#love the idea of uf papyrus going to all sorts of lengths to make things for ppl he loves

[capricioussun]

underfell Papyrus knitting scarves for everyone he cares abt. they're all emo and stuff with skulls and bats and knives because he has to make sure all his friends know he’s still cool

undyne loves hers and alphys is mortified bc she knows Undyne will make her wear it in public (the things we do for love 😔) mettaton also loves his, Sans is so. Tired. But he loves his brothwr and will wear the dorky scarf.anyway <3

Frisk is just glad he didnt put final fantasy belts on theirs (its also bery well made and warm so theyre just vibing). Toriel also loves hers. asgore gets a store bought scarf but considering papyrus was one of like three people to give him a gift at all he’s grateful all the same

[valkyrieofsmut]

Captive Love   21

UF!Sans x Reader (or Frisk if you wanna)

Summary: Papyrus' love language is... food? Sans' is... staying safe...? Sweetheart's is... not taking shit anymore? Or is she just hurt?

A/N: Just kidding, we know Paps' love language is acts of service, and Sans' is touch. 

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Papyrus cares- he does!

Sans woke with his arms around his sweetheart, and he couldn’t get the smile off of his face. 

His arms tightened around her, squeezing her just that little bit closer to him. 

She was so soft…

So comforting…

She fit perfectly into his arms and against him. 

Sans nuzzled into her neck, taking in her scent and nipping to wake her gently. 

(Y/n) hummed softly as she woke. There was a tickling at her neck mixed with soft nips, making her giggle as she was pulled into the waking world. 

That sweet giggle sent jolts of fondness through Sans’ bones. 

“stars, y’re s'wonderful, sweetheart,” he murmured.

That poisonous little thought in the back of his mind that she was only doing any of this to keep him pleased dug at him again, but he dismissed it so hard that it was like flinging a child against a wall… not that he’d… done that before… he was just supposing… 

They laid there for a bit, cuddled together, and enjoying each other’s company, until Sans finally pulled his phalanges from her hair where he'd been trailing them and sighed. 

"gotta get some breakfast, sweetheart. definitely gotta do my rounds t'day." 

She watched him as he climbed from the bed, hesitating at his dresser. 

"w- ya wanna c-come wit me?" He asked, focusing his gaze away from her. 

"Ok," she told him, her voice a bit raspy, but ok otherwise. 

Sans seemed a bit more at ease at that, his posture relaxing and smile gently growing more genuine. 

"heh- sweetheart, i 's gonna tell ya; that's real sweet a ya, what ya said las' night… an' it was funny as hell when ya barked at boss," he told her with a chuckle as he gathered his clothes. 

(Y/n) giggled back. "I don't know what his insistence of me only being a pet is for, but if it gets the point across, I can bark- especially if it makes him feel silly." 

They got ready and spent an awkward breakfast sitting at the table with Papyrus, who seemed a little stiff and formal, but seeming to be ignoring that anything out of the ordinary had happened the night before. 

As the three were getting ready to part ways, Papyrus stopped them. 

"SANS, DON'T FORGET YOUR MEAL!" He held out a paper bag, seeming to hold something heavy at the bottom. 

Sans looked a little flustered as he took it, muttering, "ya didn't have ta do that, boss…" 

"OF COURSE I DID," Papyrus insisted, his own skull flushing a very faint red. "YOU'D JUST EAT THAT GREASY GARBAGE IF I DIDN'T MAKE SURE YOU HAD SOMETHING PROPER TO EAT!" 

"thanks, bro," Sans replied, then he and (Y/n) turned to go, but stopped at the loud clearing of his nonexistent throat the taller skeleton gave. 

"AND YOURS, HUMAN." He held out a bag similar to Sans', refusing to look at her, still lightly glowing red. "IF YOU DON'T HAVE YOUR OWN, MY LAZY BROTHER WILL CERTAINLY FEED YOU HIS AND GET THAT GREASY FILTH ANYWAY." 

(Y/n) looked at the bag in confusion for a moment, glancing at Sans and Papyrus, then back to the bag. She had no idea why or when the irritable skeleton would have gained enough thoughtfulness to try to take care for her- maybe she'd gained a bit of his respect when she'd stood up for herself and Sans the night before…? 

Those thoughts were pushed out of her mind as he jiggled the bag at her impatiently. 

A small smile curved her lips as she decided to show her appreciation to him. 

She took the bag and wrapped her arms around him, giving a, "thanks, Papyrus, it's so thoughtful of you!" 

The large, intimidating skeleton in her grasp flushed darker. "SANS! REMOVE YOUR HUMAN FROM ME AT ONCE!" But he didn't move to reject her. 

(Y/n) held back her chuckle at how entertaining these emotionally constipated monsters were as she let him go, giving him a bright smile. "Have a wonderful day, Papyrus!" 

He gave a flustered "NYEH!" of agitation as the other two left, and (Y/n) almost couldn't hold her laughter this time. 

"Um, Sans… while we're out, is there anywhere that we might be able to get a razor?" (Y/n) asked a few minutes into their journey. 

An image of a lethal straight edge flashlight in his mind. "a- a razor? wh-what d'ya need that fer?" Sans asked nervously. In the underground, it was normal to have a weapon, even above ground, most monsters had something on them to protect themselves, but, his sweetheart? 

No. 

He'd protect her. 

He didn't want anyone getting any funny ideas and trying to go against his sweetheart. Humans with weapons were dangerous, and it would only invite trouble. Other monsters would attack out of the sheer principal of having something so dangerous around. 

"For shaving," she answered, her neck heating a bit. 

Calm instantly flooded Sans. 

Oh. Shaving. That was different; he could get an entirely different kind of razor for her. 

He was pretty sure the same place he'd gotten her clothes had something like that, since they dealt in procuring the stranger items from human life that some monsters wanted- for various reasons. 

Sans hummed. "sure, i know a place that might have what ya want." 

.

They went through rounds, Sans talking to each monster as though he were taking a census, making sure that no one was bothered or bothering anyone else. 

It occurred to (Y/n) that what he and his brother were doing, if Papyrus did the same thing, was keeping the peace. Making sure that no arguments arose between any of the citizens. 

The main reason that she'd caught on, though, is because where it had been so calm the last time she went through with him, now, it was agitated and unsettled. 

Monsters looked like they'd attack anyone who looked at them wrong, though the posturing usually broke up when Sans neared. 

It seemed that he had a lot more authority than she'd thought he did, and that the rounds were more important than she'd first guessed, and Sans acted like they were, as well. 

It was getting close to lunch time when they reached a shop with a sign in the window. 

It was obviously closed, the lights off and doors locked, and as (Y/n) used her translator paper to read the sign hung on the door, CLOSED DUE TO DUSTING. 

She looked to where Sans was standing uncomfortably, looking anywhere but the store. 

Was that a normal thing; to close for a whole day just to dust the store?

She felt like there was more to it, like she was missing something, but with the put out way Sans was looking, it didn't seem like the right time to ask. 

She'd ask later, when they weren't in a place surrounded by people who would kill them if given the chance. 

She folded up her paper and stuffed it in her pocket, wordlessly following as Sans turned and silently led the way. 

There were no bad knock knock jokes as they made their way to their next destination as Sans silently brooded through whatever he was dealing with, though he seemed like his regular self as he spoke to the next few people, he was eerily silent between. 

He had a pretty amazing mask to keep his emotions hidden- but of course, these monsters were all emotionally constipated… or maybe just emotionally closeted, afraid to show how they really felt in case someone tried to use it against them… 

Sans pulled (Y/n) out of her reverie, telling her, "we'll hit up that shop fer a razor, then we'll stop fer lunch." 

"Ok, sounds good," she answered, following him to a storefront. 

It had been painted black, like so many of the others, the windows seeming purposely dirty and gritty so you couldn't see in from the outside. There was no name on the front, but 'tea' had been spray painted in dripping red paint on the wall near the door, in human. 

Over all, a very sketchy feeling seemed to emanate from the building. 

Sans opened the door and they entered, (Y/n) looking around at the strange space. 

There was a small area in front of the counter that seemed to run the length of the store. Most of the counter was blocked off by a seeming wall of junk that spanned from the counter to the ceiling, and there were more shelves of it above the space behind the counter, as well. 

There were a few racks on this side of the counter, holding various black, red, and mixed color cloth, and it took a bit for (Y/n) to realize that they were clothes fitted for different types of monsters; obviously, if you were a rabbit or lizard monster, you'd need holes for a tail, but if you were a skeleton or other monster with no tail, you wouldn't- and the spider lady and all of the spiders from the bakery would need something entirely different. 

There was a pretty rabbit monster behind the counter, wearing a tight, low cut top that hardly left anything to the imagination. Her velvety looking pinkish fur seemed very well groomed, laying prettily, the hair on her head pulled into a curly, wavy, ponytail. 

"Heya, there, Sansy," she cooed at him seductively. 

"Hey, doll," Sans greeted back with a slick grin. 

(Y/n)'s attention turned to the interaction, admittedly feeling a twinge of jealousy at the way he wasn't rebuking the rabbit's advances. 

She knew he was flirty, so she tried to quell the stomach twisting emotion. She hated to admit it after how close they'd gotten, but, he was a free monster, just as she was a free woman- they hadn't decided to be anything more. Hadn't even talked about it.

The rabbit leaned forward on the counter, giving a very obvious show of cleavage. 

A lot of cleavage. 

"Is this your new pet, Sansy?" She asked, looking (Y/n) over. "Looks like she's got the clothes ya bought on. And the fit is pretty good, a little off, a bit big… but, we can't expect everyone to look the same in everything, isn't that right, pet?" The way she said pet made it obvious it was something not really worth her time, and that she most definitely was above in any sort of hierarchy. 

(Y/n) didn't say anything, her jaw clenching instead, knowing that she had to play nice in a group of hostile people as big as the town. 

The rabbit didn’t seem like she wanted an answer, anyway. 

Sans gave a huff of a laugh at the snide comment pretending to be a joke. 

(Y/n)'s jaw clenched a little harder. 

He was laughing at her? 

It kinda hurt… 

"Aww, look at her. Such a good, well trained little pet. Most pets are so noisy so soon after you get them." The look on the rabbit's face was a rude, scornful sneer despite the praise. 

She hoped Sans would hurry up so they could go, but… he leaned his arm on the counter, looking over at her. 

"she is a good pet," he agreed, sending her a grin that looked a bit patronizing. 

A pit started to form in (Y/n)'s stomach. 

Free agent or not, she would have sworn that their relationship was deeper than that… especially after last night... now she felt a bit cheap and used… 

Dirty… 

Sans’s smile faltered, his brow bone tilting a little in question. 

“I bet she’s a compliant little pet, too,” the rabbit seemed to be goading (Y/n), trying to get some sort of reaction out of her. 

No emotions, she told herself, tightening her jaw just a bit before letting her face fall as neutral as possible. 

“she is, does what she’s supposed ta, but only fer me,” Sans replied to the rabbit off hand, sounding a little distracted as he watched (Y/n)’s expression change. 

The rabbit lady was looking at her so smugly that (Y/n) was starting to feel disgusted, not only with her and the situation, but with herself, too. It started to peek through her neutral face. 

Sans straightened a little from the counter. “somethin’ wrong, sweetheart?” He asked, hiding his honest concern so well that he sounded almost a little patronizing. 

(Y/n) turned her head to look at him, not realizing that her jaw was clenched so tightly that her teeth were starting to hurt until she opened her mouth to answer. 

“Just reflecting on how glad I am that I don’t behave like an attention seeking hussy,” she looked back to the rabbit, who was still trying to showcase her cleavage on the counter while arching her back to show off her tail and how short her shorts were. They were short. Short enough to see a hint of thigh over the counter. 

The rabbit woman made an extremely offended noise, glaring at her. 

“sweetheart,” Sans looked a bit shocked, glancing from the rabbit to her. “what’d ya say that fer?”

She leveled him with the most neutrally masked contempt she could muster. 

“Woof. Woof.” 

A growl rumbled from Sans as his face grew red with anger. His movements were stiff and jerky as he stood straight, moving toward her. 

“c’mon, sweetheart, we’re goin’,” he growled, taking her hand and pulling her toward the door. 

[tyranttortoise]

The imagine is: "What all the skelebros would do if reader got cancer?  How they reacted when they found out from the doctor, how the treatment was for them mentally (cause chemotherapy fucking sucks) and their brothers being there for them and giving them hope, and how they react when the reader got better right when they thought she was gonna die."

This was submitted by @sparkly-potato-wasteland, who is a total sweetheart and one of the nicest people ever, because her friend is going through this at the moment.  I know it doesn’t have as much fluff as it probably should, but I hope it’s all right. <3

UT!Sans:  

He's the one that insisted you go to the doctor in the first place, even if he made a few jokes and puns about you being as lethargic as him before he realized you were getting sicker.  Hearing the word cancer immediately terrifies him--he knows what it means.  Cancer may not be a thing for monsters, but he's studied enough about humans to know what kind of havoc it can cause on a human's body.  He's the one that keeps a level head despite his internal turmoil; he's always been good at pushing his emotions to the back-burner, to process them during the nights when he can't sleep and ends up alone with his thoughts.  He asks the doctor all the major questions--treatment options, surgery, chemo, success rates, the size of the tumor--and he jots down notes.  He's going to research everything he can about all of it, and then he's going to make sure you're going to the best hospital.

But he doesn't tell you any of this.  Instead, he keeps his usual grin in-place and shrugs.  "you can beat this, kiddo.  you're the strongest person i know."

He means every word.

He never tells you how worried he is, or how this diagnosis--and watching you suffer through chemo--has driven him back into drinking.  He starts thinking about RESETs, and on his darker days, when you're sleeping and he's spending the night at Grillby's, he calls up Frisk and starts slurring about having them RESET.  If anything happens to you... he'll just make them RESET everything, despite their promise not to.  

Nothing's ever been permanent before, so why should it start now?  

To your face, however, he's still his usual self, encouraging you and making jokes and puns.  He watches whatever you like while you rest your head in his lap, but he isn't sleeping.  He worries all the time, and of course Papyrus notices.  Thankfully, his brother is a pillar of positivity that takes care of both of you.  After all, Papyrus has grown to love you like a member of the family, so you often end up with both skeletons lying with you on the bed or couch. 

Papyrus keeps reassuring Sans--and he confronts him late one night about his drinking--and Sans finally lets a few of his worries slip out.  It makes him feel lighter, telling someone; especially when Papyrus assures him that everything will be all right.  He's so confident that Sans believes him.

It's a rocky road to recovery.  At one point, the doctors are laying out the worst-case scenario, and Sans can feel his usual smile slipping.  However, right before you're going into surgery, he grabs your hand and looks you directly in the eye.  "it's going to be ok."

He's so serious that he resists the easy pun.  And he was right; you pull through and he stays with you when everything hurts and you can barely stomach anything.  He gets you food infused with magic, and he's there whenever you need anything--as is Papyrus.  

And when you're sleeping in his lap, and he's watching your serene expression with a soft smile, he whispers into the night, "see?  told ya you’re the strongest person i know."

UT!Papyrus:

Papyrus doesn't understand what cancer is, so the word doesn't scare him like it should.

"OH, SO YOU'RE SICK? THE DOCTORS WILL GET YOU MEDICINE, RIGHT?"  His brows are furrowed, and he looks worried.  He thought your just had a cold.  Sans is the one that ends up explaining the diagnosis to him, since you don't have the heart to tell Paps--and you're struggling to accept it yourself.  

Papyrus is panicking on the inside, but he'll never let it show.  "DON'T WORRY!  I KNOW THE HUMAN DOCTORS KNOW WHAT THEY'RE DOING!  SANS ASSURED ME THAT YOU'LL BE GETTING THE BEST TREATMENT!  AND I'LL BE HERE IF YOU NEED ANYTHING AT ALL!"

He's as attentive as he says, doing everything possible for you.  Watching you go through the treatments is the toughest part, however.  When you're weak and throwing up, he feels helpless.  Sans helps him find things that you can keep down, forbidding Papryus from cooking for you himself.  Papyrus is continuously positive, always reassuring you.  "YOUR BODY IS STRONG, HUMAN!  IT'S FIGHTING THIS!  THE GREAT PAPYRUS WILL NOT LET ANYTHING HAPPEN TO YOU, SO DON'T WORRY!!"  

He doesn't even let Sans know how worried he is, but he does ask Sans all sorts of questions about the treatment and how safe the surgery is.  Papyrus will always be your pillar of strength, and Sans wisely refuses to let him look up anything on the internet.  If he knew just what surgery entailed, he would likely start crying.  

Still, when you're being brought back for surgery, he never stops smiling and holding your hand, giving you encouraging words. "I'LL BE RIGHT HERE WHEN YOU WAKE UP!  AND WHEN YOU FEEL BETTER, WE'LL GO WHEREVER YOU WANT, AND I'LL COOK ALL YOUR FAVORITE FOODS!"  He paces for hours in the waiting area, and it's Sans that tells him everything will be fine.  He really needed to hear it.  

And, well--Sans is right.  Papyrus showers you with skeletal kisses, punctuating each clink of his teeth against your skin with a loud "MUAH!" for emphasis.  And when you feel better, he takes you to all your favorite places and absolutely dotes on you, providing cuddles, kisses, and positivity.  

UF!Sans:

Red doesn't handle the news well.  

He knows what cancer is; his background involved experimenting on studying humans before he left The Lab.  He knows how fragile humans can be-- how fragile everything can be.  It’s why he kept you at arms’ length for the longest time, keeping his flirting playful and casual.  But, he’s fallen for you--big-time--and he’ll be damned if he lets anything happen to you now.  

He threatens the doctors when you’re not around and researches the best treatment options.   He’s grouchy toward everyone except you--even his brother.  He ends up fighting with Edge when he’s in a particularly bad mood, and when Edge realizes what’s going on, he actually cuts Red some slack.  

You’re asleep when Red’s drinking in the living room, staring at the static on the TV in his own personal hell.  Edge grabs him by the front of his sweater and jerks him off the couch.  Automatically, Red’s eyesocket wisps to life with magic, his sharp teeth bared in a growl that Edge simply scowls at, unperturbed.  

“DO YOU REALLY THINK THIS IS HELPING?  STOP BEING SO PATHETIC AND PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER!  THIS ISN’T ABOUT YOU, SANS!”

That actually gets through to Red, and he changes his perspective.  He’s always been sweet to you throughout this, cuddling you and rubbing your back when you feel sick and your body aches.  He tries every food he can think of to help you keep it down, and he’ll use his magic to teleport/levitate you around with ease.  

When you’re gearing up for surgery, he’s a bundle of nervous energy, but he still manages a smile as he rubs his hand along your arm.  “sweetheart, everything’ll be fine.  you’re tough; it’s what i like about’cha.  we’ll watch tons of shitty mtt re-runs after this and laugh at the terrible actin’, just ya wait.”

He paces and wrings his hands in the waiting room.  Edge has to tell him to stop and be still, so he reluctantly complies, but fidgets the entire time.  Once it’s over, he sighs in relief as he watches you slowly come to.  He’s holding your hand, touching your face like you’re made of glass, and there are red-tinted tears glinting in his sockets.  

“hey, sweetheart.”  His voice is thick and even gruffer than usual.  “ya did great.  everything’s gonna be ok now, and ’m not leavin’ your side for a minute.”

UF!Papyrus:

“WHAT?!”

Edge doesn’t understand the term, and his bony brows furrow together.  Human biology isn’t something he’s all that familiar with, aside from what he already knows about your body.  Illnesses elude him, and the more the doctor explains, the angrier he begins to feel.  You’re strong--you’re kind--you’re everything he’s ever wanted.  You’ve never done anything to deserve this, and yet you have something attacking your body from within.  

He doesn’t know how to protect you.

He’s quiet when he gets home, his body tense.  “.... ARE YOU FEELING ALL RIGHT?”  Even though he’s stressed, he’s going to make sure you’re okay.  He’s going to read to you while you lie on the couch, cuddled up to his chest, and once you fall asleep, he’ll hold you for a moment before he sneaks off to spend the night researching everything he can.  He’ll even swallow his pride and call Alphys up, even though he thinks she’s a “CRAZY BITCH” and ask for her input.   Red ends up being the one to explain a few things to him, and when he notices how tense his brother is, Red moves to touch his shoulder.  Edge flinches, but doesn’t bat him away.

“...it’s gonna be ok, boss.  they’re tough.”

He’s intimidating during doctor’s visits; he doesn’t want anyone to touch you, but he lets them because he’s been told it’s for the best.  He glowers at everyone, but his expression softens whenever he looks at you.  He’s never encountered anything like this; he’s always been able to confront any issue head-on, to do whatever it takes to protect his family.  The fact that you might... that you could...

NO.  He resolutely does not even entertain the idea.  He’s going to will you better with his stubborn attitude.  

When you’re going into surgery, he stands beside you, tenderly touching your cheek.  “....I WON’T LET THEM MESS THIS UP, ALL RIGHT?  I’LL BURN THIS PLACE TO THE GROUND IF IT COMES TO THAT.”  It’s an empty threat, but it makes you smile regardless.  He’s always been so dramatic with his threats.  “BUT YOU’RE STUBBORN, AND YOU’LL BE FINE.  I KNOW HOW STRONG YOU ARE, HOW RESILIENT!”

He works on his traps in a notebook while he’s in the waiting room in an attempt to distract himself and channel his nervous energy into something productive.   As soon as you’re out and moved to a room, he’s immediately at your side; the nurses have to work around him.  He wants to make sure you know he’s been there the entire time.  

“How’d it go?” you manage to voice, still groggy.  

Edge smirks.  “WELL, THE BUILDING’S STILL STANDING.”

He stays by your side, sleeping uncomfortably in a chair during your hospital stay.  When you’re released, he does the unthinkable and takes personal time off work to take care of you, doing everything in his power to make sure you’re not in pain and recovering your strength.  

From this point forward, he’ll be even more protective over you than usual.