I don't know what I'm doing

All I know is that Nightmare is gay and Ink is a little stinky bastard

MoonfurTheTemmie I'm sorry for this mess.

Edit: Dream & Nightmare are NOT being written as brothers in this story, please
keep that in mind.

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Nightmare frantically scribbled messy words onto the lined paper. His words unreadable, he was so...flustered?

Nightmare had no idea what he was feeling, and he was five-hundred and fucking three.

Nightmare gave out a grunt and slammed his face into his desk.

He had fallen in love.

In love with Ink.

Fucking Ink.

Of course it was Ink.

Not Cross, not Error, not Blue, not even Dream.

Nightmare slid down his desk, slowly descending to the floor.

He couldn't believe it.

Out of all the assholes in the fucking Multiverse.

Oh why, oh why, oh why, did it have to be Ink?

Sweet Jesus.

With a heavy sigh, Nightmare stood up and reluctantly went down the stairs to find his maybe-or-maybe-not-soon-to-be-lover-maybe.

He stumbled around his own castle, looking for asshole-ic artist.

Where all artists like that or what it just Ink?

Nightmare would never know.

He passed by the open door where Dream, Blue, Cross, and Error were talking.

"Ink would be Deadpool." He heard Cross say.

"Oh of course he would be Deadpool." Blue responded.

Night poked his head in to interject.

"Falsehood. Dream would be Deadpool."

"Pff, what?" Dream turned to look at his twin.

"You would be Deadpool, because every time I stab you, you always come back."

"Hah! Now that! That is very true."

"Damn right. Also have you seen Ink? I need to talk to him."

Dream shrugged.

"I think he's in one of the spare rooms, uh, painting probably" Blue responded.

With a small thank you Nightmare swiftly left, leaving them to talk about whatever they were talking about.

Nightmare stopped abruptly.

Actually.

He didn't need to talk to Ink.

He had no reason to be near Ink.

Actually.

Yes he did.

He was in love him.

Nightmare forgot about that.

With a sigh, Nightmare continued. Even if Ink annoyed the shit out of him he was going to go talk to him.

If Nightmare was being honest he was probably making this a bigger deal than he has to be. Probably.

Nightmare walked down the darkened hallway, trying to listen out for Ink talking to himself because we all know that he does.

Nightmare found him. He had no idea what Ink was talking about but he found him.

Nightmare just kinda, shuffled in, Ink was behind a canvas, painting away talking to himself.

"Hey Ink..?"

"Oh! Hello Nightmare, I was just talking about you!"

"Uhhh, oookay... anyway, what are you working on?"

"Just something small, I have no idea what I'm doing if I'm being honest."

Nightmare walked next to Ink, looking at the small canvas. It had little splatters of rainbow colors all over it.

"Looks cool."

"Yeah? You mean it? Thanks."

"No biggie."

The two stood into the silence, only the sounds of Ink's paintbrush flicking paint onto the canvas was audible.

It was like for god knows how long until Dream slowly opened the door, poking his head in.

"Hey guys, it's time for dinner."

"Alright!" Ink said, setting down his paint pallet and brush.

Nightmare teleported into the dining room, sitting at the head of the table, and waited until the rest of the fam came it and sat down.

About 10 minutes into the meal Ink started talking.

And everyone knows, when Ink starts talking, you can't stop him.

As Ink talked, Nightmare looked at him, Ink wasn't even making eye contact with him.

Nightmare just stared at the bastard man for what seemed to be ages, even going so far as to stop eating to pay attention.

"Anyways, Dream did you want to say something?" Ink asked, finally stopping to eat his food.

"No, not at all." Dream responded.

After the meal, Nightmare was heading back up to his room to contemplate about loving Ink when Dream pulled him off to the side.

"Nightmare."

"Dream."

"Ink."

"What about him?"

"You're gay."

"I'm aware."

"You're gay. For Ink."

"Please leave me alone."

"Be careful my man. Ink... he can be a handful."

"Thanks?"

Dream wandered off and Nightmare turned around and back to contemplating.

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So.

Nightmare soon began to show up in Ink's painting room, and watched him paint.

Ink also began showing Nightmare his art.

It was a thing and no body questioned it.

No one knew how it started but no body really cared enough to stop it.

So. When Ink came up to Nightmare wanting to show him his newest painting, Nightmare didn't question it.

But Nightmare could not have been prepared for what Ink was going to show him.

"So... what do you want to show me Ink?"

"Just a little something, come on!"

Ink grabbed Nightmare by his jacket and dragged him down into his artist room.

Nightmare could feel the excitement radiating off of Ink and he wasn't entirely sure why.

"Here it is!"

Ink let go of Nightmare to run behind a canvas, Nightmare soon joined him and... was not ready for what he saw.

In bright purple lettering read, "I am gay for you."

Nightmare was... stunned.

He was not ready.

Not ready.

"Do you like it?"

"You're a little bitch Ink."

"Awe what do you-"

Nightmare pulled Ink close by the scarf, their faces close.

"Ink, can I-"

Nightmare was cut off as Ink pecked him on the mouth, he pulled away a bright grin on his face.

"You didn't ask for consent you asshole."

Ink gave out a quick chuckle before Nightmare pulled his closer again.

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I have very mixed feelings about this.

Do I hate it?

Do I love it?

I'm not sure.

Ink is gay.

-Kevin
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