#writing angst is a nightmare

[megumimania]

UNGODLY HOUR

warnings: mentions of alcohol and drugs, fluff at the end (i lied!), rapper!ony x black reader, kinda angsty, reader and ony need therapy, mild swearing, unhealthy relationships, somewhat happy ending

a/n: im back after falling off the face of the earth xx this wasn’t supposed to be this sad, sorry x🤗 im clearing out the drafts

ony kept calling again and again, usually you’d ignore it like what you’ve been doing for the past month but tonight was different, so you finally picked up the phone. “hey.” you answered, your voice still groggy from sleep. “hey? it’s been a month y/n, where the fuck have you been!” he said with a slight slur to his words, he was drunk.

“first off, watch your tone when you talk to me and second of all, i’ve been busy.” you replied with a bite to your tone. now you regretted picking up the phone in the first place. prior to your month of no contact with ony, you were his rock. in an industry full of yes men and record labels who didn’t give a fuck about what he did as long as he dropped music on time, you were a breath of fresh air. you were his peace.

so when he’d have a rough day, or was high or drunk out of his mind, you were the first person he called. and you always came to his rescue, calming him down, helping him sober up, hiding him from the paparazzi—but it got all too much. the infrequent bad days became frequent, and his constant expectation for you to be there when he called, meant you lost out on opportunities and relationships, and you slowly began to build some resentment towards him, but that swiftly came down when you realised he was just hurting and lonely.

you were there for him through everything.

you tried to love him from a distance, help him from a distance but that became overwhelming too. you tried to get him help, but that often went nowhere. after a tense argument with him, you went ghost, needing space from him entirely. you still kept up with him on socials though, anonymously of course and it looked like he was doing well—until tonight.

“busy with what?” he asked. you let out a deep sigh before replying, “busy with my life, i have shit that exists outside of you, you know that right?” he went silent for a second before laughing. you were already tired of his bullshit and it hadn’t been five minutes since you picked up. “ony, why do you keep calling me?” you said, frustration evident in your tone. “i missed you ma.” he said his voice sounding hoarse, you felt your heart break for him all over again.

you were sure that you were gonna regret this decision later but you knew that you couldn’t let him be on his own right now, especially in such a vulnerable state. “im coming over.” you said, hanging up before he could get a word out.

—

the first thing ony did after you stepped into his apartment was pull you in for a hug. you pulled away giving him a once over and he looked like he’d seen better days. “you look a mess.” you frowned, pulling him into the kitchen to get a glass of water. “damn ma is that all you gotta say to me, after a whole ass month?” he looked at you in amazement. “just drink the damn water.” you muttered in annoyance.

“so are you gonna give me an explanation to why you ghosted me for a month?” you rolled your eyes in annoyance. “ony man…don’t fucking do this, im not in the mood.” you sighed, rubbing your temples. “do what? im just asking why you’ve suddenly remembered my existence after a month.” you let out a hollow laugh, “i needed space. ”

“space,from me?” ony scratched his beard, not knowing what to say, so you took it as an opportunity to let out all your frustrations at him. “yes, you. ony, you are the most insufferable, selfish person i’ve ever met. you took a deep breath before continuing, “all i’ve tried to do is help and yet you never take it into consideration, hell you don’t even take me into consideration.”

“I do—” he replied. you gave him a deadpan look, “you don’t, instead you end up on tmz or the shade room for doing stupid shit that makes me wonder if you actually care about your career.” ony’s jaw ticked upon hearing those words leave your mouth. he accepted that he wasn’t perfect by any means, but to come for the only thing that he put his blood, sweat and tears into was a slap in the face.

“so why did you come back?” he said quieter than intended, his eyes slightly glossy from the tears.“ i thought time apart would do us good. you needed to work on yourself and on your music, plus i just didn’t want you to rely on me like that again.” you tentatively step closer to him, caressing his cheek. “ony, i genuinely love and care about you but we can’t do this anymore.” you said, your voice wobbling slightly. “you need to sort your shit out and i can’t help you do that any more.”

the tears came out of nowhere and you gave up on trying to stop them. “I should go.” you said sniffling slightly as your eyes, “i don’t even know why i came here, i should’ve stayed at home.” you grabbed your keys and your phone and was halfway out the door, when ony called out for you. “y/n…i’ll go to therapy, anything! but i just can’t lose you!” he begged, the desperation evident in his voice.

“that’s nice.” you said, wiping your tears. you wanted to believe him so bad but you knew him like the back of your hand, this was one of his lies that he’d make you forget about in an array of large gestures and kisses until the next time he spiralled and flipped out on you. “ony, we both know how this is gonna end up.” you swore that you saw his spirit break at that moment, all the fight he had build up, slowly left as his shoulders sank in defeat.

you left his apartment shortly after, before his sweet words could coax you into thinking that things were gonna be alright, that he was gonna be alright. you expected to leave his apartment with some sense of relief but grief ate away at you, you missed him so much and you hadn’t even reached home yet. you mourned the relationship that you had with him, the relationship that could’ve been if he’d just sought out help that he needed.

you got home as the city began to roar up again and tried to move on, it was hard considering that memories of him were scattered all over your apartment, invoking a wide range of feelings from anger to immense sadness. you knew that moving on wasn’t simple especially when you had such a complex history with him. a life without ony, was a life that was going to take some adjustment to but you were to take it one day at a time.

[whumpster-dumpster]

Telepathic Whumpee accidentally projecting their nightmares into the others' heads or vice versa, Telepathic Caretaker being alerted to Whumpee's nightmares when they accidentally absorb them and feeling like they've invaded their privacy

[aphel1on]

AURGH auwarghh the autistic parental trauma... the epi was wacky hijinks then dropped this on us out of nowhere... (sobs) laios... laiiiiooooos

[unboundprompts]

Hey, I was wondering how to write nightmares, or sleep paralysis for my next story.

How to Write Nightmares and Sleep Paralysis

Causes of Sleep Paralysis:

Insomnia

PTSD

Anxiety disorders

Panic disorders

Disrupted sleep patterns (ex: jet lag)

Family history

Symptoms of Sleep Paralysis:

Paralysis (duh)

Feeling outside of your body

Chest pressure (as if someone is standing on your chest)

Sense of suffocating or breathlessness

Feeling like there is something dangerous in the room

Nightmares vs Night Terrors:

When having a nightmare, you are likely to wake up during it and will possibly be able to recall the dream or parts of the dream.

When having a night terror, you will not wake up and you won’t be able to recall the dream in the morning.

Symptoms of Nightmares:

Fast heart rate

Shortness of breath

Sweat

Anxiety

Struggling to go back to sleep

Writing Prompts

-> feel free to edit and adjust pronouns as you see fit

She felt like she couldn’t breathe. Her eyes darted around the room, quick as lightning. She could see the nightlight she kept in the corner, casting the far wall of her bedroom in a blue light. Then she saw it. It watched her with a thin smile. She tried to sit up, to scream, anything, but she was frozen. The thing noticed her distress, and it stalked towards her, limbs elongated and as dark as the shadows of her room.

He sat bolt upright in bed. His heart was pounding so hard he felt like it was going to break through his chest. He grasped at his shirt, gripping the fabric as tight as he could. His skin was slick with sweat, and he had to peel his clothing off.

They stared up into the eyes of something. It was standing on their chest, looming over them with an emotionless gaze. They couldn't move, their limbs stiff and refusing to listen to their mind pleading with them to run. And so they stared. And the thing stared back.

She woke up screaming.

He tossed and he turned, but no matter what he did or however many times he flipped his pillow over, he could not fall asleep. He was too afraid. Afraid of that same, damn, nightmare.

They ran a stressed hand through their hair as they tried to control their breathing. It was quick, and they felt more and more lightheaded with each passing second. There was nothing they wanted more than to go back to sleep, but every time they closed their eyes it was like they were transported back to that awful dream. They slowly pulled themselves from the bed and stalked to the shower. They knew there was no way they would be able to sleep again tonight, so they might as well start their day.

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[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Hello! Do you have any theories as on why Skully was so popular in JPN? I remember you mentioning how Trey appeals to that crowd more because he's dependable(?). A more stable vibe than the others, whereas he comes off as basic/boring to Eng(?)

(I apologize, if not remembering your words right).

Trying to wonder how Skully got so high (#2). Maybe it's because he's fresh and new? Or maybe he falls (at least superficially) on the "gentleman"/ sort of lane with Trey and Jade who also placed in that poll. Or maybe spoopy tall boy in fancy suit who does hand kisses and a harmless(? Jack and Grim and Yuu weren't really injured right) kidnapping was just a fun time, haha

[Referencing this post!]

Every character is loved for different reasons; I previously proposed that Trey ranks high in JP but low in EN due to the age differences (and their related tastes) between the two fandoms. The older women in the JP fandom see Trey’s dad/house husband energy as appealing, whereas the younger fans in the EN fandom see Trey as a plain guy. Skully is popular across both JP and EN fandoms, so when I speculate on his rise to stardom, it applies to both sides and not just one.

I definitely think that part of Skully’s popularity is the boost he got from being brand new. If you look at previous years’ top 100 yume polls, Rollo and Fellow also got massive bumps in the rankings just because they were both shiny and novel.

I feel like a lot of people initially liked Skully because “he acts like he walked out of a dating sim”. This was a very common sentiment especially when we only had part 1 of the event to go off of; fans were swooning over his manner of speaking, how he kissed the back of our hands, and especially how he constantly lavished Yuu with praise, such as calling them a “wonderful person”. (That is already a HUGE departure from how the average NRC student treats the player.) He cries later too, so he has gap moe as well. Bro is practically designed to be yumejoshi bait 😂

I think he also appeals to those who like kind of a “pathetic” personality. Skully is stubborn with his ideals, and hints that he is a social outcast and not accepted by his peers who do not accept his special interest; perhaps people (and especially otaku) related to that and connected with him for his reason. When he is upset, you may feel like comforting him. When he is happy, you may feel like wanting to support and nurture his excitement. Like, you just want to take care of him.

Another detail I think is really important in explaining his popularity is ultimately what befell Skully. I know a ton of people were crushed at the plot twist at the end of the event. He got redeemed, but due to the circumstances, we end up not only forgetting him altogether but also missing out on our promised reunion. The bittersweet taste of tragedy may very well have propelled Skully to new heights; it’s a great vehicle for angst scenarios.

[whumpyboo]

Fun things for whumpee to say during a nightmare ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁⋆˙⟡

"Please stop"

"Where are you? Where did you go?"

"It wasn't me! it's not my fault!"

"Don't touch them"

"Who are you?"

"Why are you here?"

"They're going to find me"

"Take me instead"

"It hurts"

[gt-daboss]

Nightmares 2

(very super angsty, Sorry!)

a SEQUEL (finally) to the original comic that made me start writing these goobers, ~Nightmares~

This time, instead of our mousey boy (Misho) having the nightmare, its the Neko (Maya), despite the change in person, their nightmares are very similar. THE COMIC IS HERE in case you want to read up on their first meeting too!

[gayhorrorsans]

Inspired by this post - @dustcrumbs

Tw: Mentions of self-injury (scratching arms, thighs, skull, eye) + Passing mention of skipping meals.

Next post: here

Horror is deeply insecure about losing his past, anything he loses about himself he deems as a loss equivalent to losing his brother, which in itself, he hates. He hates how he views an inanimate, or figurative, thing as equal to his brother in terms of Importance. He wears a different jacket to what 'sans' wore, but he still has the past one in his wardrobe.

He tries to preserve it's perfect attributes. Especially when compared to his other clothes that he takes no care for, throws them in the washer every now and again. That's about it. He clings on to anything that's reminds him of his past self, a bottle of ketchup, a receipt from Grillbys. His old balled up duvet. He can't bring himself to throw any of it away, no matter how harassed he gets by Nightmare or Killer or Dust or whoever.

It causes something in him to snap, he prides himself on being the most sane member of the bad sanses - which says a lot about their overall sanity - but messing with those few things causes him to break down. And if he finds someone attempting to damage or throw one of those things he clings onto away he will not hesitate to fight.

This has lead to past altercations. Including with Nightmare. All Horror sees is someone taking or damaging his past self. Who the person is is irrelevant in that moment, he will fight until he passes out from exhaustion, or is restrained to the point he can't move. It's an issue he never gets better with, the only thing he hasn't improved on since he's joined Nightmare's gang.

But when it comes to figurative things like forgetting things, including his friends names, his own birthday and most recently, knowledge. Horror typically breaks down, crying, stressing and pulling and scratching at himself. He never uses anything to do this with, just his hands - which are more like claws - he'll scratch his skull crack and eye socket. Sometimes his arms and thighs, scratching until he's called to do something, caught, or until he can't do it anymore.

This isn't as bad as when his physical items are damaged or meddled with. But in some situation can cause him to lose extreme amounts of magic, which visibly appears to be blood. And, in one particularly bad situation he scratched his eye, reducing his already limited vision by 25%.

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But the hardest hitting one was Horror's knowledge. He had been reading a book -one out of Nightmares library - when the words became sort of fuzzy, it wasn't his vision but the words seemed to dance about the page, not in a hallucinatory way. The words just didn't make sense. When he could read a fixed line, it made no sense. This was basic stuff for 'sans'. Integration, Differentiation. Calculus, advanced mathematics, but basic considering he did have a Doctorate in Mathematics. Why were things making sense?

Other books Horror took from the library didn't make sense. Not Math. Not Science. Not Ethics. Nor Philosophy and Law. Sans was a well educated man, he had numerous bachelor degrees, Masters and PhD's. Yet for all those that he had spent years studying, they made no sense. He forgot basic stuff, justice. What is justice? What was 5*5?

The sudden reality of it all crashing down on him. He had taken dozens, nearly even a hundred books from the library, trying to understand things. But ever time he read and didn't understand, he would stress more. He spent no time working out and training. He would skip meals every day, and eventually it became clear, he was growing slightly slimmer and was overall weaker. Not to mention Nightmare had taken note of his missing books.

So naturally he went to check on Horror, as he can't have anyone losing their strength. Horror was a weeping mess on the floor, crying, scratching his eye socket, crack, thighs, arms, eye. Anywhere he could scratch he would cycle between. His crack had grown slightly larger, in fact it was so bad now his left eye socket and crack were less than a centimeter from meeting. He caused a little damage to the eye itself, but not too much. He was looking at about 6 books ranging in topics. Ones Nightmare had never read, he preferred fiction to non-fiction, unless it was history.

Horror's state was horrifying - pun potentially intended - Nightmare had never seen him like that before. Sure he'd seen Horror get violent, but not emotional. It's mainly Dust and Killer who had seen him like this, but it had never been this bad. But Nightmare had felt Horror's negativity. And he had noticed the books missing. So he had some inkling of an idea.

"Quit that. What are you doing?"

Horror whipped his head around to look at Nightmare.

"Wh-whoa Boss. S-sorry I uh- didn't see you there" He scratched the back of his head this time, acting nonchalant, as if there wasn't blood pooling down his face to indicate there was certainly something wrong. "You should really knock heh-"

Nightmare thought. Excuses. That was one thing Horror certainly had left of sans, extremely convenient excuses or distractions from the topic at hand. "You know I can tell when somethings wrong. Not to mention you pick at your wound when you're overwhelmed. Why not at least verbalise your worries to me?"

Nightmare looked down at the ground, where bits of skull lay. It was a shock Horror could literally rips bits of his skull off. It's not easy to rip bone, even if the bone itself is already damaged. Horror makes it look easy. "I can heal your wounds. But I'd rather prevent them. And I can't bring your skull back to its normal state. So I'd rather prevent you from ever picking at it again. How about you speak about it as I clean up?"

Horror felt his wounds heal as Nightmare gently whisked magic over them. His skull wouldn't heal much, if at all. But he was alive. He was embarrassed though. He was a grown man who can't read a book and can barely understand basic maths and general knowledge. "You... won't tell anyone?"

"I'll kill anyone who overhears."

Comforting I suppose. Horror sighed, clutching his knees. "I can't... Read. Nor understand basic arithmetic or knowledge. I even robbed a children's book and I couldn't understand that. It was like... ugh. I have an education. I can't even understand 5*5 and know what a stupid word means... This is so embarrassing." He hid his head in his knees somewhat, talking between his knees with his mouth slightly covered, muffling his words a little, but not significantly.

"I can't read the covers. The images don't make sense. I used to do this for a living and now I can't... even understand what something is. Regardless if I know how to do it. I'm a grown man who can't read. I've tried. I'll never learn."

Nightmare thought for a second, but not too long as not to make Horror think Nightmare believed he was stupid. "Dont be so pessimistic. That's my job." He seemed oddly proud of his role of negativity. Creeping Horror out slightly, Nightmare even when teasing was still creepy. "Why do you wanna learn? You've never expressed an interest in reading since I've known you. A good few years now eh?"

"It's... one of the last things I have of him. Of sans. I can't lose him, I defend every bit about him with my life, and I can't risk losing him. He's my past. My perfect past..." Horror hyperventilated a little, but finished his little speech before it hit too bad. Great, another existential crisis.

"Well, you don't have to. I learnt how to read. Not quite all the... other stuff. That's not my area, but I did learn how to read on my own." Well this was music to Horrors ears, he could barely contain himself as Nightmare described his past. "Yeah I never had a teacher so I had to do it all and... ...was alone... ...helped... ... and yeah. It was hard and I struggled but I did it." Nightmare had spoken for about 5 minutes, Horror registered 25 seconds of it.

"Teach me." Nightmare looked at Horror like he was dumb. "Teach me. I want to learn I can... I can preserve him... Sans. Please."

Nightmare paused. "Fine. But don't see this as an act of kindness. I'm only helping you because you'll be able to read about.. new weapon making. Yeah."

[jordanstrophe]

Every night, whumpee re-lived their torment through nightmares. They awoke shouting, clutching their chest like they were trying to stop bleeding

Caretaker ran in, sitting by their side and trying to calm them. "It's okay! You're okay. It was a nightmare, nothing happened." Caretaker soothed, showing them their bandaged torso proving they were okay.

Whumpee exhaled and curled their arms around their chest, before muttering

"But it did happen"

[megumimania]

two exes and a wedding | gojo satoru

pairing: gojo satoru x black fem!reader

synopsis: when you bump into your ex boyfriend at a wedding, will it bring up terrible emotions of the past or will you finally receive some closure?

warnings/tags: ex bf! gojo, gojo and reader ended on fairly bad terms, gojo is emotionally distant in this one (who’s surprised!), gojo x black! fem reader, reader also has bad tendencies too, gojo is bad at feelings, no happy ending, there is closure ig

a/n: this was supposed to be a lighthearted but the angst came outta nowhere lol. I’ve been ia for timeee now but since school is over im back in business babyy!! icba to proofread so if there is any errors my bad

as much as you loved shoko and utahime, you really didn’t want to go to their wedding. however, by the time you wanted to pull out it was too late. the plane tickets and hotels were already booked along with the deposit which was non refundable.

so you’re now standing on the white sands, in a cute purple dress that complemented your brown skin perfectly, watching shoko finally say ‘i do’ to utahime which then was followed by the newlyweds sharing a kiss with eachother. the ceremony was beautiful and you definitely teared up a couple of times but you couldn’t help it, you were a romantic at heart.

after the ceremony ended and dozens of pictures were taken, you managed to give a quick congratulations to the newlyweds before they were swarmed by eager family and friends. you sat to the side, taking everything in from the decor to the overall atmosphere.

your moment of silence was interrupted by nanami as he sat down next to you. “not in the wedding mood?” he said looking back at the main commotion before looking back at you. “lets toast to the newlywed couple.” he said, handing you a flute of champagne. you both toasted to the newlyweds before taking several sips, feeling the bubbles of champagne hit the back of your throat.

nanami engaged in light conversation with you, catching up on what has happened in the past year. you learned that nanami had ‘retired’ at the age of 28 moving to malaysia with his husband where now he spent most of his days reading by the beach.

you were initially surprised but you could see he looked more healthier, more alive. the eye bags and sullen skin was no more and he even drank less than he usually did. (you made a mental note to book a holiday after this). eventually nanami got up and left apologising as he had to take an important call, leaving you alone with the sounds of the waves crashing to keep you company.

a raucous sound of laughter caught your attention— it was him. he looked so animated, so lively, as he looked to be telling a story to a crowd of people. he seemed to have that charming aura that just naturally drew people in. he looked healthy. there were no signs of fragility but then again that’s how he was.

gojo was a brilliant actor and that was what led to the downfall of your relationship. you hated him, you hated how quickly he moved on, did he even care at all? you turned away from him focusing on the pink-orange hues of the sky, trying to suppress those pent up emotions that you’ve buried for the past year as you didn’t want to make a scene.

his eyes were burning a hole in your back. you tried to shake it off playing with your braid in order to distract you from his gaze. you didn’t even need to turn around to figure out who it was— your ex boyfriend gojo satoru.

you guys broke up last year and since then you’ve managed to skilfully avoid him. often turning down shoko’s and utahime’s invites to dinner, lunch and nights out using your work as an excuse. excuses that you could not use now. you knew that he would be attending the wedding he was shoko’s best friend and best man. you just didn’t expect to see him so soon.

“y/n.” he said, his voice sounding a bit softer than intended as he moved closer to you. you turned around unable to mask the shock on your face. “hey.” you said, trying to look at anything but his bright blue eyes, that were once your kryptonite.

“uh, can we talk?” he asked, playing with a loose string on his blazer, a nervous tic of his that you knew all too well. you debated on being cold but it was evident that he was going through it as much as you were. “sure, lead the way.” you said, trying to remain indifferent as you spoke.

he took you to the beach, placing his blazer down so you wouldn’t get sand on your dress. you both sat in silence before he spoke, “funny, i thought that it would be us walking down the aisle before shoko.” you snorted before replying, “i don’t think so but yeah, it would’ve been nice.” you said, trying to hide your sniffles. that was why you were so apprehensive on coming to shoko’s wedding, not because of the possibility of running into your ex but because it reminded you of what could’ve been—a future now lost to possibilities.

“what went wrong?” he asked quietly cocking his head towards you. “us.” you replied before clarifying, “you weren’t there emotionally and i wanted the idealised version of you, not knowing that you were much more of a mess than i was.” you laughed, wiping a stray tear from your face. “we should’ve taken nanami’s advice and went to couples therapy. imagine the arguments that could’ve been prevented.”

he nodded in response. “im sorry y/n, for everything. you deserved better than me, you deserved more than what i could give you.” his voice wavered at the last sentence as he tried to fight back tears—which was a rare occurrence for gojo.

seeing gojo this raw and vulnerable was something you wasn’t used to at all but you were silently thankful for it. for the trust he placed in you to allow you to see him in such a vulnerable state. once the tears started flowing they wouldn’t stop, it was cathartic— the stress, emotions, feelings that built up over the past year, slowly ebbing away with each tear. the cries were silent apologies to each other, tears shedding for what couldn’t be said.

“i‘m sorry too.” you said in a low tone, your voice scratchy and raw from crying. he nodded, not wanting his voice to betray him. the two of you sat like that for a while, enjoying the silence. it was weird that your heart felt more at peace with him here, than when you were apart. on instinct you leaned onto his shoulder, you felt gojo tense a little but he slowly leaned into your touch.

“i think i should get going.” you stood up abruptly , wiping away any signs of tears from your face. “me too.” gojo nodded, getting up and wiping sand off of his tuxedo. you said your goodbyes and went off in your separate directions, before gojo called out to you.

“do you think we’d be together in another life?” he asked, standing with his hands in his pockets.

“I’d like to think so, yeah.” you replied a bit softer staring into the vast night sky. not that it was obvious but his cheeks flushed at that revelation.

“alright, goodnight y/n.”

“goodnight.” you whispered, watching his form retreat into the darkness.

[whumblr]

Whump dialogue #60

"How I've missed you. It's so good to have you back," Whumper purred, stalking around Whumpee, just a little too close for comfort.

"Yeah, well I haven't missed you at all!" they fired back.

"But I bet you've been thinking about me."

"I... no, I--"

A pressure on their shoulders and a whisper brushed against their ear. "Maybe even been dreaming about me."

[mstrickster]

Kinda wanna write more Frostbek but the only ideas I have are Coalecroux. I mean I'm not against torturing Kremy and Gideon. I am however feeling like writing fluff. Which I could do for them of course but what's the fun in that? Idk someone give me ideas.

[whumpster-dumpster]

Whumpee having nightmares about Caretaker hurting them, "waking up" (still in the dream) thinking it was real, and then getting scared a second time when they're woken up by the real real Caretaker. Rationally they know Caretaker would never actually hurt them...but the subconscious isn't rational

[thejesterconcept]

whatever you do

Don't think of universes where Cross never got to leave Nightmare, and eventually, has to face Epic. EpicTale being attacked, and Cross is face to face with Epic, and how does he tell him? Epic would hate him. But...he can't leave Nightmare's gang, he's not able to. He doesn't want to hurt Epic but he must. Oh, and when Epic finds out, how he'll hate Cross. And Cross not realizing, Epic wouldn't. He'd want to help, even if that got Epic hurt.

Don't think of Color having to calm Killer down from a stage where he almost hurt Color. killer breaking down into sobs, apologizing, how could he have almost done to to Color, maybe Nightmare was right, and Color having to help him with that. Having to calm him, and help Killer back, no he isn't good for only hurting.

Don't think of Swap curled up in the AntiVoid, homesick. And Error right there, knowing something wrong, and wanting to say something, but he can't. No, he doesn't care, he just...doesn't want Swap to cry because he said something wrong and get tears on his stuff. Not because he cares for that anomaly, Error would never. But, Swap being sad isn't something Error likes, but what is he meant to do.

Don't think of Cross being stuck in nightmare's castle, avoiding his boss, because he knows what Nightmare is like and what he'd do. And Killer, Murder, Horror...them knowing too. And even if they hate or dislike or are irritated by each other, they need to stay together, because who else do they have?

Just....don't :)

[kotoku]

Hello! Could I request Aventurine with a musician and singer reader? I'm just imagining them singing to him while he rests.

���ᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀɪɴᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴍᴜꜱɪᴄɪᴀɴ & ꜱɪɴɢᴇʀ! ꜱ/ᴏ

pairings - aventurine x musician and singer! reader

content - a couple headcanons before the small oneshot at the end, pre-relationship to established relationship, mainly fluff but there is some angst i sprinkled in, aventurine having nightmares about his past/trauma, reader comforting him to sleep, gender-neutral reader, comfort fic (?) for aventurine lol

warnings - none, besides some slight angst

⋘ ʟᴏᴀᴅɪɴɢ... ⋙

↻ Aventurine’s first encounter with you would be an event that is taking place in a casino that he frequents

↺ You know how bars have those karaoke nights where people can come up and sing? Something like that

↻ When he first saw you performing, he could recognize some of the songs that he overheard from his subordinates and coworkers

↺ They seemed to be fangirling over whoever the singer was, gushing about their appearance and music to each other before noticing Aventurine and skittering off to their work

↺ He didn’t question what they were listening to, returning back to whatever he was doing in the first place

↻ When you started singing on stage, he was enamored with your voice, the lighting of the casino complimenting your looks and making you appear ethereal 

↺ Aventurine couldn’t focus on his gambles for the rest of the night and days to come, distracted by your performances

↻ He started going to the casino on days that you were performing, making sure to get a seat near you to be able to have a closer look

↻ Aventurine often times finds himself daydreaming, lost in the movements of your hands as they played to the tune of your voice

↺ He was lovestruck, but he would never admit that to anyone, maybe not even you…

↻ Unbeknownst to Aventurine, you had noticed his frequent appearances during your appearances and were delighted to have someone of his position enjoy your performances

↺ You’d catch his lingering gazes, the flustered look on his face when he caught himself staring for too long, his stuttered movements when he returned to whoever he was milking money from

↺ You decided to wait a little longer, wanting to see just how long it would take for Aventurine to make his move before you do

↻ Honestly, you would have never guessed that you’d bump into Aventurine after one of your performances, spotting him waiting near the back entrance to where you had some of your equipment stored (it seems you needn’t wait longer for your encounter with him)

↺ He was the first to approach you, clapping his hands and giving you a sly smile

↺ “What a performance. You always know how to put on a show.”

↻ From there on, he’d catch you after you had finished your act for the night, striking up a conversation that could last for hours

↺ You’d end up sitting by the bar with him, talking and laughing the night away as the two of you grew closer and learned more about each other

↺ It wasn’t long until Aventurine asked you out to dinner, a much more romantic setting compared to late-night bar trips

↻ Aventurine, despite his cunning attitude and sly looks, had a much softer and clingier side to him, you discovered further down the line 

↻ When the two of you started sharing the same bed, cuddling and holding the other close, you learned of the frequent nightmares he often experienced

↺ He hated to admit it, in fact, he never wanted you to find out about the nightmares he faced each night

↺ Those unforgiving and relentless nightmares that opened wounds of the past, were never meant to be shown to you but alas, it was only a matter of time before you found out

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It was another night that Aventurine had grown accustomed to. Those unforgiving nights when his past had come back to haunt him in the form of nightmares, in which he woke up in a cold sweat and felt his heart beating out of his chest. Invisible hands seemed to tighten around his throat, the fading heat on that damned mark on his neck lingering for a second too long. It almost made him want to scream and cry, but he didn’t. He couldn’t. 

Not when you were lying peacefully beside him. 

The steady rise and fall of your chest, your incoherent mumbles, and your body heat reassured him that you were there and that you wouldn’t leave his side anytime soon. Yet the shackles of his past still persisted, dragging him into the depths of his own loneliness and despair. 

Aventurine had quietly shuffled off the bed, sitting on the edge while feeling the cool night air filter through the window. He glanced over at a nearby clock and found it to be 1:24 AM, nowhere near daybreak. His shaky hands ran through his hair, eyes shut closed as he tried to stabilize his breathing. 

To his dismay, he felt you move in your sleep, a groggy voice calling out to him from behind.

“…Aventurine..? Are you okay?” 

Aventurine reluctantly looked over his shoulder, plastering that same smile he gave you when the two of you first met.

“Of course, I just needed to use the bathroom.” He lied, yet he knew that you would see through him as you always did. That was the most damning part about you, your ability to read people’s emotions despite any obstacles. 

“…Aventurine, did you have another nightmare?” He heard you speak, your figure moving to sit beside him. He felt your hand gently touch his shoulder, moving to rub comforting circles on his shoulder blades. Aventurine relaxed at your touch.

“I—..sigh… Yes..I did.” Aventurine admitted, his gaze never meeting your own. “It’s the same damn nightmare, nothing special…” 

When his body turned to face yours, you saw the dark circles that began to form from the countless nights he found himself having trouble falling asleep. Your face softened at his disheveled appearance, hands moving to cup his face which he leaned into.

“Oh Aven, you can always tell me when something is bothering you but I’ll never pressure you.” You hummed, fixing his loose strands of hair. “I’ll never leave you to face your troubles alone.”

Aventurine could feel his eyes start to water, but he blinked them away, turning his face to kiss the palm of your hand. 

“Thank you, my love.” 

“Of course.”

There was a brief silence between the both of you but it wasn’t an awkward one. You had moved to let Aventurine lay down, spooning him in your arms which held him close and played with his hair. Although he’d complain about being the little spoon, he would always sink further into your embrace despite his protests. This time, however, he didn’t say a word. 

Aventurine could hear you start to hum a small song, one which he recognized as the song you first performed at the casino. It was a slow and comforting one. Its tunes melted away his previous stress and allowed him to grow lax in your arms.

Your humming combined with the faint sound of your beating heart slowly lulled him to sleep. His eyes started to grow heavy and his breathing had evened. The light strokes of his hair had him leaning towards your touch.

Aventurine could feel himself slipping into the realm of dreams, which would now be filled with scenarios of you. 

At last, his eyes have closed and your humming never ceased, following him into his slumber.

“My thoughts will follow you into your dreams and soothe your worries. Rest well, my dear.”

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