Okay So Because Of This

L u s t n e e d e d j u s t i c e !

I'm not sure where to take it from here though, so the next part, if there will be one, might take a while.

"The Confrontations."

Part three of the Affairs.

Lust looked in the mirror. His brother as off somewhere. God he could really use someone. But he had to do this alone.

He walked out the house and called his husband. "Lust?" Error asked. He sounded tired. Lust steadied himself. "I need to talk to you." Lust said. "Um, Okay? Should we-" but Error was cut off. "In thirty minutes at the park." Lust said. He hung up the phone. He had a look of determination on his face. "You can do this." Lust said to himself. He smiled.

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Cross's jaw was dropped and he stared at Nightmare. Nightmare blushed a lavender, him being in his passive form and all. He gave a grin at his husband. He nodded and put a hand over the front of his spine.

Cross closed his mouth. Cross started to cry. "Honey are you okay?" Nightmare asked. Cross nodded. "I'm just so-so happy." Cross said through tiny sobs. He was overjoyed. Cross hugged Nightmare. "I love so so so much." Cross said, his head resting on Nightmare's shoulder.

"I love you too."

"My moon."

"My...X?.... No that sounds like I'm calling you my ex-"

Cross giggles. "We'll figure it out."

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Error looked at the surrounds, waiting for Lust to arrive. Lust walked up to Error. "Error." Lust said firmly. "Hey." Error said. He had a feeling he knew what this was about. "I want a divorce."

Error looked relieved. "I do to. And I'm sorry for how I treated you, it's just that you're the only one who ever shows me affection and I thought I loved you and then i treated you how i was treated, and i know it was wrong, and I cheated, and I'm sorry. I can get the papers and you don't owe me anything."

Lust furrowed his eyebrows. He smacked Error hard. "I've known for a while now. And I agree. I don't owe you anything."

Error winced and looked away in shame.

He nodded. "It'll take a couple of months to get a divorce, as I'm sure you know, so uh...."

"I'll pack my bags and move back in with my brother where I've been staying for the past week."

Error nodded. "If you need any-"

"I don't need your help."

Error nodded. Lust turned away, pride on his face and he walked off. Error sighed. He texted Ink

'I'm getting divorced in two months.'

(So where I live it takes 60 days to get divorced if there ARENT children.)

'How'd it go?' Ink asked.

"Not awful, I only got slapped.'

'Did you apologize like I told you to?'

'Yes, Squid.'

'You did the best you could, Glitchy.'

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Lust went to his shared house with Error and started packing his bags. He did it. He was so excited. He'd call his brother when he was done packing.

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"Are you done?" Nightmare asked his husband. "I'm jUsT sO hApPy."

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It's short but I was just really excited to get my ideas out LUST WILL HAVE HIS JUSTICE SERVED

@nightmarexcross

Sorry I killed(autocorrect: kissed) mod error lmao

Oh my god I feel the exact same way I would absolutely die if anyone knew IRL found out about what I like and the stuff I've made. I love the fandoms to death but I hate the feeling of being judged.

Are you going to continue whit youre ask blog of dhmis? ;-;

I wasn't going to answer this, but I figured you guys deserve one.

I've tried to get back into DHMIS so many times. Although I love the original source material to death, it's the fan base I absolutely cannot stand.

I have met some great friends through that fandom, but I've also met people who really wrecked up any positive association I had left with the fandom.

That's not to say I'll delete the blog or whatever, but I might just stop. Maybe if I get another hyperfixation cycle I could do more in the future, but nothing long term. The blog really helped me get through the first two years of highschool, but it has since gone downhill.

I find the blog a little... embarrassing now?? Like. If some of my friends found out I run/ran a DHMIS ask blog I think I would legit pass away. I know cringe culture is dead or whatever, but it's still very deep within me. Cringe culture has left scars that may never heal.

I don't like thinking about it much anymore. I don't think it's in "trigger territory" just yet, but it still gives me not-so-good memories. Like I said, I'll still adore the original DHMIS series but I rather not participate in the fandom all that much anymore.

that one fucking meme

please reblog, it spreads my work. commissions are open!

*drags myself out of the grave to give you tommy content*

Part 2!

Part 1 here.

Slightly content warning for the beginning. Just a little shirt lifted is all.

[This was inspired by some events based on what happened today with my friend on my birthday and also I'm writng this with her-]

[Written on July 1st-July 3rd]

Cross sat down on the swing. No no, not a swing set. But one of those couch swings that are expensive. He liked the swing Nightmare had at the castle. Cross pushed his feet on the pavement and pushed the swing.

He looked at sky. It was hot outside. Like a toaster or oven. Nightmare came out side, his tentacles melting even more in the heat. He came next to Cross and sat next to him on the swing.

Cross blinked. He didn't think and laid down, his head on Nightmare's lap. Cross closed his eyesockets.

Nightmare didn't protest. He felt his goop drift off of him, him going into his passive form. He relaxed.

"When I was younger, my daddy told me, I would never, never amount to nothing special, he'd come at me from every angle. He'd say, "you're the last thing I want, and the last thing I need. How'm I gonna answer when my friends tell me, my son... was kissing boys in the streets. My son, was kissing boys in the streets." Cross sang, relaxed and content. He didn't mind that Nightmare was even there. He felt comfortable about Nightmare.

Maybe he did like the king after all. Maybe Killer and Lust were right.

Cross was just singing random lines from songs.

"My mama told told me it was okay, she said that it was quite alright, our lind of people have a bed for anight, and it was okay." He sang softly. He exhaled.

"Mom, I'm so sorry for forgetting what you taught me... "My son.." we played piano... "I taught you piano." You would put your hands on mine. "You changed the melody everytime." I would always change the line. "Shh, I know I know." I would always change the line. "I know I know. Un deux trois quatre cinq six Sept huit neuf." Un deux trois quatre cinq six Sept huit neuf. "Good. Un deux trois quatre cinq six Sept huit neuf." Un deux trois.... "Sept hit neuf-... Sept huit.. Sept huti!"

[Google translate says:

One two three four five six Seven eight nine. "One two three four five six Seven eight nine." Good. One two three four five six Seven eight nine. "One two three ...." Seven eight nine -... Seven eight .. Seven eight! "]

Cross let out a shuddering breath as finished the song lyrics. A tear rolled down his cheeks. But he didn't cry.

"You and words obbsed with your legacy, your sentences border unsenseles, and you are paranoid in ever paragraph..." He tried not to cry. Nightmare looked down at Cross. He smiled a bit. He kissed Cross lightly, not letting him say anymore. Cross kisses back as tears fell from his eyesockets.

Nightmare pulled away. And they just stayed there for a while. Not saying anything. But they enjoyed the time they had together.

Cross fell asleep soon after. Nightmare sighed and forced himself into his corrupted form and picked Cross up with his tentecles. He walked inside the castle.

And that was it. That's the end. Their lives arent ours, and we dont get to know what happens. Maybe they got married, had a few kids. Or maybe they stayed friends. Maybe the went their separate ways. Maybe they got married and divorced later in life. Maybe one died. Maybe they both died. Or maybe it all worked out.

I guess we'll never know.

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I HAD TO CHANGE SOMETHINGS I WANTED TO DO BECAUSE I WANTED TO GET IT OUT ON TIME-

@nightmarexcross

"The affairs."

Does this count as Crossmare Angst? @nightmarexcross

[SwEaRinG]

[Implied (?) Things]

[Inspired by the following songs: Say No To This, Congratulations, Burn, First Burn, Selfish, Bad Girlfriend, Roxanne, I don't need your love.]

Cross stroked the purple skeleton's cheek. The Skelton was wearing a purple jacket, a black crop top underneath. Lust smiled, his heart shaped eyelights glowing.

Cross and Lust had been seeing each other for almost a year without their husbands knowledge.

Yeah that's right. They were both married to other people. Cross married to Nightmare, while Lust was with Error. Lust and Cross would meet alone in the bedroom when ever their husbands were gone.

They had nice times, then they fell in love. They knew it was wrong. Immoral. They truly loved their husbands, but they also loved each other.

'You treat me so much better than Error' Lust said once. 'You love me so much more then Nightmare.' Cross replied.

Cross loved Nightmare a lot. Cross didn't feel loved most of the time. Nightmare wasn't as affectionate as Cross, even if Nightmare did love Cross.

Error on the other hand, didn't love Lust. In fact he too, was having an affair. Lust knew it too. Error didn't trust Lust right.

The first time they ever cheated was when Lust came crying to Cross about Error. Nightmare was on a business trip with Dream.

Cross comforted the smol, held him close and whispered sweet words to him. Lust kissed Cross. Cross had kissed back.

But back to present time. Cross pulled Lust onto his lap and kissed his temple. Lust giggled a bit and kissed Cross's cheek. "How was your week?" Cross asked.

"Error left to "hang out with some friends" and came back drunk. He left this." Lust said and pointed to a faint scar. Cross kissed it, pulled back and frowned. "Yours?" Lust asked back.

"Good. I did some writing. As much as I love Nightmare, I'm glad he left on ANOTHER business trip. Though should be back tomorrow."

"Actually I came home early." A deep voice said. The couple turned to see Nightmare, his cyan eye narrowed, his arms crossed.

Cross sputtered, his eyes widening. Instead of pushing Lust away, he pulled Lust closer. Nightmare gritted his teeth. "In OUR bed? How long has THIS been going on?" Nightmare asked. Lust shivered in fear. Not from Nightmare, but at the thought of what Error would do if he knew about the affair.

Nightmare's fists tightened, waiting for an answer. Cheated. He'd been cheated on! So many thoughts ran through his head.

"A year." Cross said softly. "WHAT?!" Nightmare roared. A year! How could he not have known? Cross yelled back. "No! You can't be mad! You never even loved me! You never say goodnight, or kiss me goodbye! You never ask me how MY day was! You've barely shown any affection towards me! You don't get to be mad! You can't because you never even LOVED ME!"

Cross was in tears. Lust wiped them away and pet the oreo. Nightmare's eye widened. His goop melted off. He was back to his passive form. "You... think I don't love you?" He asked. Nightmare thought for a while. Tears streamed down his face. 'Was it all him?' He thought.

Cross was right. He never said goodnight, or kissed Cross goodbye everytime he left. He never showed Cross much affection.

Nightmare felt his heart break. Cross blinked back more tears seeing Nightmare cry. "I should have left you but I still love you. You're faking it. You don't feel bad. No. No. NO!" He bursted, pushed Lust off of him and ran out the room, knocking Nightmare to the ground.

Lust frowned. He came over to Nightmare and hugged him. "I'm sorry. But he's right. Do you even love him?"

Nightmare sobbed out an, "Of course." Maybe Nightmare didn't deserve Cross. Lust let Nightmare go. "Then go make things right."

Nightmare looked up at Lust.

Cross was outside at the fountain. Nightmare stepped outside. He wiped away his tears and walked over to Cross. "I'm sorry Cross. I don't deserve you, I love you, so, so fucking much. So fucking much. I love you so tucking much and I'm sorry I never showed it! I-I-I-'m not good at- at-at feelings and I- I know you hate me now and I understand I'm not mad you you you had every right to find someone who actually showed you love." Nightmare whimpered and held his tears back. Cross hugged Nightmare tightly. "I love you too. I'm sorry I cheated I just-"

"It's okay. We'll work through this together." Nightmare said. He kissed Cross. Cross smiled and kissed back, tears still running down both of their faces

Lust smiled sadly from the back. He was happy for the two. But he knew he'd never be loved the same way Cross loved him ever again. And he'd go back to Error, knowing Error was always having an affair.

'But that was okay.' Lust thought.'Because that's just how life is.'

Cross looked over at Lust and frowned. Cross explained Lust's situation to Nightmare. Nightmare's eyesockets widened, then softened at Lust.

Lust was so kind. Error didn't deserve him. Error didn't even move him. He was just there to show off to his friends.

Nightmar kissed Cross on the cheek and hugged him tightly.

"We'll figure this out together and we will help the poor boy."

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AND THAT'S THE END OF PART ONE!

I think and hope this counts as Crossmare because that's what I'm going for-

(With a bit of Horrorlust on the side 7u7)

Little Creations

[Don’t Hug Me I’m Scared, 10th Anniversary]

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DON'T LET THE FLAME DIE OUT

@nightmarexcross

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"Cross." A deep voice said from behind him. Cross freezes in his tracks. "Hi, Boss." He said as cheerful as he could be, turning around to face the King of Negativity.

Nightmare was unamused. Cross was trying to sneak out of the castle. While he could leave when ever he wanted as long as he isn't on a mission or punishment, it was always very odd. Especially at 3:00 a.m in the morning. "Where are you going?" Nightmare asked, raising a bonebrow.

"Just to look at the lovely night sky! Isn't the darkness lovely?!" Cross asked, with the biggest, fakest smile on his face. "It is. And you are a horrible liar, Cross. Something's bothering you. I can tell. This is the fifth time this week I've cause you up around this time." Nightmare stated.

Cross hadn't thought about how Nightmare can literally feel emotions. "Well maybe I just wanna leave the castle at odd times." Cross said, his smiling turning into a grin. Nightmare could tell something was off. Cross had bags under his eyesockets. He looked exhausted. "You can leave in the morning. You need rest. I can't have you functioning horribly on mission because you haven't slept.

[Oof so it didnt save and I gave up]

It's IBVS week bitches.

IBVS belongs to @onebizarrekai

Day One- Sleeping

Prompt: Chris cant sleep and ends up at Nevin's house.

Warning(s): Dreams about abuse, homophobic slurs,

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It was midnight when Chris got up. His blonde hair was a mess. His eyes gave off a soft glow. He yawned for about the hundredth time ever since he woke up. He had a nightmare. It was about is father beating him and kicking him out of the house for being bisexual, or has his father said in his dream, a fag.

He felt colder than usual. If he was being honest with himself, he really wanted to cry. He wanted to be free. He wanted to sleep peacefully. He wanted someone. Chris didn't know what to do. So he acted on instinct. Chris was shirtless, he had black shorts on. He hadn't put a shirt on, but rather his light grey jacket.

He had quietly opened his door and closed it when he was out. He did the same for the front door, expect he had to unlock and lock it. He had no idea where to go when he was outside. He decided on a place to go. His safe place.

He walked to the Jovel brother's house. Once he got there he wasn't exactly sure if anyone was awake. He knocked on the door. To his luck, after a few minutes, someone answered. It was Nevin. "Chris?" The black haired boy asked quietly.

It seemed Nevin had only woken up to answer the door. It was 2:45 I'm the morning. Normally he wouldn't have answered, but he was curious who the hell would be up at a time like that.

"H... hey. Can I come in?" Chris asked. Nevin nodded and stepped out of the way. He closed the door behind Chris. "Why are you here?" The shorter one asked. "I... I don't know." Chris answered, looking around as if he'd never been in the Jovel household. "You don't know?" Nevin asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I... I had a nightmare." Chris said, sitting on the couch. Nevin took a seat next to him. "Wanna... talk about it?"

Nevin mentally groaned. He was never good at talking about feelings. And he definitely isn't good at comforting people. A simple 'there there' would probably be the best he can manage.

"It was.... about my dad... about me being... ya know.. bi and that stuff.. and he hit me and kicked me out of the house and..." Chris tensed. "It just felt so real." The red and grey eyed boy finsihed. Nevin nodded. "I haven't been able to sleep since I woke up.?

"When did you wake up?"

"Ten p.m maybe?"

"What." Nevin asked. Chris yawned and nodded. "Yeah. I'm just scared." He said.

Nevin hesitated. "Sleep with me."

Chris, being very tired, and gay, says, "Excuse me?" And ends up becoming red. "Gosh, not like that. I mean actaully sleep with me. In my room. Because this couch ain't comfortable." He said. Chris stuttered. "Uh, yeah, sure. I guess." Chris said, stretching.

Both boys got up and went in to Nevin's room. They both laid next to each other on Nevin's bed. It was extremely awkward and gay. Chris made a risky decision. He cuddled up to Nevin.

Nevin felt heat rise to his cheeks. Both hearts were pounding. The both had that giddy feeling inside of them. Nevin relaxed and closed his eyes. Chris started to drift off into sleep.

And in no time they both were asleep.