Enjoy this you filthy sinners. Even though I'm a sinner for writing this, whatever! Just read it! Go.
Enjoy.
Also there will be a couple inside jokes in here- You know who you are- So helllllooooo
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Killer, yet again, Was being a crackhead. Repeatedly falling down the stairs, drinking until he can't breathe and of course, being more kinky then ever. Nightmare was on the brink of actually shoving him off the roof, since the stairs were already abused at this point. Then Nightmare heard it...for the fifth time this morning, Killer tumbling downstairs. Nightmare honestly had never seen Killer being this clumsy and hyper.
Finally, the tumbling stopped, leaving the house momentarily quiet. Nightmare was tapped his finger on the side of the couch, Staring down at the bruised Killer. "So are you done?" He asked, Killer getting up, his arms and legs shaking from all the gained bruises from falling down repeatedly. "Ha..H—Ha...I'm never done..." Nightmare simply rolled his 'eye' looking back down at the book he was reading previously.
Killer would limp over to the kitchen, getting up onto the kitchen counter. Wincing when his knee pressed onto the counter as he leaned upwards to grab the med-kit...he fell again, his knee slipping up to far onto the counter, forcing his body weight the other way, falling heavily and loosely onto the floor. His shoulder blade hitting the floor at a curve, a sharp pain jerking through his body, leaving a pained feeling on his shoulder blade. With that happening, he let out a somewhat pained cry.
Once heard, Nightmare would get up, went into the kitchen, and stared at his injured boyfriend on the floor. Part of him was angry at his boyfriend's stupidity to not ask for his help, and part of him felt pity for not offering his help in the first place. So with those mixed emotions, he simply just stared at him. Killer would roll himself to face the other way, not even noticing Nightmare, he simply didn't want the floor to put more pressure on any of his bruises.
Not long after Nightmare came out of his thoughts, blinking back into reality and out of his thoughts. Leaning down next to the small injured skeleton, who turned back to Nightmare, despite his shoulder being in pain with that angle. "If you needed help grabbing something you should've just asked me for help..." Killer chuckled at that, his body laying limp on the floor while he faced Nightmare.
"Sorry, Just didn't wanna bother an already annoyed octopus." Nightmare let out an annoyed sigh at the nickname, the urge to tell him that he couldn't call him that was there, but. He left it be, Just for this one time. A single tentacle reached up and picked up the med-kit while Nightmare had picked up Killer by himself, not like that was difficult since Killer was really just a big warm ball of fluff. He carried Killer easily up the stairs, guiding into there shared room.
Once in there room, Nightmare closed the door and put the smaller skeleton on the bed, who winced since he was now resting on that bruise. "I don't think you have anything besides bruises, so the least I could do is an ice-pack, unless you have either toothpaste or Aloe Vera." Killer would hum, looking up at Nightmare. "How do you know that will help anyways?" "I've read a few things about healing Killer."
Killer just sighed at that since it really wasn't a proper answer, Nightmare would open the med-kit and pulled out Aloe Vera. "Can you take off your shirt for me?" Nightmare questioned. Killer snorted, blushing sooty black. "Oh come on Killer, Are you serious?" Nightmare half-shouted, just making Killer start laughing. "Why do you have to have such a dirty mind, it takes you just a few seconds to switch into that mindset!"
Most of Nightmare was doing this to simply get Killer's mind of the pain, And part of his was also annoyed with how quickly Killer's mind chance. Nightmare sighed, rolling his eye. Killer had begun to strip of his clothes, like...seriously, he was stripping them off. Making subtle movements or motions with his hands. Though Killer barely noticed this at all, since this was how Lust had taught him to do certain things and it was just a natural habit to do in front of another person.
(Ok- So- I'ma pause this real fast but like...I was watching Flamingo. Childish right?- anyways. So my headphones were being really quiet for some reason, and I realized they weren't plugged in all the way, so I fix it and bOoM! Flamingo screaming in my ear. I- Ow... ;w:)
Nightmare's cyan blush just grew on his face completely mesmerized with Killer's somewhat hypnotic movements. Then quickly snapped out of that state when he realized that he was watching his boyfriend undress, Once he knew Killer finished, Nightmare got up and left the room to get an ice pack. Relieved to get out of that room, even for a little while. Once he returned, he almost regretted coming back in.
He had almost forgotten that Killer had stripped off his top-half since he was trying so hard to direct his attention to something else, so when he came back into the room and saw a half-dressed Killer sitting down in bed with his legs neatly folded over each other in a relaxed and somewhat confident pose...Nightmare was blushing so hard that his tentacles were flicking in anticipation.
(Does Nightmare have a thing for Confidence and cocky people?- Possibly, maybe not. You'll never know- Unless I make it a headcanon. pOsSiBlY-)
Nightmare would immediately shake away the feeling, along with thoughts. Now was not the time...And it never will be. He brought himself back to Killer, sitting down on the bed, keeping the ice-pack close. Nightmare was focusing more on getting this over with what Killer was saying and doing, but once finished. Everything went quiet, so Nightmare glanced up at Killer. He was holding the ice-patch to his neck, looking out the window. His other arm propped so he laid there comfortably, his legs still folded.
Goopmare would just look the other way again, more cyan just coming across his face, Which Killer has seemed to notice now, since he was inching his face closer to his. "You feeling Ok Night...?" Nightmare forced a nod, then felt Killer grasp at his sweater's zipper, pulling it up. Nightmare just sat there, facing Killer. He was humming softly, pulling Noot's hood over his head, with that. He kissed him.
(Killer is being a very subtle tease- and I feel like I'm toooo good at writing about it...hhhh...Whateveh. Take your sin.)
Nightmare had just froze. Not a single reaction fell out of him. He was simply just gone.
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Hah. You thought I was gonna actuallllyyyy write some sin? Nah. I'm waiting for Crime to finish until I can freely write sin. You aren't getting anything from me until that slow burn is done. So yeeeeee sorry for the people who requested sin-
Or I could just break my own rules and do it anyways. Ehh we'll see.
