Suffocating Joy {Nightmare x Reader}

Getting Ready

~(Y/N)'s POV~

Nightmare's hands rubbed soft circles into my back, soothing me slightly. "As much as I would like to say yes, I desperately need a shower and a fresh set of clothes." Killer groaned, but Cross's quick agreeance made his protests a bit quieter. "Besides, I'm sure (Y/N) would like to wear their own clothes instead of everyone else's...right?" I nodded, saying that was actually what I was going to ask Nightmare about. "Why did you refrain..?" "I didn't want to be the one holding everybody up. I would've felt bad..." Nightmare's hands stopped rubbing and simply pressed me closer to him. "You're too kind, my Darling..." "Oh, barf-" "Killer-" I snorted, rubbing my cheek against Nightmare.

"Do you two wish to go back and change as well?" Cross eagerly accepted, but Killer just groaned and whined. Nightmare nonetheless chuckled and created two portals. He told Killer and Cross to go through one while leading me through the other. The portal closed behind us, my eyes barely adapting to the darkness of Nightmare's bedroom before he was moving again. He led me over to his bed and promptly sat me down. I blinked a bit, watching as he pulled his jacket and shirt off. I whistled, his cheeks going cyan. "(Y-Y/N)-" I chuckled, Nightmare coming close and connecting his teeth to my lips in a soft kiss.

He lingered for a bit before pulling away and kissing my forehead. "Do you want a shower as well? You can go in before me." I nodded, rubbing my eyes. "Yeah, my stomach's all bloody and gross..." Nightmare chuckled and helped me to my feet, leading me to his bathroom. My jaw fucking dropped when I saw how big and fancy it was. "This is like...the same size as my room at home..." "Is that bad..?" "No it's just...Wow. I forgot you were rich." Nightmare chuckled and kissed my temple, showing me how to work the shower and leaving me to my devices. I stripped down and tossed my clothes in a pile on the floor, hopping into the shower. Finally, cleaning...

~Cross's POV~

I walked into the portal behind Killer, my eye lights dilating to get accustomed to his room. "Wha- Why is your room so dirty?" Killer shrugged, riffling through his drawers- his clothes aren't even folded! "I'm gonna take a shower; wanna join me~?" I was so disgusted by his room, I didn't even register that he was flirting. "No, I think I'm gonna clean your room...gross." Killer faltered in the corner of my vision and sighed, going into his bathroom. I was quickly getting the dirty laundry in the basket, making the bed, and fixing his drawers. By the time he came out with a towel around his waist, I had already gotten clothes from my room to change into.

"Well hot damn, Oreo! Looks good! You w-" "Did you leave your clothes in the bathroom?" Killer's smile faltered and he sighed, going back to grab it and throw it in the laundry. As I started walking towards the bathroom, he grabbed my sleeve. I paused and turned to look at him, despite him facing away. "Did I say something, Cross?" His voice was so flat and devoid of his usual cocky tone that it startled me into almost not talking. "N-No? Why would you-" "Is it because I let (Y/N) get hurt?" I sighed and turned around fully, turning Killer around by his shoulders to face me.

He kept his head down so I couldn't see his expression. "Why would I be upset about that?" "I dunno, maybe because you liked them?" I felt my cheeks slightly heat up, sighing. "I thought they were cute, Killer. That's all. It really wasn't more than a surface level thi-" "What about Dream." My grip tightened slightly on his shoulders, Killer letting some strangled chuckle out. "You still like Dream, don't you?" "No." Killer looked up at me, faint white rings in his sockets. He looked a mix between incredulous and completely apathetic. I sighed and leaned forward, pressing our teeth together as softly as I could. "I like you, I thought it was pretty obvious. Pfft, and you call me the slow one."

~(Y/N)'s POV~

I knocked on the bathroom door, Nightmare's footsteps getting closer. "Is everything alright, Darling?" I chuckled a little, my hands folded over my bottom half despite being alone in the bathroom. "I, um, don't have clothes..." "Ah, not to worry. I got you some a bit ago for such an occasion. A-A date, not you needing them. W-Well, you need them for a-" "I get it, Nighty." He chuckled quietly, saying he would get them before his footsteps receded. I waited in the bathroom before Nightmare returned, saying he needed to open the door to hand them over. I quickly grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my body, opening the door to grab the clothes.

I shut the and locked the door again, drying off a bit more. Nightmare gave me more than just clothes, it seemed. A hairbrush, a blow dryer, deodorant- all the normal things needed to get ready. My cheeks heated up as I realized the brand of deodorant was the exact same as I had at home. I could only imagine he went to find out what I used and got it for me- there was no way it was a coincidence. In the pile of clothes and other things, there was a tiny white back with something in it- a ring. It was the ring Jaxin gave me. The black Dahlia that he said reminded him of me. I smiled fondly and put it on.

After getting my hair done and looking just as good as ever, I started getting dressed. I put on a white tank top with a (F/C) long-sleeve sweater on top. I then put the black distressed jeans on that, somewhat unfortunately, were skinny jeans. I knew Nightmare would like how I looked, but I just didn't think my legs looked good in them. I shook my head, assuring myself silently that Nightmare would like them and that's what mattered. Besides, his compliments would definitely get me more comfortable in them. I put the white socks on and then the black Hey Dudes- I didn't know Nightmare even knew what those were.

Wait, did he buy all this? Shit, those shoes are like sixty bucks! Nightmare, you rich bastard- "Are you ready, dear?" "Yeah, I'm ready," I said, unlocking the door and opening it. Nightmare's face turned bright cyan as he looked me up and down. "Y-You look stunning..." I smiled and thanked him, taking my time looking him over. He had a white button up shirt on, tucked into some black dress pants with a black belt. I whistled just like I had previously, my hands running over his chest. Immediately, I could tell there was something besides just bones under his clothes. I couldn't feel his ribs like I could earlier. I raised my eyebrow.

"Why can't I feel your ribs?" Nightmare unbuttoned a bit of his shirt, showing off a cyan sort of pseudo flesh. He explained the entire idea of an "ecto body". It's essentially a way for monsters, such as skeletons, to have a body which is required for reproduction. He said they can adapt to the monster's preferences- they can be male, female, both, or even neither. Nightmare said that having the ecto also came with organs, like a liver and stomach, which leads to them actually needing to use the bathroom and other such things. He spent a few more minutes explaining before I really got the concept cemented into my head.

"Ah- Cross texted me asking if we were ready." "Oh, sorry. Didn't mean to waste time..." Nightmare's hands cupped my cheeks, pulling me closer for a soft kiss. "It wasn't a waste of time. It was a genuine question about something you had no idea about. I'm glad I got to tell you." I smiled and kissed his nasal cavity, his hand slipping down to interlock with mine. He created a portal, which led out right outside the theater that led to us meeting in the first place. Damn, I never did watch that movie. Cross and Killer came out of their own portal, dressed similarly. Killer had a black t-shirt which said "Daddy's Little Slut" in neon pink with some skinny leather pants. Cross was dressed in a black shirt and black jeans, a big fluffy jacket on with black X's.

"Ah, you're wearing your jacket?" Cross chuckled and rubbed his neck. "It gets cold in the theaters..." I agreed, saying this one was super cold. Nightmare's grip softly tightened on my hand, whispering to say he would make sure I wasn't cold. Honestly, he's adorable. He cares so much about me and it makes me feel really special... "So, movie?" I nodded, leading Nightmare toward the ticket booth. I greeted the same nineteen year old that had worked at the theater since I was kidnapped. He greeted me casually and told me that if I wanted Barbie or Oppenheimer that I would have to wait a while. I asked what movies they did have, and the moment he mentioned Dirty Dancing, it was decided. After all, what better movie was there for a first date?

I knooooooooooooooooooooooooow you were probably hoping for Barbenheimer, but I have absolutely no idea what the fuck the Barbie movie is even about. Like, I haven't seen either of them, but Oppenheimer was researchable because it...happened...Anyways, now they're all gonna watch one of my favorite movies that somewhat recently was in a theater that I went to. So yeah...Dirty Dancing. :D

Date: 8/6/23 04:52

Word Count: 1614