#sf pap comforts his s/o when they're sad

[nighttimelights-prompted]

Could you write a scenario about SF Papyrus smothering his sad S/O in affection.

(i’ve been gone for far longer than i ever wanted or could be happy about, but i hope this little prompt for my return is comforting in some way.

He found you on the roof.

It was your favorite hideaway - you always felt it seemed too dramatic, even for only being the second story. But with easy enough access from your bedroom window, and the privacy afforded by it being on the rear half of the house, sometimes you couldn’t resist. Sometimes the world just felt like it was smothering you, and the open night sky that stretched above you when you laid on your back up there eased a little of the twisting tension in your chest.

“huh. guess the weatherman was wrong after all.”

You jolted up slightly at Russ’ voice rumbling behind you. With twist of your body and a messy shake of your hair, you were looking up into the soft yet too-sharp eyelights of your boyfriend - bonefriend, bonebae, any number of names fit the bill, really - with an attempt of a playful glare falling woefully short. You let your expression fall into one of waiting curiousity, knowing that the punchline was-

“might have a bone t’ pick with him. said that it’d be clear, but it’s looking a little cloudy right here over my sweetheart.”

A half-laugh turned flustered intake of air brought a ghost of a smile to your face at last. His grin pulled pleased as he dropped to sit behind you, his hands untucking from his pockets to pull your back to his chest, and you fell into his embrace with quiet relief, even if his arrival and sweet jokes had not been able to wash you free of whatever this was hanging heavy in you.

… Even with his presence, quiet and sturdy behind you, the tension was growing again in your chest. It was brewing hot and prickly and rising more and more. Trying to choke it back down with a clenched jaw, your eyes screwed shut, the distant stars far away too clouded by a burning wetness that gathered in your eyes.

Russ’ arms tightened around you. His chin rested on top of your head, and you felt a gentle rumbling through his chest as he pulled you closer against him. He was humming a soft, low tune, a lullaby that you had heard him humming before, almost too sad to be calming but more lovely for it. In his voice it sounded like the ancient song of a sailor looking to the too-distant sea, a promise of tales older than memory finding it’s winding way to you, down to your soul.

The tears rolled down your face now. Your hands clutched at his arms as you shook, crying quietly.

“deep under the mountain cold,the rivers wind with tales of oldthe distant fire sweepscalling souls to coreto find their heart’s stronghold…”

His hands slipped along your arms, and with little effort he lifted you until you sat fully in his lap, your head finding its place easily in the crook of his neck as your arms circled around him under his jacket. His head nestled close to yours in turn, and you found your lungs once more as you inhaled his soft scent of clove cigarettes and whiskey and pine and maple syrup. One of his hands slipped through your hair, a soothing presence that massaged steady silent promises against your aching head. His other arm circled you, holding you closer yet, grounding you in your tears and wild sea of broken-through emotions as he continued singing to you.

“the ground shakes yet far above,ancient water tortured fond of.we wait deep belowfallen but yet ‘live,greater called in sought of love.”

Your breathing slowed as he hummed onwards, the ache in your chest soothed at the gravel-soft slip of his voice. Shaky, too soft for anyone not as close as he was to hear, you began to hum along with him.

His hand stilled in your hair, but his voice didn’t waver.

His mouth pressed against your forehead as he tilted his face to press against you, the strength of his voice buzzing soft against your skin, and you felt as if his magic was wrapping around you just in the way his voice rumbled through his chest and against you pressed against him. Something in the haunting and bittersweet tune of the song, hummed with him, was relieving… a lot of it. It hurt, stars did it hurt, but…

“… you’ve always been a fighter,” his voice came then, his humming soft, but his teeth still pressed to your forehead. You stopped humming too, pressing just a bit closer to him. A pleased sound rumbled in him for a moment, almost too quiet to hear. “… not in… the usual way. in the quiet way. you always… persevere. sweet, and ready, and bearing too much, as always,” he murmured. His hand lifting to your chin gently lifted your gaze to his.

It was intense, and admiring… and deep within it, you almost caught… anger. Not at you - you knew him too well to think that.

“It’s not… it’s fine,” you said quietly, wincing internally at the cliche line even as his expression shifted. “That is… it will be fine, I mean…”

“it will. but that doesn’t mean it can’t feel like too much in the meantime, darlin’.”

Your breath caught in your throat as you felt the tears catch at your eyes again.

Russ’ thumb brushed away the tears at one eye, letting his words settle in you, an all-too-knowing look to the shine of his eyelights.

You hugged him harder and closed the last of the distance between you, pressing your lips to his mouth despite your fresh tears.

“Thank you,” you murmured, not willing to break the kiss to say it. You angled slightly, pulling him closer.

His hand swept along your jaw gently, returning your kiss tenfold and anchoring you in the thrum of his protective magic ghosting over his bones and echoing deep within his chest, his soul calling to yours in comfort and love.

[nightshade-imagines]

Hi again! Heard your askbox was empty? How bout this for UF!Sans, US!Pap & SF!Pap: S/O is a person who's very affectionate when ther loved ones are sad, often giving out hugs for comfort. But they seem to have trouble asking for affection when they're sad - instead they just hug themself quietly. It seems natural, like they've gone their entire life just comforting themselves. What do the boys do when they realize this, if they do?

Here comes the fluff!

♥UF Sans: He actually really loves your affection but he would never admit it. When Red realizes what’s going on with you he gets it. You're one of the first people to actually put effort into making sure that he’s happy an he loves you so much for it, so there is no way he’s going to let this stand. He’s an little awkward at first but like I said before he’s surprisingly good at comforting people. He will start out asking you what’s wrong, but if your just depressed and if it’s not something he can easily help you with then he’s going to get really cuddly. He’ll wrap you in a blanket burrito even if you protest and carry you to the couch. From there he’ll bring you all of your favorite snacks and cuddle you into oblivion, while nuzzling into you neck.

♥US Papyrus: Stretch loves how affectionate you are towards him and others and feels terrible when he finds out that you’ve never had anyone to comfort you when you’re feeling down. Growing up he always had his brother Blueberry who was always really happy to help put a smile back on someone’s face. Like Red, if you’re sad about something that he can’t actively help you with he goes into comforting mode. Stretch is really smooth about the whole endeavor and takes things slow. He’ll wrap his arms around you and rub your back (this may lead into a full blown message) until you’re feeling better. Once you’ve calm down he’ll use his magic to put you to sleep. You can see a slight whisp coming from his right eye and it feels like you’re being enveloped in a warm cloud, he’ll whisper for you to just let go, and that you deserve a little rest. Soon you’re fast asleep in his arms and it’s one of the most pleasant you’ve had in a long time. Expect similar treatment next time you’re sad as well.

♥SF Papyrus: He always easily overwhelmed my how affectionate and carrying that you are, he just really doesn’t think he deserves it. When he sees that you’re sad he immediately goes into loyal dog mode. He nuzzles up to you and let’s out a small whine before wrapping you in his jacket and picking you up. He takes you to bed and smothers you in pillows and blankets all while not yet leaving his arms. Any protests that you’re really fine will be met with kisses and tickling until you give in, he can tell that you’re not. He’ll then ask you if you want to talk about it, if you say yes he’ll listen and do his best to help, and if you says no he’ll understand and go back to cuddling you. Rus also ends up using his magic to help you fall asleep and he’s going to do his best make sure that you never have to deal with problems like this alone ever again.

[enchanted-flowers]

I just had an idea. What if we took UT & UF Sans, then US & SF Pap. They're the main 4 that are usually into Science or know about the alternate universes. What if they were working on something and the s/o walked in or were helping the skele with it and the s/os of the 2 Sans got swapped and the s/os of the 2 Paps got swapped. That would be interesting and probably pretty confusing for everyone involved. Cause the s/os are gonna be like why is everything so edgy/not edgy all of a sudden. (P1)

I’m always a slut for the multiverse! 

Okay, just for clarification.... UT sans react to an UF s/o and vice versa, US paps react to an SF s/o and vice versa. 

Just thought I’d mention, this ask calls for some description of S/O’s personality, and as you all know, my headcanons try to keep it as ambiguous and non descriptive as possible so the reader could project themselves onto it. Because I can’t exactly do that with this ask, I’m going to match some of S/O’s personality to the nature of the universe. 

Undertale Sans

Classic is....hella annoyed...and hella turned on...? Like, okay, you need to chill and stop your Edgy McGee shit you’ve got going on and your screaming and threats isn’t going to get you home any faster. But also, he never knew you could be so dangerous and some twisted part of him is a little excited by that. He wonders if he kisses you it’d be considered cheating. I mean, you’re still technically you...just from a different universe? It’s a bit confusing. 

It takes him several days to fix the machine and you are adamant about not being cooped up hidden away somewhere, so Sans lets you roam, on the condition that you act like his version of you and don’t let anyone catch on the fact that you’re from somewhere else. That...does not go well.  You’re rude, aggressive, and extremely jumpy to anyone that isn’t Sans or Papyrus. In fact, you seem to be interested to Papyrus the most, calling him “smol” and an “angel”. You follow him around with awe and you’re even outright over protective of him. 

Still he’s wary and keeps an eye on you until he gets you back home. No offense, but you’re not really his type. 

Underfell Sans

You’re just so...soft. Like, is this really you? An alternative version of you? He won’t hurt you of course, but Red gets so frustrated by your lack of self defense and toughness. He doesn’t know how long it’ll take to bring you back home, but if you’re going to survive in Underfell, you’re going to need to learn how to Fight instead of Mercy. Despite his frustration though, he can’t help but want to protect you all the time and just be around you. It’s not like he isn’t that way with his version of you, but he knows that his version can handle themself, but you can’t. 

Red tries to keep you hidden, but like his version, you get antsy when you stay in one spot too long, so he takes you out every now and then, but always stay by your side. Sometimes he wonders if you’d be up for a threesome with him and his version of you. He daydreams about it a lot in fact, and once, he even tried to put the moves on you, though you shot him down right away. He guesses that you’re in a relationship with your version of himself too. 

Either way, he’s getting you home no matter what. Even if his version is aggressive, sarcastic, and rude, they’re still his and he misses them. He won’t tell anyone this, but he might even miss you when you’re gone. You’re so different from everyone else here, it’s sad to see you go. But you must and he’ll deal with it. 

Underswap Papyrus

Please....stop trying fight him all the time. Or his brother. No, he’s not going to have sex with you. Please. Stop hitting on him. Or his brother. Stretch figured out that your universe must be darker than his, considering your personality and attitude, but you need to chill. You’re high strung and ansty, the complete opposite of his relaxed version and for some reason, you have this Royalty Complex where you subtly treat everyone like they’re beneath you. He could already tell that you would not get along with his friends. 

Yet beneath all that, you’re kind, Stretch could see it in you. Even if you’re kind of a pain in the ass, he has a soft spot for those moments where you help Blue train or help him relax when he’s working too hard on trying to get you back home. He comes home one day, and finds you crying in his bed, hugging your knees to your chest. Stretch can’t stand to see any version of you cry so he goes to comfort you, but you push him away, sobbing about how he makes it worse because he’s just like your version of him and that hurts. Stretch leaves you alone from now on, but he works his ass off to get you back to your universe. 

Not going to lie, Stretch is going to miss you when you leave. Despite being super edgy, you’re pretty much the same as his version, well, you two are the same people anyway. But before you leave, he plants a chaste kiss on your lips and tells you to take care of yourself. 

Swapfell Papyrus

Rus does not like you. Okay, well, he likes you because you’re an alternate version of his S/O, but it’s complicated. Whenever he’s around you, all he wants is his version back, you’re too nice to him and it’s been awhile since he’s the one who has to be the one in charge and figure out what to do. He’ll still protect you with his life though, because a part of him does love you. But he also doesn’t want you to be here. Like I said, it’s very complicated for him. 

Despite being from a pacifist universe, you actually get along very well with the people of Swapfell. Even Black has taken a liking to you because of your flexibility and your willingness to adapt to your environment. Black likes that about you, especially since it’s not something his version can do so easily. Rus allows you to cuddle with him, especially when you’re feeling homesick, but it makes him feel hollow, because you don’t carry the same love for him his version has, it’s not the same. 

Despite his feelings about you, Rus is glad to have met you in the end, but you need to leave so he could have his version of you back as soon as possible.