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Remember that one ugly ass cat you pet the other day, thinking it was a cat?

Well it's not actually a cat but its still ugly so-

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I FAILED YANTOBER!!!!!

Anyway, requests are now open ! (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠)

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I'm so glad that you came back! Not sure if you deleted/deactivated your old account and what the reasons for that might've been, but I love your writing and your art and am happy that I get to see it again <3

OMGGG HII!! HELLO NONIE!!! IM ALSO GLAD TO BE BACK THANK YOU FOR REACHING OUTJSHDSVBB!!♡⁠(⁠˃͈⁠ ⁠દ⁠ ⁠˂͈⁠ ⁠༶⁠ ⁠)♡⁠(⁠˃͈⁠ ⁠દ⁠ ⁠˂͈⁠ ⁠༶⁠ ⁠)

Also, no- I didn't delete my main acc (,yes it's the main)!! Well, at least, not myself. It be the last time I let my family borrow my phone cause my damn cousin decide to FUCK on my Tumblr while I was in school!!!.⁠·⁠´⁠¯⁠`⁠(⁠>⁠▂⁠<⁠)⁠´⁠¯⁠`⁠·⁠..⁠·⁠´⁠¯⁠`⁠(⁠>⁠▂⁠<⁠)⁠´⁠¯⁠`⁠·⁠..⁠·⁠´⁠¯⁠`⁠(⁠>⁠▂⁠<⁠)⁠´⁠¯⁠`⁠·⁠..⁠·⁠´⁠¯⁠`⁠(⁠>⁠▂⁠<⁠)⁠´⁠¯⁠`⁠·⁠..⁠·⁠´⁠¯⁠`⁠(⁠>⁠▂⁠<⁠)⁠´⁠¯⁠`⁠·⁠.

Though, joke aside, I'm feeling mentally exhausted lately (⁠｡⁠•́⁠︿⁠•̀⁠｡⁠) The constant pressure of needing to improve both of my writing and drawing while balancing schoolworks is messing with my brain. Making me have a major brain fog and barely post content I promise to post :(((

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..soooo clingyyyyy

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𓆩☀️𓆪⇢ ˗ˏˋ WARMTH࿐ྂ

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ━━━━FEATURING: SWAPDREAM.dream

⊱.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ━━━━CONTENT WARNING: Yandere in general. Soft yandere. Unhealthy attachment. Obsessive & Possessive behavior. Hinted of god complex. Slight sexual innuendos. Unwanted advances. Invasion of privacy. Implied of manipulation. Delusional mindset. Nonconsensual touches are presented. Slight power imbalance. OOC. Proofread

⊱.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ━━━━PROMPT BY: cherubmm

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: The next upcoming fics will delay than the usual. This one is supposed to be at 17 but I'm really busy right now.

“let's stay like this more, darling~. My bones feel freezing cold without your warmth.”

A boyish, heartfelt purr buzzed right against your ear, sending unwanted chills through you despite the suffocating heat. You tried to move, to squirm away, but your body was sluggish, weak. The hold on you was too tight. Everything felt unbearably hot—both inside and out. Your skin was sticky, damp with sweat that made your clothes cling uncomfortably. Your mind was a foggy mess, thoughts barely forming as if stuck in the heart of desert.

Even the air you breathed was thick and oppressive, warm in a way that felt unnatural, like you were inhaling straight from a furnace. Your body worked overtime to keep up with the intensity of it, but the more you tried to resist, the more exhausted you became. Your chest heaved, each breath heavy and labored, your vision wavering as the world around you blurred.

The heat was unbearable, like the walls themselves were closing in, trapping you in an oven. You barely managed to squirm, your energy draining more and more with each second spent in his iron-like grip. It felt like you were suffocating..

“Aww, what’s got you all sweated up, hmm~? Can’t handle a bit of my affection?”

His voice was sickeningly sweet, laced with amusement as he watched you struggle beneath him. Dream’s face was stretched in a playful, almost predatory grin, completely unfazed by your feeble resistance. Of course, why would he be? To him, you looked utterly adorable.... writhing next him like a helpless little chick, freshly hatched and ready for the world — or, in this case, ready for him.

And oh, does he loved having you close. Sharing his warmth with you felt like a gift only he could offer, something you clearly needed.

his grip tightened around you even more, pulling you closer, almost flush within the cage of his bony riibs, as if he was trying to absorb you entirely. The only thing stopping you from getting even closer was his shirt, a barrier between you that the vibrant god found a bit pesky. His wings—large, radiant and made purely of glowing positivity—folded around you like a cocoon, trapping even more heat between you.

You groaned, trying to will yourself to break free, but every attempt only made the hold around you stronger. You were trapped.

“D-Damnit… Dream…” you muttered, your voice barely above a whisper. You wished you could curse him out properly, something far more offensive, something that would knock that smug smile right off his face. You felt pathetic. How the hell did you even end up here?

You briefly winced at the fogged memory. This fucking chicken had broken into your home—again—like it was some kind of privilege playground only for him. He’d bypassed your locks, your security system, everything. The absurd part? All your devices—brand new, mind you—had conveniently overheated and fried. It was like a sick joke, except you were the punchline.

“Hm~? What was that?” Dream’s voice broke through your hazy thoughts, his tone a mocking sing-song. “I couldn’t quite hear you over all those cute noises you’re making— not that I'm complaining, of course"

You wanted to scream, to rip whatever cursed magic was inside him that made him speak, but your body felt like it was being crushed under the heat.

He shifted his position slightly, making sure to keep you pressed tightly against him, then rolled the both of you so that you were lying flat beneath him. His weight pressed down on you, but it wasn’t the weight that was suffocating—it was the scorching heat. It was everywhere, creeping into every part of you.

Dream leaned down close to you, his breath tickling your exposed skin as he let out a playful puff of air. You flinched, the sensation somehow managing to feel like scalding water hitting your skin. His bony hands trailed lazily over your form, his sharp fingers hooking under your shirt as he slowly lifted it, exposing your stomach to his hungry eyes.

“Hmm, look at this, soft skin… and so warm. Just perfect" The Epitome of positivity purred, more to himself than to you, as he traced circles over your exposed flesh. His sharp phalanges kneaded and pinched at your flesh, testing, as though the god were playing with his food.

Without warning, he lowered his head, hovering his face just inches above your skin. His golden-orange tongue slipped out from his cages teeth, glistening in the dim light as he ran it down your stomach, tasting the sweat that had pooled there.

Your breath hitched in shock, and you tried to squirm away, but his grip on you only tightened further.

“So warm, so perfect. I could just stay here forever, don’t you think?” His pinprick eyes dilated as he licked his lips, savoring every moment of your discomfort.

“Forever’s gonna be really short if you keep this up,” you muttered, trying to summon even a sliver of your usual defiance despite the heat still making your head spin.

Oh, you’re so dramatic, my little darling,” he teased, his wings flexing as he pulled you tighter. “But don’t worry, I’ll make sure you never feel cold again." With a strangled sneer, you wished more than ever that you could at least slap that grin off his face. But the most you could manage was to slump against him in defeat, the heat stealing what little energy you had left.

“Well, since you’re already so comfortable,” Dream continued with a mockingly sympathetic tone, “let’s just enjoy this warmth together, hmm?”

You didn’t even have the energy to groan.

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🍭✮⇢ ˗ˏˋ BITTER.Sweet ࿐ྂ

⊱.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ━━━━CONTENT WARNING:: Yandere in general. Soft yandere. Obsessive & Possessive Behavior. Implied sexual innuendos. Unhealthy attachment. Delusional mindset. hint of cannibalism. Kinda crack. Unwanted advances. Vaguely implied violence(?). Stalking. Kinda gross. OOC. Proofread(?)

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ━━━━FEATURING: CANDY.sans

⊱.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ━━━━PROMPT BY : cherubmm

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: SO SORRY IF THIS ONE GOT DELAYED!!! This is supposed to be in 16 but I had a class :((. I did this around 10 pm and woke up around 4 am.... So, yeah kinda rush. Also! Also! I base the character's personality by the fanarts. I tried to check the wiki but it barely had anything 🧍‍♂️

The Underground was a sugary hell

Everywhere you looked, the world was coated in candy. The walls were thick with hardened sugar, glowing in pastel hues under the Underground's light. Gingerbread houses lined the streets, their icing-covered rooftops glistening like they were freshly baked. The ground was a fluffy mass of cotton candy that stuck to your shoes with every step.

And the monsters? Oh, don't even get started on the monsters.

They came in all sorts of flavors—literally. Strawberry, chocolate, mint, caramel, etc. Monsters with marshmallow limbs, jellybean eyes, and licorice hair. Everywhere you turned, it was like stepping into some twisted, candy-coated wonderland. The kind that might have been appealing to someone with a sweet tooth but to you...

Ugh, you hated it here.

If you could gain LV for every second you despised this saccharine, insufferable place, you would’ve dusted the entire Underground by now.

You glared at the monsters passing by, sending silent daggers with your eyes, imagining each one exploding into a puff of sugar dust. The grip on the cup you're holding hostage between your clutch tightened, to the point where you could feel tiny cracks forming under your fingers. Everything here is so fucking sweet. It’s unbearable.

'Ugh, why are you even here?' a sudden sense of self-pity and repulsion creep at the back of your mind, making your face hardened than they were before. You were so different, the only bitter soul— An anomaly amongst your race and it's not only in personality. You were bitter, through in and out, and that's not just in flavor, but in your very essence as well. A black sheep among the saccharine masses.

Your thoughts were interrupted when something—(or rather, someone)—was suddenly flung into your side, nearly knocking you out of your seat. You snapped out of your internal trance, temper— immediately boiling over as you turned to see who had the audacity to invade your space. You were seconds away from yelling bloody murder.

Until a pair of limbs wrapped around your waist, pulling you into an uncomfortable, bone-crushing hug.

"Hwuahh!! There you are! I’ve been looking all over for you, my bitter little fudge!!"

You knew that voice—your jaw clenched. You didn’t even want to bat an eye to know who it was—Sans, the pathetic excuse of a skeleton, the one who clung to you like a sugar-high toddler to candy. His skull was buried against your chest, nuzzling you in the most irritating, suffocating way possible.

Your teeth ground together as you glared down at the offender. None other than him. Sans. That sickeningly sweet excuse of a skeleton who clung to you like molasses. His skull was buried against your chest, smothering his face against your exposed skin. The sound of him sniffing—sniffing—you, made your stomach turn in disgust.

"What the hell— get off me"

Sans, however, only hugged you tighter, smothering his face against your exposed skin. "But I missed you, my darling tart! I wanna be close to you!"

The nickname sent a fresh wave of nuisance through you "You're disgusting me, sans. I said LET. GO"

Sans’s grip only tightened. "Please, let me hold you more! You smell so good!" His voice was sweet and syrupy, like honey drizzled over sugar cubes, and it made you gag internally.

“SAAAANS—!!!”

Before you could pry him off, he grabbed your hand, pulling it toward his open mouth. His mint-and-pink tongue darted out, licking at your fingers with unsettling enthusiasm. You recoiled, but his grip was strong, and before you knew it, he had your fingers in his mouth, sucking on them— painfully slow and deliberate, as if you were some sort of rare delicacy.

“Huaaaw," he moaned. "So bitter... yet so soft. I want—more!” His pinpricks began to shrink and expand erectedly as he savored the taste of your flavor. his Sharp phalanges creeping around your waist as if contemplating ripping your skin apart just to get more of that bitter taste.

"Let go, Sans," you growled through clenched teeth, eyes narrowing dangerously.

His grip on your waist tightened as he looked up at you, that sickening heart-shaped glow still dancing in his eyes. "But you’re just so… perfect. I could just… take a little bite, couldn't I?"

Your heart began to pound in your chest, not from fear, but from pure rage and disgust. He was licking you. In public. What was worse, the other monsters around didn’t even seem to care.

You clenched your fists, trembling with fury, but a part of you knew this was exactly what he wanted—attention, no matter how twisted his way of getting it was. You tried to push him off, but he was stronger than his lazy demeanor let on. His bony hand began to scratch at your skin with more insistence, as though he was tempted to rip off a piece of you and devour it whole. "Mmm, so good... so perfect," he murmured.

That’s it.

You snapped, finally managing to yank your hand free from his death-grip like grasp. You grabbed him by the top of his skull, your fingers sinking into the mess of melting ice cream that clung to his head. "Get the hell off me, you freak."

He whined, but his smile didn’t falter. "Aww, come on! Just a little more? Please? You taste so good, sugarbitter."

"I am not sugar," you snarled, scraping your hand down the side of his skull as hard as you could. He flinched, but his grip on you didn’t loosen. His grin widened, as if your anger only made him want you more.

Sans stared up at you with hearts in his eyes—literally. His pinpricks had turned into heart shapes, pulsing as he gazed at you with that uncomfortably sweet expression. "You're so mean~" he purred, "but I love it. I could just... eat you up." His voice dropped, and his grin took a darker edge.

"Not. Happening." You shoved him off, finally breaking free from his hold. You stood, brushing off the sticky residue that clung to your clothes. “You’re lucky I haven’t turned you into a pile of dust.”

Sans only chuckled, licking his lips. “You say that, but I know you enjoy my company. You’re like my little cakebite... bitter on the outside, but sweet once you get a taste.”

You seethed, your hand itching to slap him across the face. You knew one thing for certain—if he kept this up, he’d be lucky if you didn’t break a few bones next time.

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🍎☪⇢ ˗ˏˋ INJURIES ࿐ྂ

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ━━━━FEATURING: PASSIVE.nightmare

⊱.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ━━━━CONTENT WARNING: Yandere in general. Soft yandere. Unhealthy attachment. Obsessive Thoughts. Delusional mindset. Abandonment issue implied. Self-harm(?). Violence mention. Gaslight hinted. Vague whether the relationship is platonic or romantic (up to the reader's interpretation). Not-proofread. OOC. Reader was referred to as a 'prince' once

⊱.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ━━━━PROMPT BY : cherbmm

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: Deciding to use my own prompt instead from now on since i just realize that majority of my writing doesn't even align with the actual prompt.

Nightmare sat silently beneath the towering Tree of Feelings, his body aching from head to toe. The sharp pain in his ankle told him it might be damaged. His dark, torn clothes clung to him, barely holding together after another beating he'd endured. Scars lined his form from head to toe, and fractured bones peeked through disheveled fabric from rough handling. His gaze remained low, a dull, pained expression clouding his usual soft demeanor.

Then came your voice, sharp but full of concern, breaking through his haze. "Seriously, what's gotten into you?" you muttered, frowning as you knelt beside him, your hands working deftly to patch him up.

A rough bandaid was pressed against his cheekbone, causing nightmare to flinch as a small whimper escaping his lips. Your touch, although gentle compared to what he’d endured earlier, still sent little jolts of pain through his body. You were frustrated, he could tell, and you weren’t holding back.

"You’re gonna get yourself killed if you keep this up, nightmare," you grumbled, continuing to work. Your fingers were slightly rough as you cleaned a particularly nasty gash on his arm. "If I find out who did this—" you trailed off, your voice dropping to a near growl, "I swear I’ll make them eat more than a dirt."

The threats were half-hearted, yet there was an unmistakable edge to them that made him feel... safe, in a strange way. "I... I just—" he began, his meek voice barely rising above the rustling leaves, but you cut him off with another sharp retort.

As your hands continued their work, wrapping bandages around his arms with deliberate motions, Nightmare found himself staring off into the distance, His thoughts began to drift as you continued to aid on his injuries.

'Why do I keep doing this?' he thought bitterly, heart heavy with guilt and self-loathing. Those villagers… always hated him, fear him and don't want to do anything with him.

but you're different, you... stayed.

Nightmare clenched his fists. He hated making you worry, but at the same time, the thought of involving you terrified him. If those villagers ever found out you were close to him… stars, he couldn't bear the thought of you being hurt. They would do far worse to you, and that was a risk he wasn’t willing to take.

...So, he let them beat him. Let them take out their anger on him, use him as their punching bag. All so he could come back to you and see the way your brows furrowed in concern. All so you would patch him up, focus on him more.

A selfish part of him enjoyed it—not the pain directly—, enjoyed how much attention you gave him when he returned bruised and broken. He felt bad about it, but it wasn’t enough to make him stop. You were the only good thing in his life, and he would do whatever it took to keep you by his side.

He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t even realize how quiet he had become until a particularly rough tug on his arm made him flinch back into reality. You were wrapping a strip of silk tightly around his forearm to cover the broken bone beneath.

"Too many injuries," you grumbled, your eyes narrowing in frustration. "Damnit, nightmare— why are you not saying anything to me..?!"

The latter flinched once more, staying silent than necessary as his gaze stayed fixed on your face. You were frowning, lips twisted in frustration, your brows furrowed in anger. You looked absolutely furious, like you were ready to burn the entire village to the ground.

Nightmare blinked, momentarily disoriented as he focused on your face, taking in every detail. Despite the clear anger plastered across your features, you looked... beautiful. Ethereal, even. His eye lights flickered, a deep purple blush creeping across his cheekbones. His metamorphic heart began to pound, fast and hard. He couldn’t help but stare at you, utterly entranced

You looked like an angel to him— his very-own guardian angel.

'How could anyone be so beautiful?' His mind whispered before abruptly stopping as another wave of embarrassment washed over him. 'stop it. Stop thinking like that!' he scolded himself, He felt ashamed for even thinking this way, knowing you were only doing this because you cared for him as a friend. But that didn’t stop the thoughts from flooding in.

He quickly averted his gaze, his eyes darting to the grassy ground. Nightmare snapped his gaze away from you, staring down at the ground where his book lay open in the grass. It was an old story—one about a prince and a beast.

He hadn’t finished it yet, but the scene that stuck with him the most was the prince, leaning down to kiss the beast and break the curse, turning them into a beautiful princess.

His mind wandered again, and suddenly, he imagined you as the prince. And him? Well, he’d be the beast, of course. A cursed creature, waiting for someone to save him, waiting for you to...

...

Another layer purple flush dusted his cheekbones. It's a surprise you still haven't noticed it at this point (or maybe, you choose to ignore it). The thought made his entire face flush purple, his bones tingling with a strange warmth. 'What’s wrong with me?' He felt his soul twist in embarrassment, heat rising in his skull. 'This is so stupid, so embarrassing!'

“Hey, are you zoning out again?” You snapped your fingers in front of his face, pulling him back once more. Nightmare blinked rapidly, feeling the cold sweat trickling down his forehead.

“I-I’m sorry,” he mumbled. His voice was small, meek.

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🍎𖤓 ⇢ ˗ˏˋ EMBRACE࿐ྂ

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ━━━━FEATURING: DREAM.sans

⊱.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ━━━━CONTENT WARNING: Yandere in general. Soft yandere. Unhealthy attachment. Obsessive thoughts. Invasion of privacy. Delusional mindset. Both dubious and nonconsensual touches are implied. Breaking in. Unwanted advances. Stalking. One-sided love. OCC. Not-proofread

⊱.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ━━━━PROMPT BY : oozgin

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: Gotta love me some stereotypical himno!dream. I like him being so oblivious It's almost painful.

"What happened to you…?"

The words danced through Dream’s mind as he hovered anxiously above you, his fleshless lips parting in a shaky whisper he hadn’t meant to say aloud. His usually bright golden pinprick—radiating with warmth and hope—was now sharp and shrunken, darting over your body as if searching for answers in every shadow of the room. His expression twisted, a patchwork of emotions he shouldn't be feeling right now. Panic. Confusion. Fear. Sadness...

And yet the sight of you, body lay sprawled across the floor, face damp with sweat, skin flushed, as your breath grows shallow was enough to gauge the other reactions from the guardian. You looked... wrong. So wrong. The neutral energy you usually had, even in your annoyance with him, was gone. Your body was shaking, but you felt burning hot.

His mind spun into overdrive, heart pounding as a thousand thoughts buzzed like angry hornets. 'Did somebody attack you? Was there a fight? No, no, there couldn’t have been, right? But… you were shaking so badly… Your skin was burning hot.' He stared at you helplessly. 'Was this—had someone poured boiling water on you?' His mind kept slipping back into these terrible, frantic conclusions, trying to make sense of something that simply didn’t fit.

'Star, did someone actually do that?' His thoughts spiraled. Panic pulsed through him, sharp and jagged. His fingers, which had barely touched your forehead moments ago, recoiled violently as if they had been burned by your heat. What was happening? What is wrong with you?

...

It's not that you hated Dream or anything— No, that really wasn’t it, 'Hate' was simply... blunt heavy to describe him. He was... fine, to some degree but his constant optimism, his endless positivity—Star, it was irritating, albeit a little unsettling. If you were being honest, it almost feels like dealing with an overenthusiastic puppy that couldn’t stop following you around and for some reason you-couldn't-nor-bother-to- figure-out-yourself, this bonehead decide to be overly attached to you like an overgrown barnacle, stuck to your side no matter how much you tried to shake him off. It was starting to feel less endearing and more like a prison of sugar-coated concern.

You stared down at one in your hand, barely registering the words as your eyes skimmed over the lines. You didn’t need to read it; you already knew what it said. It was the same as all the others—polite inquiries about your wellbeing, accompanied by those damned golden roses and cute little trinkets.

How have you been doing?

Did you eat already?

What hours did you sleep?

Are you okay?

Take care of yourself.

Let me know if you need something!

And many, many, many more. God, it was all maddening. What were you, some damsel in distress? The letters only continue to pile up, taking too much space in your room.... Seriously, what's wrong with this guy? You didn’t even know how or when he’d become so attached, and yet here he was. You rubbed your temples as a dull migraine started to throb at the back of your head. Great, just great. This fever was only making things worse. But you couldn’t afford to just sit around and be sick. money was money, and bills weren’t going to pay themselves.

...

Dream’s hands hovered uselessly over your trembling body, his thoughts spiraling further into panic. His first instinct was to help you, and for him, help meant positivity. You needed more positivity, right? You weren’t giving off any of your usual energy! So, of course, Dream did what Dream always does—he tried to channel some of his magic into you, thinking that maybe, just maybe, a little positivity would make things better.

But the moment his magic touched you, your body convulsed, your temperature skyrocketed. You gasped, your breath coming in ragged, labored gulps, as though your lungs were fighting for air.

He recoiled once more, eyes wide in disbelief. Why wasn’t it working? Why couldn’t he feel any positive energy coming from you? His emotions swirled in confusion. "No, no, no... Why isn't it helping? Am I doing it wrong?"

'Goddamnit, DREAM!!!', Your fevered brain managed the bitter thought through the haze of heat. If you had the strength, you would've been screaming your lungs out at him—for barging into your home, for touching you without permission, and for making everything worse. But right now, you could barely muster the energy to lift your arm, let alone yell.

“Wha… wha… what are you doing?” you croaked, your voice raspy and barely audible.

Dream's face brightened slightly at the sound of your voice, but it quickly faltered when you struggled to speak. “I’m helping!” he blurted, as if that explained everything. “You need more positivity—”

“No,” you rasped, cutting him off, though your voice came out barely more than a whisper. “Stop… making it worse… do something useful!”

Dream blinked, clearly baffled. Useful? Wasn't what he's doing already considered more than useful???

"Just... get... water... idiot."

After several more frustrating minutes of trying to get him to understand that no, you weren’t dying, and no, his positivity wasn’t going to fix your fever, Dream finally managed to grasp the basics of what he needed to do. Water. Towels. medicine. Rest.

...

Now you were lying in bed, drenched in sweat, a wet towel resting on your forehead. A box of tissues sat nearby, stacked in neat little piles, ready for when you needed them.

And Dream… Dream refuse to leave. He was glued to your bedside like some creepy nursemaid, a gentle yet nervous smile plastered on his face as if he was waiting for you to ask for something, anything, just so he could spring into action.

"How horrible," you muttered under your breath, glaring at him out of the corner of your eye.

Dream’s smile wavered slightly. "I’m doing my best to take care of you!" His voice was cheery, but there was an underlying nervousness to it.

You rolled your eyes. "Damn, right. You're doing a verrry good job at caring..." Dream’s unwavering presence was like a weight you couldn’t shake off. Sure, it was kind of nice to have someone taking care of you, but this skeleton? Dream was another level, possibly thresholding obsessive. You could feel his eyes on you constantly, watching your every move, as if you were a fragile thing that could break at any moment.

“Don’t worry! I’ll take care of everything,” He added, misinterpreting your silence as gratitude. He sat a little straighter, eyes gleaming with pride as if he had just saved the day

"You stared at him deadpan, your head pounding. What’s up with this guy??? “Fuckin' hell,” you muttered to yourself, turning your head slightly to hide your annoyance. Dream’s presence was more of a curse than a blessing, and you could only hope this fever passed quickly—before you completely lost your mind.

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✖🔪 ⇢ ˗ˏˋ ON MY.Knees࿐ྂ

⊱.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ━━━━FEATURING: CROSS.sans

⊱.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ━━━━CONTENT WARNING: Yandere in general. Soft yandere. Obsessive & Possessive behavior. Unhealthy attachment. Implied neglectful behavior. Established relationship. Delusional mindset. Vague hint of worshipping behavior. Subtly implied abandoment issue. Violence mention. Implied submissive behavior. ANGST. Stalking. OOC. Not proof-read (I got lazy near the end if you can tell)

⊱.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ━━━━PROMPT BY : oozgin

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: why am I keep messing up!?!!?😭😭😭😭 I'm merely editing this on my scheduled post but then it keeps publishing????? Huh?????? Why does the Tumblr keep doing this to me😭😭😭 this is supposed to be for Oct.13!!! But *sigh* whatever, its already here. Enjoy the early treat, again >:(( Hope this won't happen' to another one fic for 14.... Tumblr fuck you :(((

It wasn’t often for Cross to come home.

Well, at least, not anymore. He’d leave before the sun rose, returning long after it set. You used to wait for him, staying up into the late hours of the night, but now? You barely bothered. He’d stumble through the door, mumbling something vague before disappearing into the bedroom or onto the couch without so much as a glance your way.

You understood—you really did. Cross was busy, whatever his job was, it demanded a lot from him. He hadn’t exactly shared the details, and you’d stopped asking after the first dozen times he dodged the question. But no matter how much you tried to rationalize it, it was starting to gnaw at you.

At first, it was just a pang of sadness. Then it became annoyance, maybe even anger. You weren’t one of those cliché lovers who needed constant attention—far from it, actually. You valued your independence, enjoyed your solitude. But this was beginning to feel less like space and more of a...neglect.

He was your lover, wasn’t he? You were supposed to be partners, but lately, it felt like you were the only one holding onto that thread. Every time he came home, he avoided you. No more soft conversations over breakfast, no stolen moments in the afternoon. Just excuses, avoidance, and silence.

The worst part was, you’d started to get used to it. Slowly, your love for him had dimmed, like a flame starved of oxygen. You found yourself becoming comfortable in your own company again, just as you had before Cross ever came into your life. It wasn’t a sudden fall out of love—it was gradual, quiet and subtle. You no longer saw him as your lover, just someone who passed through your life occasionally—acquaintance.

Eventually, you couldn’t do it anymore. The words weighed heavy on your tongue as you prepared yourself, sitting at the edge of the bed. Cross had just come home, dragging his feet, knives still strapped to his side. You waited until he was settled, cleaning his weapons at the table.

“Im breaking up with you.”

...

Cross always thought he was the luckiest skeleton in the entire multiverse.

Of all the infinite versions of himself—sometime's even far, far, better than him—of all the different timelines and universes, he was the one who had found you. He was the one who had you by his side, as beautiful and perfect as you were.

Not even the original version of him—the one from the timeline he could never go back to—had what he did. and that made him feel so special.

Even now, as he wiped the blood from his knives, his mind was filled with thoughts of you. He knew he wasn’t home nearly as much as he should be. Every time he left, there was a pang of guilt that dug deep into his bones. He hated leaving you behind, but what choice does he have? His boss wouldn’t hesitate to come after you if he comes to the conclusion that cross was 'slacking off'' of his work due to his lover. Hell, it was merely a stroke of luck that nightmare decided to not only keep you alive and well, but also provide protection —unbeknownst to you— even knowing his distaste for 'distraction' that attaches to those on his side.

This, of course, was a constant weight on his mind — a sense of indebted. Forcing him to swore his loyalty and obedience to the latter even againts his will. But at least, while he was out there doing Nightmare’s dirty work, you were safe, and that's all that ever matters.

While he couldn’t spend time with you like he wanted to, he could make sure nothing— absolutely nothing—harmed you. The Star Sanses? No threat. Any danger from outside your universe? He handled it.

And on the rare nights he did return? When you were already asleep? Those were slowly becoming his favorite moments. Cross would sit at the edge of the bed or crouch beside you, watching you sleep peacefully. He’d run his fingers through your hair, brushing your cheek, whispering softly to your unconscious form. Confessions of love, of guilt. He’d wish for a world where the two of you could just live a domestic, quiet life—where he didn’t have to kill for survival or settle in the constant state of paranoia— again.

He didn't want the history to repeat itself ever again now that you're here. God, he couldn't even imagine what will happen to him if you're no longer on his side to keep him sane.

But alas, he couldn’t give you that, yet. So, he settled on making you safe instead, hoping you’d understand one day.

...

"Im breaking up with you."

The sound of sharpening knives stopped abruptly. Cross froze, his back still turned to you, as if your words had doused him in cold water. Slowly—almost mechanically—he turned his skull in your direction, his pinprick eye shrinking to a tiny dot before flickering in and out like a dying lightbulb. There was something unsettling about the way he stared at you. For a brief second, his usual stoic expression faltered, a flash of... something. Confusion? Betrayal? Fear? But then, he laughed nervously, trying to play it off as a joke.

"Hahaha... t-that’s a good one, darling. You almost caught me,” he stammered, his grin unnaturally wider than the usual as he tried to shake off the tension.

"I’m not joking, Sans,” you replied, your voice steady despite the unease creeping into your gut.

Y-yeah, sure, whatever you say.” He turned back to his knives, trying to focus on his task, but his hands phalanges trembled.

“Sans, listen to me. I wasn’t—”

CRRK!!

The dagger in his hands broke in half as Cross shot to his feet, staring at the shattered blade as if it had betrayed him. His breathing grew uneven as he slowly turned toward you again, his eye flickering with a mix of emotions you couldn’t quite place.

“Why?” His voice cracked, barely above a whisper as he took a hesitant step forward. You took a step back instinctively. "Why are you saying this...?"

You tried to explain, though the words didn’t come easily. You told him how you felt—how distant things had become, how lonely you were. How the relationship was falling apart and you both are better off no longer being in each other.

But every time you spoke, Cross took another step forward, his hand reaching out as if to grab onto you, and you found yourself taking another step back.

In a blink, he was in front of you, faster than you could process. Then, there was a small 'ping' sound before you felt yourself flung backward, slamming into the nearest wall that knocked the breath from your lungs. His hands gripped your shoulders, hard enough to hurt, as his face hovered inches from yours.

"Oww-! Sans what the fuck—!?"

His bony hands gripped your shoulders tightly, an anchor that pinned you in place. “Just LISTEN to me first darling. You have to understand—” Tears began to stream from his eye sockets, glistening like pearls against his skeletal face. “I DON'T have a choice” he cried, his voice cracking with desperation. “It’s all for you! To make you safe! Please, you NEED TO UNDERSTAND THAT!!”

You tried to pull away, but his hold only tightened.

His knees buckled, and you stumbled as he dragged you down with him, his hands still clinging to you like a lifeline.“No, no, please— reconsider!! I-i’ll try to change, I’ll do whatever you want—I’ll beg, I’ll be on my knees forever, just—please?”

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🩸⛏ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ BLOOD.Bath࿐ྂ

⊱.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ━━━━FEATURING: HORROR.sans

⊱.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ━━━━CONTENT WARNING: Yandere in general. Soft yandere. Unhealthy attachment. Unwanted advances. Obsessive & Possessive thoughts. Imprisonment mention. Vaguely mention of cannibalism. Hint of stalking. Violence. OCC. Not proof-read

⊱.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ━━━━PROMPT BY : oozgin

Everything was a mess, and it had been for a long time. The underground had never been a paradise, but it wasn’t always like this. The slow collapse into chaos had started with that human child—a little terror with a face too innocent for the damage they caused.

They’d kill, reset, and kill again. Each time, it felt worse. Worse for everyone. Monsters were beginning to lose what little hope they had left, and each reset took a piece of their minds along with it, even if they weren't fully sentient about it.

The final straw would be the permanent death of their king; Asgore, has been-long dusted. Undyne took over, fighting tooth and nail to keep things together but things went to hell even faster after that. Hunger gnawed at everyone’s sanity. Resources dwindled. Monsters were starving to the point of breaking down. And the people he deem were his friends, people he’d bonded with, had turned their backs on him, trying to rip the magic right out of his skull to fuel the Core. They figured that if they could power it again, things might go back to normal.

But it didn’t work.

And he snapped—and, OH, does he snap really, really hard. Sans obligated the source of the Core with his own hands, crushing any hope of fixing things. He nearly killed them. Alphys? Well, She was left with what could hardly be called a mind anymore, no longer the brilliant scientist she once was. He didn’t even feel bad about it. He should’ve, but there wasn’t much feeling left in him these days.

The underground became a twisted, hellish pit. Monsters clawed at each other for scraps. Most of them had gone mad with hunger, madness creeping into their bones like an old, painful infection. Sans was no different. He felt it too. It was always there, pushing at the edges of his mind, clawing, biting. He wanted to tear someting apart.

And then, out of nowhere, you appeared.

Another human, falling into their world, clueless, just like the ones before. But this time… this time was different. There was something about you that stopped him in his tracks when he first saw you stumbling out of Snowdin, disheveled but still intact. You looked like you didn’t belong there—and you didn’t, not in this cursed place—but you also looked perfect. And for reasons he couldn’t explain, it was like love at first sight.

Him? LOVE? It was ironic. He’d never had time for love, and especially not for humans. To him, humans were just sacks of meat waiting to be butchered. But you… you were different. Special. Oh, but unfortunately, you didn’t have the same power as them, no ability to reset when facing the death's door. You were fragile, small, and incredibly weak. A single slip, and you’d be gone for good.

He had to have you.

He’d done his usual schtick when he greeted you—whoopee cushion, a tired old trick he barely found funny anymore. But this time, when you reached to shake his hand, he didn’t immediately slice you in half like he normally would. He let you live. In fact, he stuck around to help you through your journey. Not because he particularly cared about your safety—okay, maybe he did—but because he wasn’t going to let anyone else get their hands on you. Especially not Undyne.

You were his.

And yeah, sure, he got it. You wanted to go home. Of course, you did. That was only natural. But you weren’t going anywhere. Not in this state. Did you really think you’d survive long enough to leave the Underground without him? The whole place was a hellhole now. Monsters would tear you apart the moment you stepped out of his sight. You had no power, no strength to fight back. He had saved your ass more times than you even realized.

So yeah, you're gonna stay. Like it or not.

You’d done the impossible. Somehow, through sheer will or dumb luck, you’d manage to make it all the way to the Queen’s chamber; Undyne. The door loomed in front of you, massive and foreboding. You weren’t sure what to expect when you stepped through, but you knew it wasn’t going to be easy. Pushing open the door, your breath caught in your throat. The scene before you was… horrific.

Blood. Dust. Carnage

The once-great hall was a massacre. The remains of royal guards littered the floor, bones skewered through their bodies like grotesque decorations. And standing at the far end of the room was him. Sans.

Before you could move, before you could react, he summoned bones beneath you, trapping you in a makeshift prison. You stumbled, falling into the pool of blood as you tried to free yourself, but it was no use. He was already in front of you.

“heh, thought you’d make it this far, huh?” Sans’s voice was light, almost teasing, as if he wasn’t holding the head of a dead woman in his hand. “gotta say, kid, you really surprised me.” You tried to stand, but the bones kept you pinned in place. You were trapped. The scent of blood and death filled your lungs, and you wanted to scream, but no sound came out.

You couldn’t even process his words. Your heart was hammering in your chest, the weight of the situation crashing down on you like a tidal wave. The blood soaked through your clothes, and you felt the cold, sticky liquid seep into your skin as Sans’s magic tightened around you. There was no escape. For fucks sake.

Sans crouched in front of you, dropping Undyne’s head beside him with a sickening thud. He grinned, though the smile didn’t reach his eyes. “it’s better this way, ya know? bein’ here, with me. this place… it’s a mess, sure, but i can keep ya safe. no one’s gonna hurt ya. not while i’m around.”

“well?” he asked, his voice still disturbingly light. “what’s it gonna be, kid? We don't have all day on this place. And plus, yer' all soaked up on blood, surely you must want a nice bath"

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👁️⃤⇢ ˗ˏˋ LOVETriangle ࿐ྂ

⊱.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ━━━━FEATURING: BILL.sans

⊱.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ━━━━CONTENT WARNING: Yandere in general. Soft yandere. Unhealthy attachment. Implied imprisonment. Vaguely hinted of mind-break. Obsessive & Possessive thoughts. Violence. Stalking. Unwanted advance. Hallucination mention. OCC. Not proof-read

⊱.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ━━━━PROMPT BY : oozgin

⊱.Author's note: I'm soooo sooo late I'm very sorry 😭😭😭 i forgot about the yantober :') Also! Also! This not HEAVILY proof-read!!! Bear with me on this please!!!! I'm still learning on bill's personality :((

The floor wobbled beneath you like a ripple of water, each step sinking slightly as if you were walking on a trampoline made of jelly. The walls around you feel almost sentient— stretching and shrinking in impossible ways. Almost as if it was closing in.

You blinked, hoping it would all stop, but instead, the cycle reset. Again. One blink, and it was like nothing had changed; you were still stuck in this bizarre funhouse. Sure, the room looked like your bedroom, but you knew better. Every time you try peeking through the 'window,' the world outside shifted like a fever dream. The sky was a mess of glitching colors, flickering and distorting like an old TV losing signal. It hurts your eyes just to look at it.

You sighed, feeling a wave of exhaustion that shouldn't have been possible given how little you had done. You hadn’t even moved, but your body felt like it had just run a marathon. Weak, nuisanced, confused, irritated—everything was wrong, but you didn’t know how to make it right. Not here. Not....wherever this was.

This all started after you met him—the skeleton in the suit. Bill, or whatever he called himself. You remembered that night vividly. It was raining, and you had just been on your way home, minding your own business, when a group of thieves tried to rob you. But then, he showed up. Popped out of nowhere like he’d just willed himself into existence.

There, for a split moment, everything moves in flash— Limbs bending, bones snapping, bodies twisting into something that barely resembled a human anymore as screams filled the air, only for it to cease as quickly as it exists.

All of this plays out while he chatted with you, laughing, cracking jokes like you two were old friends. As if nothing horrific was happening right in front of you. He even held an umbrella over your head, shielding you from the rain like a perfect gentleman. You, on the other hand, weren’t listening. Too caught up at the sight of the… display in front of you.

You'd think —and pray— that'll be the last time you will see him, but nope, the skeleton started appearing in your dreams. At first, it was merely occasional—just a weird, one-off thing. But then, the dreams became more frequent, more vivid until you started seeing triangles in the corners of your eyes during the day, little flashes of something you couldn’t explain. Not to mention, you feel like you're being constantly watched, even in the supposedly comforting walls of your own home, brings you nothing but paranoia.

Amidst all of it, you didn’t speak a single word to anyone — not even your family or closest friends. Why would you even? You'd watch enough films that showcase how actors treat a character with a peculiar situation similar to you. They won't believe you and might only regard you as crazy. Hell, you—yourself— starting to think you were crazy.

Now, here you are, laying on the bed, staring at the ceiling, too drained to even try getting up. You didn’t want to deal with anything at this point. This whole thing was ridiculous— and 'ridiculous' is barely enough to describe half of it.

Suddenly, a soft disorienting hum of blue magic filled the room and snapped you back out of the trance, followed by the familiar pat of a gloved hand on your head. You didn't even wantneed to look to know whose it belonged.

“Heyyy, sleepyhead!” Bill’s voice chimed in, chipper as always. “You know, you look so cute running around like a mouse. Still believing this is all just a bad dream. But, spoiler alert—it’s NOT! This is your new reality! With me! Ain’t it grand?”

You remained motionless, hoping the floor would just swallow you up. That would’ve been a mercy at this point.

Back on his part, the monster kept yapping on, clearly enjoying himself. “Man, I’ve been watching you forever—even before that rainy night. Waiting, biding my time. And here we are! Together! Forever! It’s like a dream come true, right? Except, uh, not for you, I guess, but still—for me! Haha! How could you not be excited about that?!”

You rolled your eyes, a groan broke from your throat. You covered your ear, hoping to block the strident voice that pierces through your ear and momentarily blind your hearing as you wander if you could actually throw something at him this time.

...Suit guys are the worse

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🎯🔪⇢ ˗ˏˋ LOVE.Struck࿐ྂ.

⊱.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ━━━━FEATURING: KILLER.sans

⊱.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ━━━━CONTENT WARNING: Yandere in general. Soft yandere. Obsessive & Possessive thoughts. Unhealthy attachment. Vaguely hinted of masochism behavior. Violence. OOC. Reader implied to have an occupation (a healer). Proof-read

⊱.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ━━━━PROMPT BY: oozgin

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: as a treat you could read this early!! :D (definitely did not accidentally click 'post now' instead of 'schedule' or 'draft' and now I'm forced to published it hahaha. Definitely not :'))

What a mess.

Your heart pounded as you weaved through the chaos, your mind reeling from everything happening at once. Screams echoed in the distance, and the once-peaceful streets of your AU were now a warzone. Humans and monsters alike were scattering in every direction—some fighting, some fleeing—but none of them escaping the growing threat.

You’d been assured—promised even—that the star sanses had your back. That your world was protected from any potential threats outside your universe, especially from the likes of Nightmare. 'He won’t even get near you,' they said. 'We’ve got this', they say.

Yeah, right. If by 'got this,' they meant letting your AU fall into chaos while you ran for your life, then sure.

All around you, everything was in complete disarray. Monsters and humans alike ran frantically through the streets, some trying to defend their homes, others simply trying to stay alive. Ink was battling Error in a whirlwind of ink and glitchy strings, while also shielding panicked citizens from stray attacks. Dream was locked in an intense fight with his brother, while Swap rushed to evacuate as many people as he could, constantly checking over his shoulder for more incoming threats.

“Stay behind, help who you can!” Dream had shouted before rushing off. “You’re too important! We NEED you!” Yeah, right. Like you were really going to sit on the sidelines while everyone around you was in danger. Fighting might not be your cup of tea but the desperate cries for help of people around you—how could you not act about it?

You ducked through an alley, trying to avoid being seen as you headed toward a group of injured monsters. But just as you rounded the corner—

BHAAAM!!

A blur of white and black shot out from the shadows, tackling you to the ground with enough force to knock the wind out of your lungs. Before you could even register what was happening, you found yourself pinned beneath someone—or rather, something.

A skeleton. Another one. (Seriously??)

This one had an eerie, twisted grin on his face, his fading grey flashing with deranged excitement as he hovered over you, twirling a knife between his fingers. His laughter was chilling, low and predatory, as if he found the whole situation absolutely hilarious

“Whoa, easy there, sweetheart,” a voice croons, dangerously close to your ear. A skeleton looms over you, his grin wide and unsettling, eyes glinting with malicious glee. His bony fingers twirl a knife in a lazy pattern, the sharp edge gleaming as it gets closer and closer to your face. “Such a pretty little thing like you shouldn’t be runnin’ around like a headless chicken.”

Your heart pounds in your chest, but you don’t let the panic take over. You know who this is. You heard his name from dream occasionally—Killer, (iThat must be his code name, if you remember correctly?) Gotta be one of Nightmare’s henchmen. But no one told you he’d be this... fucked up.

“Eh~? You’re even cuter up close,” Killer hums, leaning in closer until his face is just inches from yours. Black liquid drips from his eye sockets, landing on your cheek. “And here I thought I was supposed to kill you. But you’re just too precious to mess up. A doll like you shouldn't be rolling around the dirt like a pig, don’t you think?”

His voice is like nails on a chalkboard, momentarily piercing your sense of hearing. You can feel his bony fingers tracing the side of your face, as if he’s inspecting a prize, his knife twirling faster as he grins down at you.

...

Well, this was a surprise.

When Nightmare had sent him after this 'annoying healer' who kept screwing up their plans, Killer initially expected some frail little do-gooder. Someone easily breakable.

But this? This was... just wow.

It was almost a shame to ruin something this pretty.

“Y’know,” he drawled, the knife twirling lazily between his fingers as he looked you over with a smirk, “I could just finish this real quick, but I’d hate to mess up a face like yours. Why don’t we skip the stabbing part and I’ll just—”

Nope, nope, nope, nope, nope. You couldn’t stand his voice, or the way he was leering down at you. You had to get out of here—now.

Your hand reached for the dagger Dream had given you—something for 'just in case.' Well, this definitely counted as just in case.

In one swift motion, you yanked the blade from its hiding spot and plunged it straight into Killer’s ribcage. The sound of cracking bone echoed, and the bright red target floating in his chest split slightly as he stumbled back with a wheezing laugh.

“Ohoho... You’ve got some fight in ya, huh? That hurt, babe,” he snickered, clutching at his chest. But the grin on his face never faltered, if anything, it grew wider, more unhinged.

You didn’t wait. You scrambled to your feet, bolting for the exit. You almost made it too—until a wall of bones shot up from the ground in front of you, blocking your way. The next second, a sudden wave of magic crashed over you, pinning you to the ground. Your limbs were pulled tight, as if invisible strings held you in place.

You groaned in frustration, struggling against the force that held your limbs suspended, but it was no use. You were stuck.

Killer sauntered toward you, still clutching his chest with one hand while the other casually twirled the knife again. His grin stretched impossibly wide, black smudge dripping from his socket as he crouched down beside you, unfazed by the wound you’d given him.

Kneeling on one leg, he leaned in closer, his bony fingers sliding beneath your chin and forcing you to meet his gaze. The black liquid from his eye dripped onto your face, cold and sticky, sending shivers down your spine.

“You know,” he said, voice low and taunting, “it’d be a real shame to let someone like you go to waste. Can’t really have that. Maybe I’ll coax the boss about keeping you around, hmm?” His grin widened impossibly, making your stomach turn. “After all, we could use a healer, and—let’s be honest—I definitely do. You broke somethin’ in here” he tapped his chest lightly, chuckling.

He leaned in closer, his breath—if you could call it that—brushing against your skin. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll know you take good care of me.”

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⇢ ˗ˏˋ YAN!SWAPDREAM.NIGHTMARE HCS ࿐ྂ

⊱.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ━━━━FEATURING: SWAPDREAM.Nightmare

⊱.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ━━━━CONTENT WARNING: Yandere in general. Soft yandere. Unhealthy attachment. Hint of violence. Implied Moral dilemma. One-sided love. Slightly implied suggestive theme(?). Attempt of nonconsensual touches (dw nothing really happens). Breaking in. Mention of stealing belongings. Stalking. Obsessive & Possessive thoughts. OCC. Proof-read(yay!)

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: Can't y'all notice that I want turn this into filthy filthy filthy? Pleaseeee :( Also this is probably one of the longest writing I ever made.

Nightmare doesn't like you. But not in a sense where he loathes you entirely— quite the contrary, actually— rather, in a way where he wants nothing to do with you and for the reason of it is simple; he wants you safe. Unlike his brother who feels exceedingly entitled to control his darling's emotions and calling dibs right up, nightmare would be very AGAINST IT.

The guardian of negativity are highly empathic when it comes to your situation— Poor little you, it must be unfortunate to be admired, let alone be loved, by a repulsive being such as himself, ain't it? He pity you, he truly does! This skeleton is painfully aware of the danger and dire possibilities of being associated with him even as he tries —and fails — to delude himself otherwise.

And yet, despite his words.... He couldn't bring to turn his heels away from you no matter what his conscience screamed at him. How unfortunate

The darker guardian never let you meet him. That's right, you heard it clearly; never let you meet him. Just as i'd stated earlier, there are so many dreadful scenarios that could happen to you just by associating or being seen together with him, public or not, there's still an eye in every corner.

While I tend to keep it ambiguous and leave the relationship of darling and the yandere to the readers, the most likely and fitted scenario that would happen here is he's a stranger to you— completely, utterly and entirely so. You wouldn't know who he is nor will get any thoughts about it. Nightmare made sure that you remain oblivious to his presence all while he's not in yours. He craftily calculated everything, pulling string deliberately over the course of continuing his duty to protect the weak —mostly you— and hunt his brother.

Speaking of which, nightmare's BIGGEST fear is for you, to encounter dream (yeah, you come first. The rest can come next or be damned, he doesn't really care). Hypothetically, if there is still indeed an apple left on the tree, nightmare wouldn't hesitate to devour it just to annihilate dream all at once the moment he senses any alludes of interest directly to you. This is not even him— talking from possessiveness. In general,the younger skeleton knows his (delusional) brother's motives and it's always up-to-no-good. The last thing he wanted is for his cherished beloved, to be caught on the web.

Nightmare is greatly frustrated at the situation he put himself in. While the judiciousness alongside his morality (fortunately) overpowering his very own desire, the minor part of mind— something that ran far deeper than simple hunger for closure or possession yet veiled by the constant self-restriction— constantly murmured temptation to his (metamorphic) ears. The promising of forbidden pleasure he could taste if he only let his guard down and indulge for once— just this once.

This is always how it goes. The voice will strike at the times where he's at his weakest and desperate point. Yet, by the end of the day, he will never acted out on it. After all, he swore to his very being to not disturb you with his wretched presence, only allowed to bask at the sight of your beauty behind the shadow, where he can properly monitor and execute any danger that could possibly lurking near you. Right, he doesn't have a weak mind, he can't be affected by it. No never!.

...

...Then why is he here...?

Damn it. Damn it, damn it, damn it. What the fuck is he thinking?!

Nightmare paced restlessly, his tall frame moving back and forth in complete silence at the corner of your room. His gloved hands gripped at the sides of his skull, clawing in desperation, trying to quiet the raging conflict inside his mind. His face twisted with emotions he fought so hard to keep buried—anguish, frustration, guilt. Each second that passed only darkened the torment.

This is bad. This is bad. This is so, so bad. Fuckin' hell, Nightmare, you’ve messed up real bad this time, he thought—or was it him thinking? The voice in his head sounded like his own, but the words were biting, foreign. His thoughts were so loud, so scattered, they felt almost tangible.

He needed to smoke. Anything to dull the noise in his head, to drag himself back to some semblance of control. But the heavy sigh that left him was shaky, not quite calming. He had to get a grip. If he let his emotions slip any further, he might wake you, and disturbing your peace was the last thing he wanted to do.

Nightmare paused, standing still as his gaze shifted toward your sleeping form. You looked so peaceful, completely unaware of the storm raging just a few feet away. Seeing you like this—so vulnerable, so unguarded—was enough to make his thoughts blur into a painful white noise.

What the hell am I doing here? He’d sworn to himself, over and over again, that he wouldn’t disturb you. That he’d stay in the shadows where he belonged, only watching from a distance, ensuring your safety without ever letting you know of his cursed presence. He was supposed to be your guardian, protector. Never the intruder.

But here he was, standing at the edge of your bed like a hypocrite, breaking all the promises he’d made to himself. Guilt gnawed at him, making him feel filthy, like he was tainting the very air around you. He was doing exactly what he swore he never would—he was crossing the line. He should leave. Now. Forget this ever happened and go back to keeping his distance.

But when his gaze fell on you again, all his self-reprimands dissolved. The thoughts turned to dust in the back of his mind. You were ethereal. So pure, so unblemished, so untouched by almost anything.

Without realizing it, his feet moved forward. He knelt at the edge of your bed, his hand trembling as it hovered near your exposed leg. His mind flooded with filthy, shameful thoughts—what if he just let go for once? What if he gave in to the temptation that had been eating away at him for so long? He could touch you right now, could claim just a moment of forbidden pleasure.

...

But the moment passed. His restraint won out, as it always did.

Instead of touching your skin, Nightmare gently grasped the edge of your blanket, pulling it over you to cover the exposed areas. His hands were still shaking as he made sure the fabric was tucked securely around you, ensuring that no cold air would reach your delicate skin. It was a small act, something that soothed the turmoil within him, if only for a fleeting second.

He stood again, distancing himself from the temptation that had nearly undone him. His gaze wandered across your room, taking in the personal belongings that filled the space. His eyes caught on the pictures scattered on your shelves—photos of you, smiling alongside others. Who are these people? Jealousy flared within him, but he quickly quashed it, moving instead toward your belongings.

His eyes landed on something small and delicate: your handkerchief. It sat neatly on one of your shelves, its design is unmistakably yours. Nightmare reached for it with trembling hands, bringing the fabric to his face. He inhaled softly, trying to capture the faint trace of your scent that lingered on the cloth.

The scent calmed him, grounding him for a moment as he stood there in the quiet of your room, the fabric pressed gently to his face. After a while, the feeling faded. His fingers grew still, and he knew it was time to leave.

But instead of placing the handkerchief back where he found it, he tucked it neatly into his coat pocket. A small, selfish memento of the night. A part of you to keep with him when he couldn’t be near.

He made his way back to your bedside, his gaze falling on you one last time. His eyes softened as he watched you sleep, his chest heavy with longing and guilt. He didn’t deserve to be here, didn’t deserve to be near you.

With one final glance, he disappeared, fading in the gust of purple smoke as if he’d never been there at all.

Ⓒ 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐮𝐛𝐦𝐦 ──── 10/6/24 Navigation | Masterlist

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✧ ˚.YANTOBER 💀🎃 (starting in Octo. 10! And failed in 19 :{{ )

📝⊱.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ━━━━{{👁️⃤⇢ ˗ˏˋ LOVE.Triangle ࿐ྂ (YAN!BILL.sans)

📝⊱.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ━━━━{{🩸⛏ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ BLOOD.Bath࿐ྂ (YAN!HORROR.sans)

📝⊱.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ━━━━{{🎯🔪⇢ ˗ˏˋ LOVE.Struck࿐ྂ (YAN!KILLER.sans) (accidentally posted this too early!!! Not intentional!!! :( )

📝⊱.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ━━━━{{✖🔪 ⇢ ˗ˏˋ ON MY.Knees࿐ྂ (YAN!CROSS.sans) (accidentally post this again!! 😭😭 I don't know what the hell's wrong with my Tumblr that it keep publishing my work even when it still not a due date :(( )

📝⊱.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ━━━━{{🍎☀️ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ EMBRACE࿐ྂ (YAN!DREAM.sans)

📝⊱.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ━━━━{{🍎☪⇢ ˗ˏˋINJURIES࿐ྂ (YAN!PASSIVE.nightmare)

📝⊱.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ━━━━{{🍭✮⇢ ˗ˏˋBITTER.Sweet࿐ྂ (YAN!CANDY.sans)

📝⊱.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ━━━━{{𓆩☀️𓆪⇢ ˗ˏˋ WARMTH࿐ྂ (YAN!SWAPDREAM.dream)

✧ ˚.GENERAL HEADCANONS 💀

📝⊱.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ━━━━ (YAN!SWAPDREAM.nightmare)

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Flowers

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Him?

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⚠️👁️ ❝ You won't leave me, won't you?❞

Specially dedicated to :

|| @ihavetoomanyfictionalcrushes

[[Reading their fics with more pathetic bill makes

me giddy inside!! So desperate yet bratty!!!

Sorry for tagging you twice, too!!!]]

❝𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐 𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚞𝚗 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚌 𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛 itself. ❞

━ 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆 𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐄/𝐇𝐈𝐌 ᵎᵎ

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|| ⚠️👁️❝ 𝙷𝚎'𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌, 𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝-! ❞

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|| @bigfatbimbo @ihavetoomanyfictionalcrushes

[[Their work is so silly!!]]

❝𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐 𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚞𝚗 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚌 𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛 itself. ❞

━ 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆 𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐄/𝐇𝐈𝐌 ᵎᵎ