#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. 

[jiraixprincess]

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[capricioussun]

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.

--

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?”

[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

[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!]

[zuzuelectricbugaloo]

Crepic: Letters

Chapter 3: White Noise

Rating: Teen

Pairing: Cross/Epic

Cw: In the beginning, Epic has panic attack, Cross is wounded and implied to be killed and brought back to life. In the middle Epic has a brief mental breakdown, and at the end, child endangerment and abuse with Epictale Papyrus

Word Count: 4, 380

Sans knows he has to respond to the letter, but the sudden panic at the thought of Gaster’s interference, albeit an alternate version of him, was enough to trigger his recently acquired LV. It’s like he’s been dunked in ice, his mana burning from the sheer, freezing intensity of the Eye’s power surging and overloading his innate mainframe of magic.

Everything is too fast and too slow at once. His Soul pounding and ramming against his ribs hard enough to bruise. And his breathing is far too fast and ragged while he frantically tries to still his hysterical Soul.

If he thought the Eye replacing his eyelight had hurt, then this was sheer unadulterated agony. The air he breathed as he desperately panted and gasped for air, the tightening in his chest, the feeling spreading through his body, magic going haywire to protect him from the unknown threat, everything was so much TOO MUCH he was freezing someone please help him—!

Pain exploded from the right side of his skull and half of his body as stars swam in his blackened vision. The Eye was so cold it burned and his hands scrabbled to his socket and skull in hopeless attempts to rip the damned thing out of him.

Grey, rough tiles of polyester reflected his glowing form back at him, Oh, he was on the floor. That explained his body aching. But then why was everything spinning? An indecipherable vortex of colors bursting and sparking like tiny little fireworks whose minuscule explosions blasted in his mind.

His mind ringing and drowning out his anguished screams and broken, wet sobs as his terror grew as he realized he was fading into unconsciousness.

NO! He can’t, he can’t fall asleep! He can’t—he doesn’t want to see those horrible things!

They’d kill him again and again and there wasn’t anything he could do please no. The black slowly crawled towards him, the swirling vortex of color fading to grey as it closed in on him.

No

No

NO

NO

HE NEEDS TO STAY AWAKE

STAY

AWA—

The lights went out.

Black. Everything was black.

Wherever he turned, there was no light, only the endless, indescribable Void. And yet…this didn’t feel exactly like the Void. But something else. His boots made no sound as he walked and he could feel his skull as it tilted side to side, but his surroundings remain indiscernible.

The sensation is strange. It’s like he’s floating, like he’s watching someone else move and control his body and he’s just the passenger looking in with how disconnected he feels from it all. And through the darkness, memories float pass him like leaves in the wind. His own voice echoes from afar, somewhere.

We worked so hard everyday.

Standing side by side with Papyrus, proud through all the scorn, the disdain, the remarks both physical and verbal that he would never be good enough, smart enough, tough enough, from their father and yet he made it. He protected his best friend. He was there for Frisk through it all. Because no matter what anyone said about him being such a failure or mistake, at least he knew his best friend thought he was fine as he is. And if the ones he cherished most thought Sans was good enough, then surely he must be.

He had a brother and friends who loved him, who cared about him, and a sister in all but magic and dust who cared for him. Stopping their father from going too far and helping him with homework when he struggled with his education. The tension between monsters and humans made life uncertain, and uneasy, but…

We had to grow up so fast, but we could still enjoy our lives.

Even that obnoxious robot had his moments. They might fight and disagree about a lot. They all came together to protect each other, to stand by one another no matter what.

We learned to work together and smile despite the circumstances. To find a reason to be happy and fight for a better world. We met many people, monsters and humans, and we became one huge family.

Sans thought similar to how the legend of monsters sealed Underground was a tale long told, his life was also a story. One with so many pages left unturned and events yet to be transcribed. The ink of the past had long dried while he continued to write.

Everything seemed to be getting better. Their father was kinder he wasn’t really around, he was an esteemed member of the Guard, Frisk was out of the strange funk he’d been in and had even gone for ice cream with Muffet and let her ruffle his hair, and although he was still woefully single, his penpal made his days all the more richer just by him being there.

Although he didn’t know the end to his story, he felt confident that it was headed towards a happy ending. The Unknown was a terrifying concept, to not know where you’re headed or what lies in store. But he’d thought it was like a present box. He’d have to wait before he could open it and find out. All the same, he’d thought his life was a gift. That he’d find his purpose, his meaning, his sense of self one day and make his world better for himself and for the ones he cared about.

“I’m so happy living this story!” That’s what I thought…

Onyx surrounding him as hues of gray and crimson slammed into him and the world tilted on its axis.

He struggled to his feet, fist clenching by his side as his hand pressed into the pain blooming across his skull and—wet?

Red, red, red, dripping down his ivory skull and pooling on a ground of vanta black.

But I was wrong.

His eyes had scrunched in pain. When he opened them, the black had faded to the outskirts of his vision. A small figure— a human? — in the center with a blade dripping red.

Uncomprehending, he stared, then glanced at his hand. His eyelights shrunk and his slashed zygoma burned.

“Yes…” he hadn’t realized they’d gotten closer until they were standing in front of him, the human’s head reaching his chest as they pressed the tip of their blade against his turtleneck. “Try to remember Sans.” Remember what? Though their voice was strangely familiar, Sans didn’t recognize this tiny human at all. “I swear, if your stupid mind keeps trying to forget…”

Their eyes meet his, and Sans feels a cold tingle travel up his spine. A round, cherubic face, but those eyes. Black with only his irises shining through. His senses were screaming at him to get away as adrenaline coursed through his chilled blood.

Human…human eyes weren’t supposed to be like that. It was wrong. It was wrong it was wrong it was wrong SOMETHING IS WRONG

“…We’ll have to meet in real life. I’ll make you suffer. Slowly. And only when I’m satisfied will I let you die.”

Sans knew only one thing for certain. His body couldn’t move, but his jaw slowly parted, “You’re n-not Frisk.”

They he laughed. The sound landed on his bones like freezing waves of water slamming against his brittle body. “Hahahaha! Maybe I’ll let you keep this up a while longer, I already know we’ll be best friends soon! Speaking of Frisky,” the child spun his blade, now a solid red as it burned with determination, in his hands before it sliced through the air too fast and somehow too slow all at once. “You should keep your eye socket on him!”

The blade slammed into his skull—

He awoke with a strangled scream in his through as his hands flew to his skull, breathing harsh and ragged as his body trembled and he felt around with shaking phalanges to staunch the flow of blood.

But there was nothing. No scar, no injury, and no red.

San’s didn’t understand. Hadn’t he just been dreaming about—he paused. He couldn’t remember. What didn’t he remember? It had felt so real, and a nagging feeling in his nonexistent gut itched at him that it was something very important, something he needed to know.

Sweat trickles down the sides of his skull and his clothes feel far too tight and sticky. He pushes the covers off and shakily stumbles to the bathroom shower whilst his agitated magic pours out as blistering heat radiating off of his bones.

The cold shower helped but he could still feel the phantom pain of something slicing through his bone like butter. His claw was constantly rubbing his face to both prove nothing was there and to see if something would suddenly appear.

He’s not sure what’s bothering him this badly. The memory slips from his mind like the shifting sand in an hourglass. Yet the phantom memory of it haunts him even as he goes about his usual routine. His hands tremble the entirety of the time he washes the dishes, the soapy gloves shaking and the plates slipping out his hold, or when he did the laundry and tried to prep dinner.

And then when he’d tried to clean his armor, and went to patrol with Papyrus and Frisk…

The sheer fear and loathing that had consumed him at the mere sight of the human terrified him.

These strange feelings of resentment and fear had been growing and he can’t remember didn’t understand why. He didn’t want to tell Papyrus, his brother shouldn’t have to worry about him any more than he already did. Their father never appreciated talking about these things in the past and likely wouldn’t now. And Alphys…

Well. Whatever haunted the lizard monster enough for her eyes to always be dull and empty for as long as he’d known her, it would be selfish of him to bother her.

That left his penpal. Already, the mere thought of conversing with his friend eased some of the tension around his soul. But he had yet to receive a letter from him. It’s been almost a month since they’ve last talked and Sans hopes he’s okay, his soul fluttering and tightening in his chest as he gnaws on the inside of his mouth.

The next few days with no letter in sight makes the worry in his chest grow to the point that he often circles back to his room to check his desk at least once every hour. Papyrus had yelled at him to stop burning a hole in the carpet with all his pacing, but he just couldn’t help himself. He was worried about his friend.

What if something happened to him? What if he didn’t want to talk to Sans anymore?

A sharp stab of pain in his soul at the thought of a shadowed figure turning away and leaving him behind. He tried to reassure himself even as his Soul continued to race. His friend wasn’t like that at all. He knew deep in his bones even if they’d never met face to face, that whoever his penpal was, he was a good person. He wouldn’t abandon Sans for no reason.

When he’d returned from the bathroom while brushing his teeth to check his desk, he nearly swallowed his toothbrush from the white of the envelope sitting innocently on his desk appeared before him.

Sans ran so fast and suddenly the toes of his feet scuffed into the floor and he tumbled over. Righting himself up with an embarrassed blush Sans all but tore apart the envelope in his haste to open it. His eyelights flying across the page with his Soul pounding beneath his ribcage as he read.

WHATEVER YOU DO, YOUR GASTER CAN’T KNOW ABOUT THESE LETTERS

If he’s nearby, destroy it. Yeet the pod into the Void or chuck it right into the Core, doesn’t matter. But whatever you do GASTER CAN’T KNOW

I know it’s asking a lot of you to trust someone you’ve never even met but buddy, please. PLEASE. Trust me. Don’t let him see.

Hell, if he’s anything like my d like my coworker is, if he learns about this he they always push too far, take everything WAY TOO FAR

PLEASE

Trust anyone else with this knowledge. But NOT. HIM

Please, buddy. I don’t want him to hurt you.

Please, trust me.

Please

Sans’s bones rattled as his thoughts raced. This wasn’t like his penpal at all. No greeting, no goodbye. His handwriting was messier, too, scribbled frantically by trembling hands desperate to bring the words needed to life and hanging on by a thread.

His thoughts raced far too fast for him to fixate on just one. Why was his friend so fearful of XGaster? Sure, his father hadn’t been the best father to him and Papyrus growing up, but…He hadn’t hit disciplined them that often he neglected them. And it wouldn’t have hurt for him to be more open with his emotions. But his friend seemed terrified.

Although Sans didn’t mostly believe his dad would hurt his friend due to his knowledge of their correspondence, the last thing Sans wanted to do was worry his friend. His friend was clearly troubled and Sans was at a loss of how to help.

He never wished their friendship wasn’t long distance more than he did at that moment. What comfort could he possibly offer from afar, what good could his words do more than physical actions? Could he really make any difference? Sans stared down at the letter and thought about all the times his day had brightened once he’d heard back from his penpal. All the times he’d needed a good laugh or smile, he’d had their letters to pull out of his now favorite dresser drawer to read through and look forward to.

If he could make his friend even a little bit as happy as his penpal made him…

Sans straightened and his eyelights gleamed with determination.

He had a letter to write.

❄︎♒︎♏︎ □︎⧫︎♒︎♏︎❒︎ ♐︎●︎♋︎◻︎ □︎♐︎ ⧫︎♒︎♏︎ ♌︎◆︎⧫︎⧫︎♏︎❒︎♐︎●︎⍓︎❼︎⬧︎ ⬥︎♓︎■︎♑︎⬧︎

Sans wished the world would just stop. Months had passed, but those damn nightmares continued to haunt his exhausted mind. He’s lost track of how many times he’d died. And he knew he died, the CHECKs he made on himself with both his magic and machines confirmed that his dreamscape of horrors was real, at least in some way. The LV surging through his leylines and simmering in his mana was testament to this fact.

His grasp on reality was slipping out of control as his waking world blended, incongruous, with the night. Exhaustion was a weighted burden while his Soul screamed and beat frantically within his chest. Desperate for this to end, for him to stop feeling like he was dying all the time.

Sans couldn't take it anymore. His hands trembled as he sobbed, bitter laughter choked out of his throat, and his breath came in harsh, ragged gasps that sounded loud to his own mind as he screamed, broken and raw, into the silent forest. His phalanges dug into his eye socket, tugging at the scar he'd caused in a moment of complete and utter surrender.

The pain grounded him. The Eye buzzed angrily within its prison but too bad. If he had to suffer, so did that damn thing. Gradually, his breathing calmed. He didn’t have time to have another mental breakdown in the middle of Snowdin’s forest. Shakily, he stood on trembling legs as the world shifted and lurched as he stumbled forward. He didn’t have the mental capacity to shortcut just yet, walking would have to suffice for now until his head cleared and the world stopped spinning.

Yeah. He can’t fall apart. He had shit to do and a baby brother to take care of, a megalomaniac poor excuse for a father to stop from plunging monsterkind into mutually assured destruction amidst humanity, and…

Sans’s Soul calmed, glacial mana thawing as a letter surfaced in his mind’s eye. That’s right. His friend. He should receive a letter from him any day now.

Slowly, he breathed in and out, closing his eyes and ignoring his throbbing scar as he remembered the correspondence they’ve exchanged. Under his breath he murmured a few of his favorite jokes they’d shared and a snort escaped his notice when he recalled his friend’s crude drawings of various taco combinations he’d concocted (and failed) to bring to completion.

Sans took a slow, deep breath, and exhaled as he stopped, his boots crinkled in the snow. Papyrus was an observant little bugger for a babybones. He’d be distraught if Sans came back dead on his feet. He summoned his magic and answered the Call of the Void as he strolled through the infinite, uncomprehending darkness and ignored the yearning pull in his chest to remain within the abyss to push through to the light on the other side. Sans’s boots softly thudded against the familiar cement of the Royal Lab as his shortcut ended.

Heh, he couldn’t help but smile, small and tired but no less genuine, at the sight of an unopened envelope on his desk. His timing was impeccable as always.

He slumped into his chair and opened the envelope. Rubbing his eyes and gingerly pressing against the aching scarred socket as his agitated mana slowly returned to a more tolerable calm state.

He reads.

My Mysterious Penpal,

I give you my word and swear on my Soul I won’t tell XGaster about any of our letters. It pains me to think of you hurting and there’s nothing I can do, but if this promise eased your pain at least a little, then I hope I can alleviate some of the unknown burdens you carry. This is clearly important to you, and I will respect and honor your wishes.

I’m sorry for all the pain I've caused you this past month, that wasn't at all my intention. I’ve missed you the past month and hope you feel better soon. I understand it’s presumptuous and personal, but is there anything else troubling you in your life?

Sans paused to process that paragraph. It’d been a month for his penpal while a few had passed for him. A sure-fire indication of time dilation. How far ahead was his universe compared to his friend?

Sans poured through his schematics and flipped through the blueprints one after the other while his pen flew across the sidelines of the paper in his rapid fire calculations. Checking this, then that must mean—he alimented the sheets to his computer, his foot tapped the floor and he hummed in idle contemplation as he waited—and took out the returned papers to read through them.

“Quantum entanglement…exhibiting correlation instantaneous across universes…” Sans murmured under his breath, turning the papers over. “…challenges traditional notions of simultaneity,” he nodded his head. “Makes sense, time dilation relative to its individualistic universe.” He ran the numbers through his head, numbers and letters flying past in a blur comprehensible only to him with half life of muon and Lorenz factor. He thinks of the pod he’d created that traveled between their worlds. “Velocity approaches the speed of light, time dilation becomes increasingly significant.” No object could travel faster than the speed of light.

According to his schematics, Sans’s universe is roughly one decade ahead of his penpal’s. Time seemed to pass about twice as fast, given that it had been a month for his friend while for Sans it had been months.

He wondered how similar their worlds were, wondered if his friend’s life was a comedic tragedy given that’s how Sans’s seemed to be turning out. He hopes not, for his friend’s sake.

Sans had a Feeling. And whenever he had a Feeling, his gut was never wrong. They were in the Eye of the Storm, their lives one paradigm shift away from total collapse unto either blessed fortune or ruin. It was a coin toss on where they landed.

The Feeling continued to press down on him, an invisible, stifling, heavy thing.

If it helps any, I’ve also had a troubled time myself lately. Have you ever had any weird dreams about…about killing people? I…I’ve been having these nightmares, I think, and the ones I remember I think I hurt my best friend and he’s lying in front of me and he won’t move and it’s all my fault and I’m scared I’ve been getting them more and more lately and it’s starting to melt over into how I interact with him irl.

I don’t know what to do. I want it to stop. I’d never hurt him, I would never kill anyone, I swear! I don’t want — I just don’t know what to do. I want to go to sleep without fearing when I wake up that I’d become something I’m not and a person I don’t want to be. Does that make sense?

Sans hated it when he was right. Jeez, his poor friend…

I don’t mean to take away from your own pain at all, I thought maybe offering my own experience would be relatable? No that sounds bad sorry mierda hey uh, don’t, you’re kind of the only person I can talk to about these things, and I want you to know it’s a two-way street. I won’t dump all my problems on you, I just feel like I can trust you with these things and that you’re safe? Does that make sense?

You can tell me whatever and I want to help you, too, anyway I can. And if this is the only way, I’m here for you, friend.

Sincerely, Your Friendly Neighborhood Dude

Poor guy, sounds like he’s been having the same sleepless nights. It was comforting, in a way, to know he wasn’t the only one suffering all too realistic nightmares and that he could offer some comfort to his friend. No memes this time, his pal needed real help, and he was the only one to do it.

It was the least he could do for the person who was always there for him whenever he needed a break from it all. If he could be an escape for his friend, then that’s all he really wanted.

Sans slowly wrote, his mind in pace with his hands with every leisurely stroke across the page. Careful and precise to pour his Soul out to the other and let the letter soak up all the intent he had to help and how much he cared for his friend.

I know it’s scary, terrifying, even, to experience allathat. But one thing’s for sure: you’re not crazy.

Hyper-realistic dreams, and who’s to say they’re not real? Magic is a disparate blend between the reality we know and don’t. If something like the Void can exist, the limbo between reality and non existence where time and space are shred apart per particle movement, why can’t dreams, on some level, be the same?

Whether or not a dream is reflective of your life and what’s actually happened or is fantasized, it doesn’t take from the fact that it’s real to you. How you feel about the horrors you experienced is valid and you deserve to feel safe and cared for after what you’ve been through.

Heh, that’s Sans, alright. Always there for someone else. Why couldn’t someone be there for him?

….His penpal was…

Take care of yourself, bud. Really. I don’t know how to stop those nightmares of yours, but the best thing you can do is try and avoid dreaming at all. Pass the time with a videogame, an anime, a good book, something. You mentioned you have a younger brother right? You don’t have to tell him about your nightmares if you don’t want to, but he’s your family

Sans thought of Gaster. How he’d created Sans and a few years ago, Papyrus, for his own personal gain. His yet-to-be successful projects, test-tube babies.

Pathetic excuse for a monster…

You don’t have to tell him about your nightmares if you don’t want to, but he’s your family. If you can trust him even a little, let him in. He’s probably worried about you, and if he’s half the good brother you describe him to be, will do his best to support you.

To stop your nightmares, stop your dreams themselves. Find something to help pass the time and healthy ways to exhaust your mind and body so you can peacefully sleep.

I know this is a lot to go through all alone, and I appreciate you opening up to me and trusting me like this. Admittedly, it’s the same for me. You’re kind of my best friend, man, and your letters have helped me so much.

Thinking of his friend when he screamed into the forest was enough to pull him out of the familiar dark mental spiral he was sinking in. The biggest source of comfort in his effed up life, that’s what his penpal was.

Take care of yourself, because someone really cares about you.

Sincerely, Me.

Gentle fingers seal the letter and pod within the envelope before he sends it off. A tired but bright smile lighting up his exhausted face.

Until there’s a heavy, bulky hand on his shoulder that squeezed his cuff and filled his marrow with ice.

“It’s time, Sans.” Gaster speaks lowly with only a hint of excitement to his otherwise detached, droning monotone. Sans carefully turns his skull, eyelights landing over at the Determination Extraction machine, turned on and buzzing ominously with — his Soul went cold. No no no, no, not Paps! He was so small, he needed to be strapped to a booster seat, his tiny hands loose from the buckles that spanned his entire body. His baby brother cooed and babbled, eyelights wobbling as he tapped the glass and tried to call out for him strapped to a chair.

The infant sobbed with tears falling out his sockets as he frantically searched for him. Gurling nonsensical cries for help while Sans slowly rose to his feet and froze at the feeling of the hand upon his shoulder, squeezing him hard enough to make the trapped bone within his hold ache.

“Time to break the Barrier once and for all.”

[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.