#asgore/reader

[juniemunie]

Broskis ts!underswap is so fun. every single part of it is *chefs kiss*

I went in completely blind and honestly i think it was the best move i could have made

i love how its just swapped roles but not personalities so it leads to stuff like this its so creative

Anyways have some more self insert sansnomaly (and chara)

[theres-a-body-here]

hey um trans dude here um looks at u w my big round eyes. could you do some characters of ur choice reacting to their trans male partner wanting to/getting a phalloplasty? im working to get one myself which inspired me to send this ask

I love my trans followers

TW: A homophobic slur, Mentions of surgery and Dysphoria/Dysmorphia

Characters: Ramattra, Asgore, Mohg, Wendell

Wendell is more of a crackpost

Ramattra

When you tell him, he'll be quiet as he thinks for a while

"I'll be back," he says as he abruptly stands and leaves the room

Your heart sinks as you fear the worst

He comes back within minutes and drops a book into your lap before sitting next to you

Confused, you flip it open only to yelp and drop it

It's a dick catalog

An Omnic dick catalog to be exact

He chuckles as he likes it back up

"There are a few exquisite models here, pet. Let's get you one."

He flips to a page and shows you

It's the model he has

Your face burns, hiding your face in your hands as you lean on him

"You're awful," you whine

You peak through your fingers

"Do they have glowing ones?"

"let's see"

Ramattra will be there throughout the surgery, making sure nothing goes wrong

If you ever feel dysphoric, he'll immediately start to comfort you

"Sweet, beautiful boy, I'm so proud of you"

Asgore Dreemurr

He's so happy for you

Be prepared to be pulled into a crushing bear hug

He's with you every step of the way

He'll sit down with you and plan out everything. From the days before the surgery to the aftermath and recovery

However, he'll be sure to mention any monster magic options for you to consider

Whatever you pick in the end, he'll support you

Plenty of kisses and cuddles throughout the process

He knows surgery is scary for humans, so he's sure to make you comfortable every chance he gets

Tea, snacks, and massages galore

After you get your surgery, Asgore will be a nervous wreck

Doting on you like a mother hen, he won't leave your side for a second

Mohg, Lord of Blood

The moment you tell him, he'll have his followers work on finding ways to give you a dick

Riiiighhttt after you give him a few heirs

Unless you don't want to

He'll be pouty but ultimately respects your decision

Him and Varre are your biggest support pillars before and after the process

Mohg literally doesn't let you do anything by yourself

He carries you around everywhere you need to be

"You shouldn't waste your energy, dearest"

Varre will be even worse

"What size would you prefer your phallus to be, lambkin?"

After the surgery, Mohg will keep you in his bed for a long time

Even when you're fully healed, he'll insist you stay resting

Cage his arms around you and nuzzle close like a clingy puppy

Wendell

He's a bit confused, but after explaining it to him, he'll definitely be your number one supporter

"Is there a dick store we go to or...?"

Yeah he's still a bit confused

He'll cling to you during matches and ask you tons of questions

Even during gunfire

"OMG, can we get matching dicks?"

Please be patient with him

If there's time between the storm moving, he'll be sure to give you lots of attention

"MY BOYFRIEND'S GETTING A DICK!"

He screams out in the empty building you two are stocking up in

Or so you thought

"You homos make me sick," a voice calls out, the clacking of heels hitting the floor echo through the area

You two turn to the voice

"INTERNATIONAL POP SENSATION ARIANA GRANDE?!?!?!?" You both exclaim in unison

"Yuh," she says, whipping her hair as she aims a bazooka at you two

[merlinmarvelandother-oneshots]

undertale characters reacting to reader saying they don't think theyre good enough

romantic or platonic

gender neutral reader

includes: Toriel, Sans, Papyrus, Undyne, Mettaton, Asgore

Toriel:

-"where on earth did you get that idea?"

-hugs you

-tells you your biggest accomplishments, and how youve grown even in the short time shes known you

-"my life has been changed for the better since i've known you"

Sans:

-"who told ya that?"

-from then on tells you "good job" and other affirming words more often

-tells you "not true" whenever you say anything negative about yourself

Papyrus:

-"that is UNTRUE, for I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, the embodiment of COOL, thinks you are MORE than good enough!"

-the next day comes back with a seven page list of EVERYTHING great about you

-it even goes into the tiniest of details

-like how your favorote colors is magificent!

Undyne:

-"WHAT?!?! WHO THE HELL TOLD YOU THAT!?"

-she is PISSED

-she prepared to beat whoever made you think that into a PULP

-but she pauses when you tell her that you told yourself

-then she gets quiet

-"thats just not true. and if you cant see that, then you bet your ass i'll make you see it!!"

-she affirms you SO aggressively

-"CMON, PUNK! YOU GOT THIS! DONT GIVE UP NOW, YA HEAR ME?"

Mettaton:

-"why, the underground doesn't seem to think so! my ratings have increased exponentially since you came onto the show!"

-little did you know... he was live.

-he had people call into the show to say nice things about you

Asgore:

-"would you like to tell me why you think that?"

-sits you down with a cup of tea to calm you down

-hes very patient

-he talks it through with you, to try to get to the root of the problem, so he can start making things better

-suggests starting therapy

[desertrose244]

Asgore doodles, and a fic idea I have sat on for a while for a slow burn with Sans.

Just two in-denial friends who got stood up by their bovidae dates

[masterchef901]

I've had a long and stressful day at work so if any pattern-seeking bloggers out there are somehow interested in a diagram detailing the common qualities among the fixations of this pattern-seeking blogger I have spent the last hour compiling them into a helpful-if-horrifying mangled venn diagram:

If anyone is able to identify an instance of Soft Deranged Failurehood that importantly lacks any Bosshood, please know that Science eagerly awaits your contribution.

CONCLUSIONS:

People who say 4-way Venn diagrams don't work are cowards.

Cats are complete beings. Humanity introduces only impurities.

[quichein-me-softly]

Hi it's me again!! I was wondering since it's like the holidays if you could write sans x reader during new years eve and they spend time with each other during a new years eve party?? Also I loved the new chapter of mixed signals!! Happy holidays 🔥🔥

welcome back, i missed ya! and of course, i love writing these little drabbles you come up with :]

HAPPY NEW YEARS!!

new years eve w/ sans

The chilly bite of December had long settled over the Surface, turning the world into a wonderland of frosted windows and snow-dusted garlands. New Year’s Eve was upon you, and while several invitations came your way, only one caught your attention—a handwritten note from Papyrus in his unmistakably bold and eager handwriting:

"YOU HAVE BEEN INVITED TO A SPECTACULAR NEW YEAR'S EVE PARTY HOSTED BY THE GREAT PAPYRUS AND HIS TRUSTY SIDEKICK, SANS! WE WILL HAVE SNACKS, SPARKLING JUICE, AND FIREWORKS!

PLEASE COME.

—THE GREAT PAPYRUS"

The note, penned with such exuberance, made you smile; you could practically hear Papyrus’ voice behind the words. No party on the Surface could ever match his boundless energy. And while you knew it would be fun, you couldn’t deny that the promise of Sans being there added its own quiet appeal.

By the time you arrived, the New Year's Eve party was already in full swing. The venue—a cozy hall borrowed from one of your mutual friends—was decked out in shimmering gold and silver streamers cascading like waterfalls from the ceiling. Twinkling fairy lights framed the walls, casting the room in a soft, dream-like glow, while the faint scent of freshly baked pastries and cinnamon lingered in the air.

Music played softly in the background, blending with bursts of laughter and the occasional clink of glasses to create a warm, inviting atmosphere. Your smile grew as your eyes flickered to a hand-painted banner strung proudly above the refreshment table. "WELCOME TO THE FUTURE!"

Papyrus was the first to spot you. “AH-HA! YOU HAVE ARRIVED!” he proclaimed, sweeping across the room as his scarf billowed dramatically behind him—despite the lack of wind.

He stopped directly in front of you, planting his gloved hands on your shoulders as though delivering life-changing news. “THE GREAT PAPYRUS IS HONORED BY YOUR PRESENCE. HAVE YOU SEEN THE SNACK TABLE? I HAVE OUTDONE MYSELF!”

“Of course you did,” you replied, unable to hold back a grin. “I’d expect nothing less from you, Pap.”

Beaming with pride, Papyrus threw out an arm in a grand flourish, directing your attention to the refreshment table. “BEHOLD! A FEAST FIT FOR NEW YEAR ROYALTY!”

The snack table was indeed a marvel, piled high with an assortment of hors d'oeuvres, sandwiches cut into star shapes, and Papyrus’ crowning achievement—a pyramid of cookies, each meticulously frosted with gold and silver designs.

Nearby, Toriel and Asgore stood locked in what seemed to be a polite but slightly strained conversation.

“It’s… nice to see you here, Toriel,” Asgore said, his voice low and uncertain. “You look well.”

Toriel’s smile didn’t quite reach her eyes, but her response was calm and measured. “Yes, well, I have Frisk to thank for convincing me to attend.” Her tone was polite but firm, the unspoken history between them hanging in the air like a ghost neither was willing to confront.

Frisk, standing a few steps away with a sparkler in hand, glanced between the two. Sensing the tension, they smiled softly and nudged Toriel, lifting their sparkler like a peace offering. Golden sparks flickered in the dim light, playful and warm, as if trying to bridge the quiet divide.

The simple gesture worked. Toriel’s expression softened, and she rested a hand on Frisk’s head. Her voice was warmer as she murmured, “Thank you, my child.” The earlier tightness in her smile eased, replaced by genuine fondness.

Satisfied with their work, Frisk turned and wandered off, twirling their sparkler through the air.

Across the room, Undyne’s voice boomed as she dove into the climax of an undoubtedly dramatic retelling. “AND THEN I GRABBED THE SPEAR LIKE THIS!” She struck a pose, swinging a sparkler in wide arcs, nearly dislodging a gold streamer in her enthusiasm.

“C-Careful, babe!” Alphys stammered, instinctively ducking as the streamer swayed dangerously close to her head. Despite her flustered tone, her eyes sparkled with admiration, the corners of her mouth twitching upward in a fond smile as she watched Undyne continue her tale.

Undyne continued unabated, charged ahead, her sparklers now props in a vivid reenactment of an epic battle. “AND THE WHOLE CROWD WAS CHEERING—WELL, THEY WOULD’VE BEEN IF ANYONE HAD SEEN IT!” She hurled an imaginary spear with such force that the gold streamer swayed again, prompting Alphys to dart forward and frantically steady it with her hands.

You couldn’t help but chuckle as Alphys tried to wrangle the situation, gently tugging at Undyne’s arm. “Uh, honey, m-maybe let’s, um… not destroy the decorations?”

Undyne froze mid-swing, her grin faltering for just a moment before it returned, wide and unapologetic. “Right, right. No casualties tonight! Got it.” She winked at Alphys, who exhaled in relief, though her shy smile betrayed just how much she adored Undyne’s antics.

Then, catching sight of you watching, Undyne raised a sparkler high in salute, her energy as infectious as ever. “You better be ready for midnight! This party’s about to get epic!”

“You bet,” you replied, grinning as Alphys mouthed a silent “Help me” behind Undyne’s back.

Nearby, Frisk stood with their sparkler held high, its golden sparks flickering in soft, playful patterns. Their face glowed with quiet joy as they twirled it through the air, their peaceful presence a soothing contrast to the lively chaos of the party.

At their feet sat Flowey, firmly nestled in a small decorative pot. His petals twitched irritably as he scowled at the festivities. “All this noise and for what? A few sparks in the sky? Pathetic,” he muttered, his voice dripping with disdain. “Honestly, you’d think they’ve never seen a new year before.”

Frisk tilted their head, raising their sparkler with a grin that seemed to say, Isn’t it kind of fun?

Flowey let out a long, exaggerated sigh but didn’t argue. His petals settled, and his gaze lingered on the sparks, watching the tiny bursts of light with reluctant curiosity.

You approached with a soft chuckle, briefly kneeling to adjust the tiny party hat perched on Flowey’s head. “There,” you said, stepping back to admire your work. “Perfect.”

Flowey sighed dramatically, his tone heavy with mock despair. “Great. Now I look ridiculous.”

“Not ridiculous,” you replied lightly. “Festive.”

Frisk giggled softly, giving you a small nod of approval as they twirled their sparkler once more. The golden light reflected in Flowey’s narrowed eyes, his petals tilting ever so slightly toward the warmth.

“Don’t think this means I like either of you idiots,” Flowey muttered. His tone was sharp, but it lacked its usual venom.

You and Frisk exchanged a knowing look before they turned back to their sparkler, drawing glowing arcs in the air. As you walk away, you catch Flowey sigh yet again.

The lively energy of the room seemed to draw everyone together, from Papyrus’ booming laughter near the snack table to Undyne’s sparkler duels in the corner. You felt a quiet warmth settle over you as you moved through the crowd, exchanging small smiles and words with the friends who had come to mean so much to you.

Though the energy of the party was infectious, amidst the bustling crowd, your eyes sought out one figure in particular. IIt didn’t take long to find him—Sans, leaning casually against the wall near the edge of the crowd, nursing what looked suspiciously like a bottle of ketchup.

When he caught your gaze, his expression brightened slightly, his ever-present grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. With a lazy wave, he motioned you over.

“hey, you made it,” he greeted as you approached, his tone casual but warm.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” you replied with a smile. “Papyrus sent a very persuasive invitation.”

Sans chuckled, the sound low and easy. “yeah, he’s got a knack for that. one time, he convinced me to join a book club. never read the book, though. was too busy tryin’ to figure out how he gets so much enthusiasm packed into one skeleton.”

You laughed, shaking your head. Your eyes drifted down to the bottle in his hand, raising a skeptical brow.

“totally not ketchup,” he assured you, his grin widening as if he knew exactly what you were thinking. “scout’s honor.”

“Were you even a scout?” you asked, playing along.

“nah.” He shrugged. “but i look good in a sash.”

Before you could respond, Grillby drifted past, his flaming figure glowing softly as he carried a tray of drinks. He paused briefly beside you, his ever-calm demeanor somehow fitting seamlessly into the lively energy around him.

“Everything all right here?” the fire elemental asked, his voice calm and friendly, the faint crackle of embers underscoring his words..

You thanked him as you grabbed two glasses of champagne, offering one to Sans, who accepted it with an exaggeratedly solemn bow, swapping his ketchup for the drink.

“hey, grillbz,” Sans said, raising his glass in a mock toast. “enjoyin’ the show?” 

Grillby’s flames flickered in what you assumed was his version of a smile. “It’s as lively as ever,” he replied. Turning to you, he added, “I’m glad you could make it. Sans tends to linger near the edges at gatherings like this.”

“ah, c’mon, grillbz,” Sans protested lightly. “you’re makin’ me sound like a real party pooper.”

Grillby’s flames crackled lightly, resembling the sound of laughter. “Not at all. You’re far too entertaining to stay hidden for long.”

As Grillby glided back toward the refreshment table, Sans chuckled, shaking his head. “guy’s got me all figured out, huh?”

“Maybe,” you teased, taking a sip of your drink. “But who doesn’t?”

Sans let out a small “heh,” his grin quirking to the side. “eh, most folks don’t bother. guess you’re just observant like that.” He tapped his temple lightly, as if to drive the point home.

“Observant?” you echoed with a playful smirk. “You’re not exactly subtle, Sans.”

“or maybe i’m just not tryin’ to blend in right now,” he countered, his grin widening slightly. He gestured vaguely toward the crowd before turning his gaze back to you. “sometimes it’s nice havin’ someone notice you’re there.”

Your smirk softened into a genuine smile as you caught the faint sincerity tucked behind his casual words. “Someone like me?” you asked, trying to mask the touch of hope in your tone.

“well,” he said, his grin easing into something softer, “you do make it easier to stick around.”

His grin tilted back into its familiar playful curve before you could say anything else. “plus, ya keep me from nappin’ in the corner. so, thanks for that.”

You rolled your eyes, bumping your shoulder lightly against his. “Don’t thank me too soon. Midnight’s not here yet.”

The night unfolded in a blur of laughter and cheer, the party’s energy swelling as more guests filtered in.

Through it all, Sans stayed close by your side, tossing in the occasional pun or dry quip that never failed to make you laugh. His presence was unassuming yet constant, anchoringing you amidst the whirlwind of noise and activity. Every so often, you’d catch him watching you with a quiet grin, his gaze lingering just long enough to make your heart feel warmer than the golden glow of the fairy lights overhead. At one point, Undyne burst into the center of the room with sparklers raised high, shouting, “TIME FOR AN EPIC GAME OF CHARADES! NO EXCUSES—EVERYONE PLAYS!”

You and Sans joined the growing circle just in time to see Undyne dive into an over-the-top reenactment of what could only be described as a sea monster attacking a ship. With imaginary harpoons in hand, she mimed throwing them with such vigor that the nearby decorations swayed dangerously.

“OH! OH!” Papyrus exclaimed, leaping to his feet. “IT IS OBVIOUSLY… A WHALE RIDING A UNICORN!”

“P-Papyrus,” Alphys interjected gently, adjusting her glasses. “Whales don’t… uh… ride unicorns.”

“OF COURSE NOT!” Papyrus said, throwing up his hands. “THAT’S WHY IT’S SO BRILLIANTLY CREATIVE!”

The group erupted into laughter as Undyne finally dropped to the ground in an exaggerated finish.

To everyone’s surprise, Asgore had a hidden knack for guessing, calmly identifying even the most bizarre attempts. “Hmm… is it a chicken… riding a unicycle?” he guessed during another round, earning a roar of laughter and an enthusiastic “YES!” from Undyne.

“THE KING OF GUESSING!” Papyrus proclaimed, throwing confetti from his seemingly endless supply of party decorations.

Beside you, Sans leaned in slightly, his grin wide as he whispered, “gotta hand it to asgore. didn’t know he had a secret talent for interpretin’ chaos.”

Later, as the laughter began to settle, Frisk quietly stepped into the center of the room, holding up a sign they’d written in neat, careful letters:

“Thank you all for making this year amazing.”

The room fell quiet for a moment, touched by the sincerity of the message. For a moment, even Flowey was quiet, though he eventually muttered, “Sappy idiots,” under his breath.

“BEAUTIFULLY SAID, FRISK!” Papyrus exclaimed, breaking the stillness with enthusiastic clapping. “THE GREAT PAPYRUS COULD NOT HAVE PUT IT BETTER!”

Toriel clasped her hands together, her expression soft and radiant. “Thank you, my child,” she said tenderly. “It truly has been a wonderful year, hasn’t it?”

Undyne punched the air triumphantly, her sparklers trailing bright streaks behind her. “Heck yeah! Best year ever!”

“Y-Yep!” Alphys added, adjusting her glasses with a nervous but genuine smile. “D-Definitely one for the books.”

Even Asgore nodded in agreement, his deep voice steady and thoughtful. “Yes… one to cherish,” he said softly.

The sentiment spread through the room like a ripple, and one by one, the group broke into applause. There was something unspoken but understood—a quiet acknowledgment of how far you had all come.

As the applause began to fade, you felt a nudge at your side. Sans leaned in, his hands tucked comfortably into his hoodie pockets, his grin faint but real.

“heh. kid’s got a way of hittin’ ya right in the soul,” he said, his voice light but threaded with something softer. His eyes lingered on Frisk for a beat, the quiet pride in his gaze barely masked by his usual laid-back demeanor.

You smiled, nodding. “Yeah… they’ve got a knack for that.”

Sans glanced at you, his expression unreadable for a moment before his grin crept wider. “kinda reminds me of someone else i know.”

You raised a brow at him, but before you could respond, Frisk’s eyes met yours from across the room. Smiling, you gave them a quiet thumbs-up. They beamed in response, their sparkler tracing playful patterns through the air once more, the golden light reflecting the joy that filled the room.

Sans watched them for a moment, then let out a soft chuckle. “guess some things are contagious,” he murmured. 

“Hm?” You turned to him, but he had already shifted his attention elsewhere, his hand giving a small wave.

“heh. nothin’.” His hand brushed lightly against yours as it dropped, just for a second—but long enough to send a gentle heat blooming under your skin.

The night wore on, the gentle hum of conversation and laughter filling the air as midnight approached. Papyrus, ever the meticulous organizer, had set up a projector against the far wall. The countdown flickered in bright numbers, casting a faint glow that rippled over the crowd.

One by one, guests began drifting toward the center of the hall, drawn by the hum of music and the soft twinkle of fairy lights strung across the makeshift stage. The air brimmed with anticipation, the approaching new year wrapping around you like the warmth of the gathering itself.

Undyne’s voice rang out above the noise as she clinked a glass dramatically, her sparklers now swapped for a celebratory drink. “Alright, everyone! Ten minutes to go! If you’re not in position for the countdown, you’re missing out on history!”

Alphys tugged at her arm, blushing. “U-Undyne, it’s not exactly history—”

“Sure it is, babe!” Undyne interrupted, throwing an arm around Alphys’ shoulders and flashing her a sharp, toothy grin. “The history of us bringing in another awesome year!”

Alphys flushed even deeper, adjusting her glasses nervously but not pulling away.

Across the room, Frisk gave an enthusiastic thumbs-up from their spot near Toriel. The former queen mirrored the gesture with a warm, encouraging smile.

“Another year of this nonsense,” Flowey muttered from his pot, his petals twitching irritably. His tone lacked its usual bite, though, and his leaves drooped slightly as Frisk twirled a sparkler near him.

“Cheer up, Flowey,” you called over, catching his glare. “You survived another year with us ‘sappy idiots.’ That’s gotta be worth celebrating, right?”

Flowey grumbled something unintelligible, but his petals dipped slightly, almost like a reluctant nod. “Barely,” he muttered, his tone softer than usual.

You found yourself standing with Sans off to the side, near a row of windows overlooking the frosty town square. Outside, the streetlights cast a warm glow on faint flurries of snow drifting lazily through the cold night air. The muffled sound of a band playing New Year’s tunes filtered in through the glass, blending with the cozy hum of the party behind you.

Sans leaned against the window frame, hands tucked casually in his hoodie pockets, his gaze fixed somewhere in the distance. He looked peaceful, his grin smaller but no less genuine.

“y’know,” he began, his voice low and easy as you stepped closer, “new year’s is kinda funny when ya think about it. we’re all just measurin’ time, watchin’ numbers tick over... but people still get real excited for it. like a fresh start or somethin’.”

“Is that your way of saying you don’t care about New Year’s?” you teased, crossing your arms with a playful smile.

“nah, i care,” he said, his grin softening as his gaze drifted to you. “…just not for the reasons most folks do.”

You tilted your head, curious. “For what reasons, then?”

He hesitated, his gaze flicking briefly back to the snowy town square. For a moment, it seemed like he might brush off the question with another joke, but instead, his grin shifted into something quieter, more genuine. His eye lights flickered back to you, their glow faint but steady.

“well, this year’s been pretty good,” he said, his tone softer than usual. “met someone who’s made it... kinda great, actually. wouldn’t mind spendin’ more time like this.”

His words hit you squarely in the chest, the sincerity in his tone catching you off guard. You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could, Papyrus bounded into view, his scarf trailing behind him like a comet.

“TEN MINUTES UNTIL THE COUNTDOWN!” he declared, his voice cutting through the calm like a gong. “COME, HUMAN! SANS! WE MUST PREPARE FOR THE FIREWORK DISPLAY! IT WILL BE THE PINNACLE OF THE EVENING!”

Sans straightened from his spot by the window, his grin sliding effortlessly back into its usual playful tilt. “i thought the snacks were the pinnacle.”

“THE SNACKS WERE MERELY THE PROLOGUE!” Papyrus declared, his chest puffed with pride. “NOW HURRY! I CANNOT LIGHT THE SPARKLERS AND PRESS THE BUTTON AT THE SAME TIME!”

You and Sans exchange a glance, his grin turning sly. “guess we better help the guy out. wouldn’t wanna disappoint the ‘great firework technician papyrus.’”

You chuckled, falling into step beside him as the two of you followed Papyrus into the courtyard.

The crisp night air nipped at your cheeks as you stepped outside, but the festive atmosphere kept your spirits warm. Strings of lights bordered the courtyard, and the faint sound of chatter and laughter spilled from the open doors of the hall. Overhead, stars twinkled faintly, their glow muted by the streetlamps and the shimmering anticipation that filled the air.

Papyrus had arranged a surprisingly impressive display of fireworks, each rocket carefully labeled with his bold handwriting. The others had gathered to watch as Papyrus darted around the courtyard, gleefully directing traffic.

“ALL RIGHT, EVERYONE!” Papyrus boomed, his voice ringing out like a rallying cry. “IN JUST A FEW MINUTES, WE SHALL LIGHT THE SKY WITH THE GREATEST FIREWORK DISPLAY OF ALL TIME!”

Undyne swung her sparklers like twin swords, shouting something about “defending the new year!” Meanwhile, Alphys hovered nearby, wringing her hands as Undyne’s wild flourishes brought the sparklers dangerously close to a box of rockets.

“Undyne!” Alphys yelped, her voice rising in panic. “P-Please, maybe keep those a little further from the—oh my gosh!” She lunged forward, shielding the fireworks with her clipboard.

“Relax, Alphy! I’ve got this!” Undyne declared confidently, twirling the sparklers with dramatic flair that made her girlfriend wince.

You couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight, and Sans leaned in closer, his voice full of amusement. “five bucks says she sets somethin’ on fire before this is over.”

You smirked, shaking your head. “I’d take that bet, but I’m pretty sure we’d both win.”

Papyrus zipped around the courtyard, scarf trailing as he issued instructions with military precision. “UNDYNE, THE SPARKLERS ARE NOT FOR LIGHTING THE FUSES!”

“HUMAN!” He spun toward you, thrusting a bucket into your hands with the gravitas of a royal decree. “PLEASE HOLD THIS BUCKET OF MINIATURE ROCKETS! AND SANS—STOP LOITERING!”

Sans chuckled, slipping his hands deeper into his hoodie pockets. “not loitering, bro. supervising.”

“SUPERVISING REQUIRES DOING SOMETHING!” Papyrus exclaimed, flinging his scarf over his shoulder dramatically as he marched off to handle another task.

As Papyrus bustled away, Sans leaned in again, his voice low enough for only you to hear. “pap’s got a future as a drill sergeant, huh?”

You laughed, holding up one of the sparklers. “He just wants everything to be perfect.”

Sans’ grin softened as he watched his brother dash around the courtyard, his tone taking on a quiet fondness. “yeah,” he murmured, his gaze lingering on Papyrus. “he’s good at that.”

As Papyrus continued to direct his countdown preparations with the fervor that suggested it was a military operation, Sans sidled up next to you. His hand brushed lightly against yours, an absentminded gesture that might have gone unnoticed if you weren’t already so attuned to him. Even so, the brief contact sent a spark of warmth racing up your arm, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

“so,” he said, his voice low, almost drowned out by the noise, “got any resolutions?”

You turned toward him, thoughtful. “I don’t know… Maybe to live in the moment more? Stop worrying so much about the past or future, and just… appreciate life as it comes. Feels like one of those things I could be better at.”

“huh.” Sans tilted his head slightly, his grin softening into something more reflective. “that’s a good one. might have to borrow it.” “What about you?” you asked, genuinely curious.

Sans seemed to consider it for a moment, his gaze drifting toward the horizon where stars twinkled faintly above the glow of the town. The night air carried a quiet stillness, broken only by distant laughter and the occasional pop of a test firework.

“hmm,” he started, his voice light but carrying an undercurrent of sincerity. “guess mine’s makin’ sure you keep yours.”

His words settled between you, simple yet unexpectedly meaningful.

You wanted to say something, but the moment hung delicate and unspoken—until Papyrus’ voice rang out, echoing through the courtyard like a call to arms. “TEN SECONDS LEFT, EVERYONE! GET READY FOR THE COUNTDOWN!”

The others joined in eagerly, their voices blending into a lively chorus.

“TEN!”

Papyrus stood front and center, his scarf flaring dramatically in the crisp winter air, as though powered by sheer willpower alone. He pointed toward the sky, rallying the group like a general leading a parade.

“NINE!” 

Undyne threw an arm around Alphys, practically sweeping the smaller monster off her feet. “THIS IS IT, BABE! OUR YEAR!” she bellowed, shaking Alphys so vigorously that the poor scientist could only manage a nervous laugh, her cheeks glowing as red as the sparklers in Undyne’s free hand.

“EIGHT!”

Frisk bounced on their toes, twirling their sparkler with anticipation and delight. With their free hand, they lifted Flowey’s pot higher, giving the grumpy flower a perfect view of the sky.

Flowey groaned, his petals twitching with exaggerated disdain. “Oh, joy. More loud noises and explosions. What a delightful way to start another year of nonsense.”

Frisk tilted their head, their bright smile widening. With a mischievous flick of their sparkler, they sent a harmless shower of golden sparks near Flowey’s pot, earning an indignant huff.

“Watch it!” Flowey snapped, though his petals relaxed just slightly, his irritation softened by Frisk’s quiet joy.

“SEVEN!”

Toriel and Asgore exchanged a glance across the courtyard. The weight of their shared history lingered between them, bittersweet and unspoken. Toriel hesitated, then gave Asgore a small, reluctant nod. He returned it with a soft, hopeful smile.

“SIX!”

You turned to Sans, your heart giving a small leap when you realized his gaze was already on you. His eye lights glowed faintly, reflecting the golden sparks that danced through the crisp night air.

“FOUR!”

“hey,” he said, his voice nearly drowned out by the noise, “gotta say… this year’s been somethin’ else. all thanks to you.”

“THREE!”

Your breath caught, the quiet sincerity in his words wrapping around you like the warmth of a blanket against the cold. 

You managed a smile, your voice softer than you intended. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

“TWO!”

Sans leaned closer, his breath feathering against your cheek. His voice was barely audible over the rising cheers as he whispered, “happy new year, sunshine.”

“ONE!”

The courtyard erupted into cheers, and the first firework exploded overhead, scattering brilliant streaks of gold and crimson across the night sky.

The sound echoed faintly, but it all seemed distant as Sans’ hand rose to your cheek, his grin fading into something sweeter just before his mouth met yours.

The kiss was soft and unhurried, as if the entire year had been leading up to this single, fleeting moment. His touch held a quiet reverence—the kind of tenderness that felt rare and delicate—like you were something fragile, something he wasn’t quite ready to let go of. His palm stayed warm against your skin, thumb tracing gentle circles as though committing every detail to memory.

There was no urgency, only the gentle weight of emotions unspoken—words he’d never say aloud but conveyed in the way he held you.

The crackle of fireworks and the cheers of your friends faded away, replaced by the quiet thrill of his closeness. For all his jokes and lazy smirks, this moment felt different. Unguarded. Carrying with it the quiet emotion he so often kept hidden from the world.

When you finally parted, the world rushed back in a cascade of color and sound. His forehead rested against yours for a moment longer, his grin returning—soft and lopsided, but with a depth that made your heart flutter.

“guess that’s one resolution down,” he murmured, his voice low and laced with affection.

You blinked, still breathless, a smile tugging at your lips. “And what was that?”

“makin’ this year better than the last,” he replied, his grin widening slightly. “and makin’ sure you keep yours.”

His words hung in the air, warm and grounding. Before you could respond, Papyrus’ voice broke through the haze.

“SANS! Y/N! DID YOU SEE THAT FIREWORK? IT WAS SHAPED LIKE A SPAGHETTI NOODLE! ABSOLUTELY MAGNIFICENT!”

You both laughed, the moment dissolving into a shared grin. Sans slipped his hand into yours, his thumb brushing lightly along your knuckles as he turned to Papyrus.

“heh, trust pap to turn the fireworks into a pasta thing.” He glanced at you, his grin widening mischievously. “any more of those and i might just pasta way.”

You snorted, rolling your eyes as you gave him a playful shove. “You’re impossible.”

“nah,” he countered with a wink, “just im-pasta-ble to resist.”

Shaking your head with a laugh, you let him tug you back toward the others. The soft glow of the fireworks cast shifting patterns of light across the courtyard, their brilliance reflected in Sans’ steady gaze. Maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t such a bad way to start the year.

[arottinghouse]

*aggressively slams table* I WANT MORE ASGORE X READER CONTENT PEOPLE

[yasashii-leaf]

I loved reading this story! truly incredible! especially since several times, I found myself laughing! I imagined the scenes, the Tsundere reader blends so well into the world of Deltarune, and she makes me laugh, I found her endearing! In any case, I still have plenty of drawings in reserve, I will publish them over the next few days! I hope you like it Rose! With lots of love !

[hotpinkboots]

HAPPY 8TH, UNDERTALE!!

Since it's Undertale's 8th birthday, feel free to spam in a bunch of Undertale requests!! (you're always welcome to spam UT requests at any time of the year, but today is just EXTRA special :D)

[thebestusernamepossible]

Literally going insane, might have to write fanfic for the first time in 2 years because the people™️ do not get my favorite female characters like I do and I feel the insurmountable urge to write her. I’m going to bite drywall why don’t ppl see her complexities. PLEASE STOP WRITING HER ETHIER AS DOMICILE MOM OR BITCH (or just for shipping) she is so so cool please guys please.

Also while I’m here, fandoms tendency to shove women in the ‘pure powerful goddess who can do no wrong’ box and then proceed to never give them an actual narrative role other than like ‘supportive’ or ‘took out a few background guys’. Like why DOES this incredibly badass and complex female character just get shunted into doinging some cool flips, getting praised about it (she’s the strongest fighter, so feminist wow) then never getting actnowleged as a 2 dimensional character.

I saw this a lot when I was in the Batman fandom, particularly with Cassandra Cain. She is a highly complex and interesting character, but in fandom she’s kind of shunted to ‘Badass therapy dog who takes care of the men’. Because even on the slight chance her backstory is brought up it’s always never delved into and mostly used to make her etheir more tragic and in need of support on a surface level or to let her be compassionate with the men characters who get their actual problems foucused on. It’s a unqiue kind of frustrating because it’s like almost letting the cool female character be cool, but it’s more like the idea of a badass women is shoved in your face, maybe joked about (or if we’re lucky she gets to beat up a few bad-guys), but ultimately treated like a cardboard cutout. Interestingly this actually isn’t entirely a female character thing, it’s also common with like old grandfather/grandmother characters and the elderly in general. But it’s usually badass women from what I see. :/ Why can’t fandom explore their stories (people do but why is it so much less), why can’t they be the prtags of cool AUs or time-travel fix-its, or crossover events

Idk I think I’m just frustrated, and I typed out more than I thought I would. Also Ive seen what happens to some other posts complaining about fandom misogyny, so please know if you’re a TERF, fuck off you have no place in this discussion. We will never agree, and frankly all of these points apply to canon Trans Women characters. Don’t say shit ill fucking end you.

[riuhere]

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Yess!! I'm finally done!!!

This AU concept has been brain rotting my brain for the past few days and I finally had the courage to draw it hshshsh

Okay so before I start rambling. I just have to note to you that English isn't my first language so if my explanation ends up confusing you. You can just ask me in the ask box! It's open anytime! And If you're not into uh 'x reader's' then this is actually not for you :D

So before I start explaining I'm just gonna say that this version of reader is a completely different version of her from the original concept. In which in the original concept reader dissappears without a word after an incident had happen involving a prince and his bestfriend to which she views them as siblings of her own. Basically an AU from an original AU (?)

In this AU however, our reader went completely insane after the tragic lost leading her to her own demise (mentally and physically).

Btw trigger warning if you wanna keep reading!!

In summary, she basically started distancing herself from her family (Mom goat and Papa goat) by locking herself in the bedroom where their siblings used to reside.

Of course, none of her parents thought any of it being abnormal because that's what someone normally does when they grieve, they isolate themselves to give it time to take everything in. And after reality practically smacked them in the face that their siblings may be gone forever. That's where things started to get very interesting...

And by interesting, I mean she basically started illegally experimenting on monster souls in secret without her family knowing about it. The main reason for it is because her main goal is to find a way to revive her siblings even if the has to use her own soul to do it on way or another and to her the 'bonus' of it is by discovering something 'new' every single day and despite everything she continues to preservere to reach that said goal.

So yeah this AU overall is basically 'what if' reader stayed and went insane instead of dissappearing without a trace.

(side note: in this AU Toriel and Asgore are still together and that was practically only for the sake of their only child remaining from the incident. She's practically the only thing keeping the family from separating. And the fact that she may never be able to meet their love interest/SOULmate in a few years from now in this timeline. Another side note: not gonna lie @semisolidmind made me realise how I'm not that much of a self shipper either due to how I don't really see myself in most of my characters cause their all basically viewed as 'reader' or 'y/n' to me. Does that make sense?)

[bluemadnessstuff]

I've had a vision...

Basically the same person...

[theres-a-body-here]

Scumtober- Day 11 (In Heat)

Asgore x Male!reader

You honestly blame the others for this.

How come no one warned you that Asgore was susceptible to going into heat? Looking back at it now, Undyne laughing at you, when you mentioned how extra touchy Asgore was acting this month, was probably your only heads-up.

You were hoping to get some practice baking in today, but you honestly suck ass at it. There was flour everywhere, some egg on the floor, and even some batter in your hair. So when Asgore walked in, you were hoping to get some help...not dick.

You guess seeing you bake really did it for him. He hugged you from behind as he muttered how cute you looked. You thought he was being his regular cute self until you felt him harden against your ass.

You swear you'll get the others for this. But for now, you have a large horny goat man to deal with.

"Hnnng!" You groaned softly, feeling the warmth of Asgore's body pressing against you. The goat man's hands moved over your shoulders, squeezing gently as he helped guide you through baking. His large furry hands were on yours as he helped you knead the dough.

"Mmm..." Asgore hummed lowly in agreement, leaning down to place a kiss on the base of your neck. His breath was hot against sensitive skin, causing goosebumps to rise along your flesh.

"Yes, yes," he murmured approvingly, "that's it. Just like that."

You tried to focus on the task at hand, but the sensation of being filled by Asgore's thick cock made it difficult to concentrate. Every time he shifted slightly, sending ripples of pleasure through your core.

Asgore leaned over you to pick up the bowl of chocolate chips, causing his cock to slide deeper inside you. You gasped at the sudden thrust, nearly losing your balance as your knees became jelly. His furry arm wrapped around your waist, holding you steady.

The goat man chuckled quietly, a low rumble in his throat that sent shivers down your spine. "Sorry," he murmured, leaning in closer to nuzzle your neck with his wet nose. "Didn't mean to surprise you like that."

You try to shake off your lightheadedness as you focus on the task. "It's okay," you managed to say between shallow breaths. You were determined to push through and make this damn choco-bread.

At some point, Asgore stopped helping.

Asgore's movements grew slower as he gave in to the heat. His heavy breathing mixed with yours, creating a steamy atmosphere around the both of you. With every lazy thrust, he pushed further inside, claiming your hole for himself.

You could feel yourself develop a new kink. Despite the mess, this was pretty fun. It was almost like a game to see if you could handle doing this mundane task while being fucked.

Asgoore's strong arms wrapped securely around your waist, holding onto you like you were his entire world. The goat man rested his chin on your head as his tongued lolled out of his mouth.

"Ahhhh...," he whimpered, thrusting harder yet again. "So good...my sweet boy..."

He moaned and grunted, his voice growing rougher with each passing moment. Tiny droplets of saliva dripped from his bottom lip, landing on your head.

He was definitely drunk off a mixture of his heat and your body.

"Please...," he pleaded desperately. "More...I need...more."

Tears welled up in his eyes as he buried his face in the back of your neck. He wrapped his arms around you as if he thought you would disappear if he stopped fucking you

"Pregnant..." he chanted hoarsely, each syllable punctuated by a lazy thrust. His hands gripped your hips possessively, leaving bruises in their wake. "Get pregnant...get pregnant...".

"Pregnant, please," he whispered hoarsely between ragged breaths. "Become pregnant...with my child...oh god..."

Each thrust drove the message home; he wanted you to give him a child despite you being male. But you couldn't help but wonder how flustered he'll be when you tell him about this once he's clear-headed. You groan and push the mixing bowl aside.

Baking can wait.

Scumtober 2023 Masterlist

[merlinmarvelandother-oneshots]

undertale characters seeing your underfell self

gn!reader

romantic or platonic

includes: Flowey, Toriel, Sans, Papyrus, Undyne, Asgore

light cursing

Flowey:

-he laughs

-"you're less of an idiot than i gave you credit for! you finally accepted the rules of the world, kill, or B E K I L L E D"

-to your annoyance, started following you around

-he tries to give you fighting tips, but after you kick him in the face, he stops.

-he likes this new you

Toriel:

-"why, what a dreadful universe! it has brought hate into an innocent SOUL."

-tries to help you win fights with MERCY

-"listen, lady, I don't know who the hell you are, but you need to stay out of my god damn way."

-Shes NOT giving up on you

Sans:

-"well, shit, kid, what the hell happened to you?"

-watched in shock as you punch a monster for stepping on your foot

-he doesn't step in, though.

-he knows he can't change you.

-more importantly, he knows you aren't his.

Papyrus:

-"HUMAN, YOU DO NOT NEED TO BE SO HARSH!"

-his smile, while unmovable, its authenticity falters as he watches you stab a monster to 'teach her a lesson'.

-tries his damnest to get you to see the world positively again

-even after you hold a knife to his throat

-...you do realize he can't 'bleed out', right? he's a skeleton.

Undyne:

-when she sees you attack another monster, she fights you to teach you a lesson.

-you fight until you reach very low HP

-"THERE, NOW DO YOU GIVE UP?!"

-her jaw drops as you spit the blood out of your mouth and walk away.

-what happened to you?

Asgore:

-his eyes soften

-you don't want this, surely?

-it must be an act. to look strong. it had to be.

-if it wasn't for the pessimistic outlook on life and the willingness to attack at the drop of a pin, you were the exact same!

-but he knew he had to stay out of your way.

-unless, of course, he could figure out how to make you see the world well again.

[jmbringitonworld]

How I Married Your Father

AO3 link for those who prefer to read fics there

This silly idea came to my friend and I, and we imagined some scenes for it. And when it comes to silly ideas, well... I just can't seem to resist writing them out. I also can't seem to resist injecting fluff into everything I write. How did this get so long?? @a-snowpoff this is all your fault.

Is any of this funny? You tell me ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

______________________________

It all started with a ring.

Well, technically it all started when I met Papyrus, but the trouble really began with the ring.

See, Papyrus and I had been good friends for a while - to the point I was comfortable with letting him stay in the spare room at my place, when he moved out to give his brother and sister-in-law some space and privacy. We’d hung out together a few times, and had even gotten to know each other’s friends.

We’d also occasionally gift each other things we’d seen and thought the other would like. Just little things, like oven mitts, a new apron, plates with interesting flame patterns, cool action figures, bones of varying sizes… you know, just knick-knacks and such. Nothing too fancy.

And then one day Papyrus gave me a ring.

It was a sparkly piece of jewellery, very well-made and clearly quite pricey, and I was very reluctant to accept it. But Papyrus looked so excited, so hopeful, and even a little nervous (as he did with anything he gifted me to be honest)… I just didn’t have the heart to refuse. No one with a heart would’ve been able to deny him.

“DO YOU LIKE MY PRESENT??” he asked me, bones vibrating ever so slightly as he looked to be on the verge of bouncing on his feet.

I didn’t need to force the smile that spread so wide across my face that my cheeks started hurting.

“Yes.” I tried the ring on each of my fingers. It fit my ring finger perfectly. “I love it! Thank you Paps.”

The smile he gave me in return was more brilliant than any precious gem.

I had no idea what that ring would come to mean.

And neither did Papyrus, as it turned out.

—

“WHAT???”

Papyrus’s eye sockets widened in shock as he stared at Alphys, his friend, gifted scientist, and expert on humans (probably).

The shorter monster shuffled her feet nervously under his incredulous gaze, and reflexively scooted a little closer to her wife.

“O-oh, you d-didn’t know that humans give their partner a ring to p-propose? Uh, propose marriage that is.”

Papyrus shook his head.

“NO!! I HAD NO IDEA!! MY DATING GUIDEBOOK DIDN’T MENTION ANYTHING ABOUT MARRIAGE!!! IT ONLY SAID THAT GIVING YOUR PARTNER A RING WAS THE NEXT IMPORTANT STEP TO ADVANCE YOUR ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIP!!”

He took out a badly chewed up book from… somewhere… and proceeded to riffle through what remained of its pages.

Sans eyed the book with a raised browbone. “uh, paps? it looks like something took a bite or ten outta your book.”

The younger skeleton monster glared at the book in remembered offence.

“IT’S THAT MISCREANT MUTT!!” He stomped his foot, scarf flailing through the air from the force of his agitation. “IT KEEPS CHEWING THROUGH MY THINGS!! NOT CONTENT TO STEAL MY SPECIAL ATTACKS, IT TRIED TO EAT MY DATING GUIDEBOOK!! AND MY HANGOUT GUIDEBOOK!! AND EVEN MY COOKBOOKS!! ALL FIFTY SEVEN OF THEM!!!”

Asgore frowned in concern. “Do you think it has a toothache from eating so many bones?”

Papyrus stomped his foot harder. “WELL I HAVE A SKULLACHE FROM IT VANDALISING MY BELONGINGS!!”

Toriel gave him a pacifying smile. “There, there. Books can be replaced; your health cannot. Do not lose your skull over this!”

The former queen giggled at her own joke and Sans’s grin widened. Papyrus looked to be on the verge of exploding, both figuratively and literally, with the way his bones rattled. Luckily, Undyne interjected before the situation could devolve further.

“Ngahhh!! Forget about nerd books and hungry dogs! What about the proposal?! Did your human say yes?!”

Papyrus paused and considered his friend’s question for a moment.

“HMMM…” He gasped. “SHE DID! SHE DEFINITELY SAID YES!”

Undyne leaned forward eagerly, eyes flitting between Papyrus and Alphys.

“So! Does that mean Papyrus and his human are married?!”

Everyone’s gaze focused on Alphys, awaiting her deduction. The current Royal Scientist shrunk under the weight of their expectation. She looked a little panicked, but with one glance at her wife’s toothy grin and shining eyes, she bolstered her courage and blurted out, “I-I guess so”.

Cheers and whoops rang out, as everyone congratulated Papyrus on his marriage. Only Sans looked hesitant. His murmured “maybe we should ask frisk about this” was lost amongst the jubilation.

—

From then on, Papyrus became even more… affectionate? Attentive? Dare I say, almost doting towards me. Not that he was cold before, quite the opposite. He was always a kind and caring friend; thoughtful, warm-hearted, enthusiastic and ever-supportive, truly the best pal a girl could ask for honestly.

But he was noticeably more intense in his efforts to be the best friend to me he could be.

And, in all honesty, it was getting me increasingly flustered.

Every day, Papyrus would wake me up in the morning with breakfast in bed, and we’d chat about our respective plans for the day as we ate. Afterwards, as I would get ready, Papyrus would pack the elaborate lunch he’d somehow found the time to prepare for me, and then send me off with a hug as big and warm as his heart (his metaphorical heart; I still had no idea whether or not skeleton monsters had literal hearts).

The way he’d rub his nasal bone against my nose as he held me close sent all sorts of butterflies fluttering around inside me. But I’d guessed it was simply a sign of affection between monsters. Papyrus was always very demonstrative with his feelings after all. He never left me in any doubt that I was important to him.

It was one of the many things I loved about him.

And there sure was a lot to love.

It was no surprise that my feelings for Papyrus had turned romantic fairly early on in our relationship.

He was so honest and upfront about himself, so earnest in his efforts and steadfast in his ambitions, and always wearing his heart on his sleeve (so to speak), that you knew very quickly what kind of man- er, monster he was. There was never any hint of artifice with him and he didn’t have a single malicious bone in his skeletal body.

I knew that I could trust him, completely, that I could always rely on him and that he would never let me down.

And he never did. He was my anchor in every storm that came my way.

More than that, he always strived to be his best self in a way that I couldn’t help but admire. He even encouraged me, time and again, to be my best self.

He made me want to do better, want to be better.

He made me believe I could.

“Which is exactly why you should be honest with him about how you feel about him!” Frisk argued, over tea and cakes one afternoon.

I bit my lip and looked away from her determined gaze. “But what if he doesn’t feel the same way about me?”

“But what if he does?” Frisk shot back.

I stared into my cup as if it held the answers I sought. Frisk sighed and reached over to place her hand atop mine, arresting my gaze when I looked up.

“Look, even if Papy doesn’t like you like that - which I doubt, I’m sure that guy is just as crazy about you as you are about him,” she insisted, voice full of conviction.

I blinked, wondering how she could be so confident, as if there wasn’t a doubt in her mind as to the truth of her words. It must’ve been because she was Papyrus’s second ever friend and his sister-in-law.

Frisk continued on, with the kind of determination that could move mountains, or break barriers. “But even if he isn’t, doesn’t he deserve your honesty?”

I wilted, forced to acknowledge her point. “You’re right. Paps is always honest with me, and I owe it to him to be honest with him in return.”

Frisk gave me a pleased smile. She turned the hand she was holding in hers and gave it an encouraging squeeze. I squeezed back, trying not to let my doubts overtake me, even as the fear of possible rejection was making my heart pound in my ears.

“I just-… Everything’s been going so well between us and I’m afraid of messing it all up! What if I ruin our friendship?!”

—

“I LOVE MY WONDERFUL WIFE! WE ARE SO HAPPY TOGETHER! NYEH HEH HEH!!” Papyrus’s cheerful voice boomed throughout the room.

Undyne guffawed and thumped him on the back with enough force to almost send him to his knees. “That’s great, Papyrus! I’m so happy to hear you’ve found your special someone, too! Now everyone’s happy! Man, we oughta celebrate or something.”

Alphys perked up and clapped her hands in delight. “Ooh! That’s a great idea! M-Maybe we can all go on a group holiday together? Like a c-couples’ retreat? It’s n-not like I had one in mind already or anything, eheheh…”

Papyrus’s face lit up, his eye sockets sparkling. “THAT SOUNDS SPECTACULAR!! AND FUN!” He pumped a fist into the air. “I CAN’T WAIT TO SHOW EVERYONE WHAT A GREAT COUPLE THE GREAT PAPYRUS AND HIS GREAT WIFE MAKE!! NYEH HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH!!”

Sans took one look at his brother’s ecstatic grin and his friends’ equally excited faces, and gulped down the rest of his ketchup.

“oh boy, this’ll be… interestin’.”

—

One of the first things I’d learned about Papyrus was that he loved to cook. He hadn’t always been very good at it according to his friends and family, but since coming to the surface, he’d made every effort to improve his skills. And his efforts had eventually paid off, as I could whole-heartedly attest to.

I’m not sure exactly when or how it started - it felt like a lifetime ago - but at some point I’d offered to cook dinner with him and it quickly became a daily routine for us.

It was as I was stirring the tomatoes into the sauce, that I finally mustered up enough courage to broach the topic of my less-than-platonic feelings for him.

I cleared my throat nervously. “Um, Papyrus? There’s, uh, something I wanted to… share with you. Or let you know. Or, ugh.” I rubbed my temple, annoyed at myself and my poor attempts to get the right words out. “I just wanted to tell you something.”

He looked up from the gently simmering pot of spaghetti and tilted his skull my way. His smile was bright and encouraging, and he seemed completely unphased by my fumbled words. “I’M ALL EARS.”

I glanced at the sides of his skull and the complete lack of any ears, and tried to bite back a grin. It was as successful as my attempt at a confession. However, it managed to lift my spirits and calm my nerves enough for my next words to come out more easily.

“Papyrus, I…” I took a deep breath, cleared all thoughts from my head and ploughed on. “I like you!”

Papyrus didn’t even hesitate as he gave me a beaming smile and told me, “I LIKE YOU TOO!”

I couldn’t help but return his smile, as I tried to clarify what I’d meant. “No, I mean romantically. I-, I’m in love with you Papyrus.”

Papyrus’s smile didn’t budge an inch, though his chest did puff out a bit. “WELL I WOULD SURE HOPE MY WIFE WOULD FEEL THAT WAY! ALSO! I AM GLAD TO HEAR THAT YOU DO! ALSO ALSO!! I AM IN LOVE WITH YOU TOO!! NYEH HEH!”

I stared at him. “...What?”

He stared back. “WHAT?”

—

Finding out that Papyrus not only loved me back but was, in fact, fully convinced that he and I were married (which, how? How did he get such an idea?) was not the only shocking news I found out that evening.

I also learned that all of his friends also believed that the two of us were married (how? How??).

And then Papyrus cheerfully informed me that his friends had planned a group holiday for all of us to go on. As couples. Married couples (how did it come to this!? What deity did I accidentally insult to curse me like this??).

The rest of the night passed by in a blur, as my mind reeled from the barrage of bombshells Papyrus had so enthusiastically dropped on me.

The only thought which managed to stick out amongst the jumbled mess of my mind, was that I needed to correct Papyrus. And his friends. Somehow.

—

My first chance came when Alphys caught me as I was heading out the next day.

After her usual polite, if stuttering greeting, she handed me an envelope.

“Here are yours and Papyrus’s tickets for the hotel we’ll be staying in. Don’t worry, I booked a nice room for you two to sh-share.”

I opened my mouth, not sure of what, exactly, I was going to say, but knowing that I needed to say something.

However Alphys kept talking, excitement hurrying her speech. “I’m really looking forward to getting to know you even better on the trip! I-I hope we can all be really good friends. A-Anyway, I need to go and hand out the rest of the tickets. See you on the day we head out!” She then turned around and proceeded to power walk away, waving to me over her shoulder, as her final words rushed out, “Please don’t be late because this place has a no refunds policy okay bye!”

As I remained rooted to the spot, staring dumbly after her rapidly retreating figure, I realised that my mouth was still open. I closed it with a resounding *clack*.

Well that could’ve gone better.

—

Things continued along the same vein, going decidedly not better.

All Papyrus could talk about was the upcoming group holiday and how excited he was for it.

All I could think about was how in the hell I was supposed to break it to him and everyone else that he and I were not actually married.

“What do I do?!” I’m not ashamed to admit that I was practically whining to Frisk at this point, but who could blame me?

Frisk just shrugged at me. “Dunno,” she mumbled around the straw in her mouth, and took another slurp of her milkshake.

I buried my head in my hands.

Frisk seemed to take pity on me and threw her free arm around my shoulders.

“Hey, c’mon, it’s not that bad.”

I looked up from my hands to shoot her an incredulous look. She winked at me, lips turning up suggestively as she leaned in closer to me.

“You get to share a bed with Papyrus,” she purred, as if the thought hadn’t been stuck in my head since Alphys’s visit. I could feel my cheeks burn at the insinuation in her words and tone. “You love him. And you know that he loves you too. Enough to be happy at the belief that you’re married.” My face felt like it was on fire. “So what’s the problem? Isn’t this something you were hoping for?”

She wiggled her eyebrows at me, ever the flirt-master. I shoved my hand in her face and pushed her away, unable to look her in the eye. Frisk went along with the motion, laughing airily at me.

I didn’t need to say anything. My expression spoke loud and clear to her. She’d clearly picked up her husband’s ability to read people - it was one of the things that made her such an effective ambassador for monsters. That and her unwavering determination (also perhaps her terrifying talent at flirting everyone into submission).

I grumbled, wishing my blush would die down. “M-Maybe... But not now! I’m still getting used to the idea that Paps likes me back!”

“He loves you back, you mean,” Frisk interjected. My blush returned with a vengeance.

“Y-yeah, that.” I exhaled in frustrated embarrassment. “I just don’t know if I’m ready to-... to share a b-bed with him yet.”

Frisk raised an eyebrow at me, crossing her arms.

“This is Papyrus we’re talking about. Has he ever given you any reason to believe he wouldn’t respect your wishes? That he wouldn’t do everything in his power to make sure you’re comfortable?” She didn’t give me any time to reply, but she didn’t need to. The answer was obvious. “You’re the one who told me about how you trust him completely, and that he’d never once let you down. So stop worrying about this. Just have fun on this trip and enjoy yourself. You can think about how to clear up this marriage misunderstanding later.”

Her words made sense. I would be fine. Papyrus would make sure of it, as he always did. I might be a little flustered - or a lot flustered - but we would be together, and in love, and that would be enough. It would be more than enough.

I slowly started to relax, beginning to get excited about the prospect of a holiday with the one I loved and our group of friends.

And then Frisk leaned in close again to whisper into my ear, “Don’t forget to pack some sexy lingerie. You have a ‘husband’ to sweep off his feet now.”

There was no way I would be fine.

—

When the time finally came to leave for the trip our friends had planned, Papyrus was a ball of excitement, practically bouncing off the walls, whereas I was a ball of nerves, bouncing off the walls for very different reasons.

“CAREFUL BELOVED!” Papyrus reached out towards me just in time to stop me from crashing into the doorframe.

I looked up at him, trying to shake away the turbulent thoughts infesting my head.

“Sorry Paps. And thanks. I’m just a little, uh, distracted. Excited for the trip and all, haha…!”

I gave him my best attempt at a reassuring smile.

Papyrus looked unconvinced.

He frowned down at me, concern etched into his features. He gently grasped my hands in his own gloved ones, and gazed deeply into my eyes.

“MY LOVE, I KNOW THAT I HAVE NOT ALWAYS BEEN THE MOST… PERCEPTIVE MONSTER.” He frowned, some distant memory playing in his mind’s eye, before he refocused his gaze on me. “HOWEVER! I COULD NEVER FAIL TO NOTICE THAT YOU - MY ONE AND ONLY LOVE, THE GREATEST JOY IN MY LIFE, MY DEAREST WIFE - ARE NOT AS EXCITED ABOUT THIS SUPER FUN LOVEY-DOVEY COUPLES’ VACATION AS I’D HOPED YOU WOULD BE.”

Guilt started to bubble in the pit of my stomach at the way his expression fell at that.

But before I could try to reassure him, or offer him what would ultimately be empty words of assurance, he cut me off.

“IF SOMETHING IS BOTHERING YOU, THEN PLEASE TELL ME.” He gave my hands a squeeze. The gesture shot straight to my heart like Cupid’s arrow. “I PROMISE THAT I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, AM A GREAT LISTENER!! I AM ALSO VERY PATIENT! AND VERY WISE! AND VERY UNDERSTANDING! AS WELL AS VERY COOL!”

A fierce affection for this amazing monster filled me to my core. I wanted to kiss him at this moment.

“I know, Paps. You are all that and more. So much more.”

Papyrus’s proud expression was so familiar and so dear to me. I really wanted to kiss him.

“NYEH HEH HEH! THANK YOU BELOVED! I AM HAPPY YOU RECOGNISE THAT!” Then his face softened a little, a gentleness entering his voice. “AND I HOPE YOU ALSO RECOGNISE HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU. AND HOW MUCH I WANT YOU TO BE HAPPY, EVEN IF IT MEANS WE DON’T GO ON SUPER FUN LOVEY-DOVEY COUPLES’ VACATIONS WITH OUR FRIENDS.”

He leaned forward and pressed his forehead to mine. I could see tiny glimmers of light deep within his dark eye sockets.

“BEING WITH YOU IS MORE FUN THAN ANYTHING. EVEN MORE THAN COOKING! EVEN MORE THAN CREATING TRAPS AND PUZZLES! BUT IT IS ONLY FUN IF YOU ARE ALSO HAVING FUN.”

That was it. I couldn’t take it anymore.

Before Papyrus could say another word, I tilted my head to finally give him the kiss I’d been longing for.

Papyrus made a small sound of surprise, before leaning into the kiss, reciprocating my affection with all the passion and zeal I’d come to expect from him, and then some. It took my breath away.

As the both of us lost ourselves in our first (but definitely not last!) kiss, I resolved myself to push away all of my concerns. They were pointless and would only get in the way of an enjoyable holiday with the monster I loved and the friends we both cherished.

I just needed to keep up a positive mental attitude, just like Papyrus always maintained.

—

That positive mental attitude managed to see me through the whole of the first day, which, just as Papyrus had promised, was full of fun. I had such a great time that I forgot all of my previous worries.

Which then promptly came crashing back down on me when Papyrus and I entered our shared bedroom that night, and I beheld our one bed.

Papyrus, ever the gentleman (gentlemonster?), offered to let me use the adjoining bathroom first to get ready, which I gladly accepted.

Afterwards, as I sunk into the large and luxuriously comfy sheets of the king-sized bed, I could feel my pulse speed up.

When I heard the bathroom door open, I glanced over to see Papyrus step out, dressed in simple pyjamas with little pasta patterns.

I could feel my face heat up and my ears start to ring as the tall skeleton monster made his way towards the bed I was lying in.

He came to a stop right in front of me.

I held my breath, a mixture of anticipation and nerves flooding my system.

This was it.

Anything could happen.

—

“So? What happened?” Frisk leaned forward, eager and impatient for me to spill the beans on my first night with Papyrus.

“He tucked me into bed and read me a bedtime story.”

“Wait what?”

“You heard me.” I slumped in my seat and fought back a yawn. “He then spent the rest of the night doing prep work for his cooking. I don’t know if he slept at all, ‘cause when I woke up the next morning, he’d moved on to making models of me out of papier mâché. Incredibly detailed and life-like models. He said he wanted to ‘capture his wonderful wife’s incredible cuteness’. If it were anyone else I’d be creeped out, but with Paps I think it’s kinda sweet.”

Frisk visibly deflated. She sat back and crossed her arms, head tilting in consideration.

“That does sound like him. Very… Papyrus. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised.” She heaved a big sigh. “Looks like Sansy and I need to tell Papy to up his game.”

That sure woke me up.

“No thank you! I think Papyrus has plenty of game as is!”

“Well then it’s up to you to make the first move,” she said as she poked me on the forehead. “After all, Papy is the one who proposed. Even though it was Alphys who said that it meant you two were married.”

I shot up in my seat, eyes wide. “Wait you knew all about this!?”

Frisk gave a casual nod of her head. “Sans told me.” I threw my hands in the air in frustration. “Why didn’t you say anything?! Tell them the truth?!”

Frisk merely shrugged her shoulders, uncaring in the face of my annoyance. “Not my place to interfere. They didn’t ask me, so I didn’t say anything.”

Which… fair, I guessed. It was technically my problem to fix. Besides, Frisk had always been very hands-off when it came to others’ affairs, only intervening before things got really serious.

I deflated, my brief ire draining out of me.

Frisk patted my head in what would’ve been sympathy, if not for the amused smirk making its way across her face.

“And besides,” her smirk widened, showing her teeth, “it was so funny seeing you all blushy and flustered!”

“Now I see why Sans married you! You’re both trolls!”

Frisk just laughed in my face.

—

Later that day, in an attempt to make it up to me, Frisk gathered the whole group together, so that I could make an announcement and finally clear up the misunderstanding. She’d even whispered to me that Sans had told Papyrus that humans weren’t legally married until they’d had a wedding, to ease that particular burden from my shoulders. And because Sans wanted to let his younger brother down gently. The rest, though, was up to me.

It was a daunting task, but I couldn’t let this situation go on any longer.

I nervously cleared my throat, trying desperately to steel my nerves in the face of so many expectant eyes. Frisk and Sans gave me thumbs up and smiled at me in encouragement. Papyrus stood by my side, and I took comfort from his steady presence.

“So uhhh… I’d like to clear up a little… misunderstanding.” I paused to take a fortifying breath. “See, Papyrus and I… we’re not… married.”

Silence.

Until-

“Wait what?!” Undyne slammed her hands down onto the table. “Don’t tell me you two got a divorce!”

What.

I could feel my jaw drop.

Alphys looked to be on the verge of tears as she wrung her hands. “B-But you two seemed so happy together!”

Papyrus stepped closer to me and threw an arm around my shoulders. “WE ARE HAPPY TOGETHER!!” He drew me close to his side and thumped a fist against his chest. “AND I PROMISE TO MAKE SURE THAT WE WILL ALWAYS BE HAPPY TOGETHER!! NYEH!!”

Toriel clapped a hand to her chest and heaved a huge sigh. “Oh that’s such a relief! I’m so glad that you two are happily married.”

Asgore beamed at us. “Yes! And may your marriage be long and full of joy!”

I could only stare dumbfounded at everyone. How did things like this keep happening to me?

I looked towards Frisk and Sans. The couple exchanged glances, before shrugging and giving me thumbs up.

I turned to Papyrus, who seemed almost as confused as I was by this unexpected turn of events. But as always, he had clearly taken it in his stride and was now puffing up under everyone’s unanimous support and offering everyone his thanks.

I looked down at my feet for a moment, before sighing in defeat.

If you can’t beat them, join them.

“...Thanks guys.”

I guess I just had to accept the fact that I was married now.

I glanced towards Papyrus’s big, bright smile, happiness shining in his face. He noticed my gaze and turned his skull towards me, his smile getting impossibly bigger and brighter. I couldn’t help my own smile forming in response.

Maybe this wasn’t such a bad thing after all. At least I was married to someone I truly loved and who loved me in return. And honestly, who could ask for more?

As I leaned into my “husband”’s side, I felt my worries fade away.

Yeah, being married to Papyrus was definitely my happy ending.

—

“And that, kids, is how I married your father,” I ended my story and smiled at my children’s cheers. Even Papyrus cheered along with them.

My eldest then looked at me, head tilted in curiosity. “So… did you and Dad ever get married for real?”

I chuckled. “Yep. Eventually.” I shared a fond look with Papyrus at the memory of our wedding.

My youngest frowned, brows furrowed cutely in thought. I wanted to reach over and smooth away the adorable crease. “But did Dad ever actually propose to you?”

I paused. Now that I thought about it… He never did. I blinked in surprise.

Papyrus seemed to have come to the same realisation.

He leapt to his feat, before dramatically kneeling in front of me. He clasped my hands in both of his and gazed into my eyes with the most serious look I’d ever seen on his face.

“DARLING WIFE! LOVE OF MY LIFE! YOU ARE MORE PRECIOUS TO ME THAN ALL THE STARS IN THE SKY. MY SOUL SHINES ONLY FOR YOU. WILL YOU MARRY ME?”

I could feel warmth spread across my cheeks and blossom in my chest.

“Papyrus, we’re already married,” I reminded him, not bothering to fight back my smile at his loving words.

My husband just grinned at me.

“IS THAT A YES?”

I giggled.

“Yes. Always yes.”

[thebelugawhalefriend]

Asgore x Reader Headcanons (Platonic)

CW: King Fluffybuns posting!

Note: Please remember to keep replies and reblogs kind! I find Asgore to be one of my favorite characters (behind Toriel) and I think he could use a few more fics about him ^^

Asgore is one of the best and kindest friends to have!

He'll keep in mind if you want to be touched or not. If you do, he'll cuddle and hug as long and as often as you want! That fuzzy tummy of his makes it all the more soft to hold him

Asgore to me doesn't come across as the "Where's my hug" kind of guy. He's very much tame in his affection

Unlike the skeleton brothers, Asgore is a VERY protective friend and won't hesitate to keep you behind him if someone is bothering you

You might think he'd try to flirt, but he really doesn't want to. He sees you as someone to protect and keep close rather than someone to date

Not to say he doesn't find you beautiful/handsome. Actually, he thinks you're great inside and out!

He will help you with the little things. Your hair, your tie/hair tie, your shirt- anything that you ask of him

He's the best man to lean on when you're going through a breakup. Asgore knows better than anyone else in the main cast how it feels, and empathizes with your pain

Garden with him! He loves a helping hand and someone to tell stories to

Now, Asgore regrets having to do what he did when he was king. He wanted to please his citizens, but that's no excuse to have slaughtered six children to keep their souls. He does appreciate it, however, that you don't hold it against him

You're SHOCKED to learn what happened, but given the war? Yeah, you would be a devastated ruler too if it happened. Ultimately, he's a better man and you find it in your heart to stay by his side

The kind of guy that isn't afraid to cry, but won't want to open up unless you actually want him to cry to you

Overall, he might be a little overbearing, but he's a genuine man who genuinely wants the best out of this friendship