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These vibes are tamper proof!!!
Happy birthday Fresh! (I’m not late because it’s always 4/20 somewhere)
Fresh belongs to loverofpiggies
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Yk what fuck you,
sans undertale is not lazy, he has chronic migraines and cronic fatigue so bad he can't do anything but nap. He stopped working as a scientist for Asgore because he couldn't do it. At home he can regulate everything and research in a way that works for him when the world doesn't hurt. He likes grillbys because it has warm lights but not too bright ones and grillby and everyone is always quiet but he has other people who support him there. He doesn't do anything because doing anything hurts. In genocide he only fights you because you're ending the fucking world and he's the last chance, he fights you while everything constantly hurts and is getting worse by the second. He dodges even if it would be easier for him not to because he's the last fucking chance and he knows it. And when he can finally take a break when he does his special attack he fucks up cause the fatigue is killing him.
And papyrus always tries to make him do something because he's a good brother and doesn't want sans to fall into depression and so he makes him do something but he doesn't want to bother him too much so when sans naps he naps and my head hurts like hell.
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Thank you @robobbin for this adorable commission of Mafiafell Sans caring for their OC sick at home. You know I can't live without big scaryboys absolutely melting when their darling is unwell <3
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“hey sweetcheeks.”
You looked up from your position nestled on the couch, a flash of hot confusion and embarrassment momentarily awakening you from your feverish stupor. That... wasn’t the voice you expected to hear, coming through your front door. You lifted your head up a few inches- movement in inches was all you could manage right now.
... It was Sans. Sans was in your house. He had a nice, pressed red shirt and black pants- your spare keys hooked onto a claw, two plastic bags over one of his big arms, and an unreadable lilt to his shark grin.
“... Sans?” You mumbled, eyes widening into saucers. You felt your cheeks immediately get even hotter.
Your fever hadn’t improved, as you’d hoped it would. In fact, it had only gotten worse as the hours wore on; moving and thinking had grown increasingly impossible. In a total mess, you’d called Papyrus, asking if he could bring over something for you to eat... though you didn’t actually recall what he’d said back to you, most of it just blurring together in your head.
... You’d been expecting Pap. Pap knew you, he'd already seen you weak and gross before. Pap had carried you home from the gym, once, after you made the mistake of trying to keep up with his workout.
You were not anticipating the arrival of his hot brother, whom you had a massive crush on.
Despite feverishly sweating, you pulled the blanket further up over you. You felt embarrassed to be seen like this.
“sorry, i know you were expectin’ boss.” He put both of the plastic bags down onto the coffee table, crouching beside the couch to be closer to your eye level. You twisted your hands in the blanket, his proximity making your heart thump. “he’s swamped with work, so i’m droppin off the emergency goods instead. though i’ll be sure to let him know you missed him.”
“... O-oh.” Your mind was fried. You stared- he looked great. It felt like the longer you knew each other, the better he dressed, it was amazing how his presence could simultaneously make you feel so much worse but also so much better. “N-no, it’s okay. I’m... fine. You’re fine.”
He chuckled, musically, eyelights warm. His voice felt good in your painful chest. “i’m fine?”
“N-not like... fine as in hot. Fine as in okay.” Your cheeks were just on fire at this point. The fever had removed any and all barriers between your head and your mouth, so words just waterfalled out. “Not that you’re not hot. You are. You’re very hot. You.. uh,”
... Shit. Again, that little edge to his smile. You wanted to sink between the couch cushions and die.
Rather than make fun of you, Sans just gently reached over you, placing a cold compress against your forehead. He was so close you could smell him.
“you’re burning up. and ya look terrible. i’m gonna stay over and watch you.”
"N-no-!!" You blurted, nearly sitting up. The guy you liked, staying and seeing you completely out of it, at your absolute worst? No???
He grinned. "sorry, pet. not gettin' rid of me until your fever goes down."
... You covered your face with both hands. This was mortifying. Were you glad he was here? Absolutely. You didn't want to be alone right now, and his insistence on staying despite your protests felt good. But you still wanted to die.
“pap really went nuts with the food when he found out you were unwell. y’know he’s got a list of all your allergies? let’s see...” You could hear him start unpacking the bags, placing things onto the table. “some funky soup. saltines, popsicles, iced coconut water. ginger candy... whole bunch of herbal teabags. you ever had sea tea?”
You kept one hand on your face, gesturing randomly with the other. “Soup. Soup please.”
“soup comin’ right up, gorgeous.”
You tried to say thank you, but just a weak grumble came out, the room was spinning again. You heard him move into the kitchen... so you just let yourself sink back into the couch, comforted by another person’s presence.
...
You didn’t know how much time passed, he eventually returned. You could smell something nice.
"hey. can ya sit up a lil, for me?'
... You didn’t really respond to his query. Curled in blankets like a feverish squirrel, you merely made a sound in the back of your throat to acknowledge him. The fever was getting worse.
... Big hands, on your body. There was movement... Sans shifted you, everything spun. You were vaguely aware of him sitting you up, supporting you with one big hand- you did your best to just watch his face, focus on his lovely red eyelights.
"c'mon. soup’s ready. here comes the airplane."
... Despite the state of you, that made you giggle. And judging by the smile that filled your wobbling vision... he liked the sound.
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... He was probably enjoying himself a little too much.
Sans shifted his legs into a slightly comfier position from his spot in front of the couch. This definitely wasn’t what he thought he’d be doing today. He’d been planning on going out for a drink, maybe crossing some names off a list while his blood was up- the usual stupidity he filled his free time with.
... Then he got Pap’s call about you. And instantly, it had felt like nothing else in the world mattered.
Now, here he was; in his crush’s house, spoon-feeding her warm soup, trying to keep a nonchalant face while wrestling with an (emotional) noisy Soul.
... i haven’t felt like this in a long time.
You were so cute. His nasal ride wrinkled, and he pinched the soup spoon a bit tighter, restraining the urge to grab your cheek- he felt bad for not being able to stop thinking about how cute you looked, when you were so unwell. But he couldn’t help it. All snuggled up in blankets, hair frizzy and unkempt, glasses askew, flushed and warm... you had a twinkly, glazed look to your eyes, not too dissimilar from the look people got when they were drunk. He’d been fighting the urge to ruffle your hair this whole time.
...
Sans bit his tongue. This was mundane, compared to his normal life. Some might even consider it a chore. But... he hadn’t felt this nice in so long. He felt... useful. Wanted.
When was the last time someone had been openly, willingly, weak around him? When was the last time someone was in a state of fragility, and wanted him nearby?
Mushy feelings filled his chest. Soft. Overprotective. He was hyper-aware of how sick you were and he didn��t want to leave your side, not even for a second, not even to go home. Even just acknowledging those emotions made colour rise to his cheekbones... he hadn't felt anything like this level of protectiveness since Pap was just a babybones.
... But damn... it felt good to be needed.
...
Warm fingers curled around his hand.
He very nearly jumped out of his fucking seat at the sensation- he fumbled the soup spoon, mumbling out a little ‘shit’ as he broke out of his thoughts, turning to look at you.
... Your tiny hand was wrapped around two of his phalanges. Sparkly eyes peered up at him.
fuck. His Soul thudded in his throat. don’t look away from me.
"... h-hey. c'mon." His voice was shaky. "that ain't fair."
"Huh?" Came your bleary reply. so fucking cute. stop it.
"you've stolen my hand, doll."
... You looked to his captured hand, slowly. Like you only just realised you had it.
...
"... Mine now." You mumbled.
...
He tried to muster up a quick joke, like always. Tried to come up with a sharp-witted response. Something with swagger, something with a flirtatious edge, something with confidence that would show you how cool and collected he was.
...
Nothing came out of his mouth. It was like trying to start an empty car.
“... o-oh.”
...
"... You're great." You said, eyes fluttering closed.
"... huh?"
"Great guy. Handsome guy. Nice to me." It didn't sound like you intended those thoughts to be said out loud. He felt his eyelights flare- his Soul was thumping against his ribs.
Words banged at his tongue, but the only sound he managed to get out was a tiny shaking hum of affirmation.
You drew his hand up toward your face, he absolutely had the strength to stop you but he felt like he’d been flashbanged. All he could do was watch... as turned on your side to get cosy, pulled up his hand to your face... and happily nuzzled the back of it.
“My big guy.” You murmured.
...
Just like that, you were asleep.
...
Sans used his free hand to cover his face. His whole skull was carmine red, glowing like a campfire. It made him look almost as feverish as you.
...
i never want to leave.
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Badsansuary Day 1: Hot Drink 💛
event by @owl-bones
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How would the main group react to an S/O being stubborn while being sick? I mean like fully aware they’re sick and had called into work for the day off. But they keep trying to do some cleaning or organizing or something instead of resting.
Undertale Sans - He hides all the stuff you need to clean, cook, or organize things. Now you have no choice but to sit on the damn couch and watch TV. Don't force him to send you there with blue magic because he will do it. Rest, dammit.
Undertale Papyrus - Well, he lets his S/O do what they want. He can't really say anything since he knows he would do the same if he were in their position. He still rushes to do things before you can so you don't do everything you're doing usually.
Underswap Sans - He gives you three warnings, if you're still not listening, he's handcuffing you to the bed and refusing to free you before you rest at least three hours. You can pout and scream, he doesn't care.
Underswap Papyrus - He locked all the rooms. You can only go into the living room to watch TV, your room, or the bathroom. You're mad, but it's effective. You get bored and eventually decide to go to sleep.
Underfell Sans - He lets you work and keeps adding things for you to do. Eventually, you're exhausted after half an hour and decide to go to sleep on your own. See, you're not in shape for this.
Underfell Papyrus - He puts you back in bed every time you leave the room. After three times, he sits at the edge of the bed and stands guard to make sure you're not moving from there. He won't hesitate to use magic to force you to stay there if you keep resisting.
Horrortale Sans - He grabs you by the waist and drags you towards the couch. He then sits you against him and holds you there for a cuddle session. You can trash and struggle in anger, Oak is way too strong for you and he's not letting go. Give up and rest. He's the most patient monster you know, you have no chance of winning this.
Horrortale Papyrus - He puts everything out of reach for you. If you need something to clean, your only solution is to ask him and his only answer is "NO, GO TO REST." Sometimes being very tall is helping. He knows you're upset, but it's for your own good.
Swapfell Sans - He sent Rus to make sure you don't leave the bed. Rus is torturing you with bad pranks the second you put a foot out of bed. You give up eventually and decide to go back to sleep.
Swapfell Papyrus - He yeets you on the couch with his magic and then he sits on your back so you can't move. Good luck with that. That bastard won't move and you're sure he somehow modified his gravity to be heavier. You're stuck.
Fellswap Gold Sans - He stares at you with disappointment in complete silence for a few minutes and waits for you to feel guilty eventually and to go back to bed. If you insist, he puts a mousetrap in the cleaning drawer and watches you scream in pain as it slaps on your fingers. He told you no, listen to him.
Fellswap Gold Papyrus - He climbs in bed and hugs you so tight you can't move. Coffee won't leave before the rest of the day now that he is comfy so accept to rest there and get over it. You can't get rid of him.
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Nobody in sight. // Are you sure your very simple plan is going to work?
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Sorry, I meant to send an ask yesterday, but I got carried away 😅
So what about ut, us, uf and ht (you can ignore the last one if you want to don't worry) and how they would be with a reader that hides the fact that they're physically hurt.
Maybe they went hiking with the skellie, and they tripped and pretended that it was only a little scratch when days later they see quite a big wound that's infected.
It's a bit gross, so it's okay if you don't do it, don't worry :)
Have a good day/night and be safe
-💀
UnderTale, UnderSwap, UnderFell, and HorrorTale skellies react to a reader hiding that they're injured
you had gotten in a little tussle with a fallen branch walking home. you were completely oblivious, and tripped right over it. it hurt to walk on, and you soon noticed it swelling. it wasn't... sprained, right? nah, of course not! you brushed it off, thinking that it would be just fine in a day or two.
but until then, you might want to put some ice on that.
and so you did. for three days, with no sign of improvement. you tried keeping it a secret, but then your s/o came home while you were putting ice on it, right on the couch beside the door, and...
UnderTale:
Sans:
-he walks into the house, immediately heading for the couch.
-"hey, y/n, i'm ho- you alright? what happened to you?"
-"oh! sans, hi, i didn't expect you home so early!" you wave frantically to draw his eyes away from your ankle.
-"yeah... work was slow, so i came home. whats going on? you're acting weird."
-"pshh, don't be silly, nothing's wrong! absolutely nothing!"
-he sighs.
-"my whole shtick back in the underground was that i can see peoples stats. your HPs lowered, you're acting really awkward about your leg, and you're trying to hide an ice pack from me. i know, i saw it when i walked in. so, im gonna ask you again. whats going on?"
-you sighed. he caught you, he always did.
-"i dont know what's up. I tripped a few days ago and my ankle just started swelling. I'm gonna give it a few more days before I see a doctor, just to see if it heals on its own."
-"alright then," really? that's it? not going to insist you see someone? well, that's great for you! "I'm going to grillby's. wanna come?"
-you nodded your head.
-"cmon, let's take a shortcut."
-he took you to the fucking ER.
Papyrus:
-you look up after hearing the door open and you heard a crash.
-he had gone grocery shopping, apparently, because his bags were sprawled on either side of him on the floor.
-his jaw was only half hinged, that's how bad you scared him.
-as in it dropped. almost fully.
-he suddenly runs to your side (re-hinging his jaw on the way) and kneels by your side.
-"HUMAN, what ever is the matter? is it serious? does it hurt? will it need stitches? should i take you to-"
-"Paps! i'm okay. i think it's just sprained, i'll be alright," you tries to reassure him.
-"SPRAINED? oh, HEAVENS no, i must take you to the doctor right away!"
-you sigh. "Papyrus, it isn't that big of a deal. i'm sure it'll be alright in a few days."
-"absolutely not! what if it's worse than you think? it could kill you!"
-he really thought a sprained ankle could kill you? he may be clueless about human injuries, but at least he cares!
-you don't have too much time to reply before he picks you up, puts you in the car, buckles you up (because heaven forbid something ELSE happen to you, ESPECIALLY under his watch) and brings you to the ER.
UnderFell:
Sans:
-he literally did not notice.
-he grumbles a quiet, "hey," before trotting upstairs into his room.
-it isn't until several days later when the pain has worsened and you cannot walk on it that he asks what the fuck is going on.
-you explained that you had tripped a few days ago, and it got swollen, and you thought that it would just go away, but it's been getting worse and worse since it happened.
-"fuckin' idiot," he groaned. "i'm dating a goddamn moron! alright, get in the car. i'm takin' you to a hospital."
-he's groaning the entire way.
Papyrus:
-as soon as he lays eyes on you, he sighs.
-"what did you do this time?"
-what the hell did he mean, 'this time'? he CANNOT be holding you accountable for that one time you got a concussion! that was HIS fault!
-"hey! you BETTER not be talking about-"
-"about the concussion," he cut you off. "yes, yes, i'm aware, you believe that incident to be my doing. however, i can GUARANTEE that this is not! now, tell me what happened. i expect a full explanation."
-you rolled you eyes and told him, feeling a little pissed off about his crossed arms and tapping foot, although you couldn't fully blame him. the whole situation WAS a little silly, now that you have to say it out loud.
-he scoffed when you finished talking. such a silly thing! why the HELL didn't you immediately see a doctor? swelling is NEVER normal!
-how did he, a skeleton monster who had gone most of his life without so much as seeing a human, know more about human anatomy than a fully grown human adult?
-and how did he, an esteemed member of the royal guard, end up in a relationship with such a fool?
-"get yourself looking decent. we are visiting the hospital to get you proper treatment."
-'looking decent', you looked fi-! no, you didn't, nevermind.
UnderSwap:
Sans:
-"hey, y/n, Alphys let out training early, so i'm back! what are you doing?"
-you scrambled to hide the ice pack and hike your pants back over your ankle. "oh, uh. . . nothing," you said sheepishly in reply, a fake grin appearing on your face.
-"oohhhh, no no no. i know that look. you're hiding something. best be honest now."
-damn him! how DARE he know you so well!
-"i think i did something to my ankle," you muttered.
-"hmm. . . let me see."
-he walked over and inspected your ankle for a few moments.
-"it looks sprained. when did this start?"
-"a few days ago. i tripped and it started swelling."
-he gave your ankle ankther quick look.
-"and why didn't you tell me?"
-"well, i thought it would go away at first. i was going to tell you, if it didn't. i was just going to wait a few days."
-"well, there's no need! i'm taking you to a doctor."
-he helped you stand and let you use him as something like a crutch, so you wouldn't have to put too much weight on your injured foot.
Papyrus:
-you look up to see him standing, eyebrows furrowed (you know what i mean sans does it in the main game) looking at you.
-"anything you want to tell me?"
-"ah, nothing. . . i'm just gonna go to a doctor if this doesn't start getting better."
-you knew the look he was giving you. he wanted to know what happened.
-"i tripped a few days ago and my ankle started swelling. nothing major. it's just a little sore."
-"mmm. i'm sure. you have five minutes, then i'm taking you to a doctor," he said as he laid on the couch beside you.
-"no, Paps, there's really no need-" you were interupted by snoring. but you knew that didn't mean you were off the hook. he would be awake in five minutes EXACTLY, whether you were ready to go or not.
HorrorTale:
Sans:
-he kinda just stands there for a few moments after he sees you with the ice pack.
-ice pack means something's wrong, because he doesn't see food around, but his skull injury makes figuring anything else out difficult.
-ice pack. . . on your ankle. . .
-it doesn't matter what's wrong. he just knows something is. so, he comforts you! in the only way he knows how!
-which is a BONE-CRUSHING hug.
-and because you're sitting, and he's standing over you, leaning down to hug you, it's a very awkward angle. leading to a lot of bones jabbing into uncomfortable places.
-you know you can't really do anything to get him off of you, so you just wait it out.
-"i'm alright, Sans. it isn't anything major. i'm about to go to a doctor!"
-he was going to tell you to anyway. you just got that part out of the way.
-his time in the underground under Undyne's rule made him very paranoid about the health of those he loves, so no matter how big the injury, you MUST see a doctor.
-it's not up for debate.
-he drives you because he doesn't want you to have to put any more strain on your ankle.
-(should he even have a drivers license? questionable...)
Papyrus:
-he has a puzzled look on his face.
-that. . . he suspected that wasn't a good sign.
-"y/n. . . i don't suppose you want to tell me what is going on?"
-"oh," you nervously laughed. "no biggie. just tripped a few days ago, it kinds hurts. if it doesn't feel better tomorrow i'm seeing a doctor."
-"hmm. i shall hold you to that."
-you laughed. you bet he would.
-spoiler alert, he did.
(a/n: sorry if this is totally inaccurate to having a sprained ankle, it just seemed like a good scenario, and i was too in the writing groove ((once i actually started)) to do much research)
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I have changed a lot from the kid I was when I was 13. Any type of love apart from cis/hetero relationships used to not compute for me, and now I'm out to 5 people in my day-to-day life. And honestly, I do kind of owe it a little bit(a whole lot) to Undertale for opening up a different life path. I could have ended up really freaking stupid and probably super depressed without it.
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fanon sans and papyrus interaction real no clickbait XD
#undertale#sans undertale#papyrus undertale#fanon#i should draw this#yknow i always say that and i never end up drawing it-
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y/n: if you remove a letter from the word 'clock'. what do you get?
nat: ummm, lock?
y/n: incorrect!
nat: but-
y/n: the answer was... ROLL DRUM PLEASE!!!
wanda and y/n: COCK!!!!
y/n: HAHAHAHA SUCK COCKS BITCHES!! *runs away*
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She can freely touch him
and make comments like that?
The shared hatred for that one particular person?
But also the mutual compliments?
Peak friendship if you ask me. They're truly besties ❤️
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Father-daughter bonding. 😁
Requested, image description/edit: Niffty climbs up on Alastor, putting a crown of dead bugs and twigs on his head and Niffty dubs Al "King Roach." She climbs down, and then the two laugh like mad.
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