Sanscest One Shots || OLD and MOVED

~ Crossmare ~

Half of my book is Crossmare lmao-
I really like this ship tho -w-;
Requested by: @OnlyAMEME
(I think-)
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(Cross is acting tough around Nightmare, and Nightmare is drunk and being a needy bitch.)

"Boss, please."
Cross has known Nightmare for a good while, around three years ago when he joined the bad sanses.
They're supposed to have a professional relationship, but since they all stay at Nightmare's house, they occasionally get mixed in with each other's personal life.
Nightmare was especially bad.
He often got drunk, and whenever he got drunk, he got utterly wasted. It was an interesting and funny sight once Cross first started seeing it, but then Nightmare sometimes got a bit... Emotional.
Like right now.

Nightmare looked up to Cross, who gave him the usual cold, empty look. Yet, his eyes said he was sympathetic to the goopy sans. Nightmare wiped his tears away slightly.
"I-I'm s-so-sorry.." Nightmare hiccuped, his words were slurred shaky. His voice was rough, he's been crying for a good while now.
"Shh, it's okay Boss.." Cross hummed, rubbing the head of his current form, his passive form. Cross sighed lightly and laid Nightmare on his bed.
"D-Doon-t leave m-me.." Nightmare wimpered, still crying and slurring his words. Cross bent down and gave Nightmare a soft, reassuring kiss on the forehead.
"I need to get you some water, you've been crying for almost thirty minutes." Cross said. "I'll come back really soon, okay? I promise it won't take long."
"O-okay.." Nightmare sniffled.

"So, how's Nightmare going?" Killer chuckled. He was still worried for him though. They were pretty good friends, and Killer knew that Nightmare only went to Cross because he had fallen for him, and he wanted to spend more time with him, even while drunk like that.
It's not the most attractive thing, no. But Nightmare doesn't seem to care right at that moment in time.
"He's cried for so goddamn long." Cross sighed. "I'm getting him some water, he sounds awful."
Killer nodded, and Cross went to the fridge. Cross poured Nightmare a tall glass of water, and teleported back into his own room, where Nightmare was staying.
"Sit up please." Nightmare complied, and Cross gave him the cup. Cross went to the other side of the bed and sat beside Nightmare. Nightmare chugged the whole cup, putting it away.
"Thank you." Nightmare mumbled, wrapping his arms around Cross. Cross smiled softly, and patted Nightmare on the back.
"Crossy." Nightmare mumbled. "I love you~"
This wasn't a surprise from Cross. But each time he brought it up, he blushed heavily. It threw him into a confusing position. Nightmare might not "love" him in the morning and only like how he would always help him. Cross didn't know if what he felt was real love either, it could just be the constant praise making him weak.
Cross sighed, no time for something like that.
"Crossy, so you love me?" Nightmare asked. Cross  blinked, he couldn't instantly give him an answer.
"I.." Cross mumbled. "I don't know."
"Okay, once you know, don't be afraid. I'll still be your boss." Nightmare mumbled, nuzzling Cross's chest.
Cross looked at the time, and it read 10:00PM, Cross's usual bedtime.
"Nighty, I'm going to sleep." Cross told him. "Do you want to sleep in my bed with me?"
Nightmare nodded, and wrapped his legs around Cross. Cross blushed and chuckled slightly, kissing him on the forehead.
"Goodnight Nightmare."
"Nighty Night Crossy."