studied her knuckles, which were bruised from driving them into the queen’s weak spot.

“We’ll need to get you some gauntlets later, but this means that now… we can make shortcuts.”

****

~ The Palace ~

After releasing the subdued monsters into the framework, Ozy carved a pathway back to the Palace for the three of them. Khleo wasn’t all that surprised to find Asra and Nadia waiting for them in the reception hall with Hefe’s head resting in the Countess’ lap. What did catch them off guard was the sight of Basil, who they hadn’t seen since he helped them escape their blood curse.

Kip went to greet Asra and Ozy was preoccupied with Nadia. Hefe approached Khleo first, gently encouraging her to speak candidly with Basil.

When Basil hugged Khleo, she was relieved to sense no bitterness or anger in his touch.

“I’m sorry I kept so many things from you,” Khleo rasped. “It was the last way I could… protect what little I had–”

Basil shook them. “Gah! Khlee, stop. I know.” He pulled back, trying to blink the shine out of his clear blue eyes. “You don’t need to explain. Just… read this. It’s for you.”

The mixologist retrieved an envelope from his pocket. He opened it for Khleo before handing them the contents. Khleo held the documents up and read them slowly. Then they reread them. Again. And again.

Ozy and Kip didn’t notice that Khleo had taken off running through the Palace until Nadia brought it to their attention.

By the time Ozy caught up to Khleo, they were already hurdling themself over the Palace gates. He only managed to keep up with the help of the Doors, phasing him in and out of Khleo’s reality.

When Ozy asked if Khleo intended to run all the way to the Chandrian by foot, the barhand panted, “How the hell else am I supposed to get there? I still can’t open Doors!”

A new presence appeared in between the two umbras.

< Get on my back, cub. >

Ozy grinned before opening a Door and disappearing altogether. Khleo didn’t stop running, but they shot Hefe a suspicious look. The lion blew a puff of frustrated air.

< You’ve done it before. How else would you have reached your own gate in the past? >

Still uncertain, but curious to see what would happen, Khleo reached over and grabbed the scruff of Hefe’s neck without breaking their stride. Then in one swift maneuver, they mounted their familiar’s back and tucked their legs neatly against Hefe’s sides.

The lioness picked up speed, bounding faster over the cobblestones of the Heart District until a Door exploded into existence before them. Khleo’s heart leaped as Hefe carried them through the Door and into a tunnel of rotating seawater. Ozy was on the other side, closing the Door behind them as the barhand and their lion sailed away.

~ Hefe… you’re glowing! ~

Even in her mind, Khleo didn’t have the words to describe all that she was seeing. Hefe crossed the astral planes as if she had been born there. Her pale creamy coat shimmered and kicked up a snowy dust-storm all around them.

As they traveled the framework, their presence drew in any nearby beasts. Creatures that would have otherwise camouflaged themselves were now flanking Hefe’s heels and undulating languidly past Khleo’s shoulders.

Kipling came into view shortly thereafter, holding open a Door that dropped Khleo off directly in front of the Chandrian. As soon as Hefe landed on solid ground and slid to a stop, Khleo took off again, not bothering to wait for her friends.

The barhand had so many questions as she shoved open the doors to the tavern – her tavern. The other barhands were there to greet her, including Basil. They congratulated her, poured her two – three hefeweizens and shoved one mug after the other against her chest.

There was so much excitement, it was clear that questions had no place here. Not now. When things had settled somewhat, Kip came to wrap her arms around Khleo from behind. The gardener balanced her chin on Khleo’s shoulder and kissed them on the cheek.

“It’s not your beer garden, but it’s a step.”

Khleo swallowed the words she didn’t have with the help of the beer in her hand. She took a breath and looked around at the rejoicing still going on in her tavern hall. The fiddles were out, people were on the tables moving and twirling. The only stillness in sight were a couple of patrons calmly dining at a booth towards the back of the hall.

“Those two women over there have been waiting this whole time,” Kip whispered. “I think one of them wants to talk to you.”

Khleo shot Kip a perplexed look as she kissed them fondly on the cheek one final time and lifted the mug out of their hands. Kipling’s hand then came to the small of their back and gave them an encouraging push.

Khleo didn’t know what to expect as they wandered over to the booth. They were sure that they had never met the first woman. However, they recognized her deep brown skin and warm garnet eyes. Because the second woman who finally turned around in her seat happened to have them too.

Khleo froze.

“Mir?”

Her old coworker smiled radiantly as she got to her feet. There was something she was holding in her arms. Wrapped up in blankets and so small, Khleo could hardly believe the obvious.

There were words of deep gratitude exchanged, as well as warm affection, but all Khleo could focus on was the round, slumbering face. The tiny fingers and tinier fingernails.

“She’s so small.”

Samira laughed because for a moment, Khleo truly looked as if she feared the blanket would swallow the infant whole. Giving her strong arms a playful nudge, Samira asked, “Wanna hold her?”

Khleo had never held anything or anyone so awkwardly in her whole life. Just minutes ago she was rocking chimeras to sleep, but now her arms felt damn near useless when it came to deciding how best to snuggle Samira’s baby against her.

“What’s her name?”

Samira, who was close enough to save Khleo should she need it, whispered, “Lily... It means: she’s gonna grow.”

She lifted her eyes to meet Khleo’s. The two shared a smile before shining their happiness back on the little one.

****

~ Not Long After ~

Khleo was at her gate, standing in a field of wildflowers at the bottom of a hill. She had tried to run to the top of that hill so many times before.

She tried again.

Like before, the muscles in her legs burned as her heels dug into the earth, kicking up enchanted daisies on the way. Her arms fought air resistance as they pumped harder and harder.

Drive. Drive!

Khleo zig-zagged to sidestep the pressure of gravity trying to hold her back. The top of the hill came into view faster than it ever had before. But Khleo was not stopping or slowing down. Her breath came out energized rather than labored.

And she leaped...

Khleo’s feet never did make contact with the peak of that hill. Instead, her momentum took over the mound.

Beyond.

.

.

.

Khleo found Kipling resting in the flowers, scratching lines of new poetry into her journal. The barhand gently interrupted the gardener and encouraged her to rise to her feet.

“C’mere. I wanna show you something.”

When Khleo had led Kipling a good distance from the rest of their friends that had joined them in the realm, they called forth something from the framework. Something from their past.

Kipling gasped at the sight of a shimmering ocean drake coasting like a sentient ribbon down from the clouds.

“Remember?” Khleo asked with a smile, waving the drake over in their direction. “From when we used to ride our bikes to and from the market?”

Khleo directed the sea drake from their childhood to revolve around themself and Kip in an infinite loop. The creature fanned out their webbed frill and tail, sweeping up more of the glistening flowers. It flew in a tight circle around Khleo and Kip, giving them no choice but to come together chest to chest.

Khleo tilted Kip’s face up by her chin and kissed her.

“So that day, in the caves… the day the Door took me…”

Kip’s breath hitched. “I remember.”

Khleo dismissed the lumps in her throat. “Well there was something I wanted to tell you.” She glanced down at Kip’s necklace. “It was too hard for me to say back then. And it’s still hard, but…”

The sea drake passed in the background, twisting once in midair, the rest of its body snaking into the rotation like a wave passing through a column of seawater.

“Some things never change, I guess. Still, I wanted to say this.” Khleo breathed in deeply. “I loved you so much back then, Kip.” They placed a kiss on her forehead. “Just as I love you now. As I always will. As it should be.”

Kip found that even as Khleo kissed her through her tears, she could not speak. Even though she had screamed her feelings for Khleo inside those very same caves, she could barely whisper them now.

This was strange for someone like her, for whom words flowed like water and blossomed out like flowers. But Khleo understood what that was like, so they kissed Kip through her tearful wordlessness.

They closed their eyes and purred knowingly and in plain happiness when Kip hugged Khleo for all she was worth, buried her face along the side of their neck and worked her lips into a soundless confession.

Khleo’s body was sensitive enough to feel the truth. They soaked up the love — the years and years of love — enough to make them wish they could open their throat and roar.

And then… the moment came when it was time for Khleo to be alone in their realm with their lion and their patron.

Their friends, Kipling, Ozy, Nadia, Asra – and their familiars, all left.

Khleo stood in the place where they were reborn, listening to the wind blowing over the fields. They had never done this before, but the next move came so naturally to them.

Strength watched from the top of one of the hills, her red headscarf drawn down by her shoulders and her rough curls catching wind and daisies.She watched Khleo walk over to their golden throne and take a seat there. She watched Hefe softly approach and curl up by Khleo’s ankles.

Khleo got comfortable and snug before closing their eyes and breathing in long and deep. She had a thought, which yielded a glass mug to materialize in her hand. Beer collected and bubbled up to the top until foam was spilling out onto her knuckles. But the barhand didn’t break her relaxation to lick up the mess. She would see to it later.

For now she was calm. Not like the tall woman in the background watching over her. Not even like the great, pale lioness resting at her feet.

All of Khleo’s calmness and control came from within.

[cheswirls]

[ i rly wanted to write smth for them that was short n quick n then i thought ‘oh bt what abt this small supporting cast’ and then it grew a lil but its still a short oneshot tho longer than intended.. anyway, heres kurosemi. no knowledge of to aru is necessary for comprehension. ]

“this plant smells good.”

semi knows exactly what plant kuroo is referring to, because it’s the only semblance of one in the quad. “what? that plant is fake.”

“oh?” kuroo pauses, bending down to sniff again, semi doesn’t know. “did you spray it with something or . . ?”

he stops writing when his hand jerks, a stray line of red ink stretching two centimeters farther than it should. his head snaps up away from the offending mistake so he can direct his anger in a glare at his research par- affiliate. “stop joking around!”

kuroo’s expression properly adjusts. the slant on his eyebrows is heavy -they’ve become so straight it would be possible to balance small objects on them. semi’s not entirely sure where the analogy comes from, or why he thinks it’s appropriate to the situation, but he doesn’t bother to take it back, even if he’s the only one hearing it.

anyway. kuroo deadpans. complete with a deep frown. he reaches a hand up to pluck one of the daisy’s petals, and it comes off easy, much to semi’s utter shock. “this,” he says, with as little inflection as possible, “is not plastic.”

•

semi devolves into panic, but it’s the first time kuroo has seen the plant, so a bit of explanation is necessary to garner any sympathy. unable to concentrate on anything else, semi moves the thick notebook he’s been scribbling in for the better part of an hour until it falls on the floor, half-buries his face into his ink-stained hands, and starts rambling just loudly and just coherently enough for kuroo to understand.

semi is a workaholic. his one-track mind is on his research. he can’t take care of anything but himself, and barely manages that at times. he’d acquired the house plant as a gag gift, because he couldn’t kill something that was fake. and, true to form, he’d had the daisies for five months without lifting a finger to their care.

five months.

but they were alive.

they were alive in perfect condition.

understandably, after hearing all this, he garners kuroo’s sympathy.

kuroo panics.

•

kuroo tetsurou is born in tokyo. academy city piques his interest, but he can’t see himself being a test subject. he works hard at school, and works hard at university, and only then does he apply for a graduate school inside the walls. purely for research. he is in no way a subject, nor does he desire to be.

semi eita is born in the northern tohoku region. academy city was constructed in the capital of the country before he was born. his interest was fleeting, but a chance encounter his third semester in undergrad changes that. he applies for a research position inside the special ward and is granted the transfer his fifth semester of undergrad. he is not interested in subjecting himself to strange drugs or practices, or in trying to raise his level at all. he’s not an esper.

and yet, somehow, he’s kept a small houseplant alive for five months with absolutely no conscious care. he thought it was fake, for crying out loud. the thing was only good for looking at, and that was only on particularly bad days.

semi eita is stressed.

•

“of course they found out,” kuroo grumbles, looking up to cast daichi a particularly scathing gaze. he reaches across the counter to wrestle the espresso from daichi’s fingers and downs the shot in one go. (the wrestling is not necessary, nor is it true; daichi had been handing him the shot to begin with; he simply took it with a minimum amount of nervous fumbling.) “i haven’t seen him all week.”

daichi retrieves the shot glass and holds on to it, reluctant to refill it. again. “won’t that hold up your research?”

“it already is,” kuroo admits. “not like it matters; not like they care. semi’s an important specimen. they’ll do what they want.”

“and what he wants?”

kuroo casts him another dull look and makes grabby-hands at the shot glass daichi has regrettably refilled. again. he passes it off.

“doesn’t matter much anymore,” kuroo mutters, chucking his shot right after. the words aren’t necessary to say aloud, and yet he does anyway, so daichi figures he must feel a particular sort of way about the whole thing.

•

“i don’t think it’s that bad,” yachi tells him, a couple weeks later. “sure, it can be intense, but it’s a lot of fun, too!” she smiles, sunny, as if contrasting kuroo’s deep-seated scowl. 

but here was the thing about yachi hitoka. she had been here the longest out of any of kuroo’s friends. she went to middle school here. she was level two. her esper powers were, to an average person, out-of-this-world impressive.

here was the thing about yachi hitoka. she’d grown up here. she was a success. she wanted it.

(kuroo thinks about semi, coming home to kuroo’s place instead of his own, eyes rimmed with red and hands shaking and teeth chattering, unable to fathom being alone in the dark and alone in his own thoughts and alone with all the shadows that could morph around him and alone to dwell in the negative emotions and painful memories and dreaded terrors of what was next, next, next-

semi, alone with the daisies to watch him from the corner.)

semi had kept a plant he thought was not real from dying, somehow. being an esper was not a dream of his. developing esper powers was not a desire. subjecting himself to what the city deemed necessary was in no way part of his plan when he showed up several years prior.

yachi hitoka started the power development curriculum at eleven.

semi eita was forced into it at twenty-four.

semi had kept a plant alive; some nights kuroo wished he had never mentioned it.

•

nine knocks come at rapid succession on his front door. kuroo knows this, climbing the stairs to said door, because only one person knocked like that these days.

also, because he had stopped near the top step to watch semi do it, surprised to see him there before kuroo himself, surprised at a lot of things and not surprised at all, all at once

semi is barefoot. today, he’s not breathing in odd intervals. his natural hair is more pronounced at the roots than the last time kuroo had seen him. he appears to be clean-shaven, unlike the last time kuroo had seen him. his eyes are wild, when he finally catches sight of kuroo behind him; his eyes fade to calm, when he finally catches sight of kuroo behind him.

he steps forward, bare feet loud on the floor, and kuroo has him wrapped in a hug before he’s even made it the rest of the way up the stairs. 

(he marvels at how, for just a brief moment, they stand at equal height)

semi never wants to talk about it. kuroo isn’t a therapist, and on some level, doesn’t think he can handle it. doesn’t think he can withstand the boy he loves breaking apart in front of him.

but sometimes semi writes. just as a release for his thoughts. to keep from having them pent up. and it helps, he tells kuroo.

sometimes kuroo reads them. sometimes, even rarer, he’ll read them all the way through.

it’s more of the same, usually. needles and strange drugs and pain pain pain that they insist will fade. electrodes and wires and brain experiments and nerve tests and practical experiments and live tests and plants and small animals and human cells and

semi collapses into kuroo and cries pathetic tears for someone suffering so much. kuroo feels helpless. all he can do is pull the boy he’s in love with close and whisper in his ear things he thinks are comforting. all he can think is that he has to be brave, for them both.

there’s not a name or classification for eita’s esper power.

eita. kuroo pauses on that thought. ah, i see.

kuroo runs his callused fingers through eita’s two-toned, choppy hair. he skims over fresh raises in the skin, tries not to tread too close to skull anymore. eita stiffens but relaxes quicker, burying his face more firmly in kuroo’s chest.

kuroo gets brave, bending close.

“eita,” he whispers. “you’re safe here. no one is taking you from me. you don’t have to grip so tight.”

eita’s grip grows slack, then tightens over the course of kuroo’s words, then releases entirely. he lifts his head, eyes huge and wet and fixed on kuroo and kuroo alone.

“eita,” kuroo says again, raising a hand to cup his face, run a thumb under dried tear tracks. 

eita bends closer, sucks in a breath, releases it against kuroo’s lips.

kuroo acquiesces.

•

“this is a dream,” semi mutters, glancing up from the results again. across the way, kuroo lifts his face from the microscope.

“this is dull.”

semi scoffs. “i meant overall. being here. doing this.” with you, he doesn’t say. “being here,” he says again.

“you’re running out of words.”

“hey.”

kuroo looks up again. semi has that look. the one that makes kuroo want to draw him close, call him ei-

“come over tonight. you haven’t seen my new place yet.”

kuroo hums, pretending to think it over. “got anything exciting?”

“no.” semi snorts. “i’m here all the time. no use in exciting. you’ll be the best thing there.”

the turn of phrase does something to kuroo’s heart that has him agreeing.

• 

kuroo has never called eita eita. 

kuroo is an only child. the one other person he’s ever addressed by their first name is daichi. semi eita is semi eita. research partner. assistant. what have you.

but it brings eita comfort, in a world of suffering, to be called such.

so kuroo calls him eita, and some days he lies and says it will all go back to normal. some days he believes himself when he says everything will be okay.

the daisies sit, unblemished. fresh. alive and well.

eita festers in kuroo’s arms.

•

semi nudges him on the way there. “actually, i have a couple decorations. housewarming things. flowers.”

“oh! that does sound interesting.”

“don’t get your hopes up. it’s all plastic.”

•

one day, eita’s esper ability gets a name:

repair.

kuroo laughs. what irony.

eita laughs, and bends close to suggest a synonym.

kuroo near chokes when he says tetsurou so easily.

[bbbrats]

baby, i don’t feel so good

pairing: idol!jungkook x reader

genre: domestic au, whole lotta fluff, tiny bit of angst, established relationship

rating: 16+

warnings: nothing too bad really, jk is mad at you, cuddling, throwing up, so much fucking domesticated fluff, jk is a really good boyfriend, but no jk is like really fucking mad tho, SO MUCH FLUFF

summary: you didn’t mean to miss the award show, but by god you were sick as hell. and you didn’t mean to miss all of his phone calls and texts, but how were you to reply when you were passed out in the bed with a headache and fever?

A/N: this is just a slight drabble since I got this idea last night. i guess this is a boyfriend!au drabble series cause i’ll be doing the other members as well so hehe ! (this also ended up being longer than I expected so im so sorry)

You were passed out in the sheets, the feeling of sweat sticking to your skin along with your soaked clothes and wet spots on the pillows from your face. Your very flushed and clammy face.

You were so fucking sick.

Eyelids feeling heavy, you threw yourself out of the bed and rushed to the bathroom on wobbly legs, tears falling out of your eyes as you threw up just barely making it to the toilet, the gross and chunky substance coating the pristine white and covering your tongue in bile, only making your stomach clench harder and you sobbed as you felt another wave come up and gush right out of you. This was not fun.

At the moment you didn’t even have the energy to stand, until you heard the front door opening and then slamming shut with a loud BANG, your heart lurching in your chest and stomach tightening at the loud noise. “Y/N!”, you heard your voice being yelled from the living room and connected kitchen. It was your boyfriend, Jungkook. He sounded pissed, and you stood immediately causing a wave of dizziness to slap you across the face hard, yet you pushed through, navigating your way through the poorly lit bedroom and out into the hallway, the edges of your vision blurring as you stepped slowly down the stairs, clutching the railing for dear life.

As you stepped into view, Jungkook’s hands balled and unballed, and you flinched as you felt his fury seeping off him in waves. You had never seen him this mad before, and you were wondering what could’ve possibly happened that could make your sweet bunny boy so furious- oh.

You fucked up.

You knew you fucked up as soon as the thought clicked. 

“The fucking award show”, your mind screamed.

Instantly you started spewing apologies, trying to explain to him why you missed such an important night but he cut you off with a firm snap of your name, and you shut up instantly, legs weakening when he inhales and stares straight into your eyes, his mouth twisted in a angry frown, “Not only did you miss one of the most important nights for me, you didn’t even answer your fucking phone, Y/n!”, he snapped, a scoff leaving his lips when he watched you sway slightly at the brutal tone, “I needed you there for me! That’s your fucking job, in case you didn’t know; to be by my side when I need you”, and your mouth opened and closed repeatedly in fear and guilt. 

In all the four years you’ve been with Jungkook, you’d never missed a thing, and never seen him this pissed off. It hurt you to know that you did this, remembering your voice promising him no matter what that you’d make it. And even when you made that promise a week ago, you were sick. Tears welled in your eyes as he stared at you, unmoving and unwavering in his complete anger. It scared you when Jungkook was mad in general, but at you, it was almost unbearable.

“Can you even answer me”, he screeched, his voice suddenly loud and primal, and it shook you, your mind screaming in pain and the edges of your vision blurring once again. You felt your knees shake, and you whimpered, bringing a hand up to your ear that particularly felt damaged, and you heard the faint laugh come from Jungkook. It was a humorless laugh that struck fear into your heart as you tried not to utterly drop to the floor in a heap of utter pain. 

Everything hurt. Your knees felt weak, your legs felt wobbly, your head was pounding, your stomach churned and twisted until you were doubled over, tears streaming down your face and your lower lip trembling. Not only did you feel like shit on the outside, now you felt like shit on the inside for abandoning Jungkook. 

Across the room, this all looked like you were just crying in disappointment, and it hurt Jungkook but he was just so angry, and he couldn’t help what he said next, “Get away from me, Y/n. Just go, I don’t wanna see your face right now. I need to calm down”, he whispered, his head turning away from your figure. 

The words mixed with the blood rushing in your skull caused you to sob out loud, your body protesting as it whipped around so you could run up the stairs and throw up, but you barely made it to the fourth step before your legs crumpled and you went tumbling back down the stairs. 

Jungkook’s head whipped around in shock as he watched you try to make one final attempt to pull yourself back together and stand up, the edges of your vision blurring one last time before everything went dark and you heard a voice yelling your name, and then nothing.

In horror, Jungkook watched your body limp and hit the table next to you before crumpling to the ground, a slight choking noise coming from you and he rushed over, turning you roughly onto your side to keep you from choking to death. Just as he though, puke started to dribble out of your mouth, and once he was sure ou were finished, he cleaned you up with paper towels and carried you upstairs to the bedroom, his heart tangled in heaps when he realized what was really wrong with you. 

You were so sick. 

His eyes traveled from the sweat damp sheets to the strewn about covers with used tissue and cough drop wrappers, to the faint smell of vomit coming from the bathroom. His gaze then dropped to your limp figure in his arms and his eyes watered, his heart breaking at remembering everything he said to you in his stupid fucking tantrum. 

No wonder you didn’t come. You never missed something, and you were obviously sick as hell. He placed a kiss on your forehead and laid you gently on the couch in the living room before running back upstairs and changing the bed sheets, cleaning up the wrappers and tissue, cleaning the bathroom, and running you a bath in the newly disinfected bath tub, remembering to toss a vanilla scented bath bomb in and going to your shared closet to pick out clothes. 

He choose his favorite basketball shorts and a pair of boxers, choosing to leave his torso uncovered because he knew how much you loved to be held against his warm body, and opting to pick out one of his white tees, some fuzzy socks, and a pair of panties for you. 

After he prepared the bathroom and placed fresh towels near the bathtub, he crept downstairs to see you still passed out, so he walked over and picked you up into his arms again, carrying you back up the stairs and into the bathroom, before stripping you and himself and getting into the tub with you between his legs, your back flush against his chest as he placed butterfly kisses against your skin to wake you up.

Eventually it worked, your form turning in his arms and his heart shattered at the teary eyes staring up at him, “J-Jungoo”, you murmured, your head obviously still swimming and he hushed you, kissing your lips in four quick pecks to silence you further before beginning to wash the front of your body, and then gently sitting you up to wash your back.

After he washed himself and rinsed you both, he pat himself dry and got dressed, and then did the same to you, only deciding to apply vanilla body oil to your skin to keep you soothed, knowing that you loved the smell of it. Once you were rubbed down and dressed, he lifted you into his arms again and walked you over to the bed, sitting you gently in the middle of it before going back to straighten the bathroom back up a bit and hitting the light switch on his way out. 

He sent a boyish smile to your confused features, the flash of his bunny teeth instantly put relief on your face, and your eyes softened and lips pulled into a weaker one. 

Just as he blew a kiss at you, and you caught it of course, the doorbell rang and Jungkook winked before going to answer it. Meanwhile you dug yourself further into the fresh sheets, the cotton rubbing against your bare legs as you let your eye lids slip shut, awaiting for your boyfriend to return. 

Once he did, he came back with three pizza boxes, two bottles of 2 liter Coca Cola, and a bag full of sour gummy candies, chocolate, and other delicacies that you loved. Your eyes immediately looked up at his suggestive face and you laughed softly, lifting your hands and making grabby gestures to get him to come to you, and he did, setting things up and turning the television on Netflix. 

After three Marvel movies, a horror movie, and two comedies, the clock was ticking on 2:45AM, and you were knocked out sleep on the pillows next to him, curled into his side as he stacked up the trash and put it on the floor to toss away in a few hours. Turning the TV off, he pulls the covers up over you both and pulls you against his bare chest, hearing a satisfied sigh leave your lips and he smiled, his heart doing flips as he tried to get to sleep next to the love of his life.

He loved you so much.

[danvrsromanv]

Okay, here’s my writing

Note: Please give me some constructive criticism. And compliments if you want... It’s probably trash tho

I feel my veins pulsing in my arm and my face turning red. Looking at the person across from me, I give them a smirk. “You’re going down,” I cockily say. I apply more strength, pushing the other arm further down to their own side. Bam! The hand touches the bar table! “Haha! Yes! You owe me 10 bucks, man! I won fair and square,” I shout, slurring my words slightly. Cheers go around as the man hands me my money. “Why thank you,” I say, tipping an invisible cowboy hat. I fold the bill and tuck it into my jean pockets. 

Looking up again, there’s a woman with gorgeous, long hair staring down at me. Her brown hair almost touches the table and she’s like 5’11’’ at least. She doesn’t look familiar and it’s a small town, so I greet her with: “Heyo, pretty lady! I’m Carter Bell and welcome to Ripfort.” I stand up and stick my hand out. The lady looks at it, then at me, her purple eyes burning into my skull. It’s as if she can see everything about me. I keep a smile on my face, though I’m worrying that the lady isn’t human. If she isn’t, it technically is my job to kill her but…

The lady grabs my hand, shaking me out of my thoughts. “I’m Lilith,” she responds, an accent of what sounds like an ancient kingdom. Like Thor. “Lilith…” I repeat, giving the gorgeous possibly-demon-lady space to give me her last name. “Just Lilith, darling.” I nod. She’s definitely a demon. Great.

“Okay, Lilith,” I start, “whaddya doin’ here of all places? I mean, Ripfort isn’t exactly a tourist stop. At least according to Yelp.” She shrugs, letting go of my hand. Right… I was holding her hand the whole time. I kinda want it back. For a cold-blooded creature, she’s pretty warm. Never mind, she lives in hell so... “I don’t know, I guess I just wanted to experience something new,” she explains. I nod, a grin starting to spread on my face. 

“How ‘bout an arm wrestle? I bet 5 bucks I win,” I say. Lilith shrugs again. It’s actually really cute. “Sure, why not. I bet 5 bucks I win.” sit back down in my seat and place my arm on the table. She does the same and the once silent crowd cheers louder than ever. “Okay, 5 bucks are given if one wins for both. Arm wrestle between Lilith and Bell starting in 5… 4… 3… 2… 1. Go!” Eve, the bartender and my best friend, announces. Almost immediately, I can tell she’s not trying too hard. Granted, if she did, she wouldn’t just break my arm, she’d break my whole being. Well, at least she’s giving me a chance. I guess that’s nice… which is not normal. At all… they usually want to burn things. What is going on? I guess I should figure it out. Five more seconds and I’ll let her win.

5… 4… 3… 2… 1

I release my grip slightly, she would win eventually anyway. I feel the back of my hand hit the table with a smack only a little softer than the one dude I faced before hit. “Well, it looks like you won, Miss.” I hand her 5 bucks and stand up, once again offering my hand. She takes it without hesitation this time along with the money and pulls me close. 

“I know you loosened up. What a gentlewoman,” she whispers. Being a good 4 inches shorter I look up at her, feeling a shiver-- a real good one though-- run through my spine. I feel my cheeks heat up, but I manage to smile back. Pulling away, she says, “I’ll bring you the rings soon, darling. Maybe the next time we meet.” She turns around and exits the bar, leaving me standing and staring at where she was a second ago. “I… Wow,” I mumble to myself. I shake it off and head to Eve. 

“Y-You noticed she was a demon, right?” I ask her. The blond just nods. “I also noticed that the second she pulled you close you went from having a top-vibe to having a really strong bottom-vibe,” she says with a smirk. I blush at her statement but don’t actually acknowledge it. “Why didn’t she burn the town then? Isn’t that the only thing demons do? Burn and kill?” Once again, Eve nods. “Evelyn Taylor Smith, answer me this one question: why didn’t she burn down Ripfort? It’s not like New York, no one would notice. Ya know, other than the people in Ripfort,” I add. “And why did she mention rings?”

“That’s two questions, but you know what they say, right? Once a demon meets a person who makes them feel something beyond the desire to burn everything to the ground, they should present two rings that will bind their souls together for all eternity.”

“... Sounds pretty extra to me.”

“Yeah, but it’s romantic.”

“But we just met, how… why?” I stammer.“Well, love for Demons is different. They can tell what their relationships are going to be like, so they really only have one significant other,” Eve explains. “And Lilith thinks that that person is me?”

“She doesn’t think, she knows.”

“Okay, let me make this clear. I’m destined to fall in love with the one species I was told to kill?” I ask, my voice going up an octave as I speak. My friend nods her head, a smirk on her face. “Great. Splendid. Amazing,” I exclaim, a high, squeaky voice taking the place of my normal one. “What the fuck am I gonna do?!” Eve looks at me as if I had a dick growing out of my forehead. “Whaddya mean what are you gonna do? You’re not going to do anything different. It’s not like your destiny is gonna change, hun.” I groan. “Why couldn’t I kick the beautiful lady out of the bar,” I moan. Evelyn just laughs. “Wow, it’s so bad that you’re going to fall in love with a complete hottie,” she replies. “Sarcasm noticed, Eve. Thanks. You’re going to be a big help.” The girl just smiles cheekily at me and I roll my eyes playfully in response.

“But for real, I’m gonna get fired from the most illegal job in the world. Then I’ll be completely broke and I won’t be able to repay my debt to this town,” I sigh. Eve softens as she sighs along with me. She wraps me in a hug and I sink into it. “I know, babe, I know. But honestly, I think the town has forgiven you. I mean, they all love you here at Chubby’s.”

“Yeah, but Chubby’s is full of misfits. I don’t know about the rest of the town. I mean, I did bring the supernatural to this formerly quiet town. Now everyone lives in fear.”

“That wasn’t actually your fault, you know that right?” Eve comforts. I face her with a look that says ‘I’m pretty sure it was’. “It wasn’t. You were four. You could barely form memories, much less plan the destruction of Ripfort,” the blond reassures.“Then why do I feel like it’s my fault?”

“Because you put too much pressure on yourself, hun. Nobody blames you anymore,” Eve says. “Except for that one asshole, Todd,  but he hates everyone,” she adds with a chuckle. I nod sluggishly. “I guess you’re right.” My best friend nods curtly. “I know I am, it’s me.” I chuckle lightly.

“Thanks, Smith. You know how to make me feel better.” I smile.

“No problem, Bell. You’d do the same.” She smiles back. We separate and she gets back to work, leaving me on the couch behind the bar. My grin gets bigger as I see Eve talking to the customers. I really do love the tiny bartender. I sigh in relief, pushing the whole demon-lady-in-love-with-me problem to the back of my mind. I’ll just focus on what I have right now. A supportive friend and--

“Drinks!” 

The voice is loud and deep, and there’s a familiarity to it. I stand up off the couch and walk out in front of the bar. I stand on my tip-toes and squint past the crowd of people near the person the voice belongs to. “Mike?” I ask aloud. Suddenly, the talking stops as the crowd splits, revealing my brother. “Hey, little bell!” he replies. My mouth dries up at the nickname. “I-- How-- You were dead,” I mutter. “H-how are you here?” My brother’s eyes cloud slightly at the mention of death. “Yeah, mom tried to kill me but didn’t manage. She waited too long, should’ve killed me before I was bigger than her. But how are you, sis? I haven’t seen you since you were about yay tall,” he says with a warm grin, showing my height only 3 feet above the ground. I feel my eyes start to tear up. “You were dead,” I say again. “I didn’t have a brother for 16 years of my life. I-I had to grow up without you. And now you’re here and--” I don’t finish before I start bawling. I can feel myself fall to the ground but I continue to focus on the tears streaming down my face. I hear Mike walk towards me and kneel down. I feel strong arms wrap around me and I sink into the second hug of the night. “I’m sorry, little bell. I know I wasn’t here to see you growing up, but I’m here now. And I’m here to stay. I’m not going anywhere, I promise.” I take a deep breath and hiccup a little, because of the tears or alcohol, I don’t know. All I know is that I want to stay like this forever.