Criminal By Britney Spears No I Don't Take Criticism

The Crossmare community is gonna disown me if I keep posting Crosslust

"The Solutions."

Part two of "The Affairs."

Lust teleported to a local park. He sat on a bench and sniffled. Ge was afraid of what Error would do to him. Would Nightmare tell Error?

Error and Nightmare WERE good friends afterall. But Lust hadn't gotten a or text since Nightmare caught them. Although, it was only two hours ago. Lust loved Error. Error was funny and strong, he was kind to Lust. Was. When they were married he was always drunk and angry.

Lust sniffled as tears ran down his cheek bones. He started sobbing quietly. He sobbed for a while. He remembers how good things used to be. Even when he was called a slut, it was still better than it was now.

Horror was walking outside. He was tired and hungry. He didn't have anyone on him. He noticed Lust crying on the bench.

He didn't know if he should approach Lust. Everyone knew Lust was Error's husband, and how possessive Error was. But Lust was crying.

Horror had spoken to Lust a few times, and he considered Lust a good acquaintance.

Horror carefully made his way to Lust. He wasn't actually sure what to say. Nightmare did teach the gang comforting skills. Surprising, I know. But he did. His excuse was, "I don't want you all becoming Killer when Dust asks him to race him down the stairs."

"Uh.. Lust.. ya um...'kay?" Horror asked. Lust tensed amd looked up at Horrorm he visibly relaxed seeing it wasn't Error or anyone else he didn't trust. Lust let put a shaky, "No."

Horror bit his non existent lip, taking a seat next to Lust. The two sat in silence. Lust hugged Horror tightly and started crying even harder than he was before.

Horror patted his back. Lust sobbed out everything. The affair with Error, His affair with Cross, what Error was like, and what happened only two hours ago. Horror sat in shook. His fists tightened. "He can't treat ya like that!" Horror said.

Lust shook his head. "I dont blame him for never loving me. You know as well as I do that he had his problems."

"Still doesn't justify what he did." Horror stated. Lust nodded and cuddled closer to Horror.

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Error thought about everything. He never loved Lust. He thought for a while. Ink was there. Lust was the only one to show him affection. But when they were married he started taking his anger out on Lust. He saw Lust more often when he was anger.

Error treated Lust gow he was treated. Ink told him it wasn't right. And Error decided he wanted a divorce. The thing was he didn't want to hurt Lust, so he started making it obvious he wasn't into Lust, hoping HE would get the divorce.

He was currently cuddling with Ink on the couch, watching Undernovela. He was waiting for Lust to come home. He wasn't drunk. He was prepared. He was ready to apologize.

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Cross cuddled closer to Nightmare. Nightmare rolled his eye, a tentacle petting Cross. Cross beamed. The bed felt nice. It was so soft and comfortable. Nightmare was reading a c h o n k y book. Cross drew circles on Nightmare's tentacles.

Nightmare grinned and looked over at Cross. "You're cute." Nightmare said.

Cross smiled. "I know. You are too~"

Nightmare set his book down and set it to the side. Nightmare focused for a bit and turned into his passive form. He yawned and stretched. He laid down next to Cross. Cross kissed Nightmare. Nightmare kissed back.

Nightmare strokes the back of Cross's skull. Cross pulled away and smiled. Nightmare looked away. "How would you feel if we ever had kids?" Nightmare asked. Cross blushed a purple and started thinking. "I mean, kids would be fine. I like some of them."

"Good because I'm pregnant."

"EXCUSE ME?!"

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That part two. There will be a part three because why not. Plus I like writing this soap opera. @nightmarexcross

I hope you enjoy-

I tried to Include Crossmare in this part and I'm tired so I tried to incorporate how nice this bed feels.

The end tho-

I tried to end it off funny for this part.

I think it is obvious that i have a small obsession with Alpacas and Llamas

[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

Me, writing: You're a writer not an artist.

Me, drawing: This looks like shit but shitposts are good.

Me, drawing for fanart: make it look good or else you've been a disgrace to this fandom

Me, writing a fanfic: You only ever write fanfictions what the fuck are you talking about

Bisedyal

Wait-

Me:

O h-

skin color ref because some of yall non-black poc and whites keep fucking up as if yall don’t know there’s other shades of brown when u racebend for woke points or something 

(non-black artists please reblog)

Isn't he just dreamy?

'On Monday we met and you took me home.

You gave me a family of friends you see, and I loved you all equally.

Well that isn't true actually. I liked one more than the rest. And it was you. You were so charming. So funny. So smart. So strong and so cool. And you cared about me. You cared about others too.

People say you have bad heart and that you're cruel amd vain. But they don't know the real you.

On Tuesday you grabbed my arm and pulled me aside. I had dropped a glass on the floor shattered. I was scared for a bit. But you gave me a Dustpan and told be to hold still. You took a broom and sweeper it up. You didn't yell or hit. You were... nice.

You told be to be more careful, that I could have hurt myself. And you cared.

On Wednesday, I felt weak. I felt like falling over. The whole left side of me felt weak and tired. You picked me up and you carried me to my bedroom, which took a while because we lived in a castle. He tucked me to sleep, and stayed a bit. You got a book out. I had reached out for your hand and you smiled. You took my hand and held it as a fell asleep.

Apparently Killer walked in when I was asleep. He would always tease me about this. I found it funny. You didn't. That made it better.

On Thursday, Error confided in me about his crush. I remember taking his hands and pulling him close. You walked in on us. We swore it was nothing and that it wasnt what it looked like. You weren't so sure though. You seemed... jealous? In fact you didn't put us in any missions after that.

On Friday you were sick. You caught a cold from Dust. I made you some soup and you thanked me. I liked it. The way you smiled at me. It was lovely. You looked a little different because you were sick. Well really different actually but... I still liked you the same. You were the same person no matter what you looked like.

You said you like how brave and courageous I was. I blushed and shook it off. Telling you I wasnt brave or courageous. You smiled and rolled your eyes. Before you fell asleep you said you loved me. What did you mean by that?

On Saturday you were better and I was glad. We watched a movie. A horror movie. Lust and Killer were scared shitless. Killer and Lust were clutching onto each other. And I was scared too. But I wanted you to think I was brave. But you pulled me closer and said it was okay to be scared. Right. I was stupid. You could feel emotions.

You liked the darkness. It was always dark. We all fell asleep after the fourth movie. Well expect for me amd you. I was on your shoulder and you were on your phone. We laughed at something we saw. You turned your phone off and the only thing I could see was your cyan eyelight. You pressed our mouths together.

On Sunday I was nervous. I was so scared for you. You were in a bad fight with your brother. You said you loved me with all your heart before you went unconscious.

A month later I slept in your bed, praying you would come home okay. We were the same. Error would lead us and we even made a truce with your brother.

In fact him and Killer are together. Did you know that? I'm sure you did.

Half a year later the doctors said it would be a miracle if you woke up. Thing was I was too emotional. I was sick a lot. Then I went to the doctor and it turns out i was pregnant. You're the only one I let into my life. I knew it was yours. I prayed amd prayed. You deserved to meet your kid.

A year later we got news. We were visiting you. All of us. Even your son. I called him Incubux. I think you'd like him. The doctor thought you would wake up. Our son was a few months old.

A few months old. He looked a lot like you. I was excited. Finially you would meet your son.

But you never woke up. You took your last breathe when our son was seven. We were by your sighed and you turned to dust. I never got to tell you I loved you back. But you knew. Incubux is fifteen now. I'm over it now. I still love you. But I dont cry tears of sadness when I remember you. But tears of joy.

Our son has a boyfriend. Error's kid. Oh. Error and Ink got married. So did Killer and Dream actually. Most of us did. Dust and Blueberry, Horror and Lust, SwapLust and Swapfell, but not me. Maybe in another life we can get married.

I'm writing this letter to you, Nightmare. I know how much you liked to read, so I tried to make it worth it. When ever I look at our son I see you. And I know you're watching us.

I'll join you soon. You see, I'm dying. Our son still young. I've made a will. Dream gets our son. I know you would want that. I have a few months left to live. And I'm going to spend each thinking about you. I've made several letters, and I'll give them all to you.

All my love, Cross.'

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This made ME tear up a bit.

Crossmare angst bro. @nightmarexcross

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