#overload!papyrus

[zaltynn-alt2]

[i had the pleasure of commissionning clownboo_art over on twitter, and asked em to draw overload!sans and papyrus :D]

[they did amazing, i absolutely love this so much, their expressions are perfect, and i adore the sketches i got to peek at during the process. the colouring is delicious i could eat this oml]

[maaan, i wanna comm more artists!! its so fun!! (im always open for art trades, btw)]

[sheewolf85]

New Fic: The Third Date - part 3 of Puppy-Verse

A look back on the earlier days of Mutt and Reader’s relationship. It's our third date with Puppy-Verse! We're going back in time for this one, to see when Reader realizes she has well and truly fallen in love.

Summary: The rule has always been no sex until the third date. Well, it's your third date with Mutt and your babysitter just cancelled on you. Somehow, Mutt always knows how to make things better.

Notes/warnings: Slight warning for some interrupted sexy times toward the end. Nothing graphic.

Tags: established relationship, Mutt/Reader, Date gone wrong? Except not really? Date gone really right, cuteness overload

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You were both excited and nervous for tonight’s date with Mutt. Your friends all through childhood and college would tell you their rule about no sex until the third date and you had adopted the rule for yourself when you first met someone interested.

Tonight was your third with Mutt and while you were very much ready to take that step with him, your babysitter could only stay for so long and you definitely didn’t want to have to leave afterward. Would it be better to wait until you had someone who could watch your daughter overnight?

You deliberated over your outfit for a long time, all the while Iris begging from the living room to see how pretty you looked for your date. You smiled to yourself in the mirror as you finally settled on something you’d wear for a regular, totally not special date.

A soft, light pink braided sweater that went to the tops of your thighs and tight blue jeans that hugged your ass just right. You’d done your makeup and your hair, so you slipped into a pair of high-heeled sandals and went to play runway with your daughter.

After doing your entire catwalk routine, spinning and all, as Iris clapped. “You look like that one Barbie princess!” she said excitedly, “the one that doesn’t like dresses!”

You sat down on the couch next to Iris and hugged her tight. “Thank you for the compliments honey.”

Iris beamed up at you, her pretty brown eyes sparkling. “I gotta tell the truth, don’t I?” She asked rhetorically. “But if you’re a princess, then what am I?”

You thought about that for a second, coming up blank. “I think you’d be a princess too. I don’t know enough about royalty, I guess.”

“As long as I’m not your servant then that’s okay.”

You snorted and hugged her again. “I say good luck to anyone who tries to make you a servant!”

Iris giggled and hugged you back as much as her tiny arms could reach.

Your phone ringing broke the moment, and you pulled back, expecting it to be Mutt telling you he was either going to be a little early or a little late. He had mentioned needing to get some specifics for your date all tied up and he’d let you know exactly when he’d be there.

Your smile fell in worry when you saw it was your babysitter, Charlotte. She’d been a godsend and you loved how she was with Iris, but there was really only one reason she’d be calling you so soon before she was due to show up.

“I’m so sorry,” she said when you answered. “I just got an email from my economics professor. You know how he said he’d be springing some unexpected quizzes on us throughout the semester? We’re getting one tomorrow, and I am so not ready. I need to study like never before. These quizzes are a third of my grade!”

You really wanted to tell her to get her ass over to your place and study there. It wasn’t like Iris was a lot to handle. At the same time, you remembered how horribly difficult it was to even pass a class with Iris as a baby, and back then you’d had her father around to help. You couldn’t ask her to split her attention, especially when you knew how harsh that professor could be.

You sucked in a deep breath. “I totally understand, Charlotte,” you said as cheerfully as you could. “Study hard, and good luck on your test!”

She thanked you profusely for not being mad before you both hung up.

You sat in silence for a moment, trying to hold back tears, until you felt a tiny hand on your arm.

“Mama?” Iris asked softly. “What’s wrong?”

You sniffled and pulled Iris up onto your lap to hug her tightly. “It’s nothing big, sweetheart. I’m just sad because Charlotte can’t come, which means I can’t go on my date with Mutt.” God it felt like a huge stone in your chest.

Iris squeezed her little arms around your neck. “I can be okay here by myself. I’m a big girl now.”

You couldn’t help but smile and chuckle a little against her hair. “You are a big girl, but Mama’s a big worrywart and I can’t leave you alone.” You knew it was useless to say she was too young. She understood, you knew she did, but she wanted to be brave despite her previous trauma of being left alone.

As you sat holding your daughter, you wondered how you were going to tell Mutt you had to cancel your date. He hadn’t told you what he had planned, but it sounded like he’d put a lot of work into it, and just how disappointed was he going to be that all that work was for nothing?

Before you could work yourself up into a frenzy, there was a knock at the door. Curious, you gently nudged Iris to the side, kissed her head, and got up to see who it was.

Mutt smiled down at you when you opened the door, his purple eye lights dancing over you and forming little hearts as they did. You could never help a little thrill whenever that happened.

“sorry i didn’ call ya; i kinda forgot. damn you look good.”

You felt your blush start from your cheeks and go all the way down to your shoulders. His stare alone was enough to get you thinking about your earlier ideas.

But, alas. You smiled over at Iris. “I’ll be right back in, honey,” you assured her before you stepped out onto the porch with your boyfriend and shut the door. He held out a hand, but you wanted more than that. You stepped up to him and hugged him around the ribs. His arms wrapped around you, and you’d never felt as safe and comfortable as you did in his embrace.

He held you a long moment before he started to realize maybe something wasn’t right. Without pushing you away, he leaned down to kiss the top of your head. “you okay, darlin’?” he asked softly.

You sucked in a shuddering breath and shook your head. Pulling back just enough to look up at him, you said, “I don’t have a babysitter tonight. She called a little bit ago, something with her classes.” You shoved your face back into his chest. “I’m so sorry.”

Mutt hummed and rubbed your back. “why ya sorry?”

You pulled back then, stepping away from him and wiping the stupid tears from under your eyes. “Because I can’t go with you. I know you had something amazing planned and it’s ruined.”

“oh.” He looked so heartbroken that you almost burst into tears right then. Stuffing his hands in his jean pockets, he looked around for a second and you waited for him to just say goodbye and leave.

He looked back at you then, his brow furrowed and his tone hesitant. “don’ suppose ya’d consider lettin’ me ask my bro if he’d watch’er?” he asked. He swallowed and continued, “he’s…good with…he’s real responsible. raised me’n everythin’.”

You stared back at him for a moment, partly thrilled that there might be another option, and yet mostly in disbelief that he’d even ask that. The idea of asking someone you didn’t know to watch Iris, even someone so close to your boyfriend, was painful.

You didn’t have to say a thing.

“know what, never mind,” Mutt said hastily, “y’ain’t even met’im yet ‘n’ere i am tellin’ ya ta leave yer kid with him. ‘m sorry.” He lifted your hand and kissed the back of it.

You were about to shake your head, to tell him it was okay, but he continued.

“so how ‘bout instead we jus’ have a night in?”

Words caught in your throat and you looked up at him with wide eyes. “A what?”

“a night in,” he repeated, smiling that same damn smile that hooked you in the first place. “we could make dinner, maybe play some games ‘r watch a movie.”

“But you put so much work into this date,” you said dumbly.

He shrugged. “ain’t nothin’ that can’ wait.”

“Iris will be here with us.” Why were you trying to talk him out of this?

Mutt only nodded. “yeah, figured so.”

You squeezed his fingers and took a second to think of words. Your planned date night with him had just been ruined and he was not only not angry but also suggesting alternatives that included your daughter? Nobody, not even her own father, wanted to rearrange your dates to include her when child care fell through.

“y’okay, darlin’?” Mutt asked, raising a hand to wipe gently under your right eye.

You nodded. “I think so, yeah. You’re really okay with including her in our night?”

He met your eyes, his eye lights glowing softly. “‘course i am. she’s a great kid, ‘n’ it ain’t her fault her babysitter quit on ya tonight.”

You shoved yourself forward and wrapped your arms around him, burying your face in his chest. He hugged you gently, rubbing your back as you soaked up his embrace.

Sniffling and a little embarrassed, you leaned back to look up at him again. “I’m sorry I’m such a mess.”

He snorted. “ya call this a mess? darlin’, y’ain’t even hit ‘slightly cluttered’ yet.”

You couldn’t help but smile. “Thanks.”

He leaned and kissed you softly. “ready ta go back in?”

You nodded, and the two of you went back inside.

“Hi, Puppy!” She waved excitedly.

Mutt smiled affectionately and sat next to her. “how’s my li’l flower?” He asked as he wrapped an arm around her little shoulders. You sat next to him on his other side.

Iris immediately crawled onto his lap, sitting on her knees on his femur. “I’m happy you’re still here. Where are you and Mama going? Did you tell her she looks pretty? Guys are supposed to do that, you know.”

You could only turn in flustered embarrassment as Mutt chuckled. “is tha’ right? i did tell’er, but thanks fer the reminder. we figured we’d stay in, if yer okay with it.”

You could practically feel the confusion coming from your daughter. “You can have a date in the house? Do I need to stay in my room?”

You shook your head as Mutt continued. “sure can. ain’t gonna be like tha’ kinda date, though. jus’ you, me, an’ mama, maybe some games an’ a movie.”

Then the excitement hit. Her eyes went huge as her grin lit up her face. “You mean I get to do stuff with you guys?”

You leaned into Mutt’s side and rubbed Iris’s back as she bounced happily. “Absolutely.”

You had to admit you had been a little nervous that an actual evening with Mutt and Iris might get a little awkward. Your boyfriend was known to speak in innuendos, make suggestive comments that should probably be censored from the general public, and his language wasn’t exactly clean, but he had so much more going for him that you couldn’t find it in you to care, at least when Iris wasn’t around.

And yet, you didn’t have to say anything at all to him about being appropriate. Iris wasn’t stupid, she’d seen Animal Planet documentaries and knew the very basics of how babies were made, but she was also only three and a half years old; she certainly didn’t need it shoved in her face.

Mutt was a perfect gentleman as you made dinner together. He didn’t seem to know what he was doing, but he took your instruction in stride and never once said anything suggestive about you standing in front of him like that, his body pressed against yours, as you showed him how to make the dish. Instead he kissed your head and asked questions about the process.

All the while, Iris hummed to herself as she drew at the kitchen table. You and Mutt had helped her get all of her coloring supplies from her bedroom out because she wanted to be “where the people were”.

Instead of moving Iris’s art supplies when dinner was ready, the three of you ate in the living room and watched a couple episodes of one of Iris’s favorite shows. She chatted on about the characters she liked the most, which ones she thought were mean, and where she wanted the storyline to go. Mutt surprised you by asking questions and listening to her answers, seeming invested in the little cartoon animals and their dilemmas.

After dinner, Iris asked Mutt to color with her. He gave you a look full of confusing worry.

“we should help yer mama clean up firs’, don’ya think?”

You smiled. “I’ve got this; you two go color.” You hoped you weren’t pushing him to do something he didn’t want to do. Iris could be demanding, but she also needed to know she couldn’t get everything she wanted out of your boyfriends.

Mutt stepped up to the kitchen sink with you. “ya sure, darlin’?” he asked softly. “i don’ mind helpin’.”

You looked up at him and smiled as best as you could. “Only if you want to.”

His brow furrowed and he looked over at Iris, her hopeful expression driving a hole into your heart.

“what i wanna do is color with tha’ cutie over there, but only if yer really okay with it.”

Your smile was genuine this time, and you stood up on your tiptoes to kiss him. “Go color; this will be easy.”

You couldn’t help but glance over at them from time to time as you put leftovers away and washed dishes. Iris was so tiny next to Mutt’s huge frame, the both of them hunched over their drawings and chatting easily about some of Iris’s favorite things.

When everything was cleaned up, you dried your hands and went to color with them. You were no artist, but you’d taught your daughter that you didn’t have to be talented to have fun with art and you weren’t about to get self-conscious about it now.

A few minutes later, Iris suddenly jumped from her chair with a paper in hand and ran around to stand between you and Mutt.

“Look!” she shouted, holding the paper out. “I drew you,” she said to Mutt, shaking the paper when he didn’t immediately take it from her hands.

Mutt took it then, and you leaned in curiously. You nearly laughed out loud to see her childish drawing of a skeleton in jeans with an exaggeratedly studded belt and a deep purple hoodie. She’d given him puppy ears and a fluffy tail in the same light purple of his magic.

“tha’s me?” Mutt asked, pointing to the figure on the paper as if he wasn’t sure. Iris nodded enthusiastically, her curls bouncing with each nod.

Mutt suddenly grabbed at his chest and made a show of falling to his knees. “sweetheart, yer killin’ me with cute.”

Iris laughed loudly. “Cute can’t kill you!”

“can if i’s this cute,” he countered, grabbing her up and falling to the floor so she was on his chest, drawing still in hand. “see? ‘m dead.” He went limp and made the classic death exhale sound, sticking out his tongue.

You covered your mouth, trying not to laugh with Iris who playfully shook him. “Mama, you gotta kiss him to wake him up!”

“I do?” you asked, confused as to where she would have gotten that idea.

“Yeah, ‘cause true love’s kiss can break any spell, even cute death spells.”

You supposed it made about as much sense as anything else happening right now, so you got down on your knees next to Mutt and kissed him softly.

His sockets opened, his eye lights morphing into hearts for a second. “yep, that’ll do it.”

You blushed. Neither of you had said those words yet, but you were pretty sure you were feeling it as he sat up with you and pulled Iris in for a squeeze. “quick thinkin’ there, kiddo.”

Iris nodded happily.

The three of you went back to art and talking for a while until Iris started yawning. You had been watching the clock, knew it was getting late, but you didn’t want to say anything. You didn’t want the night to end, not ever. But you also had to be a responsible parent, and keeping Iris up too late wasn’t good for her routine.

“It’s almost bedtime,” you said, trying to keep the sadness out of your voice.

“I’m not tired,” Iris said, the words cut off by another yawn.

Mutt chuckled. “y’also ain’t foolin’ anyone, li’l darlin’.”

You had to laugh at the crusty Iris shot your boyfriend. “Tired or not, bedtime doesn’t care. You know that, honey. I’ll go run your bath.”

“Can Puppy read to me tonight?” Iris shouted as you started to walk away.

You stopped in your tracks, ready to explain that he probably needed to get home and had other things to do.

But he surprised you. “if i’s okay with yer mama, i’d love ta.”

It wasn’t a question anymore. You were definitely in love with him, and you’d just fallen further. Iris shouted happily, and you rushed to the bathroom to get bathtime started, and so you could hide your tears as emotion threatened to sweep you out to sea.

This was only your third date. You knew, logically, that you shouldn’t compare anything about Mutt to any of your past partners, but the sudden fear of losing him over something stupid felt like a choking pressure in your chest.

Iris was the most important thing in your life. She could be a lot, it was true, but you never blamed her for any of your partners leaving. They were the ones who couldn’t handle the overabundant joy and the dramatic tantrums of a toddler, and you figured you would either find someone who could or live your life as a single mother. Nothing and no one would ever come between the two of you.

Mutt’s absolute acceptance of everything Iris had thrown at him tonight made you so damn hopeful that he would be the one who could handle her, and that hope was terrifying.

You took several deep breaths to get yourself back under control before you went to collect your daughter for bathtime.

Iris chattered constantly, even as you washed her hair and she had to swipe water from her face, about the evening with Mutt. You smiled as she recounted every single moment of the night, every conversation she had with him and, of course, his theatrics as he pretended to die of cuteness. You could only smile and laugh along with her, so happy to see so much joy resonating through her whole being.

By the time you were ready to tuck her in, Iris was well and truly exhausted. She picked out a book and you walked with her out to the living room to find Mutt sitting on the couch with phone in hand, likely playing games and waiting. You felt bad for making him wait, but you also couldn’t help but be so happy he did.

“y’ready fer storytime?” he asked as he stood up.

Iris nodded and held out her book. Mutt picked her up and kissed your cheek. You went with him to get her settled in bed and stood silently aside as she showed him which story she wanted him to read out of the book.

You had to cover your mouth to keep from laughing as he read awkwardly at first. You weren’t sure if it was because he’d never read a bedtime story before or if it was because it was a different version of the Three Little Pigs where the wolf was the misunderstood victim. As he went, though, he got more comfortable and even began using different voices as the characters spoke. To say it was adorable would have been a vast understatement.

Like always, Iris was out before he made it halfway through the story. He looked over at you and you stepped over silently, checking to make sure she really was asleep. You nodded to him and took the book from him to put it away before you both left the room.

In the living room, the two of you sat on the couch. You turned to smile at him. “Thank you so much for tonight.”

He nodded and wrapped an arm around your shoulders. “anytime, darlin’. yer kid’s a treasure.”

You couldn’t possibly agree more. You leaned into his side as you both talked for a while about the evening, about Iris.

“What did you have planned for tonight, anyway?” you asked a while later. You sat back just enough to meet his eye lights.

His face flushed with a pale purple blush, and you suddenly couldn’t wait to hear what it was.

“wasn’ nothin’ special,” he started, clearing his throat. “i didn’ know what ta do, really, so i kinda thought maybe a li’l picnic in tha backyard’d be nice. there’s this li’l creek back there an’ flowers’n shit. all tha’ work i needed ta do?” he chuckled. “i needed ta clean cuz my place’s a wreck.”

You couldn't help but laugh at that. “That does sound really nice though,” you said truthfully. “Maybe we can do that next time?”

He looked at you with a soft smile, his eye lights doing the heart thing again, and he nodded. “sounds ‘bout perfect.” He leaned in then and kissed you.

Breaking the kiss, you made a decision and forced yourself to say something before you could change your mind.

“Do you want to stay?”

His body stiffened beside you, and you suddenly felt like you’d made a mistake. What if he couldn’t? What if he wasn’t interested? You were pretty sure he had been, at least, but what if--

“‘course i wanna stay. i ain’t got nothin’ waitin’ fer me at home, ‘m all yers.” He leaned in and kissed you again, deepening it briefly, and you couldn’t help but moan softly into his mouth. He pulled back again and met your eyes, something serious burning in his. “if yer sure.”

You nodded. “I’m sure.”

He kissed you again, his hunger palpable.

Eager to move things along, you pulled back and stood up, taking his hands and pulling him to his feet. You led the way back to your room, desire and nerves dancing in your gut as you did. Should you leave the light on? You sure as hell wanted to see him, but you weren’t so sure you wanted him to see all of you. Maybe it didn’t matter. Should it matter?

You decided it was time to let thoughts go and just be with Mutt. You followed his lead, letting him get you both settled on the bed. He hovered over you, hands roaming your body and feeling every curve, as he kissed you. You let your hands wander, let yourself feel him the way you’d wanted to since you met him. Your fingers teased his ribs through his thin t-shirt. When had he taken off his sweater?

That definitely didn’t matter, especially not when he started kissing and licking his way down your throat, his hands reaching underneath your own sweater to feel your skin.

The moment was suddenly shattered as a shrill scream pierced the air. You both froze, and it took a second to recognize the sound was Iris.

You shoved Mutt, all of your maternal instincts suddenly firing, except he was already moving. On your feet, Mutt turned to you quickly and grabbed the tops of your arms almost too tightly.

“go ta iris an’ shut the door. lock it if ya can an’ don’ open it, not fer anyone but me, you got me?”

You nodded before you could comprehend why he was saying that. His eye lights were fierce, tiny dots of lavender in his sockets. Before you could ask him anything, he was gone. Iris screamed again, and you shook your head to go get her.

In her room, you shut the door as Mutt had told you to do and went to scoop your daughter out of her bed.

“Iris, honey, it’s okay. Mama’s here, baby.”

It took a few long minutes to get her to wake up, her tiny body shaking in your arms and her little face scrunched in so much fear as she wailed. Your heart hurt for her, tears welling in your eyes as you prayed she would just wake up.

You could tell the minute the nightmare had dissipated and she was starting to wake up. The screaming and shaking stopped, and she started fidgeting like she used to do when she was a baby, reaching up to rub at her face.

Mutt knocked on the door before coming in. “i’s safe,” he said, coming to sit beside you on her bed. “she okay? did she see somethin’?”

You shook your head and leaned into him. “No. She has nightmares sometimes. She has since…well, for a while.”

He sighed, though you couldn’t tell if it was relief or worry, and reached out to gently pet her hair.

Iris finally woke up fully, her pretty brown eyes opening still full of tears. Her lips quivered and she sat up in your arms to hug you tightly. Mutt hugged the both of you.

It occurred to you then that he had thought someone was in the house. He had gone to check it out, to find and potentially deal with a threat. You’d known from your first meeting that he was ex-military, and maybe that was why you felt safe with him, but you doubted it. It was just him; he made you feel safe, especially now with his arms around you and your daughter. If there had been an intruder, they wouldn't have stood a chance, of that you were certain.

It took you a while to get Iris back to sleep, and Mutt was there for the whole process. He even read to her again when she asked him to.

Back out in the living room, you fought the urge to apologize to him. He took your hand, kissed the back of it, and started to lead you back to your room.

“yer tired,” he said when you hesitated. “let me hold ya?”

You smiled then and followed him. Someday soon, you’d tell him that you loved him.

[wishingstarinajar]

The sXribbles I did~ It was fun.

Magma drawings of XTale Papyrus with my friends @saffron-gold-stardust @wishingstarinajar​ @fructik-shu​ and met_spiral on tw1tter.

And another one I did before.

[osleeplessflowero]

I figured it's time to bring back Classic Sans for a oneshot. Haven't posted about him since Stargazing! My very first Sans oneshot and Undertale oneshot as a whole. - Reader is Gender Neutral as always! Their SOUL type is up to you. - This is a good way to tie these oneshots to another series of mine :)

It's quiet..before a breeze fills your ears. Your senses are overloaded with sound. Soon you can feel the breeze too, gently hitting your skin as you slowly open your eyes and move your hands over the grass beneath you.

How long had you been asleep? What happened? Did you miss anything? Your head is spinning..

A familiar voice pulls you out of your thoughts softly, calmly. Just like he always does.

"heya. glad to see you're back." He greets you with a smile once you look over, just as he always does. You can't help but smile too. Sitting up, you scoot a bit closer to him and abruptly drop your head on his shoulder, to his surprise. "woah there, what's this all about?" He raises a browbone as he looks down at you, feeling your arm move behind his back so you can awkwardly hug him.

"How long was I asleep?" You ask, getting straight to the point. He looks back up, focusing on the rising sun before the two of you. "not much time has passed here since you fell asleep. or, i guess you could say we fell asleep, huh?" He chuckles. "guessing you've had lots of opportunities to explore. i couldn't imagine doing all that."

"..Yeah." You think about places you've been, your consciousness moving about through different timelines and possibilities. It is only right here, in this space, that you can truly remember things..and where you originally came from. You've certainly seen a lot of interesting figures recently. All of them being different variants of Sans, and even his brother, Papyrus. The same two, just..in various different fonts.

"it's kinda weird, when i think about it." You turn to look at him. "how there's so many other mes just..hangin' around in other timelines. that even the smallest decision can make an entirely new form, a new me. up to the point where..it's like i'm a whole other person. they're sorta..physical "what if"s. aaand prove that the timeline theory is real..so..that's complicated. i guess i can see why you like to go see them all. curiosity."

"..Yeah..it's..like a new adventure each time." You earn a nod from him, before you sit up and move so you're in front of him, placing your hands at the sides of his legs. "But..just so we're clear, that doesn't mean I want to see you any less, Sans. You're still you, the original you, that..that I fell for in the beginning." Heat rises to your cheeks, burning even warmer as you watch a shade of blue make its way onto the skeleton's cheekbones to match.

"i mean, i understand if you prefer some variations of me more. i'm not gonna take it personally-" You cut him off, placing your hand on his left cheekbone. He freezes like a deer in the headlights, his eyesockets relaxing a little as he leans into your touch almost instinctively.

"Just because I like to see other outcomes it doesn't mean I'll love you any less. I refuse to leave you behind. I won't leave Paps behind either. I promise."

"seems like a pretty big promise. sure you can keep it?" "I'm absolutely sure." You lean forward, pressing your forehead against his own. "No matter what..you'll always remain in my heart, Sans. The true you, I mean." "why settle for me when you can have so many other mes?" He raises a browbone, a soft smile on his face. "At the end of the day it was the two of you that my heart belonged to first. Nothing will change that." His face is now a prettier, brighter shade of blue..you can't help but smile, seeing him like this.

"You're not making puns." "it's not the time for that." He averts his eyelights, earning a chuckle from you. You lightly tap his cheek. "C'mon..look at me." "i dunno.." "Please?" "what if i fall for you all over again?" You smile. "I'd be alright with that."

He turns his eyelights to you, unable to look away the moment he does. You can hear his breath hitch, the lights shifting into little heart shapes the moment he blinks. "..Can I?..Or would that be too forward?-" You mutter, your face heating up again at the thought. "just get over here, you." He puts his arms around your waist, pulling you a little closer so you can make contact yourself.

You lean forwards, pressing your lips against his teeth..feeling yourself becoming lost in the moment. Your heart pounds in your ears, your faces both madly flushed as you embrace each other's company. Eventually you have to break the kiss for air, softly regaining your breath as he stares at you with admiring eyes. He reaches up his hands, placing them on the sides of your face now. The cool feeling both calms your nerves and makes you even more flushed. "you alright being stuck with me? with us, even?" "Always. Don't ever question that." You smile, earning a grin from him in return as you hear footsteps approaching in the distance.

"There You Two Are! I've Been Looking Everywhere For You!" Papyrus comes to a stop before you, pressing his hands on his hips with his all-too-familiar grin. A few seconds pass before he takes in your states, a smug look crossing his face. "Am I Interrupting Something?"

"nah, you got here just in time. right?" Sans lightly nudges you, earning rapid nods from you in return. If you let him hear your voice tremble or crack you would quite literally die inside.

"so, what's up? something going on?" He asks, putting an arm around you. "I Thought You Might Want To See Our New Neighbors! They Are Quite The Interesting Bunch. And..Oddly Familiar Looking.."

You and Sans give each other a knowing look. "You don't think?.." "awfully convenient timing, universe." "Might as well make a good first impression, huh?"

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

what woud they do if their S/O had a cuteness agression overload? idk how to describe it but if they were just cuddling or smf and their S/O got so happy that they hugged them tightly, REALLY tightly and like started giggling and screaming from happiness? how woud they react plz tell me i have a lot of these stuff happening

Undertale Sans - He jumps a bit at the sudden movement, just blinking at you in confusion. Uh, ok, yeah, he can cuddle. Can you just not crush his ribs, please? He needs them to breathe and stuff, you know. Sans doesn't mind much other than that, he's not that cuddly, but he lived with Papyrus his entire life so he's used to it.

Undertale Papyrus - Your excitement excites him even more and now he's doing the same with you. Papyrus has a lot of cuteness aggression too, so he doesn't mind. He was already a bit like that when you met him, because of Undyne, but now both of you are encouraging him so who is he to resist? He loves hug!

Underswap Sans - He whines, annoyed, and starts to wiggle his legs in the emptiness as you're holding him like a big cat under the arms, hugging him tightly. Please, he's begging you, let him go. He's not mean enough to push you away, but he definitely looks like a grumpy old man right now. He doesn't like hugs, that's a waste of time.

Underswap Papyrus - He tenses in surprise and shock, startled, before relaxing when it turns out you actually just want a hug. A very tight hug, right, but still a hug. You know you can just ask, right? If you missed him that much, he could come to cuddle with you in bed, you don't have to tackle him like a rugbyman.

Underfell Sans - It depends on what state you are in your relationship. If it's the beginning, he will bite your arm to force you to let go, and probably be mad at you for the rest of the day. After a few months though? He's just resigning to his fate. You can hear him sigh loudly as you kiss his skull everywhere and squeeze him like a teddy bear, but he doesn't do anything to stop you either. He guesses that's his life now.

Underfell Papyrus - Like Red, he tends to growl often the first few times, unhappy, but then after several months of this, he just rolls his eyes at you and sighs, not doing anything to escape your crushing arms. He still growls from time to time to show he's definitely the one in control here to please his gigantic ego, but you know it's all a facade and it doesn't have any effect on you.

Horrortale Sans - He whimpers pitifully as you're crushing his neck. Oak would never be that tolerant with anyone else and you know that, and maybe you're taking a little too much advantage of the situation. He likes hugs, but he's not a big fan of you jumping randomly at his face, it often startles him. But when he realizes it's just a hug, he immediately calms down and goes back to normal. Still, be careful to not play with fire too much as there's one day where he might punch you out of surprise lol.

Horrortale Papyrus - He grimaces in pain every time, as it hurts his spine. He would prefer if you rather not jump on him. One or twice is fine, but after that, he might stop you midway by making you faceplants into his hand. He doesn't feel particularly sorry either about it.

Swapfell Sans - He hisses, then chomps your arm with his very pointy teeth. The more you insist, the harder he bites. Nox doesn't like being tackled out of nowhere and will let you know. Usually, he's pouting a few hours after that, and giving you long intense dark stares for a good week every time you're getting too close. No touchy.

Swapfell Papyrus - At your own risk. Rus loves that so much that you actually trained him to do it as well. Except Rus is twice your size and twice your strength too. So yeah, the first time he tackles you on the couch, emptying your lungs as he hits you, it's going to be a surprise. Rus loves to play violent games, but maybe a little too much so be careful.

Fellswap Gold Sans - He does a dramatic slow turn to you with the most "WTF" expression you have ever seen him do.

You decide it's best to slowly let him go if you want to survive another day. Wine is not cuddly. And he's wearing expensive clothes. Do that again and he yeets you by the window.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - When you come running to him, screaming, he freaks out and starts to run for his life as well, screaming at the top of his lungs lol. You startle him. Good luck tackling him without him screaming like he's getting murdered now.

[battlemaiden13]

Speaking of bitties/bitty what if their SO became one day (reader is small the skeletons are regular size) how would they react to that/treat their SO?

Sans -He’s a lot more intuitive and protective than you would think but does both in a very subtle way. He makes sure you are by his side the entire day so that you don’t get squished or anything and you find him grabbing or doing things for you before you even need to ask. It’s a very chill day though and you don’t get up too much mainly because Sans won’t let you out of his sight. 

Papyrus -It’s a bit of a struggle. He’s having trouble calculating what you can do by yourself now and what you may need help with. He also is a tad rough with you before he realizes it may be hurting you.  The two of you survive the day and it actually has encouraged Papyrus to slow down a little and assess the situation.

Red -Is very protective of you. He won’t let you leave his side and growls if other people get too close. You think he’s going a bit over the top but you're so small now he is seriously stressed out that something is going to happen to you. 

Edge -Is also very protective over you but allows you a bit more freedom. He doesn’t like letting you out of his sight but he does let you walk around on your own at least. He still refuses to let you do things by yourself and insists that you need help with everything. 

Blue -Is very overbearing. He won’t really let you do anything by yourself as he’s so stressed something horrible will happen to you. It’s very stressful but he won’t really listen as his anxiety is through the roof. Better to just go with whatever he has planned. 

Orange - Insist the two of you have a very chill day. He is more stressed than he’s letting on, worried something is going to happen to you but he doesn’t let this show. The two of you have a movie day and he helps you throughout without being too overbearing. 

Berry - Leaves you to your own devices really. He gets you things to help but he doesn’t step in unless you ask him to. He was often babies because of his height and he doesn’t want you to feel like he doesn’t believe in you so he takes a step back but he’s there if you need him. 

Syrup -He might die of a cuteness overload. He just holds you in his hands for a while blushing and not being able to look at you fully. You are still in charge though. He will do whatever you want and help with whatever you need. You been small for barely a few hours and he’s already treating you like a beloved pet. 

[gabriel-xander]

Don't Forget

[Sans x Female!Reader]

35: Chat, I Think He Likes You

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It’s been fucking hours, you know it has been! Hours of searching around the forest of downtown Snowdin and you couldn’t find shit!

You were useless since you couldn’t detect anything without magic. Sans and S-Papyrus were playing “Hot or Cold” trying to locate the source of this irritating feeling that was messing with their magic. But alas, their search came up empty.

Sans was kind enough to explain it to you to the best of his abilities on the walk back.

“imagine if there was a constant high pitch noise in your ear that was loud enough for you to constantly hear, but quiet enough that it can still blend in the background. but the sound is also at a terrible pitch anyway. but not only that–have you ever listened to music with the bass so high, that you can feel the vibration in your chest? and, imagine swallowing cotton balls. no matter how much water you drink to get rid of it, there’s always gonna be a few lints clinging inside your throat.”

“…”

You’re fucking thankful you can’t feel it. That’s such a sensory overload–it’s horrible just trying to imagine it!

“yeah,” Sans laughed at your expression, “all of that happening at the exact same time. that’s what it’s like. but instead of physically dealing with it, it’s like all of those sensations are caused emotionally. for us monsters, especially monsters like me, our magic is insanely tuned with our feelings. that’s the best i can do for you.”

“Brother, eugh.”

No wonder S-Papyrus has been on edge lately. If he really has been in this area this whole time for weeks trying to look for the source, you’d be fucking murderous.

It got to the point where even Sans was walking at a distance from you on the way back to S-Papyrus’ home. He said he was too overwhelmed and didn’t want to hurt your feelings on accident.

Reasonable crash out, honestly.

The walk home is quiet and carries an air of defeat. You’re all tired and can use a good night's sleep to cry about it while you snooze. You’re not looking forward to sleeping in the Capture Zone if you’re being real. Maybe you can somehow convince S-Papyrus to at least let Sans sleep in the living room if nothing else.

As you’re nearing the house, you spot a few monsters here and there, smiling and waving when they look at you. You don’t recognize any of them, they must’ve been switched with the others that you’re familiar with.

Aw, wait!

You almost stop walking but force yourself to keep going.

Fucking… Grillby’s Restaurant…

Passing by it, you read “Muffet’s” on the sign instead of the fire-man’s name.

Man…

Wait, so does that mean that Grillby would technically be the one who has a boss fight in this Au? That’s kind of hot if you think about it. You’d be down for a feral Grillby, you’d wanna see that.

Finally making it back to the house, Sans is already putting his hand on your wrist, pulling you to the Capture Zone. You assume he wants to just go to sleep already. You want to ask S-Papyrus to let Sans sleep indoors, but judging by the shorter skeleton's mood, he probably doesn’t want to be separated from you right now.

“hey. wait.”

Sans stops at S-Papyrus’ voice however he doesn’t turn around to look at him. You do though, you’ll be his eyes if he’s not going to look. S-Papyrus grimaces while looking at the shed.

“you two… ugh. there isn’t room, but if you’re willing…” Wow, S-Papyrus looks like this is physically painful for him, “you and the other sans can share the living room.”

You light up with a wide smile, nodding before Sans can possibly protest. “Yes! Thank you so much! Sans!”

He begrudgingly turns around, looking right at you.

“Say thank you to Mr. Papyrus.”

“…thanks, man.”

“…don’t mention it.” He grimaces and turns around to open the front door, “literally.”

“already filed and locked away.”

“Awe, you guys are so wholesome,” Sacchariferously and sarcastically, you clap your hands together, “If only we can keep this nice energy forever.”

…The other two are too tired and irritated with today's events to even reply. Dang, tough crowd.

You’re given a single pillow and a single blanket from S-Papyrus. He said something like how Sans doesn’t really need anything since the floor will be comfortable enough for him. Sans couldn’t defend himself from this slander since he was in the washroom to clean himself up. You didn’t say anything, but you already know how you’re going to fix this situation.

“tomorrow, i was planning to go back there to keep searching. that’s why i wanted to sleep in early,” S-Papyrus was telling you suddenly as you were fixing up the couch, “since we’re all going there anyway, i might as well just keep going with you and–him.”

“That’d be great, Papyrus,” You smile at him, “We can use all the help we can get, thank you.”

“ugh, you’re way too nice,” He sighs, rubbing the side of his face, “it makes me wonder…”

“Hm? About what?”

“if there’s gonna be a version of you that’ll show up here. if you did, would she be as nice as you? or am i gonna have something to worry about?”

You falter in your moments. You didn’t consider that at all. Not really. At least, not in the way S-Papyrus has.

If the roles were reversed, would it actually be you who shows up? Or maybe… Would it be your best friend, Elliot? He was technically “with you” the day this happened. You guess in a Swapped Au, Elliot would be in your position instead. But even then, he would just have your personality/role, wouldn’t he?

Oh, God. Would that mean in the Swap Au, Elliot would be dating Sans–no… Papyrus?! Or maybe nothing romantic would happen, but where would that leave you anyway?

This is weird to think about. You’re going to stop thinking about it.

“I wish I had an answer for you, but… I’m not an expert on these things. I quite literally just came along for the ride,” You answer truthfully, but you refuse to turn around. “If for some reason, my counterpart shows up here, I think you’d be in good hands. I can’t imagine a version of myself where I’m violent.”

You refuse to turn around because he would’ve seen just how much of a fucking liar you were. Your LV tells a different story, and you are fully capable of violence–your entire past is violent and gruesome. Were it not for Kōrenki’s involvement, you would probably still be a shit person.

S-Papyrus hums in contemplation. He mumbles a goodnight and just leaves to his room upstairs.

Wow.

Inch resting.

You finish setting up the couch and give it a good look.

[ You’re taller than Sans / You’re about the same height as Sans / Unfortunately you lost the lottery and are somehow shorter than Sans ], but either way, you think if you just cuddle with him, you two can squeeze together on the couch.

Nodding to yourself, you start to undress yourself. You know Sans has completely forgotten by now, but you DID pack for this adventure. Sans had stored it away in that Void of his that you never ask about because that’s too much to think about-

Anyway! You have packed clothes, and you don’t want to sleep in your snow-dirtied clothes. You remove your jacket and are about to take off your shirt too.

“hey!”

You stop and find the source of the whisper-shout. Sans had shortcut to the bottom of the stairs, a blush on his face while narrowing his eyes.

You raise a brow, “Yeees?”

“you weren’t going to seriously strip out here, please tell me you weren’t!”

“It’s not a big deal…” You lower the hem of your shirt anyway because he looks like he’s about ready to fucking shit himself. “By the way, don’t forget you have our stuff in your fucky-wucky shortcut void thingy.”

Sans looks up the stairs, snapping his fingers at the same time. Your duffel bag appears on the couch in one piece. You step to it to pull out your sleep clothes.

“[y/n],” Sans whispers with some anxiety, stepping towards you, “i really don’t wanna be that kind of guy, but please don’t get naked out in the open at someone else’s home.”

Your smile is involuntary: “I think it’s sweet you’re conscientious about these things. I understand though. I’ll be right back, then.”

Sans shoulders drop with relief. Geez, he must’ve been really scared to tell you anything in the first place. You hope it’s not because he thought you would blow up in his face about it. You want him to be comfortable with coming to you about things that make him uncomfortable.

This is gonna be a bumpy road for you, if you’re honest. You got used to being shameless and not being involved romantically with someone else. You have to remind yourself that, while Sans by no means owns your body, you need to be considerate about his feelings when it comes to things like that.

“thanks, i appreciate it.” Sans snaps his fingers again, his own bag appearing next to your duffel bag.

As you walk by him to change in the washroom, you stop to lightly kiss his cheek. “Thanks for telling me, by the way.”

He looks away with a blush and his smile relaxes. “i–yeah. i don’t want to tell you what to do-”

“-No, no. You’re allowed to feel this way if it bothers you,” You reassure him, “And really, I need to get used to being with someone again. So… You know, if I do shit that really bothers you, I’d rather you tell me so I don’t keep doing it and make it worse.”

Your sweet boy nods, looking at you with bigger eye-lights. It reminds you of a cat when they’re looking at the human that they love so much.

…Sans is like your kitty…

“okay, i’ll try. and you’ll tell me too, okay? i’m far from the perfect partner, i know i’ll fuck shit up sometimes, too.”

You shake your head and continue up the stairs, “I think you’re doing pretty good so far, Sans. Besides, trial and error are all part of a relationship. Sunshine all the time makes a desert, and all that jizz.”

Sans was going to reply with his own cheesy ass quote, but that last part threw him off.

“don’t you mean jazz?”

“….Anyway, I gotta change.”

Dang.

Sans is now left with your final jizz as you hurry to the washroom.

He changes into cleaner clothes as well, feeling icky from all that walking around today. This is a lot more labor than he’s used to since he loves doing absolutely nothing. Of course that changes when you have someone important in your life to mix it up.

Sans can’t say he hates it, not at all.

This day though…

Ugh, it’s such a fucking mess.

Immediately getting caught by this Au’s version of himself, having tension between Swap-Papyrus, and keeping a constant eye on you to make sure you’re okay… It takes a lot out of a skeleton, believe it or not.

Having the Judge role, of course, S-Papyrus will be the most suspicious of them. It makes your journey more complicated, but Sans hasn’t been fighting it for one reason. Two reasons, actually, since you brought it up earlier.

Sans does not believe in coincidences. If getting caught happened so soon after their arrival, then it must be because it was meant to happen. And now on top of that, you’re so insistent that you shouldn’t be hiding the true motives from their counterparts because of this “strange feeling” you have.

Considering you’re also a key in all this, Sans must rely on your intuition as well. Even if trusting someone other than himself (and Papyrus) scares the fucking hell out of him.

Sans has faith in his ability to keep you safe, at least. If all else fails, he can keep you safe.

Not that it’s completely necessary. Today he learned that you’re, apparently, decent enough around a fight. Well no, Sans always figured that you had to be some kind of fighter with that insane strength of yours. Having it confirmed is a whole other thing.

Man, Sans really wants to check out your soul to look at your stats. He’s so fucking curious. Ah, but not that curious. He’s not sure if he can handle the idea of someone loving and trusting him enough to willingly show him their soul.

Someone as great as you showing your soul to him just because you love him…

Sans allows himself to daydream it for a few seconds.

It leaves him red and embarrassed to hell and back. He needs to take a seat on the couch to pull himself together.

What a lovely thought, though…

Sans flinches at the sound of you coming back downstairs. He stands up and straightens out his shirt. He doesn’t know where the hell he should put his dirty clothes…

Your clothes are already folded, and you simply put them on top of your bag. You move it next to the couch almost like it was routine. Sans supposes that it must be considering you were living on his couch for a month. He kind of feels bad that it took so long for them to decide to move you into his room.

“Hey,” You draw his attention to you, taking his dirty clothes from him, “We’re gonna share the couch, is that okay?”

Sans eyes the piece of furniture, “uh… we can fit if we… uh, are you okay with, you know, cuddling?”

You grin at him. “Hearing you say cute words like that is so funny.”

Why must you always tease him this way?

“how is it funny?”

“‘Cause you got a deep voice. It’s a sexy voice though, you’d make fucking bank doing Boyfriend ASMR videos.”

Sans is already getting used to the fact that his face is going to be blushing around you. He’s made peace with it.

“heh, i like hearing you talk, too. a lot.”

“You’re so cute,” You’ve been folding his clothes this whole time. “Are you ready to sleep, then?”

Sans shakes his head, watching you put his clothes on top of his bag. You move it next to your own bag, making sure it’s neat. You’re so demure. He likes that.

“not yet. i wanna write this all in my journal. i gotta make sure the mini-dj isn’t busted, either.”

You sit down on the couch, “Need any help with the mini-dj?”

He pauses, “do you know how?”

“No, not at all. I just wanna be useful.”

Sans snorts, “you know what would help me a lot?”

You deadpan, already know where this is going. “What?”

The skeleton moves so he’s standing in front of you. He puts a hand on your head and leans over, kissing your forehead sweetly.

“getting some rest,” He says quietly, “you’ve been moving all day, but you fainted earlier, remember? i was worried all day about you.”

You sigh out of your nose in defeat, “Fine. I’ll try sleeping. For you. But you better know how reluctant and disgruntled I am about this.”

“thank you, feeling better already.”

This time, he leans lower to peck your cheek. The action makes you smile like a little bitch, fucking cheesing over here on the damn couch. Sans is a lot nicer than you, he doesn’t tease you about your reaction. Or maybe because his mind is preoccupied with the things he brought up earlier.

You get comfortable on the couch and lay down, pulling the cover over your body to get all cozy. Sans moves to the small table on the left side of the couch where it holds the Quantum Physics joke book. He puts it on the floor so it’s not in the way. Snapping his fingers, he pulls his trusty journal and pen from his Void.

The lights in the house are off, leaving the only source of light from Sans’ face. You know what that is, but tell yourself it’s better if you don’t check for yourself. His scribbling and muttering are soothing in the house.

This house is identical to the one back home, but it still feels like a stranger's home. You’re staring up at the ceiling, have been for the better part of the last 30 minutes.

You can’t fucking sleep. You’re tired too, but you can’t sleep.

You sit up the moment you hear Sans no longer writing. Sans is looking over the mini-dj, but that’s all. Maybe because there isn’t anything wrong with it after all. Feeling your stare, the skeleton turns his head to you.

Oh, wow. He’s not even hiding his glowing eye from you.

His right eye-light is replaced by a ring of swirling cyan and bright yellow. The brightness is enough that it illuminates your face and the wall behind you. It’s not blinding, and you don’t feel scared staring into it like you thought you would be.

It’s beautiful, actually.

He blinks at you with a confused smile, “have you been awake this whole time?”

You nod.

“[y/n]… go to bed.”

Raising your voice without yelling, you demand: “Join me, then.”

Sans simply sighs in defeat. He knows damn well you’re not sleeping without him, and doesn't fight back. He snaps the pen, notebook, and mini-dj away and stands up with a quiet grunt. He makes sure to put the Quantum Physics book to where it was before walking to the couch.

You grin at him while moving the covers, “You’re super light, it’ll be better if you sleep on me.”

Thanks to his glowing eye, you can see his blush and sheepish look easily. “i wanted to be the small spoon, anyway.”

“Yeah, yeah. Come here.”

Sans carefully climbs over you, making sure not to dig into your limps with his bony knees. With magic, you presume, he’s able to rest comfortably on you without his ribs bothering you. Sans adjusts the cover over you two, wiggling slightly to get comfortable.

He kind of feels like a weighted blanket.

It’s nice.

“are you good?” He whispers so softly.

“Mhm,” You wrap your arms around him, “goodnight, baby boy.”

“ugh. goodnight.”

Fucking score!

Closing your eyes, you find that you’re suddenly exhausted. You’re so fucking corny, did you actually need Sans with you for you to sleep? Perhaps you felt safer to sleep with him right here. Or maybe you really did need a weighted blanket.

Whatever the reason it may be, you fall asleep rather quickly this time.

…

…

…

Nothing.

Behind your eyes in the unconsciousness, there’s nothing. Swirls of nothing. Different shades of nothing.

Until there’s something else.

In the depths of the abyss in your unconscious mind, you see a man. A skeleton, in your dreams.

You immediately recognize who this is supposed to be.

“☟︎♏︎●︎●︎□︎📪︎ ☯︎✡︎📭︎■︎☸︎.”

☹︎♏︎t’s fix th♋︎t.

The man who speaks in hands clears his throat. This time when he speaks, you can understand exactly what he is saying.

“Hello, [Y/n].”

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A/N: I drew hims. The mans, the myths, the legends: Mr. W.D. Gaster

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Some more swap bro stuff

When they were younger, Papyrus struggled a bit with sensory overload. Sans knew something was wrong whenever Papyrus would get really quiet and scratch at his chin/cheeks, and would work to get him somewhere quieter/calmer as soon as possible. Usually he'd be touch averse for a little while after, which would be rough, because physical soothing was also one of his preferred methods of comfort.

Muffet and Sans have a slightly strained relationship. She helped them out a bit when they first moved to Snowdin, but when Papyrus was older, Sans felt she was a bit of a bad influence on him. They have two very different ideas of what help is.

Papyrus actually always admired the guards, he thought they were cool and reminded him of the heroes in the ragged old comics they fished out of the dump sometimes. He never understood Sans' aversion, but that didn't stop him from feeling frustrated and guilty when Sans joined the guard to help support financially.

Even before the judging ability manifested, Papyrus was about the only one who could tell when Sans was lying. He lied a lot when they were kids. He still does. Papyrus never really asked why, and felt it was too late by the time he realized he did the same.

Similarly to UT and UF, Sans has a significantly worse view of the previous royal scientist than Papyrus does.

Also similar to UT and UF, Papyrus has the bulk of their shared memory problems, which was the original reason behind carrying a notebook with him at all times. Of course, he wound up forgetting it and rarely ever uses it.

Sans far prefers savory foods, while Papyrus prefers sweets. Due to the lack of cooking knowledge, this leads to Sans often putting sweet things in savory dishes in an attempt to cater to both of their tastes, fruit, sugar, candy, etc. The results are not always horrible but they are very very rarely if ever good.

(Sans doesn't bother trying to learn how to bake since Papyrus loves Muffet's stuff so much, and it's usually harder than cooking anyway)

Papyrus, surprisingly, isn't actually entirely clueless about cooking, but pretty much the most complicated thing he knows how to make is grilled cheese (and he still usually burns it at least a little).

Papyrus and Alphys don't get along because Alphys finds him deeply annoying and Papyrus annoys her because he’s kind of spiteful of her, being the one who hired Sans and insisted on "training him" (sees her as condescending).

Sans and Undyne also do not get along because Sans feels she burdens Papyrus with too much when he already has to act as judge (Undyne does not know he's the judge).

Papyrus still thinks anime are cartoons but is more willing to humor Undyne, while Sans actually lowkey thinks anime fucks.

Sans is unintentionally good at flirting but does not want to be in a relationship, while Papyrus is terrible at flirting but still tries even though he also does not want to be in a relationship.

Instead of sprinkles, Papyrus "feeds" the pet rock various candies, like skittles or candy corn.

[llamagoddessofficial]

@aizawasluckylady commissioned a part 2 to adorable Skull rescuing you. I love this dork, he's such a joy to write.

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You couldn’t help it. You’d been staring on and off for almost half an hour, at the two skeletons sat a few tables from you at the cafe. It took all the courage you had in you- but it was now or never, right? You'd paid for your food, you couldn't linger any longer. You finally took a breath, shifting your bag onto your shoulder... then you walked over, approaching their table.

You didn’t know who the lanky skeleton in the orange scarf was. He had nice, straight teeth, probably thanks to the hard work of his neat silver braces- a pair of glasses were perched on his face, taped into position on the sides of his skull. He was talking excitedly to Skull, who you absolutely recognised; he was your saviour, after all. Skull had a blue beanie pulled over his cracked cranium, and wore a comfortable looking chunky grey turtleneck. He had a relaxed expression on his face as the other skeleton talked on... his mug was empty, the tall skeleton’s still full of what appeared to be hot chocolate.

Even sat down, they were both tremendously tall. Skull was your height while sitting, and the taller skeleton had a few inches on you, they dwarfed every other person in the cafe. Looking at Skull, you couldn’t help but replay being carried by him, in your mind... all you could think about was how warm his arms he had been. How secure you felt when he carried you, the sensation of relief and gratitude that rushed over you. How nice he had smelled, how lovely his voice was... how intently he’d listened to you go on and on about the most menial of subjects.

... You tried to shut the thoughts up. You didn’t want to be obviously blushing when you said hi. 

“H-hey!” Your voice cracked- embarrassing. But you tried to make up for it with friendliness, fiddling with your bag strap. “Skull, right? It’s great to see you again.”

... The tall skeleton stopped talking. Both of them looked at you.

...

... Then they had very different reactions. 

The tall skeleton’s face lit up like a Christmas tree, his braced grin rising and sockets immediately sparkling as he set down his cup. Skull, on the other hand, went absolutely stone still; his big red eyelight shrank, he stared blankly at you.

“OH!! MY GOODNESS!!!!” Not-Skull turned in his chair to face you, leaning forward and grabbing your hand with both of his, shaking enthusiastically and unintentionally pulling you closer as your whole arm ragdolled in his excited shake. “IT’S SO GOOD TO MEET YOU! I’M PAPYRUS! YOU MUST BE THE HUMAN I’VE HEARD SO MUCH ABOUT!”

You blinked. “H... heard about...?”

Skull’s eyelight jumped from you to the other skeleton. You saw his grip increase on his cup. He made a panicked noise in the back of his throat- ‘Papyrus’ did not hear it.

“YES, OF COURSE!” He sounded absolutely delighted. “MY BROTHER RESCUED YOU WHILE WALKING, RIGHT? OH, HOW ROMANTIC! LITERALLY SWEPT OFF YOUR FEET! IT’S SO GOOD TO MEET YOU, GOSH I ALREADY SAID ‘GOOD TO MEET YOU’, DIDN’T IT? I’M JUST VERY EXCITED! HE REALLY LIKES YOU, YOU KNOW, HE HASN’T STOPPED TALKING ABOUT YOU- WHICH IS VERY UNUSUAL, SINCE HE USUALLY DOESN’T TALK MUCH AT ALL!” 

Your face flushed. What? Skull talked about you? “Uh,”

“pap.” Skull mumbled, iris all but boring a hole into his brother. Sweat had appeared on his head, his expression was completely unreadable.

“HOW IS YOUR FOOT? I’M GLAD YOU GOT HOME SAFELY, IT SOUNDED LIKE YOU HAD QUITE THE INJURY. HAVE YOU BEEN RESTING AND EATING WELL? GOSH, YOU’RE JUST LIKE HE DESCRIBED! YOU SEE, I RECOGNISED YOU IMMEDIATELY BECAUSE HE DESCRIBED YOU IN GREAT DETAIL!” 

... The informational overload was getting greater by the moment. Talked about you? Described you? Was that true? You glanced over at Skull, ears burning, overwhelmed and unsure of what to say or think. He looked equally as shaken as you- he was now staring at the table, slightly quivering.

“YOU DEFINITELY MATCH HIS DESCRIPTION!” Papyrus beamed. “THOUGH MOSTLY HE JUST WENT ON AND ON ABOUT THE FACT THAT YOU WERE VERY PRETTY, AND HAD A VERY NICE VOICE-!”

CRUNCH!

... You both startled, Pap looked over his shoulder. Skull had shattered his cup, shards of ceramic falling from his clenched fist. 

...

Some people were staring. Skull didn’t move.

“OH MY STARS, SANS!” Papyrus tutted. “YOU NEED TO BE MORE GENTLE. WAIT HERE, HUMAN, I’LL GO ASK FOR SOME HELP CLEANING THIS UP.”

Papyrus stood up, and quickly pushed you into his now unoccupied seat; right next to Skull. Then he rushed away.

...

You and Skull sat in stunned silence. You were still holding your bag like you were about to leave. Your face was beet red- you were absolutely mortified, you couldn’t read Skull’s expression. It felt like a hurricane had just passed through.

... That was not how you expected that to go. You’d been imagining a relaxed meeting, a few words, maybe one or two jokes and you doing most of the talking. Maybe, hopefully, getting his number. You didn’t anticipate something like that- through all the fluster you felt terrible, like you just embarrassed Skull in front of the entire cafe.

...

“... I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-” “i-i’m sorry, he’s-”

... You both closed your mouths at the same time. You also both sank into your seats, with equal amounts of ‘how do I do this?’ written on your faces.

...

“... That’s, erm... that was your brother, right?” 

Skull nodded. His iris was laser-focused on the table as he continued to sweat. You tried not to think too hard about what Papyrus had said- maybe it was a prank? Siblings did that to one another, right? You had no idea what their relationship was like. As much as your heart fluttered at the idea that Skull had liked you so much that he’d gushed about you to his brother, you had to bear in mind the possibility that Papyrus was pulling Skull’s leg. Teasing him in front of someone he knew.

(... Though for some reason, you got the sense Pap wasn’t like that.)

“He seems really nice.” You said, honestly.

“he is.” Skull replied softly.

...

“... i’m sorry.” He mumbled, using his other hand to reach up, pulling his beanie down over his face, suddenly seeming like he wanted to completely vanish. “you... h-had to hear... all that...”

Is he embarrassed because it was true? You hoped so.

“... It’s okay. Really.” You tilted your head. “I-is your hand...?”

... He finally unclenched it, only now remembering his fist was still closed, shards of ceramic falling out. Luckily, he still had the tray from his order, and all the pieces bounced onto that. There wasn't much of a mess, just a sad ruined cup.

“s’fine.” Solid bone probably didn’t have much trouble with pottery. 

He looked overwhelmed.

...

“Do you wanna stand outside for a bit?”

His eyelight finally flickered over to you, widening- like clouds parting, you could see readable emotions appearing on his face. Mostly positive ones, and a flash of relief.

“yes.” He wheezed, grin raising. “please.”

The two of you stood up together, Skull leaving his coat over the back of his chair to indicate that he was coming back and wasn’t just fleeing the scene of the mug-breaking crime. It took a few seconds of navigating the small maze of chairs and tables, but eventually you found yourself outside again with your back resting against the wall adjacent to the cafe door. You gratefully took in the fresh air, Skull quickly shuffling in beside you and shaking his hand of the remaining cup fragments.

“This is much nicer.” You said, enjoying the sudden sense of space. You always felt better outside. “... Uhm... how have you been recently? We haven’t spoken since the walk.”

... Skull’s cheekbones started to colour. That lovely gentle ultramarine flush. “... good.”

...

“your... leg?” He sounded hopelessly shy. Like he was trying.

“... Oh! My leg! It’s fine now.” You looked down at the foot, tapping the toe of your shoe against the ground. “Wasn’t broken after all, just sprained. I’m so lucky you found me when you did, it didn’t get any worse and it’s healing great. It still feels a bit sore, but it should be fine in a week or so, so long as I’m gentle with it. I think I’m going nuts, though, I was told not to hike until it was healed and I haven’t seen my favourite trails once after the injury. I don’t know what to do with myself now that I can’t go walking. I’m desperate to go out, it’s...”

... You stopped yourself, losing steam, looking up to meet Skull’s staring. 

As much as his comment about liking listening to you had stuck with you... you doubted he wanted to hear an in-depth recounting of how your sprained ankle had impacted your outdooring schedule.

You glanced away. Your head was a total mess. You embarrassed Skull in front of a cafe of people, and now you were talking his nonexistent ear off about your stupid leg. You were sure you’d be lying awake at night replaying this scenario for the next several years, and though you were sure there were other ways to approach this, you were reaching the end of your ability to deal with yourself. Flustered was an understatement.

(You didn’t hear his mumble- “i’d carry you.”)

You took a breath, forcing your tone into something more easygoing, shoving your hands in your pockets and plastering a smile on your face. “Well! I-I should... get going. I've paid and all. I’m sure you and your brother have stuff to be getting on with. I’ll-”

... Skull reached out, and snagged the end of your sweater sleeve with a claw. Like a kid holding onto their parent’s arm to make sure they didn’t get too far away.

His eyelight was huge, warm in his socket and intense in its gaze. “wait.”

... He suddenly didn’t sound so nervous. Or... look so nervous. He drew a bit closer, and your breath caught in your throat.

“Oh,” you felt your heart rate pick up again, at his proximity. Did you forget something? “uhm...”

“... m’not... lettin’ you escape again.” He said, with a softly determined and unabashed look. “i like you. how you talk. and look.”

...

You went pink pink. Why... why did you like hearing that so much? The idea that he could want you around made your head buzz.

“I-I,” you so eloquently declared, brain running on fumes. “I also... like how you talk and look.”

...

If his smile was anything to go by, despite your fear he'd be let down by your brainless response... he apparently really, really liked that reaction.

“could... i, mh... ... your number?”

[zaltynn-alt2]

[i love it when paps carries sans :3c]

[fun fact, this is actually a re-draw from years ago]

[omg how much my style has changed,,,]

[despite everything, it's still you!]

[notedchampagne]

for me, i am always happy to see au's that stray very far from canon, so long as the author can reasonably sell me on it.

an example that comes to mind is entity aligments from tma. in one tma fic where gerry is the archivist, there was corruption!sasha and slaughter!martin. these built on their existing personalities and made sense in the narrative given!

in conclusion i won't say 'he wouldn't fucking say that' unless no good explanation is given

i can see that! im cool with aus and personality changes as long as im able to track the way these characters change and how the author makes it so

for example if someone wrote a modern day au where they were in a modern ninth cult, but harrows parents had put ortus in charge before killing themselves for some reason -> harrow canonically holds a deep respect for her parents and i think it would be interesting to explore how this respect might clash with her perception of ortus, as well as her acknowledgement of failure to die meaning her parents never intended ortus to hold superiority over her, and then you get to see another strange guardianship dynamic in tlt. of course youd have to ask "why the fuck would they leave ortus in charge why wouldnt ortus just leave if he could" etc etc but i can SEE what the author is exploring and walk with them

i get more frustrated when i dont see the whys and hows because then they just start to seem like different people. i used to be in the undertale fandom but ran out when it started overloading with aus upon aus, because i couldnt get Why people were changing the characters so drastically simply because theyre like. swapped 3 times and inverted. that is no longer papyrus that is processed paper. anyway

[popatochisssp]

So since Carmine is a smol man (affectionate) and you said he really likes physical affection, how does he feel about being picked up? (By s/o or Tank or whoever)

Carmine (Underfell Fruition Sans) is not opposed!

(For context of sizing, with static heights, Carmine is 5'0" even, and Tank is a solid 7'3". With relative heights, Carmine has an inch on you and Tank has two feet and four inches on you)

Generally, he prefers to do most of his getting around independently—there was a damn long while where he wasn’t walking, or running, or even standing, and he’s put a lot of work into making all that happen again—so if he can do it, he wants to.

That said, in the process of that, he’s gotten pretty pragmatic about his limitations, and if there’s something he can’t do himself, he’ll take the helping hand.

Tank (Underfell Fruition Papyrus) was a huge (pun intended) help when Carmine was more unsteady, but even now that he’s up and running at peak capacity, it’s not uncommon for him to get picked up here and there, and he’s pretty used to it. Whenever he’s too short to see something, or he’s overloaded on magic, or he just happens to be in the way, Tank will come along and scoop him and Carmine probably won’t even stop running his mouth long enough to acknowledge it.

He might shut up for a second if it happens to be his partner doing the scooping…but only for a second, and then he’s undoubtedly leaning into them and flirting his smug little face off, as casually as he would from the ground.

Just couldn’t keep your hands off him, huh? Had to take him into your arms and bring him with ya? Well of course, you’re welcome to, he’s aware of the effect he has on people, comes with the territory of being such hot, hot stuff… 😩

………And if you don’t want to drop him after that, well he doesn’t mind being carted around for a bit, as long as he does get put back down eventually. 😉

[beryllineart]

uncle gaster??? i dontbthink ive heard of this au, or ive been in hiatus for too long

I've only mentioned the idea once, but it has been living rent-free in my head for a long time. Prepare for a ramble.

Gaster is distanced from his family and has thrown himself into his work at the Lab. He isn’t happy, but at least he’s content with the way things are, and has no interest in changing things. Even when he hears that his older sister, Dana (full name Verdana) has fallen down, he hardly reacts.

A few days/weeks? later, Gaster hears a knock on the door. It’s Sans (9) and Papyrus (4). Apparently Dana wanted Gaster to take care of her sons when she passed away. Is Was she crazy? Gaster doesn’t know how to take care of a couple of kids, and he doesn’t want to, especially a couple of kids that look so much like his dead siblings. He moved to Snowdin to get away from those feelings of guilt, regret, anger and grief. These boys aren’t exactly helping in that respect.

Sans isn’t enthusiastic either. His mom died, so now he has to uproot his entire life, move away from all of his friends, etc and move to Snowdin to live with this grouch. And so. Many. Rules. Is this because of his 1 hp? Ugh, he hates being restricted just because he’s a bit more fragile than most monsters are. As a result, he gets a little rebellious, which leads to even greater friction between Sans and Gaster.

Papyrus is more okay with this turn of events since he’s young, but he’s adjusting too. Being in a new place is scary, and it doesn’t really sink in that he’s never going to see his mother again until he has a nightmare and she… isn’t there? She isn’t there to help him get back to sleep or to tell him that everything is all right, and that really puts a damper on his optimism. Also, Sir Snuggles is canon in this universe. I’m considering giving him a cameo in all of my universes because I grew attached to him (I'm a sucker for stuffed animals), but Papyrus tends to wander off and he gets lost at some point in the story, so Sir Snuggles is a clue to where he went.

Eventually they start to become a family. Sans opens up to Gaster about some of his doubts and fears, and Gaster comforts him because hey, he had the same fears when he was young too. And Papyrus is a little ray of sunshine that Gaster can’t help but get attached to. Their similarities to his siblings starts to become a blessing rather than a curse. Uncle Gaster has a lot of similarities to Ebenezer Scrooge, I’m realizing.

There is a lot more to this AU, but that's the basic premise. I'm willing to answer more questions and do some more doodles, but I already feel like I overloaded this post a bit, sorry. Of course, I can't help but overshare, so I'll provide a few more fun facts under the cut.

Dana's passing was not a surprise. She was sick for two years before she fell down. She actually went all the way to Snowdin when she was diagnosed in hopes of mending broken relationships with her brother. He wasn’t around, but luckily it wasn’t a complete waste of time…

Some doodles to show the other little secrets of this AU.

And finally, the theme of this story is "Memory."

[sugarlemon9196]

*Bonely Hearts Club

(Sans x reader)

okay so like,, this has been in my drafts FOREVER and i finally decided to post it :3 hope you guys like it!! (idk if anyone else loves lazybones like i do but here we go) **warning:** fluff overload, some angst if you squint, and lots of bad skeleton puns lol

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You were walking through Snowdin, the soft crunch of snow under your boots. It was freezing, but you kinda liked it—the cold air made everything feel sharper, clearer. But there was one reason you were out here, half-frozen: **Sans**.

You knew he’d be at his usual spot, right by Grillby’s, probably napping or just *existing* in that effortlessly lazy way he did. Honestly, the guy could make anything seem like the chillest thing in the world, and you kinda… admired that? Like, how did he not stress about *anything*?

As you turned the corner, there he was, leaning against the wall with his hands in his hoodie pockets, blue hoodie slightly crooked as always. He spotted you right away, his eye lights glowing softly under the shadow of his hood.

“hey, (y/n),” he called out, his voice lazy but with that low, rumbling warmth that always made your stomach do *weird* things. “what’s up? out here to enjoy the weather? or just freezin' your soul off for fun?”

You rolled your eyes but smiled anyway, walking over to him. “Maybe I just wanted to see you, Sans. Ever think of that?”

He grinned, sharp and mischievous. “heh, don’t go flatterin’ me now. i might get too big of a head. or, well…” He tapped his skull with a bony finger. “...ya know.”

You laughed, the sound escaping before you could stop it. He always knew how to make you smile, even if the jokes were the most ridiculous things ever.

You leaned against the wall beside him, your shoulder brushing against his arm. “So, what have you been up to today?”

Sans shrugged, his eyes half-lidded. “eh, y'know. the usual. napping, dodging work, givin’ papyrus a hard time. he’s out there tryin’ to ‘capture humans’ and stuff. i’m just tryin’ to keep my cool, stayin' bone-chill, y’know.”

Another eye-roll. You’d gotten used to the puns by now. *Mostly.*

“Anyway,” you said, hugging yourself against the cold, “what about you? Just standing here all day, waiting for someone to bring you a hot chocolate or something?”

Sans chuckled, his breath coming out as a soft cloud in the cold air. “you know me too well, (y/n). but nah, just... hangin' around. thought i'd be ‘boneheaded’ and keep the snowdin vibe going.” He paused, then nudged your arm lightly. “what about you, kid? what brings you out here in this freezing cold? lookin’ for some quality time with your favorite skeleton?”

Your cheeks flushed, but you hoped the cold would cover it up. You glanced away, biting your lip. “Maybe,” you mumbled. “I just like hanging out with you.”

Sans turned his head, and for a moment, you thought he was about to laugh or crack another joke, but his grin softened just a bit. His voice lowered, a bit more serious than usual.

“heh. well, i guess i like hangin’ out with you too, (y/n).”

Your heart skipped a beat at that. *Was he being serious?* It was always hard to tell with Sans—half the time, he was joking or brushing things off like nothing mattered, but every now and then, he’d drop these little moments of honesty that hit you like a ton of bricks.

You shivered, suddenly more aware of the cold pressing into your skin, and Sans seemed to notice. He glanced down at you, his grin flickering into something more thoughtful.

“yo, you’re freezin’, kid. c’mere.”

Before you could respond, Sans stepped closer, lifting an arm and wrapping it around your shoulders. His hoodie smelled like the faintest trace of magic, mixed with the coolness of Snowdin’s air. It was surprisingly warm, though, and you found yourself leaning into him without really thinking about it.

“better?” he asked, his voice still casual, but there was something... softer in it.

You nodded, feeling your face heat up even more. "Yeah. Thanks, Sans."

For a minute, neither of you said anything, just standing there in comfortable silence as the snow continued to fall around you. You could hear the faint sound of Papyrus’ voice in the distance, probably lecturing some poor monster about spaghetti or puzzles.

Eventually, Sans broke the quiet, his voice quieter than usual. “y’know, i don’t really let a lot of people get close to me, (y/n).”

You looked up at him, surprised. That wasn’t something he usually said. “Why not?”

He shrugged, but you could tell it wasn’t his usual careless shrug. “it’s complicated. but... i guess what i’m tryin’ to say is... you’re different. i like havin’ you around. it makes things... a little less lonely, y'know?”

Your heart fluttered, and you felt your breath catch in your throat. Did he just…?

You turned toward him, feeling bold despite the way your heart was racing. “I like being around you too, Sans. A lot.”

He looked at you for a second, and his grin widened, but this time it wasn’t a teasing one. It was softer, warmer.

“heh. guess that makes us a pretty bonely pair, huh?”

You groaned, but your smile wouldn’t leave. “You’re the worst.”

Sans laughed, the sound making your chest warm despite the cold. “yeah, but ya love it, don’tcha?”

You couldn’t help but nod, smiling as you leaned into him a little more. And, for the first time, Sans didn’t crack a joke. Instead, he just held you there, the both of you standing together as the snow fell softly around you, content in the quiet warmth of each other’s company.

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Let me know what you think! :3 Should I write more parts?? :D

[dreamweave01]

Hey, look at this little Dalretune Oneshot I found in my drive! :D

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“I don’t believe you.”

Sans laughed, leaning back on the headrest of the well worn leather couch.

“It’s true,” he argued, hands behind his head in his normal, lazy demeanor.

Sans was under the illusion that he could convince Frisk that he had started a collection of rubber balls in the first grade, adding more to his stash with each year that passed by, never getting rid of a single one. 

The problem was, by Frisk’s calculations and by the sheer number their old friend was hinting at, that would mean Sans had somehow managed to hold onto hundreds and hundreds of bouncing rubber balls, which was just. . . absurd. Papyrus would never have let his brother store something like that in the house. It was ridiculous.

Frisk shook their head. They would believe it when they saw it.

“Prove it.” They demanded.

Sans hesitated, glancing to the side before shrugging, shooting the human a wink as he hopped up from where he sat.

“If you say so, pal.”

Frisk stood up as well as he began to head towards the stairs, leading them to his bedroom.

He opened the door, revealing the usual scuttled mess his room was rendered, truly the one area Papyrus had no hope of organizing.

Sans approached the door of his closet, then paused, turning to face Frisk.

“You sure you’re up for this?” He asked, giving them an ominous look, “You might get. . . ‘swept away.’”

Frisk crossed their arms, giving Sans an all too familiar look of determination. He chuckled, shrugging again, then stepped to the side, clearing the way for Frisk to open the door.

Tentatively, they reached for the handle, opening the closet a fraction of an inch before the rest of the door was shoved open by an immense tidal wave of rainbow colors and balls of all sizes, overloading Frisk’s sight as well as their balance, pushing them over where the balls made them skid across the floor to the other side of the room like a water slide.

They tried to stand up, but failed with all the tiny balls under foot rolling beneath them. 

Sans was doubled over from laughter. Clearly, his prank had gotten the affect he had been looking for.

“Heh, guess I should’a warned you,” he said, wiping a tear from his eye, “you were 'bound' to 'have a ball.'”

Frisk pouted. They were not amused.

He walked up to them, careful to avoid his expansive collection scattered across the carpet. He held out a hand to help Frisk up, but when they took it, they pulled him down to the ground, where he landed on a mountain of balls with a big "umph!"

He sat up abruptly, and the two made a moments eye contact before busting up in a fit of laughter. 

Friends would be friends, but little did Sans know, he was about to have a bad time.

For the prank wars had just begun.

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Gotta love best buds :)

They're not dating at this point in the story, but it still fun hehe.

I remember watching this video where it was a bunch of rubber balls bouncing down the streets of this town, and I immediately thought of this scenario lol.