#writefromtheheartandsoul

[joideka]

Finished commission for cupper_cee_prime-006 on Instagram! Made me work hard for the hair to come out nice

[undertale-fic-librarby]

Can you do reaper sans x reader, please?

Howdy, thanks for asking! Here are some fics that might fit what you're looking for!

Death's Door by ADumSpiroSpero (General Audiences, Complete)

A spooky halloween special. After signing up for a research study, you find yourself transported to an odd land.

Letters in the Fog by localnichewriter (Teen And Up, Complete)

What should you do when going through rough times? Your first instinct is to write half-poetic, half-emotional letters to Death itself. It responds.

Returning the Favor by writefromtheheartandsoul (Mature, Complete)

Never walk in the forest alone, was often the warning. Perhaps so, with the recent release of monsters terrific and horrifying from Mt, Ebott, intelligent yet as wild as the deep legends of the world. Curiosity isn’t often the issue, but acting upon it? Well, at least you satisfied its siren call.

Almost The End by LilianFlower (General Audiences, Complete)

It's been three years since the doctors had diagnosed you with an incurable disease, which they had not named since you are the first patient that had ever had it. Randomly, your body would start hurting all over, your eyes felt like they would be on fire, and your limbs felt like they were being torn off. You have endured the pain for a long time, and felt like it's almost the end. Sans x Reader fanfic

Cold tea by mmonniiieeee (General Audiences, Complete)

Reaper comforts reader who had a tough day

[writefromtheheartandsoul]

Forever alone...

Love is so important to me

My sign lives for it.

Yet here I am alone.

Everyone around me is happy

Finding someone to spend the rest of their life with

I lay here alone.

I am not one to chase,

But I am also not one to wait.

Love will come to me in time

That’s what I keep telling myself

I wait for him,

My one true love.

Things that only happen in fairytales.

I want those to be mine.

I want someone to wake up too and to be with.

To have and to hold forever…

On good days, bad days, and okay days.

But it appears that I am just

Forever alone.

[undertale-fic-librarby]

Hello! I hope you’ve had a wonderful day so far, if it’s okay, may I request some nightmare! Sans x reader fics? Maybe some that’s still currently on or complete? Completely fine if it isn’t, just looking for some fics about my favorite lil goopy skeleton.

Also remember to stay hydrated and get a good night sleep! I also want to take this chance to voice my appreciation for you and what you do, thank you for taking time of your day to help people find the docs they want! :D

Howdy, thanks for asking! Here are some fics that might fit what you're looking for!

The Monster Who Will Always Wait by writefromtheheartandsoul (Mature, Complete)

He waited for such a long time to repay a debt owed. His soul and heart were given to you in one brief encounter, and then he wishes to give you his duly owed affection. But you didn't remember the strange creature you had once found in the bottle long ago... Even once you remember, troubles still plague the soul as you struggle to see if your feelings are genuine, if he is someone you want to trust. Ah, but being lonely is such a terrible thing. ______ Please note this story contains mentions of kidnapping, tsunamis, falling, being underwater, fights, mentions of death, and being trapped, also Nightmare Sans. Read at your own discretion Finished 06/22/2024

Butterflies by BunnyBrea (General Audiences, Complete)

Nightmare takes a human prisoner to sustain his negativity, but when his brother, Dream, intervenes, they decide to make a bet. If Nightmare lets the human live in his castle without harm for a fortnight, Dream will never enter his realm again. It seems easy, but Dream knows something Nightmare doesn't. This human didn't feel dread or terror when she first met Nightmare. She had butterflies in her stomach. Could a little love help Nightmare find his way? Based on Disney's Beauty and the Beast.

Nightmare sans x Female reader by Foxyloves_reading (Teen And Up, Complete)

Y/n had a normal life before everything happened to her a good childhood until she turned 15 and then her mom and dad died coming home take a adventure as y/n survival of school bullies and work and a shadow creature wait WHAT find out more in Nightmare sans x reader but be careful they might become Yandere for you Please don't delete this book if you see a mistake please just translate it if there's no mistake please leave the book alone my first book might be Yandere nightmare book I don't know yet nightmare sans is Corporation in this book None of characters belong to me expect y/n

Dumb and Dumber by T3chn0 (Teen And Up, Complete)

You had no idea how you got into this situation.   All you had wanted to do today was to sit on the rooftop in peace, snacking on the pocky you had managed to snag from the vending machine after school and watch the sunset.  Instead, however, you became the witness of a cliche highschool confession by accident.

Nightmare Continued by MercyBought (Teen And Up, Complete)

Nightmare never expected to come across someone like you. He never expected to feel these feelings you've stirred in his SOUL either. He's determined to make you pay dearly for it.

[joideka]

The ninth chapter is finished, we're in the home stretch!

[joideka]

Got another chapter busted out! Only 2 more left!

[joideka]

Heya! Ever want to find a short story of mine and don't wish to scroll tumblr?

I have an ao3 acount with a series titled "Short Stories of the Multiverse", that contain fics like "The Abandoned House" and "To Attract Blue Eyes and Ivory Bone". Another is "Drabbles and Dreams" that involve the shorter stories like "In Another Life"!

You can also find other fics like my FNAF short stories and my Kraken Nightmare Sans story on there as well!

Happy reading!

[joideka]

Opening Requests for Writing!

3 days ago, I posted on my Quotev account that I would open a few slots for requests if Short Stories of the Multiverse hit 150 hearts.

And.

It did.

Which was a lot quicker than I thought (not to mention the series got 2000 kudos on ao3). Which, frankly, blows my mind.

So thank you.

Thank you for reading my stories.

For requests, I'll try to make it simple. Unfortunately, I don't have all the time in the world. And I can't promise they all will be as long as my other stories. But I hope you do get to see your stories come to life through my words.

Request Slots Open: 3

Rules:

- Fluff, angst, mild thriller/horror, unrequited love, and more mature themes are allowed

- No NSFW or explicit material, no love triangles (they tire me out a lot)

- All requests must be x reader, with either Sans or Papyrus

- No requests involving underage readers

- Reader can be a monster, human, hybrid, etc, and gender neutral or female

- No requests for continuations of any of the previously written stories

All requests will be posted on my Tumblr, ao3 and Quotev account.

I believe that is all covered, and I would like to further clarify that requests are a first come first serve, but I reserve the right to decline a request, if I feel it is not appropriate or not something I want to write.

Also, for those who follow my ao3 or Quotev, I will be posting this information there as well. However, each site has a different allotment of slots, so don't spam me with the same request (or try to request multiple times) on multiple sites. These slots on this site are just for Tumblr users, just as the Quotev slots or the ao3 slots are just for those users. I want people to have equal opportunity to request, which is why those slots are separated.

Thank you so much readers, and I can't wait to hear about your stories!

- writefromtheheartandsoul

[writefromtheheartandsoul]

You know…

Waking up with a text from you

Changes my whole day

It doesn’t have to be a sweet text…

Just a simple hey or how was your day

to vent too

[writefromtheheartandsoul]

And today...

I realize there may be hope

You said you missed me

It was the first time

That you had said 

anything like that ever

I was shocked.

I even jumped and screamed. 

Stupid smiled but I wasn't ashamed

I haven't felt this much joy in a while

It was all you…

[writefromtheheartandsoul]

I wish...

You would just talk to me

Tell me what’s wrong

What's going on

I want you to know what’s bugging you

Want to know you can trust me

Please just open up to me I have

[writefromtheheartandsoul]

I hate…

 Not knowing how to make it better.

Not knowing what to say

Worrying about you.

And you not explaining what is troubling you

That I don’t think you trust me like I trust you

[joideka]

Some Wounds Need Stitching

A oneshot I wrote for @calcium-cat's OSDecember prompts!!! Based on Extra Prompt "Duck(s)" It's not just about ducks though- maybe I should've used a different prompt

Apologies if it’s not like the OSD story, I did my best 😅

Also posted on my ao3, writefromtheheartandsoul!! I hope you all enjoy! __________________________________________________ "Alright Dream, got your colors picked out?" Dust peered over Dream's shoulder, adjusting his glasses.

"Yeah!" Dream held up the felt he had picked out from Horror's stash; yellow, orange, and black.

"That's it?" Dust looked skeptical. 

"Horror didn't have any pink, otherwise I'd have pink legs..." Dream pouted for a moment. Horror rumbled in laughter beside him, placing a fresh stick of glue into the hot glue gun. 

"Sorry," he patted Dream's skull, grinning a bit to himself. 

Dream wiggled in his chair, swinging his legs as he surveyed his choices again. The table the three were sitting at was covered in craft supplies, ranging from felt pieces, thread, pincushions, tubes of glitter, and glue. 

A lot of glue. 

"Are you gonna let him sew it up?" Dust asked over Dream's head. Horror hesitated, looking at Dream. 

"I mean.. if he wants to." 

The small skeleton perked up, realizing the conversation had been directed back to him. 

"Yeah!!! I want to try sewing!" Horror nodded. 

"You too Dust?" Dust shrugged. 

"Why not?" Horror beamed, pulling over a little fabric book, opening it to reveal several sewing needles. He allowed the two to select their choices, making sure they chose proper sizes for their projects. 

"Alright Dream, now what you want to do is trace a basic outline of what shape you want your ornament to look like. I'm going to go get the stuffing real quick." Horror handed Dream a sharpie, scratching around his skull cavity as he shambled off. 

Dream giggled to himself as he popped off the cap, sticking out his tongue as he began to draw on the felt. 

Dust started to do the same, except on light grey felt. He made sure to keep an eye on Dream to make sure he didn't start doodling on himself. Who knew what was in those pens?

 It only took a few minutes for Horror to return, a large bag of stuff tossed over his shoulder. His eyelight surveyed Dream's progress, casting a faint red glow over the table. 

"Looks good, let's cut it out." His hands guided Dream's as the little one cut along the black lines, then taking the cutout and placing it alongside another piece of felt. Horror decided to cut that one, while Dream traced triangles on orange felt, then a wing-like piece on yellow again. 

Horror grinned, looking at the laid out pieces.

"Alright, time to get sewing!" 

Dream watched attentively as Horror threaded the needle, showing Dream how to stitch the fabric together properly, to hold the most amount of stuffing. 

Together, the three got to work, Horror offering commentary as he dusted the inside of clear ornaments with glitter, managing to do patterns within the ornament.

Dust swore for a moment, shaking his head, glaring as a bit of dust fell.  

Soon, red, silver, and gold ornaments were laid out neatly on the table, and Dust was finishing his own ornament, picking out the color ribbon he wanted to sew to the fabric. 

Dream giggled to himself, stuffing the cotton mixture into his own ornament. When he was done, he finishing sewing up the fabric, then attached the triangle and wings to the main body of his ornament. 

With a exclamation of glee, he held up his ornament, presenting his creation. 

The two stifled chuckles as they gazed upon the duck, a black circle of fabric serving as its eye. 

"Well, what do you think, Dream?" Horror asked, taking the ornament to attach a loop of ribbon. 

"I love it!!!" Dream exclaimed, hands hitting and tapping the table in excitement. 

"And with little injury too," Dust commented, glaring at his own pricked phalanges. 

"Did you want a bandaid?" Dream asked, peering at the small divots.

"Nah, I'm fine." Dust held up his own ornament. It was a long bone, with a red ribbon in the middle. "Here's mine." 

"Wow!!!" Dream's eyelights morphed into stars for a brief moment. Dust chuckled, reaching over to rub Dream's skull, ignoring the little skeleton's protest. 

"Whatcha doing?" Killer morphed into view, conveniently located on Horror's shoulders, Horror grunted under the added weight. 

"Making ornaments!" Dream presented the cluttered table. 

"Ooooooo, those glass ornaments look mighty fragile, Horror," Killer leaned forward. Horror grunted again, using a hand to grab the back of Killer's jacket, yanking him back. 

"You break them and you're cleaning it up, not us," he warned. Killer huffed. 

"Where have you been?" Dust asked, raising an eyebrow. 

"I've been making these bad boys!" Killer held up what appeared to be one of those generic plastic frogs, a (hopefully) fake missiles tied to the top of it with string. 

"... That is not what I think it is," Dust groaned. Killer cackled. 

"You mean those, and yes, they're missile toads!!!" Horror looked up, squinting. 

"What do you do with them?" 

"You hang them up like mistletoe, but instead of kissing, you get into a fight!" 

"And you think Midnight wouldn't immediately tear these down?" 

"Not if he never finds them!" Killer grinned, stuffing the missile toads into his coat pockets. 

He leaned over again, pulling out a knife to twirl nonchalantly. 

Dust gave him a warning look, but didn't say anything, watching as Dream used a dark yellow frabric pen to trace his ornament, hiding any visible black marks from the sewing process. 

In the relative quiet, none even noticed when Cross walked in. 

Cross raised a bone brow, walking over to see what they were doing. 

"What are you-" 

Disaster ensued- Horror started, his fight-or-flight reflex activated; Dust jumped, falling backwards in his chair; Dream twisted to look at Cross, and Killer lost his balance, dropping his knife, and grabbing onto Horror's skull. 

Cross's hand grabbed Dream's shirt and pulled him back as the knife plunged into the table- right into the middle of the duck. 

There was dead silence. 

"Dream- I'm so sorry-" Killer hopped down from Horror's shoulders, trying to see the damage. "Oh no..." 

Cross let go of Dream, breathing heavily, the small skeleton darting forward. 

"Ohh..." Dream's voice wobbled, a sniffle breaking free. 

"Oh, don't cry," Cross patted his shoulder. "I'm sure it can be fixed!" 

The words of comfort didn't seem to help, Dream's face only falling more as tears began to streak down his cheekbones. The others only began to become more frantic in their attempts to soothe Dream, fear of who would come down to see what unlucky skeleton had made Dream cry. 

"Enough!" Horror thumped his fist on the table, silencing the others. He had not participated int heir comfort, the giant of the group taking a moment to regroup. 

"Everyone out! Except for Dream. Killer, take your knife, and take the ornaments out to the tree. Cross, help him." Killer, looking rather cowed, snapped his fingers, blue surrounding the ornaments and carting them out of the room, Cross watching to make sure none would fall. 

As they walked out (each casting an either pitying or guilty look at Dream), Horror picked up the stuffed duck. 

"Hmmm...." He tutted for a moment. "Dream? Are you hurt at all?" 

Dream sniffed, rubbing his eye sockets. "No.....?" 

"Are you okay?" 

"N-no...." A soft whimper came from the babybone, Dream starting to curl into himself. Horror sighed softly. 

"Come with me. We can save your duck, but we have to be quick." 

Dream paused to look at the duck, then nodded, reaching for Horror's hand. Horror's eye softened, his hand engulfing Dream's as he took Dream to what he called his "crafting closet". 

"We need to find a patch for your duck, since stitching it isn't quite an option..." he muttered to himself. 

Dream wiped another stray tear. "H-huh?"

"What color do you think your duck would like?" Dream swallowed a hiccup, looking at the colors of fabric Horror had. 

"B-blue and green," he mumbled. Horror reached and pulled out two sheets, handing them to Dream. He opted this time to carry Dream back, placing him on the table instead of the chair. 

"Alright Dream, here's what we're going to do." 

He swiftly cut up the fabric, using the hot glue gun to create a small blue heart, a smaller green heart in the middle. 

Dream's sniffles began to die, quavering eye lights beginning to regard Horror's work with interest. 

"There we are, we just need to stitch these on both sides." Dream took the two hearts, one for either side of the duck. 

"Why can't we sew it together?" 

"Cause that means it won't heal properly," Horror explained. 

"Why?"

"Some wounds can be healed as simply as that, but some require a bit more care." Horror grabbed a needle, threading blue thread through the eye. 

"Oh..." Dream watched, his hands clasping on his lap.

"Mhmm... people are like that too. Sometimes, all it takes is a bandaid. Other times, we need to stitch it up. It may not look pretty in the beginning, and it might leave a scar, but all we can do it make the best of it." 

"Like your skull?" 

Horror smiled. "Just like my skull. Got to make the best of things." Dream studied his hands for a moment. 

"What hurts people?" 

Horror looked up, pausing for a moment. "Well, sometimes people get hurt in fights.. with things like knives... more often, it's words that hurt us the most. Or actions that don't leave physical wounds." 

"Phy- physi- what?" 

Horror pointed to his skull. "Wounds like this." 

"Oh... how do words hurt?" 

"If they're untrue or true, if the person saying them is trying to be especially rude." 

"Why would someone do that?" 

"I wish I could tell you the answer to that, kiddo." Horror finishing the one side, flipping the duck over. 

"And act-shuns?"

"Actions, and like if... er, I left without saying goodbye."' Dream gasped, looking at Horror. 

"You wouldn't do that, w-would you?" Horror snorted, nudging Dream. 

"Nope, you're never getting rid of me." Dream giggled. Horror held out the ornament, two blue and green hearts covering the tears in the fabric. 

Dream took it gently, cradling it in his hands. "... Horror?" 

"Yeah?" 

"Did Midnight get hurt by words or... actions?" 

Horror paused, thinking, a hand tugging at his skull cavity. "Long ago... but he's healing... Slowly, but he's healing. That's what he has us for." 

Dream nodded, puzzling it over. Horror huffed, flicking Dream's skull gently. 

"Don't worry about it, go hang up your ornament. Make sure Killer and Cross apologize to you." Dream giggled and slipped down from the table, running off into the halls of the castle.

Bones pattered through cobblestone corridors, down a flight of stairs, hanging a right. It didn't take long to find the living room, Killer and Cross bickering over what seemed to be the layout of ornaments on the tree. Both silenced as Dream ran in, once again holding up the ornament. 

"Look!!! Horror fixed it!" 

The two skeletons sighed in apparent relief, Cross rubbing his skull, purple glowing on his cheekbones. 

"About that, sorry about startling the two of you..." Killer guffawed, slapping Cross's back. 

"No harm done, besides, you didn't scare me-"

"AHEM" Dust cleared his throat from a chair, glaring at Killer. 

"Oh, yeah, what I meant was sorry for sticking your duck, Dream..." The second in command got on a knee, holding out his arms. "Hug it out?" 

Dream giggled, moving forward to hug Killer, the older skeleton squeezing him back in response. 

"Alright, do you want to hang up your ornament now?" Cross asked. 

"Ornaments?" Dream turned to see Nightmare walk in, holding a cup of tea in one hand, looking tired. 

"Midnight!! Look what I made!" Dream ran forward, handing him the duck. 

"Oh, you made something." Midnight turned it over, looking it over. "Looks good. But why the heart?" 

"He had an accident, but Horror helped!" 

Nightmare arched a bone brow. "Is that so?" He looked suspiciously at Killer, already coming to conclusions. "Killer?" 

"Y-yes Boss?" 

"If I find another one of your missile toads, I will personally strap a missile to you and send you off this mortal plain."

Killer sweated, red beads of sweat appearing. "Y-yes Boss." Nightmare nodded in satisfaction, turning his attention back to Dream.

"Do you know where you're gonna put it yet?"

Dream turned to look at the tree. "Hmmm... the middle!"

Nightmare shrugged. "Alright." A tentacle swarmed to hook the ornament, finding an open spot in the middle. Dream clapped his hands, gleefully dancing in place.

Horror walked in, a box in his arms. "Hey Cross, Killer, I got yours... I also made one for you, Boss," he looked at Nightmare "if that's alright.

The goopy skeleton frowned. "What did you make?"

Horror's smile sharpened, reaching in to pull out an octopus, black with a single teal eyelight. Dream burst into shrill giggles, clapping hands over his mouth as the rest of the gang snickered openly.

Nightmare sighed. "Fine, you can put it up." Killer giggled even louder.

Horror walked over to place the ornament on the tree. Reaching back in, he pull out a knife ornament, and a black cow ornament with a big white 'X' on its back. Cross groaned, slumping.

"Really, Horror?"

"You should've participated."

"Killer didn't, and his is normal!" Cross folded his arms, sulking a bit.

"Killer asked me to do his," Horror retorted, folding up the box.

"Enough," Nightmare interjected, sitting down in a chair. "Settle down or we won't watch a movie."

"Let's watch Home Alone!" Killer poke up, throwing himself onto the couch.

"And give Dream ideas? No."

"What ideas, Midnight?" Dream asked, hopping into Nightmare's lap.

"Nothing for you to know."

"But-"

"Let's watch Elf, that's a good one-" Dust piped up from his spot.

"Are you serious? A Christmas Story is wayyyy better!" Killer argued from his end of the couch, propping his feet onto Horror's lap as the skeleton sat down, Cross following on Horror's other side. As bickering broke out again, Dream giggled behind his hand. Looking back up at the tree, he noticed that Nightmare's ornament was by his own.

"Midnight?"

"Hmm?"

"... Merry Christmas!"

"Merry Christmas, Dream."

[writefromtheheartandsoul]

Cry for help

A cry for help

You refuses to hear

Spoken words

Wasted

Only because of your own selfishness.

Its quite sad really

The game that you play

The game of the victim

I tell you im tired

And you simply reply with i am too

And go on about how much you do

You put that on yourself

Thats entirely up to you.

When i say im tired

Its because i cant sleep

Havent slept good in weeks

The demons want let me

They keep me awake

Making me question every bit of why im still alive

Telling me im worthless

It want get better

No one really needs you

I lie there stairing at the ceiling

Praying to fall asleep

In hopes i want wake up.

But your tired because you worked a double that you didnt have to

Because your trying to hard.

Your physically tired.

Im mentally and emotional tired

Ive fought with these demons time and time again

You would think i would learn

I dont

I still foolishly let them in

Knowing they mean nothing but to harm me

Harm the way i think of things

People

Myself.

But you ignore my cry for help

Only for your selfish needs.

And once again as i lie here

Because i cant sleep

I think of the cry for help

And how pointless it was

Because you didn't care

You never have

If it doesn't effect you in any way

It doesn't matter

Ill never reach out to you again

Knowing my hand will only be slapped away.

Another cry for help gone unnoticed...

[writefromtheheartandsoul]

I wish we would...

have laughed more

taken more pictures together

even though you wouldn’t allow it

hung out more

done more mother daughter like things

Walked around more

Talked about life more

What would my children call you Ma, Memaw, Nanny, Granny, something else completely different

Who’s gonna hold my hand when I find out I’m with child

Who’s gonna go with me when I try on my wedding dress

What about my wedding day

Boys advice.

I am still just a child.

25 I’m still a child…

Your child…

Your hellion

Your child that knows little about life

Yet has so much life ahead of her.

Your child who wants to call you on a daily

But can’t You're no longer within a call away

You are miles away

In a place, I can’t reach

Until it is my time.

I struggle without you Ever day…

I wonder how different my life would be if you were here

I remember my teenage years

We didn’t get along

I couldn’t stand you

I wish those days were back.

I would treat you better

Try to be a better child.

I grew up and I learned

I know now that I don’t hate you

And what you did was best for me.

I am helping raise my brother now

And I get all the tough love you gave

I see in your light,

I get why you did certain things

I am sorry for everything I ever did

To make raising me hard.

I'll do better or at least ill try.

I know I've let you down,

But I am trying to pick myself back up again

Losing you was hard

Knowing there is no way to get you back Makes it harder

I need your advice and your guidance.

Things don’t get easier you just get used to them…

[writefromtheheartandsoul]

She...

Perfect.

That one.

She deserves more than 

You can ever give her

She has cried for you

For years now

And you’ve done nothing

But let her go on believing 

That she had a chance

Made her believe that 

True love was out there 

That you were Mr. Right 

Boy, was she wrong. 

Wrong about a lot.

But you still gave her that feeling of hope.

That there is a good guy out there 

That’s perfect for her 

That will sing her songs

Drive around for no reason 

Loves to be with her. 

Hold her when she scared

or until she goes to sleep

Makes her feel safe.

Make her feel wanted. 

Understand her pass. 

Make sure she knows you 

Will not treat her the same. 

She deserves better. 

Better than you.