Working On A Fanfic. (Not The Affairs Sadly) And I Have No Fucking Clue What To Do Or How To Right This.

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[VERSION ONE]

Swearing

   Cross sat down and the bench. He winced as he took his shirt off. The Bad Sanses just got out of a brutal fight with the Star Sanses. Nightmare cracked his hands and prepared the magic. Dust looked over at Cross' back.

    His ribcage was scratched up badly. "What the fuck? Why is your back scratched up so badly?"

The gang looked over at his ribcage. Nightmare raised an eyebrow at his boyfriend.

   Cross flashed back to the time, a few days ago, where he found a stray cat. He went to pet it, and it attacked him.

Cross came back to reality. "Umm... Well- Its uh- Heheh-"

   Cross bblushed in embarsement and started sweating nervously. "Did Nightmare fuck you-"

   "Oh god no, we agreed to wait till marriage." Nightmare said.

Cross panicked. "I'M HAVING AN AFFAIR-" Cross blurted out. "Oh. Oh shit. " Dust said. Cross' eyes widened at what he said. "Wait no, no no, that-that's not what I meant to say!" Cross said looking at Nightmare.  "How could you?" He asked.

   "Nightmare- That isn't true- I-I-I didn't mean to say that, it-it's not even true!" Cross shouted, panicking. Lust bit his 'lip'. Killer fiddled with his fingers, clearly uncomfortable. Nightmare sighed. He went silent for a while. They all did. "You picked up a stray cat didn't you?

"Yeah..."

[VERSION TWO]

    Nightmare came back home after a long fight with Dream. He was in his passive form. He sat next to Cross on the bed. Cross smiled at his husband. "Can you heal me honey?" Nightmare asked. Cross nodded. "Of course, my moon." Nightmare smiled and took his shirt off. Cross paused at seeing his back.

"What the-?! What happened to your back, moon?!" Cross asked.

Nightmare paused and went back to the day before, where he found a box of kittens and a mama cat. He tried to take them home but the mama cat didn't like it and, well, scratched his back up. Nightmare blushed in embarrassment and blurted out, "I'm having an affair!"

Cross sighed. "What's the real reason?" He asked. Nightmare teared up. "I just wanted the kittens!"

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So its shitty but I had a good laugh.

Cross: What the-!? Why is your back all scratched up?!

Passive! Nightmare: *Flashback to messing with a rabid raccoon after Cross told him not to*

Passive! Nightmare: ..I’m having an affair!

Papyrus is autistic

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I think all the crosslust kids know what their parents are known for. Like Lust is supposedly a "slut" and "whore" and Cross is a bad guy who has murdered a lot of people.

La'Lia is a daddy's girl.

Keen is like a flirt. I wouldn't call him a slut because he's like 15. He's just a show off of his body. Like he has good self esteem.

La'Lia has decent self esteem. People who know her dont fuck with her because she'd beat the shit out if them.

The twins took martial arts lessons.

The twins don't get along. Like they fight constantly.

"Shadows"

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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.

I made a ship chart for utaus

So, TW, abuse, toxicity, break ups,

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So I never really knew you

God I really tried too,

Blindsighted, addicted

Thought we could really do this, but really we were foolish

In hindsight it's obvious,

talking with my sister I ask why do you love this guy, she i said "I dont really know, but it's love and that's fine."

Some mistakes get made that's alright, that's okay,

You can think that you're in love

when your really just in pain

Some mistakes get made, that's alright, that's okay, in the end I'm sure that there's a moral to our stories

It's funny memory,

Can turn into a bad dream,

When running wild,

Turns violentile,

Remember how we hid in my closet?

Just like our sexualities did,

So romantic, But you never even loved me!

God I should have seen the signs!

Talking with parents they asked, "where did you find these friends?" I said, "I don't really know, but it's true and that's fine!"

You that, Some mistakes get made that's alright, that's okay,

You can think that you're in love

when your really just in pain

Some mistakes get made, that's alright, that's okay, in the end it's better for us, what's the moral of our story!?

They say it's better to have loved and lost, then never to feel love at all.

That's just a loud of shit.

But we just need to tell you all.

Some mistakes get made that's alright, that's okay,

You can think that you're in love

when your really just in engaged

Drama will get to you, and that's alright, it's okay, soon it will be better for us, there's a moral to our stories, right?

Some mistakes were made, is that fine? It's not okay, some mistakes I've made were never right, I'm not okay, but I promise I'd stick around for the better of our stories.

Some mistakes get made that's alright, that's okay,

You can think that you're in love

when your really just in pain

I've made some bad mistakes,

I'm still crying

It's okay

We can get through this honey, I know that there's a moral to our stories!

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I remember listening to MOTS and thinking, "wow this fits me and my friends. I wonder what would happen if I made it more like us." And this is what I have. I keep thinking, "There's gotta be a reason why were are all like this."

My friends and I were kind of violent. Physically I was the worst. Maybe verbally too. But we were toxic to each other. It's wrong to say, but that's how we clicked. That's how we worked. That's how we liked it. And hated it. We were perfect for each other. The friend group was always mixed up, and for me, I was really the glue.

I try and I try but it's so so hard to change. I believe the song isnt just about romantic relationships, but platonic ones too. So yeah. Based on real events.