#fluff and a skele-smooch

[tyranttortoise]

SF!Paps x Reader Fluff

Raffle Winner One-shot For @artsietango SFW SF!Paps x Reader smooch/ confession

Papyrus came in every day, like clockwork, and ordered a shot of whiskey and a bottle of barbecue sauce.  

You’d been working at Muffet’s for several months now, and despite the fact that it was monster-run (and that the job had taken you a considerable amount of courage to accept with your arachnophobia), your presence as a human had helped draw a more diverse crowd.  Muffet mixed the drinks with a deft, practiced speed that only someone with three sets of arms could possess, while you carried a platter of drinks from table to table, and numerous little spiders took pastries and burgers to customers from a network of webs in the top of the tavern.  

And every day since you started, Papyrus would walk in and sit at the same seat in the same booth and order the same thing.  

You slide the barbecue sauce to him as you pass his table and wink.  Papyrus usually chuckles and calls you saucy, but this time, he doesn’t even acknowledge you.  He’s got his hood pulled up, and he’s looking down at the table, his usual laid-back grin pulled into a grim line.  The expression startles you enough that you falter in your steps and cause the tray to unbalance, a few drinks sliding along the edge of your platter.  Hurriedly, you correct yourself before they spill and keep going, but you’re distracted as you distribute your orders.

What was wrong with him?

By the time you make it back around to his table, he’s already got two empty shot glasses in front of him, and three spiders are bringing a third glass down the web.  "Hey, Rus.  You didn’t even say hi to me,“ you state lightly, trying to rib him into a response.

His phalanges close around the shot glass, and he shrugs lightly.  His posture’s slouched, with his elbows on the table.  "hey.  sorry,” he mutters, holding up the whiskey to stare unseeingly at it.  

“You’re really pounding them back,” you observe, trying to tread lightly.  Usually, your friend is full of jokes and flirtatious remarks.  You’ve never seen him in a mood this sullen.

He hums, though the sound is nearly lost in the music playing from the jukebox.  "jus’ needed somethin’ to whiskey me away for a bit,“ he murmurs, before taking the shot.  He chases it with a swig of barbecue sauce, straight from the bottle.  You’ve never understood the appeal, and it doesn’t seem to be a monster thing.  But it’s definitely a Rus thing.

"Wanna talk about it?”

He finally turns his head to look at you, his orange eyelights shifting along your body, up to your face.  When his gaze locks with yours, you see resignation flash through his expression, before it hardens.  "actually, yeah, i–“

"Hey!  You!  Can I get my drinks here or what?”

You turn to face a group of humans sitting at the booth across from Papyrus’s.  They look like a rowdy crew to you, but you know you have to keep your smile on your face when you address them if you want to keep them placated.  "I’ll be with you in just a moment,“ you insist in your Professional Voice, which only makes another one of the men sigh.

"We’ve been waiting forever, but those creepy spiders aren’t coming!”

Ugh.  You turn toward Papyrus, but he’s already shaking his head and taking another gulp of his barbecue sauce.  "work’s callin’ you,“ he states the obvious.

He’s right.  If it wasn’t a Friday night, you’d have a better chance of being able to sit and talk to him.  "I’ll be right back,” you promise with a sigh, before turning and going to collect the human group’s order from the bar.  

When you reach the humans, you place your platter on the edge of their table to balance it.  "Okay, so who ordered what?“

One of the men grins.  "Why don'tcha guess?”

You really don’t have time for this.  "I really don’t know.  Did you have the bourbon and coke?“

The group laughs; apparently, you got it wrong.  

One of the man’s buddies leans in.  "What kind of drink do you like, babe?”  His eyes flick up and down your body.  "Sex on the beach?“

Ugh.  Keep your smile on your face; you’re representing the entire establishment when you serve someone.  Muffet taught you that–and if the customers decided to leave, your pay would end up docked.  The spider monster happened to be fiercely competitive, likely because of the bakery that had opened up across the street.  Apparently, Muffet and Grillby had some sort of bad history Underground. 

You laugh without any feeling behind it and shake your head.  "So you must be the one that ordered the Screwdriver,” you state tightly, moving the drink in front of him.  The others laugh, and you take a moment to cut your gaze toward Papyrus’s booth.  He’s staring at you directly, another empty shot glass in front of him, his expression blank and unreadable.  It’s difficult to even see his eyelights within his sockets at this point.  

This is taking too long.

“And you must have the Magic Night,” you guess randomly, sliding one of the cocktails with magic liquor in front of another human.  It crackles and fizzles, swirling with purples and reds.  

“So what’re you doing after work?  I can show you a real magic night,” the human states with a smirk and a brow wag, while his buddies laugh and shout exaggerated ’Oooohhh!’s

Your smile tightens.  "I doubt that,“ you shoot back before you can stop yourself, which wipes the smirk right off his face and causes the others to shove him with more exaggerated shouts.  They’re obviously already drunk.  

"Ouch.  Well, I could at least buy you one,” the man offers, holding up his magic cocktail for emphasis.  

“I’m sorry, but I–”  you glance back toward Papyrus… only to spot him walking out of the bar.  Your heart sinks, and you start unloading the rest of the drinks randomly onto the table.  "I have to go.“

You rush toward the front doors, calling out to the bouncer (a hamster monster in a leather, studded jacket), "I’m taking my break!”

You burst through the doors and spot Papyrus leaning against the building, a lit dog treat between his teeth.  Purple smoke curls around his face, and your steps begin to slow as you approach.  "Rus, I thought you wanted to talk.“  Your voice is slightly shaky.

"ya seemed busy tonight,” he replies with a shrug, holding the dog treat between his index and middle phalanges.  “’sides, it’s nothin’ really.”

Your chest clenches; you hate seeing him like this, so unlike the grinning pun-master you’ve come to befriend… and have a huge crush on.  Tentatively, you reach out and place your hand on his arm, gripping the thick fabric of his jacket.  His eyelights shift down to your fingers, staring at them, and you begin to feel self-conscious.  Usually, he’s all about physical contact and casual touches.  

“It doesn’t look like nothing to me, Rus.”

He flicks ashes on the sidewalk.  Standing outside, this close, you could smell just how heavily the alcohol is clinging to him.  It’s obvious now that he had been drinking before he even came to Muffet’s.  “jus’ somethin’ m’lord said to me today that’s been on my mind.”

You relax slightly.  You’re getting somewhere now.  “What did Sans say?”

Papyrus shrugs the opposite shoulder.  “it’s busy in there.  you should be gettin’ back.”

“No,” you blurt, hard enough that his gaze immediately flies to your face.  You know that your expression has hardened, your grip on his jacket tightening with your resolve.  “They can wait.  I don’t care.”

There’s an instant where his gaze searches yours for something, but you’re not sure what he’s hoping to find.  Then, he rather abruptly snags your waist with his arm and twists around the corner of the building, reversing your positions so that your back’s against the brick and he’s got one arm above your head, supporting his weight as he looms over you.  The alley is dark enough that you can see his orange eyelights clearly glowing in their dark sockets, and you can smell a mixture of alcohol and smoky barbecue permeating from his breath.  

Instantly, your breath catches in your throat.  His arm is still around your waist, trapped between your back and the wall, and now both of your hands are fisted in the front of his jacket.  

“but you care about me?”  

The query catches you by surprise enough that you forgot the last sentence that you had said, instead wondering if he’d somehow picked up on your crush.  Your face flushes hot, but you hold his gaze, taking in the sight of his sardonic smirk.  It wasn’t his usual flirtatious one–no, this one looked off, almost cruel.  Was he mocking your feelings?

Or mocking the possibility?

“Of course I do, Rus,” you evenly reply, lifting your chin ever-so-slightly.  A challenge.  “If something’s bothering you, then it’s bothering me, too.”

That seems to catch him off-guard; the smirk fades around the edges, the sides of his teeth twitching.  “heh, you sure ya wanna know?”

“Papyrus.”  Your hand moves up to cup his cheekbone as you say his full name, and his eyelights seem to glow even brighter.  His face tilts into your palm.  “Just talk to me.  Please.”

“ok.”  He sucks in a breath.  His fingers have wiggled beneath the hem of your shirt to trace idle patterns across your skin.  It’s not the first time he’s done this during your flirtatious moments, but it feels so much more intimate in this moment.  “humans and monsters really don’t mix in the long run, ya’know?”  You blink, sucking in a breath to refute him, but Papyrus shakes your hand off his cheek and continues.  “’specially skeleton monsters.  we’re a buncha bones, like a zombie or some kinda halloween decoration.  so why would a human want to be with a spooky skeleton when they could have their pick of any normal human out there?”  He shrugs, his fingers pressing into your skin, feeling the spinous processes of your spine.  “it jus’ sucks.”

His gaze focuses on yours, and he leans in closer, his face only a few inches from yours.  

“‘specially since there’s a human i’m really attached to.  i could probably get ‘em to jump my bones if i tried hard enough, sure, but… they’re not that kinda person.  they deserve better than that.”

His smirk has completely faded, and you feel your heart bottom-out into your stomach.  You’re looking at him with wide eyes, slowly processing the implications.  Your hand’s even still hovering near his face.  He starts to shake his head slightly and pull back, but you grip onto the front of his jacket again and stop him from moving away.  

“Wait.”

He freezes, his hand at your back stilling.  You’ve never been the one to make the first move, but dammit, you can’t let this opportunity go to waste.  You tug sharply on the front of his jacket and lean away from the wall at the same time, pressing your lips to his teeth.  He’s completely caught off-guard and stumbles back a step (okay, maybe you put a little too much momentum into the kiss when you pushed away from the wall–whoops), but his arm immediately tightens around your waist, pulling you close against his chest.  You try to put all of your reassurances, all of your feelings for him, into that kiss.  

And then you pull away, your face burning and your lips numb from the tingle of his teeth.  He smirks suddenly, and it’s finally a smirk you recognize on his features–teasing and confident.  “hey, ya’know what they say ‘bout assumin’, dont’cha?”

Oh shit.

Your heart drops.  You begin to backpedal.  “Shit, shit, sorry, I–”

Papyrus starts to chuckle, backing you against the wall again.  His forehead touches yours.  “darlin’, you’re adorable when you’re flustered, ya know that?  ‘course i was talkin’ about you.”

You groan.  Your heart’s hammering in your chest.  “Ha, ha.  Why don’t you stop talking and put your money where your mouth is.”

“ah, so you’re jus’ tryin’ to get tips from your best customer.  i see what that kiss was about now.”

Your arm winds around his neck, and you kiss him straight on the smirk.  He holds onto you tighter, forcing your back to arch away from the wall, pulling your body flush with his.  The sweater he always wears is too thick for you to feel his bones, but your fingers play with the ridges of his neck, and you feel his teeth part your lips.  Something slips into your mouth, warm and crackling with electric magic, and you realize it’s his tongue.  It’s not the first time you’ve seen it, but you never knew it would feel that amazing.  Your body feels hot and tingly, and your heart is pounding so forcefully against your sternum that you’re certain he can feel it, too.  

You’re drunk off his kiss–or maybe just the lingering taste of whiskey in his mouth.  You suddenly remember just how drunk he is and pull back.  His mouth immediately moves to your neck, his orange tongue sliding down your skin, sending delightful tingles straight to your chest.  Your fingernails involuntarily scrape his vertebrae, and he groans.  

“Rus.  Rus, wait.  Were you drinking because Sans said something about me not wanting a monster?”

He pauses, his tongue receding so that only his teeth rested against the juncture of your shoulder and neck.  “eh–somethin’ like that.”  He shrugged, but didn’t move away from you.  “not like it isn’t the truth, i jus’…”  He trails off, obviously trying to censor himself despite his filter being partially down from the booze.  

“It’s not true.  What, you think I just want a quickie in the alley?”

“heh, ya mean this isn’t you just throwin’ me a bone?”  He lifts his head enough to smirk again.  

“Nope.  I like you, Rus.  I’d like to give the whole dating thing a try, if that’s something you’d want.”  

Good lord, you’ve never been this direct before–but after his admissions, you feel like it’s necessary to spell it out.  

“ok.  i’ll be your bonefriend,” he agrees, his smirk turning shit-eating.  You shake your head, laughing.  It always comes so easy when you’re around him.  

“Great.  Now that this is settled, wanna come back inside?  My break’s been over for a while now.”

“sure, i could go for another drink or two.”  He finally steps away, letting you step out of the alley on wobbly legs.  Just like that, everything between you both had changed.  It felt different, putting a label on the mutual feelings you shared, as if everyone could see the charge between both of you now.  

Your face is still blood-red when you re-enter Muffet’s, and you feel the eyes of the booth-ful of humans land on you again.  Papyrus instantly slips his arm around your shoulders, narrowing his gaze on them.  You remember the way he had looked through you while they flirted with you, the way he had obviously been thinking about what his brother said earlier, that you would end up with another human.  

And you turn and rock up on the balls of your feet to press a kiss to his cheekbone.  It actually lights up a soft orange, his eyesockets widening at the brazen display of affection.  

“I’m all yours,” you reassure him, before you step out of his possessive hold so that you can continue your shift.  

He chuckles, his usual lazy smirk more tender than usual.  

“darlin’, that’s my line.” 

(* Mobile Imagine Masterlist  )

[silcatian]

Give Me Some Lovin’

(A little drabble for @oodlesofskeletondoodles I hope you enjoy.)

The skeleton had wondered what his little mate was going to do when she asked him to bend down so that she could tell him something. Only for him to be surprised when she gave him a kiss and her hat fell on top of his skull, almost covering up the hole on the right. Letting out a couple of chuckles, he carefully scooped up his mate and laughed into her shoulder. His cheekbones turning a light pink. “Aw love, if ya wanted a kiss. Ya just had to say so.” He purred and kissed her shoulder. He ever so slowly was making his way from her shoulder, to her neck, until he finally got to her lips. The monster had to be careful, his snaggletooth was fairly sharp and the last thing he wanted was to hurt his little dove. He put her hat back on the top of her head to keep the sun out of her eyes as he propped her up on his shoulders. “Heh, now ya can see wherever ya want. If ya need some more lovin’ lemme know. I’ll always give ya as much as ya want, okay?”

[skelebae21]

Chapters: 48/? Fandom: Undertale (Video Game) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sans (Undertale)/Reader Characters: Sans (Undertale), Papyrus (Undertale), Mettaton (Undertale), Grillby (Undertale), Undyne (Undertale), Alphys (Undertale), Toriel (Undertale), Asgore Dreemurr, Flowey (Undertale), Frisk (Undertale) Additional Tags: Reader-Insert, reader is female, Fluff, based on tumblr aus and my real life woes, Attempt at Humor, Second-Hand Embarrassment, Eventual Romance, artstudent!reader, shipper!papyrus, Reader Is Not Frisk, monster racism, Bad Decisions, skele-smooches, Post Pacifist Route, Eventual Smut, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Coffee Shops, Skeleton Boyfriends, Slow Burn, Bad Puns, Awkwardness, Dream Sex, Gravity shenanigans, touch starved skeleton, Pining, Friendship/Love, still somehow faking the relationship even when in one Summary:

"so how do you know papyrus?"

Too embarrassed to admit that you were a party crasher there for free food, you blurted the first thing that came to mind, "Oh, I'm, um, I'm dating his brother! But enough about me, how do you know Papyrus?"

The skeleton snickered, "oh, you didn't know? i'm the brother."

[creative-poptart]

Oooo! Do you remember your crush kisses skele ask? Could you do the same thing with the UF and SF boys?

Yes, I hecking can!!! I need some fluff in my life right now, and this is precisely what the doctor ordered!

UF Sans/Red: It’s actually kind of hard to get near this skeleton once he figures out he has a crush on you because he starts playing the avoidance game. Not because he hates you, though you might initially be inclined to think that, but because Red doesn’t process emotions well. This is terrifying to him, just a little bit. However, once he starts to relax a bit more, he seems to be back to normal, at least for the time being. You took him out to Grillby’s, and he was more than happy to try and make it up to you for lost time. As Red turns to make a joke to another patron, seemingly back to his usual self, you ask him for the salt and kiss him as he turns to give it to you. He’ll go bright red for a moment, then start kissing you back, which makes the whole bar begin to cheer.

“well, sweetheart, i didn’t know y’ felt that way ‘bout me. whadda ya say next time the two ‘f us go onna proper date next time?”

UF Papyrus/Fell: He really loves you, and once he actually figures out that he does, Fell is all over your schedule. You have constant get-togethers with him, and unbeknownst to you, he’s trying to work up the nerve to confess. Each outing is meant to get him closer to you so that he can tell you how he feels, but he flakes out each time, and he hates it. Fell prides himself on being emotionally sound, but you make him feel so soft inside. The next outing that you two have is getting some coffee together, where he’s trying to tell you about his day while planning to confess. When you go up to get the drink refills, you lean down and plant a smooch right on his teeth. For all of two seconds, he’s speechless, and then he starts to steam at you, almost yelling.

“NO!! THAT IS NOT HOW THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO GO, I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE THE ONE SWEEPING YOU��OFF YOUR FEET!!”

SF Sans/Black: While he may not precisely process everything in the healthiest of ways possible, he isn’t one to fiddle around too long with a crush. Once it’s decently established that Black’s crush isn’t going away anytime soon, he’s in pursuit of you. He won’t officially ask you on a date yet, but there’s the growing implications that he would like to. Black will allow some touching, try to stay close to you, clear his schedule for a few hours, all the signs that he wants to know you more. The day you kiss him is actually a slower day, where you both just wanted to watch a movie together. As the film is playing, he turns to make a comment to you, and you kiss him. It was intended for his cheekbone, but now it’s smack dab on his teeth.

“OH, WELL YOU WANTED TO KISS ME ANYWAY, AND I WANT TO KISS YOU. SO, SHALL WE TRY THAT AGAIN?”

SF Papyrus/Rus: With a romantic crush, he honestly treats them like they’re already his S/O before he even actually dates them. This includes lots of cuddling and taking them on mini-dates well before any agreement to date each other, so this may pose a bit problematic. Rus loves you already and would love nothing more than to just keep you close, so any time you hang out, its already cuddle time. When you first end up kissing him, it’s unsurprisingly at his house, on the couch. There have been a few TV shows on, and you two are watching with mild interest when he tries to get a snack from the table. You’re sitting in his lap, though, so it makes it harder to reach, and when you get it for him, you turn around and kiss him for good measure, which surprises him a lot.

“oh geez, i wasn’t expecting you t’ do that t’ me. well, since you wanted to make th’ first move, do ya wanna make this official?”

Thanks for the ask @fantasticaldreamer!!

[ihaveanimagine]

Alrighty, I got one for ya, lets get the US! and UF! bois in on this action. A sleep deprived S/O comes in an initiates sleepy cuddles. I'm talking head in skele lap, nuzzling and murmuring "I love you", soft sleepy kisses, the works man.

(THIS IS SO FREAKING PRECIOUS!!!!! I LOVE THIS!!! Also I’m so so sorry for the long wait! I hope this makes up for it ^.^)

Underswap!Sans (Blueberry)

You came into the living room, dead on your feet from work, to see your loving husband Blue on the couch, munching on some snacks while waiting up for you. “Hello, dearest soulmate!!” He greeted you brightly before getting off the couch to sweep your tired form into his arms.

You groaned softly and plopped your face in his chest, gently nuzzling him. Blue giggled and kissed your head before taking your coat and bag and placing them in their usual spot before heading back to the couch.

“How was your day, soulmate?” He asked excitedly, wanting to hear about your day. You just shrugged and plopped on the couch next to him before pressing sleepy kisses on his jaw and cheekbone before resting your head in his lap and curling up like a cat.

Blue felt his face heat up before squealing softly and curling around you. “Soooo cuuute!!” He squealed before planting kisses all over your face. You merely softly patted his cheek and mumbled “Love you,” before falling asleep in his arms.

Underswap!Papyrus (Honey)

Honey is always ready for sleepy snuggles.

Partly because he’s always sleeping himself.

But when you come to him in a slow zombie walk, barely enough energy to tilt your head up to kiss his jaw bone in a greeting before planting your head on his chest to use him as a vertical mattress, his soul physically melts.

He loves the split second snuggle you give him where you nuzzle your head or nose into his chest and the cute little sigh of contentment before you fall asleep on him. He loves how sometimes you don’t even have enough energy to put your arms around him before you fall asleep.

And don’t get him started about the soft “I love you”s you say either in your sleep or just before.

Although if he had to pick his favorite thing about sleepy cuddles with you, it would be the sleepy kisses. Tiny little smooches on the forehead, cheek, nose, or chest gets him all blush and makes him curl his arms tighter around you as he fights the urge to squeal about how adorable that was.

Underfell!Sans (Red)

Red may never admit it aloud, but one of the best things of his domestic life with you is the way he can casually hold you in his arms for no other reason than he wants to.

It always makes his day when the first thing you do when you get home is to hug him. And it especially makes his day when you come into the house, and just plop your head in his lap for cuddles.

He thinks it’s the greatest thing ever to just slip his hand through your hair, feel you curl up in a ball next to him to get comfy, and how completely you relax around him.

He thinks it’s the best thing in the world to feel your sleepy kisses on his jaw bone before he places his own lazy kisses on you. He loves how he can feel the tension from the day melt away from you when you let him play with your hair or gently massage your back while you rest your head in his lap.

He loves the way you let him reposition you so your head lays on his chest so he can give you the best cuddling he can give.

Red adores the quiet, intimate moments he has with you and he wouldn’t trade it with anything.

Underfell!Papyrus (Edge)

Edge takes it upon himself to be the Sleepy Cuddling Master. He doesn’t usually sleep unless he’s had an exhausting day or feels 100% safe, but you, his beloved mate, have a sort-of, regular-ish sleeping schedule which meant Edge quickly picked up the best ways to get you relaxed enough to sleep.

He usually has a routine for you which consists of him sending you off to do any nighttime rituals while he fluffs the bed, pillows, blankets, and stuffed animals. If Doomfanger is in reach, he spends some time giving his prized cat a quick bedtime massage before getting back to work.

Then he’ll sit you down in the bed and attend to your every need to help you get asleep. Want some water? He’s got you a bottle. Want less or more pillows? No problem. The room too cold or hot? He’s already on his way to fix the thermostat. Just want cuddles? He’s got both his arms and legs curled around you for maximum cuddles.

But every so often, there are times where you’re too exhausted to wait for the usual routine and need cuddles asap. On these days, you just shuffle over to where your boney husband is and plop right into his lap.

Usually you’re able to whisper out an “I love you” before falling into comfortable silence and Edge has to take a moment to stop himself from losing his mind over how cute that was.

As much as he likes pampering you to sleep, he also loves the days when you walk up to him and just curl your arms and legs around him, not wanting to wait for the usual treatment.

He just loves the way you take one look at him before zombie-walking over to press a gentle kiss to his temple before mumbling “love you”.

And he loves nothing more than to be able to run his hands through your hair to help put you to sleep or to just feel you in his arms.

[popatochisssp]

Hi I’m the brony anon from earlier.. and while I DO enjoy skele-smooches (who doesn’t) I don’t think I’ll be able to read your fic, if it’s on archive of our own. That site is restricted on all my devices, so I’ll just stick to your blog for now, with all the cute US!sans fics that always seem to make me blush. Your work makes my heart MELT and I feel so happy when I read your skele-fluff! ily!

Aw bummer! D:

Although…….I am probably…..notorious by now for cross-posting stuff. All my drabbles are already here on tumblr in my ‘drabbles’ tag and on AO3, so……..maybe I could migrate my chaptered works onto here as well?

Food for thought, I suppose…?

[rexcellente]

“You snore in your sleep. But… it’s adorable, okay?" (screw the starter, fluff drabble me fam)

                                rex blinks at citrus  ,  staring at him for a good long moment before laughing and lightly punching his arm  ,  “  hah  ,  sure  .  yer just sayin that  ,  dude  .  “

                                “  no  ,  seriously  ,  ya do snore  .  “

                                “  what  ??  “

                                “  its really soft though  .  shits kinda cute  .  “

                                “  oh  ...  “

                                no one likes to hear that they snore  .  thats a rather embarrassing fact  ,  especially to rex who already struggles with his own self-love  .  in fact  ,  he seems to shrink down a little  ,  fingers fiddling with his fingers  .  citrus puts an arm around  ,  pulling him from his self-conscious thoughts  ,  “  hey  ,  bud  ,  dont take it heart like that  .  i said it was cute  .  kinda soothing in some weird way  .  “  and just for extra reassurance he gives the taller  skeleton a skele-smooch to the cheekbone earning some glowing orange cheeks from rex  .  score  .  the saber-toothed skeleton pushes citrus away from him  ,  huffing with a pout  ,  “ ya cant just insult me  ,  compliment me and then kiss me all in one breath  !!  “ he makes a distressed NYEH  and citrus cant help but laugh to himself  .  

                               what a dork .

[askbittyerror]

*they finish pulling the little skele into their lap as best he would fit and cuddle him close* I love you too my cute little dragon. I am happy to be here and see you grow. *they smooch his skull again and smile unsure of what they did to earn the love of such a sweet skeleton, and the fluff fest that follows.*

Mel giggles at the nickname and gives you a tiny roar."Rawr, imma dragon!"

[tyranttortoise]

Don’t worry, hun.  SSLL is a light-hearted, fluff-fueled romantic comedy.  The end is nowhere in sight, but it’ll be a happy one--with multiple endings.

These are the only ones that are going to be in the main storyline.  If any others appear, it’s going to be in bonus chapters that will likely still be canon, but that way, they won’t retract from the main storyline.  There’s just too many as it is, although the new additions during Gyftmas will only make cameo appearances.  It’s safe to say she hasn’t met all of them yet, though.

Nah.  I see where you’re coming from, but I feel like the only skeles that really claim her are Black and sometimes Edge?  I honestly can’t remember because I feel like most of them only do it when they’re feeling jealous.  And then, they usually correct themselves, so I think she just skims over it because she knows how they are.  

@isnt-that-something Thank you so much!! <33  I’m glad you’re enjoying SSLL!  I’m so happy that you’re feeling inspired to write something--and you should totally show me when you finish it. ;D  

@freaky-zombie-chick I’m glad you liked it!  It was long-overdue to get some one-on-one time with Sans.  I definitely feel like out of all the skeles, he’s the one that was pushed to the wayside, and I wanted a chance to remedy that.  Poor skele is always stressed.

@pondgay You have no idea how happy this makes me. <3  I’m so glad my imagines can help!  

Aww, I really appreciate this!!  Thank you for dropping by to tell me because it makes me happy, but also, it’s really nice to get feedback on more than just SSLL, too!  <3  That way, I know I’m doing something right with the imagines/HC’s.  x]  Thank you for reading everything, sweetie! 

@bluechocowitz xD  This comment made my night.  I’m thirsty for all of them, so you’ve gotta join me in the dumpster fire! ;D

@pentollsinwhynot Aww, thank you so much!  I definitely wanted to try to be as canon as possible with Lust and Charm (I adore the shit outta Underlust), and I’m glad that the Sans-centric chapter helped shed some insight into Sans’s behavior!  All of it was driven from a need to protect everyone, and though there’s aspects of it he handled poorly, Q and Axe weren’t innocent, either.  In the end, it was a bit much for him to handle, but the Lady has certainly taken some of the load off. 

Next two asks are spoilers for the new chapter, so I’ll stick ‘em under a cut.

@ruby-the-wolf I’m so glad you (and the anon up there) enjoyed it!  =D  Sans needed that smooch!  He’s back in the running for her heart!

[tumblunni]

Miscellaneous thoughts about the kinda au kinda oc story idea with the ghost castle

* lexaeus-inspired ghost guy could maybe have plant powers instead of earth? Just cos i feel like gardening is a classic adorable hobby for a 'gentle giant' archetype character, yknow? He's a big spoopy skeleton armour and he maintains the castle gardens and makes lil bouquets for his ghostly BF. :3

* maybe also he actually still has an army? Like these two are the only members of the cursed castle that retained their sentience in monster form, but all the non-talking ghosties are still very good and kind. They vary from animalistic to kinda being able to understand basic commands. So a lot of the royal guard still follow their boss even if they cant remember why (or even what their own names are..) Mostly he just tries to look after them, there isnt really anything to fight anymore and they keep getting in trouble from dizzily replaying old days in their head and getting lost. He's been trying to fix up the floor of the old barracks cos so many of them keep falling in! So its kinda more like he's a camp counseller on one big sleepover? Trying to get these ominous legions of the undead to realize that their war is over and just get some peaceful rest. But his own personality is a stoic workaholic so its a lil hypocritical!

* I think i like the angel aesthetic for vexen-inspired ghost dude. He'd be just like a ghost but fluffy? Spoopy ethereal featherboye! He finds it annoying cos he has to do a lot of brushing to keep his frosty feathers all fabulous lookin. And they fluff up even more into a winter coat and then shed everywhere in the spring! But skele-BF is just like AAAA SO PRETTY SO SOFT HOW ARE YOU EVEN MORE BEAUTIFUL IN THE AFTERLIFE so i mean..cant not take pride in ur appearance after that. *harrumphs away and never admits he was blushing*

* also randomly i think skele soldier guy has demon horns? Like it looks like he has a viking helmet but actually its just a regular one and he legit has actual horns. Gotta cut holes in all his hats! Basically a skeleton monster is less boring if it has some added features from other animal skeletons and stuff. Oh maybe his whole head is like a deer skull! Big nose to give nosey kisses!

* randomly had an idea for a lil episode where they're discussing managing the food stores for the castle, cos the supplies that were left from before everyone died have kinda started going rotten. And skele guy is like AAAA NOOO I CANT LIVE WITHOUT YOUR COOKING!! And just generally damn i will find plot reasons to mention how much they love everything about each other at every opportunity!!

* i think maybe they werent already dating at the start? Like there was a lot of mutual crush going on when they were alive but neither of them was brave enough to confess and now theyre all caught up in dealing with Deep Depression Of Monster Death and such. So for the beginning its gonna be the good ol classic Everyone Can See It Except Them, yknow? Like seriously imagine poor buff skeleton man practically exploding from how much he wants to say NO U R STILL BEAUTIFUL whenever ghostly science is being hard on himself. They super awkward and their lil adopted son is gonna help them realize their feelings, yes! 'we are just two guys being bros and adopting this child and also literally coming back from the dead because of our love for each other AS BROS' Cmon ghost dads, just have a smooch already!! And im sure itd be super emotional when it finally happens, itd be like 'i finally admitted it, i did what i could never do when i was alive. Maybe i really am alive.. My life keeps on changing...'

IM EMOTIONS FOR THIS

[shadowandblack]

Chapters: 43/? Fandom: Undertale (Video Game) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sans (Undertale)/Reader Characters: Sans (Undertale), Papyrus (Undertale), Mettaton (Undertale), Grillby (Undertale), Undyne (Undertale), Alphys (Undertale), Toriel (Undertale), Asgore Dreemurr, Flowey (Undertale), Frisk (Undertale) Additional Tags: Reader-Insert, reader is female, Fluff, based on tumblr aus and my real life woes, Attempt at Humor, Second-Hand Embarrassment, Eventual Romance, artstudent!reader, shipper!papyrus, Reader Is Not Frisk, monster racism, Bad Decisions, skele-smooches, Post Pacifist Route, Eventual Smut, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Coffee Shops, Skeleton Boyfriends, Slow Burn, Bad Puns, Awkwardness, Dream Sex, Gravity shenanigans, touch starved skeleton, Pining Summary:

“so how do you know papyrus?”

Too embarrassed to admit that you were a party crasher there for free food, you blurted the first thing that came to mind, “Oh, I’m, um, I’m dating his brother! But enough about me, how do you know Papyrus?”

The skeleton snickered, “oh, you didn’t know? i’m the brother.”

[tyranttortoise]

What are the odds of the Lady meeting some other monsters? Either major character monsters like Toriel or Undyne, or just monsters in general?

She definitely is!  I haven’t really had a chance to introduce any others because--let’s face it, balancing eight skelebros is difficult enough.  

But she's going to be going to a monster bar in the nearish future, so she’ll meet Grillby and the other regulars there.

Absolutely!  I’ve had a couple of skele-POV bonuses on here, so the flow isn’t off-set from the Reader.  But, hey, if you guys ever want to see a scene from the POV of the guys, lemme know which one and I may write it up. 

We’ll have to wait for the dinner date to find out~ 

So, I looked up this song, and I love it! xD  Oh man, Axe would have the biggest blue blush.  He’s definitely think she was trying to serenade him.

;)  

You’re beyond sweet, and I have the stupidest grin on my face right now. I’m so glad you think so, though.  It’s always such a relief to hear.  I hope I continue to nail them, even when the harem roster ramps up to 10!

I’m sorry you feel that way!  The T-shirt/shorts combo will be an option, but I do realize I can’t make everyone happy with a poll.  I mean, even when I did a poll for the CYOA, I got quite a few unhappy messages.  Just remember it’s all for fun with tropey (vaguely-creepy) shenanigans! 

 Love it. x]

Most def.  Blue had to enter the scene, otherwise... Red would’ve smooched the Reader right then and there.  A kiss on the cheek is a definite green light, and the next time he’s alone with her, he’s going to most likely be even more flirty than usual.

Thank you~!  I’m the same way. xD  I was trying to talk about which one was my favorite the other day, and I was like “I love Red.  But wait, I also want Stretch.  But Axe also.  And don’t forget Edge.  And then there’s Paps!  Wait! I’m leaving out Sans!”  The best part of this kind of fic is you get moments of fluff with everyone.