#@plutism

[qin-qin16]

Soube que vc é br, então espero que não se importe de uma ask em português (eu tenho um inglês péssimo, apesar de conseguir ler bem).

Já faz um tempo que não vejo conteúdo de nightmare × leitor, que tal alguns headcanons de como ele seria em um relacionamento? (Eu amo muito esse merdinha quero mastigar ele). Se puder, y/n pode ter pronomes neutros ou masculinos? Pfv

Nightmare relationship headcanons

cw.: Headcanons, gn!reader, Nightmare x Reader, kinda ooc Nightmare, but he is still mean, fluff, obvious teasing from him… 

note: Omg mais um brasileiro! Pode deixar comigo! Embaixo dessa versão em inglês tem uma em português se você quiser ler :D

You know that person who only shows affection through sarcastic remarks and mean-spirited laughs? Yeah, that’s exactly him;

He seems to take delight in your little daily blunders.  One moment you'll never forget was when you burned both of your dinners, and Nightmare, being the considerate partner he is, merely scoffed and said that it would make a perfect treat for Killer;

Then there was the time you tripped over your own feet (more than once, actually), and Nightmare joked that he’d get you one of those child harness backpacks so you wouldn’t keep falling flat on your face — all while grinning at you and sipping his bitter coffee.

Sometimes he doesn’t even comment at all when something happens — like when you wear a shirt inside out or mismatched socks — but you can feel his gaze following you, just waiting for you to notice something off or unusual about yourself;

And when you finally do, he can’t help but let out a sly chuckle;

Pet names? Forget about them. The only one you can recall being genuinely caring (and that was only when you pretended to be asleep while he whispered it to you) was “dear.” The rest were just condescending nicknames that sounded more like what he’d call his friends (minions, in his words): brat, idiot, and once, he even called you a dumb puppy just because you didn’t notice your mouth was covered in food!

Despite how deeply he could irritate you, there was also that hidden tender side that, although rarely seen, always left your lips quivering and your eyes on the verge of tears;

That time you burned dinner? Despite all his nasty comments, he was the one who cleaned up the mess and prepared something simple for you to eat later (all while comforting you in his own peculiar way, of course);

And those moments when you trip and almost fall flat on your face? Sure, he’ll never miss an opportunity to tease you, but recently, he’s started staying closer, with one of his tentacles hovering nearby, ready to catch you if you falter;

And you can’t forget the times he watches you while you ramble about your interests. Besides the occasional remark, he usually just observes you in silence, a glimmer of admiration in that beautiful orb of his;

But what moves you the most is how he’s always around;

Nightmare doesn’t need to eat — he himself says that something as mundane as food isn’t necessary for his survival — but he always insists on sitting with you during meals;

Nightmare doesn’t need to sleep; he lost that need many years ago. Yet, he still lies down next to you every night. Over time, you’ve grown accustomed to the soft light of the lamp by his bed, as he prefers to read while you sleep since he doesn’t need rest;

For someone who claims to be so magnificent, he certainly seems to cherish this more ordinary life with you.

Versão em português!

Você sabe aquela pessoa que só sabe demonstrar afeição através de comentários sarcásticos e risadas maldosas? É, é exatamente ele. 

Ele parece divertir-se com seus pequenos infortúnios cotidianos - um momento que você nunca vai esquecer foi quando você conseguiu queimar o jantar de vocês dois e Nightmare, sendo um bom amante, apenas bufou e disse que aquilo seria um ótimo petisco para Killer;

Teve também a vez em que você tropeçou nos próprios pés (mais de uma vez, na verdade), e Nightmare comentou que iria comprar aquelas mochilas guias de criança para você, assim ele conseguiria evitar com que você caisse de cara no chão tantas vezes assim - tudo isso enquanto sorria com escárnio na sua direção, tomando aquele maldito café amargo dele;

As vezes ele nem comenta nada quando algo acontece - como quando você veste alguma blusa do avesso, ou usa meias de cores diferentes -, mas você sente aquele olho perseguir sua figura por onde você passa, só esperando você notar algo de estranho ou diferente em você;

E quando você finalmente nota, ele ainda solta uma risadinha maliciosa;

E os apelidos carinhosos? Pode esquecer. O único que você se lembra de ser amoroso (e ainda foi quando você fingiu estar dormindo enquanto ele sussurrou ele para você) foi “querida”, de resto foram apenas apelidos condescendente e claramente algo que ele chamaria os amigos/minions dele: pirralha, idiota, uma vez ele te chamou de dumb puppy só porque você não viu que sua boca estava suja de comida!

Contudo, por mais que ele te irritasse profundamente, tinha também aquele lado carinhoso escondido, que por mais raramente que aparecesse, ainda sim sempre deixava seus lábios tremidos e seus olhos com vontade de chorar;

Aquela vez que você queimou o jantar? Por mais que ele tenha feito vários comentários maldosos, foi ele o responsável por limpar toda a bagunça e ainda fazer algo simples para vocês comerem depois (tudo isso enquanto ainda confortava você, do jeito estranho dele, claro);

E às vezes em que você tropeça e quase cai de cara? Óbvio, ele não vai deixar de tirar sarro da sua cara, mas ultimamente ele começou a andar mais coladinho a você, com um dos tentáculos dele rondando seu entorno, pronto para qualquer passo em falso seu;

E claro, não tem como esquecer os momentos em que ele olha para você quando você começa a tagarelar de seus interesses - tirando um comentário aqui e ali, ele normalmente apenas encarava você em silêncio, um certo brilho de admiração naquela bolinha azul dentro da órbita ocular dele;

Porém, aquilo que mais comove você é o fato dele sempre estar por perto;

Nightmare não precisa comer - como ele mesmo diz, ele não necessita de algo tão entediante como comer para sobreviver -, mas ele sempre faz questão de sentar com você durante as refeições;

Nightmare não precisa dormir, ele perdeu essa necessidade a muitos anos atrás, mas mesmo assim ele sempre deita ao seu lado - com o tempo, você se acostumou com a fraca luz do abajur ao lado da cama dele, já que, por não dormir, ele prefere ler enquanto você dorme;

Para alguém que se diz ser tão grandioso, ele definitivamente parece gostar dessa vida mais mundana ao seu lado. 

[qin-qin16]

cw: Cross x Reader, dog coded Cross, hurt/comfort, scars, it's about trust and hands, a bit of a whump story, platonic relationship.

note: this is a continuation of this part!

Cross disliked physical contact. It was uncomfortable not knowing the intentions of people who lightly touched him, whether with a friendly pat on the back or a polite hand gesture. To Cross, all of these were a potential punch in the stomach, a slap on the neck, or even a kick in the ribs. It was unpredictable; a hand that caressed him one moment could scratch him the next - a reminder that trusting anyone was risky.

However, something changed. Your hand changed. What was once immaculate, pristine from any wound that might be exposed to the world, was now marred by Cross's teeth. A horrible, ugly mark, an eternal scar of his rage. And yet, despite this hateful scar on your hand, you still reached out to him. You extended your fragile, wounded hand not as a reminder of what he had done, but as a pledge of trust—a pledge he vowed to honor.

Every time you reached out your hand, he accepted it; so delicately that it felt more like an approach than a touch. Occasionally, his fingers - phalanges as sharp as his canines - would scratch you gently, and then he would pull away. Your hands engaged in this timid yet reciprocal dance.

You didn't mind much; aware of Cross's distrust and social challenges, you didn't mind waiting for him, always allowing him to decide whether to grasp your hand or not, whether to draw near or retreat.

Like a traumatized dog, you knew these choices were the last vestiges of freedom Cross had over himself.

[qin-qin16]

cw.: Alphys x Reader, gn!reader, fluff, established relationship, reader is kinda flirty, its short but its cute… 

note: @twinribbonz @toffeebrews and I guess @vanglaggle?? The Alphys’s defenders

Reptiles are cold-blooded, a fact widely known across the world. Their scaly bodies aren’t made for freezing environments, especially when covered by a thick layer of snow – what cold-blooded creature would be foolish enough to live in a place its body wasn’t naturally built to survive in?

Apparently, your monster girlfriend.

"If you wanted to see me so badly, you could’ve just called, sweetie." You adjust the scarf around Alphys’ short neck, covering as much of her little yellowish scales as possible. "I don’t want to lose my girlfriend to hypothermia." As worried as you were, you couldn't help but let a hint of teasing slip into your voice, finishing with a smug smile as your face neared hers.

As expected, the lizard began to stutter — and if you were in a more cozy place, her stammering would probably be paired with a warm orange blush on her cheeks, shining through her yellow scales.

"I-I just came to r-return the books you le-lent me!" She answered quickly, her little eyes darting everywhere but your face. You didn't mind the lack of eye contact, not when your gaze was busy admiring the figure in front of you.

Alphys was bundled up from head to toe, with a fluffy hat hiding part of her natural crown and layers of clothing keeping her warm against the cold — her plump tail even wrapped in a special sock covered in white polka dots. In her hands, she held a small stack of books — one of them with a slightly dented cover, you noticed.

Perfect. Your hands moved from the scarf down to the collar of her coat, adjusting the edges to protect her little neck better — who were you kidding? Your fingers merely played with the fabric between them as your gaze drifted over her yellow face (or what was visible behind those round glasses).

"Yeah?" It slips out softly from your mouth as you feel your smile soften. "Thanks, sweetheart, but next time, just call me. I'll come wherever you are, okay?" You don’t think twice before giving her snout a gentle squeeze with your fingers, watching her let out a small, surprised squeak.

"You know I hate it when you do that..." Alphys retorts, scratching her snout, but you can’t help but notice the not-so-subtle wag of her tail.

"No, you don’t hate it." You take the books from her covered hands, noticing that the tips of her gloves were made from a tougher fabric — likely to prevent them from tearing due to her claws, which, even though rounded, still did quite a bit of damage. "C’mon, get inside. We can finish that anime we started last week." The moment you mentioned it, Alphys’ face lit up, her little eyes practically shining like tiny stars.

Truly perfect.

[qin-qin16]

cw: dog-like cross, reader is really patient, a bit of a whump story, blood, angst with a bittersweet ending, more a platonic relationship?

note: i start to be influenced to see Cross with dog traits…

Cross learned to always bite first. Growling, barking, drooling — everything a dog did before attacking any threat, but not Cross. He always bit first, before anyone could lay a hand on him — he would never let that happen again, never. 

And in a wild moment, he sunk his teeth into your hand. His long, sharp canines punctured your skin, tearing at your palm as he shook his head. He braced himself for your scream, for you to hit him, for you to try to pull away—anything!

But what he didn’t expect was for you to tremble and then stand still. Just that. No scream, no slap, no curse, nothing. Your lips were pressed tightly together, clearly trying to keep quiet so you wouldn’t startle him further. In that moment, he realized: even as he bit into your flesh, you still thought of him first. 

With a pained whimper, he released your hand — it was slick with saliva, the marks of his teeth etched into your skin. It was a heartbreaking sight, your hand, so gentle, marked by Cross’s rage.

And like a dog seeking forgiveness, he licked your wound, the injury he had caused. His tongue brushed over your skin, wiping away the blood. You hissed, feeling the sting of the fresh injury. 

“I'm sorry…” he whispered, nuzzling his face into the palm of your hand. Cross didn’t mind about getting his own face dirty with saliva and blood, no. He only wanted your forgiveness, like a traumatized dog who no longer knew whom to trust.

[qin-qin16]

cw.: Delta x Reader, established relationship, fluff, protective and mean (?) boyfriend Delta!

note: Summoning the little cult of Delta’s simps

@howlsofbloodhounds @taxavoider @toffeebrew you all that likes him or were interested in this

The jacket was heavy; an intense warmth enveloped your body, spreading across your skin as your shoulders slumped under the weight.

Delta's hands quickly went to the collar that covered your rosy cheeks from the cold, adjusting it slightly just to see your face fully, grinning wide as he gave your nose a light pinch, turning it red as well.

"Why are you so childish?" you huffed as he let go of your nose, releasing a frustrated growl when, instead of stepping back, Delta decided to grab your cheeks — his hand still holding your face, gently squeezing with his fingers.

"Heh, if you weren’t so forgetful, maybe I could treat you like a functional adult." He teased, enjoying the sight of your cheeks puffing into a pout.

Before you could give a well-aimed bite to his covered hand, Delta quickly released your face, still wearing that mischievous smile — him and his damn reflections!

"Don't make that face." And as much as his words were teasing, Delta kindly zipped up the jacket for you, pulling the closure all the way to the collar, "There! Now you're protected from the cold!"

Indeed, the jacket — which once belonged to him, completing his orange and black look — was thick enough to keep you warm for tonight.

Letting out a satisfied sigh, your eyes turned to the orange eyelights of your boyfriend, "Thank you."

Your small smile quickly faded when Delta rubbed his hand against your head, completely messing up your hair.

"Aren't you even going to ask if I'm cold?" he questioned after a moment.

"You’re a skeleton; there’s no skin or flesh to be cold."

"How can you be so cold to me?" He didn’t even try to dodge or protect himself from your harmless punch to his arm.