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#HT!Papyrus x reader
magic-hcs · 5 months
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Can we have s/o breaking a bone (from the masterlist) with Bean pls? 🥺💕
Of course we can! Hope you enjoy! It’s a bit short.
Bean: Horrortale Papyrus
Time to cast some magic and see what we’ll get!✨
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Bean: Oh boy, Bean was so not ready for this. The moment he heard a CRUNCH was the moment he was back in the underground finding a human getting caught in one of his brother’s traps at that exact moment for just a second -that felt way longer - before being brought back to the present by your hand on him, asking for some help.
Bean feels not really there the entire time, as if on autopilot. The moment you return to him, chipper and what more Bean feels himself slowly awaken from his shock and trance. He definitely gets some nightmares of that crunch for a few days.
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Thank you for participating in this spell, I hope it was to your satisfaction.
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aka-indulgence · 1 year
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Too Spooked to Sleep
Just like the title, sometimes I can’t sleep bc my brain is busy being mean and making me think about stuff that scares me fhjdfk and so… camping with ht!sans and while (reader) is having the same issue, he comes to the rescue :>
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Your eyes are wide open, staring at the top of the tent. You can’t sleep. Of course it’s to be expected, you’re sleeping outdoors, you just had a day full of adventures and shenanigans with your friends, you’re in the tent with Sans and of course you’d like to talk with him longer but… Sans is asleep. When you look over, his chest rising and lowering softly… he must’ve been asleep for a while.
You look at your phone. 2AM.
At this rate I’m going to stay up until sunrise.
You were tired. You should be asleep by now. It’s not like you’re feeling sleepless. It’s just-
CRACK!
You flinch, biting your lips.
Lo and behold, there’s noises out in the wilderness. You know you’re safe, this is a pretty popular camping spot. There are rangers… uh… out there somewhere. People have come here for years, and there’s been no incidents reported. You’re not the only ones camping here, you’ve got Sans and your friends, and there are other people on a site not far from here. Families, too. For camping sites, this is one of the safest.
… And yet…
Everytime you’re about to fall asleep, you hear a crack. Or a hoot of an owl. Or some… other weird noise that kind of sounds like a creaking metal gate. That was the worst noise. Sometimes it’d sound real close to the tent.
The brain was a wonderful, creative beast. And right now, it was real creative when it came to scaring you. First it was the usual, thoughts of bears or confused deers came to mind… and then the weird stuff, like some sort of creature that wasn’t human or monster shambling through the trees… maybe a killer? Looking for someone who’s still awake and if you look at them they’ll kill you?
Every shadow playing over the tent caught your attention. The image of a man-shaped shadow on it comes to mind, with weird eyes and a thousand-yard stare, right into your soul… walking and then.. stopping… making that crunching noises…
A screech, somewhere in the forest. You almost screeched, tugging on your sleeping bag and remembering it’s not a blanket. You sit up, eyes darting around for the culprit. The horror creature. Whatever.
It’s not real!
You take a breath, then take another peek at your phone. 2:30, this time. You do your best to hold back a groan.
Fuck, you’re so tired. Your muscles are aching, your eyelids are drooping, you’ve got a sleepy headache, you’re sweating- urgh, you’re just so uncomfortable.
You sigh with defeat, going back to lay down and-
“what’re you doing.”
You’re not proud of it. Looking behind and seeing a single red eye staring a few inches from your face made you yelp the most embarrassing yelp you think you’ve ever heard and your heart practically was fighting to escape you.
“Shit, sorry,” you exhale, running your hands through your hair, wondering if you woke up the whole site with your yelp.
Sans stares at you with wide eyesockets, startled.
“s… sorry for scaring you…”
His apologetic tone eases you right up and you look at him. “No no, you didn’t scare me, I scared myself.”
His red eye was quite frightening while your mind was racing with all pictures reminiscing horror game stuff, but you had to make sure that Sans knew you weren’t scared of him.
“why.. are you still up?” Sans tries again, and you sigh, pursing your lips.
“It’s… stupid,” you try to hide under the covers, “I’m just… spooked. I’m too scared to sleep right now. I keep imagining some kinda.. axe murderer walking around the site.”
Sans… actually scoffs, a chuckle bubbling up that you can’t help but find attractive, his sockets crinkling.
“s… sorry, i’m not laughing at you. just… remembering stuff,” he says knowingly, ruefully looking off somewhere, remembering memories he hasn’t told you about. “it’s not stupid. you told me… it’s… ok to be scared, right?”
That makes you smile. You remember the nights where he’s curled up in bed and shaking while you comfort him.
“Yeah… you’re right.”
“i… i know how it feels. being stuck outside… not knowing what the sounds outside mean. there was… a monster, lurking in snowdin forest… underground. lost... its mind. when you heard something there, it was a sign for you to leave.”
You nodded solemnly. Of course… Sans literally lived in a serious survival situation for so long. He’d understand.
Sans’ grin takes on something more playful. “if… there were any… crazy axe murderers walking around though? i’m here. if they try anything… they won’t be expecting a skeleton monster out of everything. i can axe-murder them right back.”
You… accidentally spit in his face, your lips pursed from being all serious and suddenly spewing when a giggle surprises you. You offer him a quick apology (he doesn’t seem to care, really), and tell him “oh my god, ok… I guess you’re my… axe-murderer in shining armor?”
“yes.”
His eyelight glows a softer red, almost pink, watching you giggle silly in your sleeping bag. 
“Ah… thanks Sans. that… really made me feel better.”
“of course.”
You stare each other for a little while, just enjoying each other’s company, when Sans offers something you couldn’t ignore.
“... do you want to cuddle?”
“Oh, yes please,”
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centipedelightning · 9 months
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One has come to say hello again! One thanks thou heartily for both the headcanons and the compliment on one’s pronouns, one does in fact does use old English pronouns (if that was the term thou used, one doesn’t remember and has gotten too lazy to check oops)!
If thou would not mind, one would like to request for the mafiafells and horrortales in QPRs with a reader that loves weaving tapestries and/or clothes for them, always personalized specifically for them! One thanks Cupid (Also, one would love to add that one adores your names!)
skdjfhsdkj i return. it looks like only one thing can be updated a month and it seems last month's was my fic. i swear I'm trying to be better (I'm really not). and Mous! i love that I can recognize thou so easily! and thank thou! i think I'm very funny with my names bc of the irony (I'm aroace)
| Mafiafell & Horrortale x gn!reader || Queer-platonic || Fluff |
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Tommy
He really likes sitting with you while you work.
Depending on what specifically you work with (i.e. how big the loom is) it might not be relaxing perse but he sticks around anyway.
honestly, that man can sleep through a train derailing he's probably napping while you work.
He lovessss all the clothes you make him.
He probably won't wear it out very often because he doesn't want it to get dirty and messed up, but trust that he lives in it at home.
The one exception he has to wearing what you make him out is to formal events where he isn't concerned anything is going to happen.
He loves to gloat about how you made it just for him and everyone else should be dropping dead with jealousy.
Tommy only really accepts one or two tapestries from you because he doesn't have that many places he could put them.
Assuming at least one is pretty large, one goes in his office and sits on the wall behind his desk. He loves pointing it out when talking to prospective business partners.
The second would go in his (or your shared) bedroom on a sidewall so he can look at it while falling asleep.
Python
This guy is pretty much the opposite.
He loves any tapestry you make him and slowly builds a collection so he can switch them out seasonally.
He also displays them in his office for similar reasons but prefers smaller pieces to display on sidewalls rather than behind him.
Since he works behind the scenes and isn't getting as dirty nearly as often as his brother, Python is much more comfortable wearing the clothes you make him day-to-day.
He actually really enjoys matching his suits to the shirt you made or vice-versa.
If you work on anything larger or louder than a small tabletop loom, he probably isn't hanging out with you while you work. Poor guy is far too prone to migraines for that.
He prefers you make his formal attire, and will help prep everything you need to make him look perfect.
Yes, he does buy you some of the highest-quality threads to use for your art.
Mars
A bit stressed about being able to return that favor because he sees how much time and effort goes into one bolt of fabric or one tapestry.
You are going to need to convince him to take it.
He makes a request pretty early on to make sure any clothes you make are dark because he works outside with his brother a lot and doesn't want to have the stains show on your hard work.
He helps you sew to ease his conscience.
Regardless, he loves wearing what you make him and practically lives in them.
Tapestries tend to get to him more.
He's comforted by the fact that they are display-only but is still a bit itchy about not being able to repay the effort.
While he likes to mount smaller pieces to the walls, anything of significant size is actually used as a decorative blanket and rotated out randomly to mix it up.
Jupiter
Screams cries dies.
He loves everything you make him and will cook you a lavish meal to return the favor.
He is super good about cleaning everything super well, so you don't need to worry about him staining your hard work.
Make him linens. He is outside all the time in the hot sun all day he needs light and airy clothing.
He is actually a bit confused by the first tapestry you try to give him. Not necessarily because he doesn't know what one is or anything, he just didn't really consider it would be something a person would gift to someone that isn't like. royalty or something.
No matter the size, he tries to use it as a blanket the first night.
You're gonna need to explain it.
After that he's fine.
He does the same thing as Mars and treats a few pieces as decorative throws.
One tapestry is currently being used as a curtain.
He really loves everything you make him and cherishes it with his entire soul.
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hollythehills · 1 year
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self insert art might be my fav
he’s my handsome boy
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anneimaginesundertale · 7 months
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S/O being a mom friend with Sweets?
You mom friend each other (and everybody around you). He always has extras of whatever things you keep in your bag, just in case you run out. You always have bonus snacks. He stops you from working too hard. You remind him that we don't need 12 dozen donuts, just one dozen will do for now. (Although if we're in the house with all the skeletons, 12 dozen are necessary...)
It's a love language, and you both appreciate it. Between the two of you, you'll mom the whole world!
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skeleboiii84 · 1 year
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S/O goes trick or treating with Horrortale Gang! (Ft. HT Sans, HT Papyrus and Aliza!)
Oooooooo! Ofc you can darling (I'm not too sure who Aliza is but I'm guessing it's horrortale frisk)
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A Spooky night
(A HT gang night out with a HT sans X reader) ⚠️implied spicy fluff ⚠️
You papyrus, Aliza and sans were trick or treating around snowdin going from door to door. You were dressed up in a plain witch's costume while Aliza was dressed as KiKi from kiki's delivery service.
"Lookin for something sweet~?", a low voice spoke behind you it was Sans, "hehe yeah" you giggled leaning back onto him.
"Brother you scared me! You could've scared frisk and Y/N too! apologize" papyrus huffed you giggled as your boyfriend shrugged "sorry bro".
You hugged him and kissed his cheek "I missed you", he chuckled lowly "missed you too darlin" he wrapped his big arms around your waist.
Frisk grabbed at you dress implying for you two to cut it out. You laughed and kneeled down to them "alright alright I think that's a wrap for tonight what'd ya think?" Frisk nodded and held out their hand for papyrus to take.
"What about later tonight~?" Sans whispered in your ear, "be patient you'll get your treat later", you softly bit your lip as he Smirked
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Woooooo! This was fun to write enjoy sweetie! 😊
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Self ship mini
Ht papyrus x me (x reader if you squint)
I kick down sugars door, earning an alarmed look. His computer screen flaring as a "game over" flashed on the screen behind him. I point at him, and steadily walk over to where he's sitting, gently grabbing his face in both my hands. A light dusting of orange spreads across his face, his glasses resting slightly askew.
"L-love what are you-" He started, his large hands tentatively resting on my arms.
I stare him dead in the eyes, completely serious.
"Your beauty outshines the sun. I am but the moon asking- no- pleading, yearning to bask in your warm radiance. I earnestly await the day when we become one, when our union will finally eclipse all around us in our ethreal splendor. You, my love, my sun, mean everything to me."
He sits there stunned. The once light dusting covering his whole face in a flushed glowing orange.
I kiss his nose and happily walk away leaving him stuttering and stumbling in curious wonder.
*I love writing overly dramatic stuff because it makes me feel better about my ubsurd stupidity. Plus I really like flirting with people who get flustered easily. Lol. Love this guy.*
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erineas · 1 year
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Hi there! Hope you don't mind but I'm just wondering if you have any recs for fanfics of the skellies :D I typically love reverse harem trope ones racoonsinqueen & tyranttortoise my absolute favs but if you know any that are just one main pairing but the writing is still good, I'd love to know :D
OK, EVERYONE STOP THEIR HORSES, because it's fanfic appreciation time ✨
I've read my fair share of fanfics, most aren't finished or their authors disappeared but I'll mention them too because they still very much worth it and I. Just. Love. Themmmm!
Also I'll try listing by memory so this is probably going to be messy:
Bitty Hunt by RND_Injustice (SSLL but you're a bitty! Unfinished, has 33 chapters + 18 bonus chapters in here. 10/10 Already read it three times) My Favorite Red Scarf by RND_Injustice (Reader x UT Papyrus. Unfinished, has 34 chapters. MY ABSOLUTE FAVORITE. 100/10 I want to marathon this fic with someone, if that makes sense) Fur a good time, Call by popatochisp (Reader x HT Sans. Finished, with extra chapters on Snips & Snails. Another favorite with a 100/10. Also want to marathon this one) Dirty Laundry by popatochisp (Reader x Swapfell bros. Finished. To be honest I don't remember much, that's why it's in my rereading list but it promise very good things and the feelings I get just reading bits are like-- kdjkdjkdj my heart!) On top of the Bone Pile by Lyrjok (Reverse Harem. Finished. Good writing, SSLL vibes but totally different and really good. 10/10. Rereading right now) A Mouse Among Skeletons by Duchess_Aquarius (Reverse Harem with more skeletons than the main 5 AUs. Kinda crazy, rlly, but I still ate it. Finished. Be sure to read the tags. Rlly good writing. You decide how good it is) Bones, Picked Clean by lulu-writes (Reverse Harem. Unfinished. 37 chapters. I don't remember much about it but I loved their Horrortale bros) The Skeleton Games by Poetax (Reader x UF Sans. On going, has 56 chapters by this time, SHORTY RED. I also love this one, another favorite hehe. Unexpected 100/10 to me) Aggre(v/g)ation by Llama_Goddess (Reverse Harem with UF/HT/UT Sans x Reader. Finished. Being honest again, I started reading years ago and haven't finished it for reasons that have nothing to do with the fic. I found it again and let's just say there's a reason why everyone worships this fic)
Those are ones that made my days the first time I enter tumblr. Now that i'm back, lets continue with the recent ones i've read:
House Next Door by BattleMaiden13 (Reverse Harem. On going. Has 130 chapters by this time but you're damned if you want to catch up because THAT AUTHOR IS FAST AF. I've started reading like a month ago and they already posted 25 chapters. Writing improves very fast as you're reading and there's so many things to enjoy. Delicious. 10/10) Saving Three Ex-cell-lent Skeletons by RecklesslyCaffeinated (Reverse harem with UF/HT/UT Sans x Reader. Finished with a second book on the works. ABSOLUTE BANGER. Another 10/10, made me heart bleed for skeletons and question myself) It's just a Game by Htsan (You x UT Sans. Finished. Unconventional. Read it if you like heavy angst and interactive games, and maybe hate your emotional stability... Really good, tho. 10/10. Made me cry so many times. Not gonna elaborate)
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voidandabyssal · 4 months
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~Masterlist~
~Requests are open!~
My Ao3!
the rules:
scenario hc has a max of four boys (or girls, whoever your requesting)
I'll always make the reader gender neutral unless otherwise specified.
Nsfw askes are allowed
No Frans askes or anything of the sort
the current au's I write for are:
Undertale (Papyrus and Sans)
Underfell (edge and red)
UnderSwap (stretch and blue)
Horrortale (crooks and axe
SwapFell red (Mutt and Black)
SwapFell Gold (Coffee and Wine)
Lusttale (Passion and Dior)
HorrorFell (Pyre and Hound)
HorrorSwap (Ell and Mull)
Dreamtale twins
Error and ink
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I'll add more au's when I get more familiar with them. You can still send asks to me about other au's just note that I may be a little inconsistent with the characterizations or I may just not know a lot about them.
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Snow stained blood (a HorrorFell Fanfiction, Sans x reader, Papyrus x reader) chapter 1: Snowdin Cabin, Chapter 2: ???
Ut and us bros x suicidal reader
my own personal little take on lusttale
ut and swap bros playing minecraft! part 2 to that post with all the other au boys!
Platonic Fell bros with reader!
SF bros meeting reader for the first time
Dream, Mutt, Axe Stretch with a very anxious and helpful reader!
tale and swap bros with a chubby insecure reader!
Undertale,underfell,underswap,and swapfell x Black! Dragon! Reader
sans and papyrus smut hc
ut and us boys reacting to reader having a old and sick dog
HF boys reacting to touch from a stranger and from their partner
SwapFell red boys with a platonic reader
Sans and papyrus reacting to their crush singing them a love song
ut and us bros with a neko reader
ut and us bros with a suicidal reader
Stardew valley au! Sans X reader
introducing the HorrorFell Boys!
meet cute with the fell Boys
How would Red, Axe, Blue and Dior react to reader in the same situation as in Below the Ice?
Papyrus Crush HC
Sans Crush HC
Undyne meet cute!
OG crew’s reaction to celebrating their first Gyftmas on the surface?
Tale and Fell boys reaction to you turning into an amalgram
Swap and SF (Red) boys reaction to you turning into an amalgram
Who is the least helpful if you turned into an amalgram?
which Asgores and Toriels are able to move on or not?
The og cast from Undertale’s reaction to Frisk being a normal kid
Would any of the confirmed couples of Alphys&Undyne or Tori&Asgore be open to a poly relationship?
How Adverse to humans is the Horror crew?
Below the Ice thoughts
more below the ice thoughts
Jokester Skelly boys’ reaction to making their crush laugh
tale, fell, swap and horror boys reaction to having a fallen angel s/o
Who is Doctor (HT Alphys)
Axe x black wendigo reader
Romantic date with Mutt (SF red Papyrus)
Swap and Fell boys love languages
Og undertale crew ends up having to play a horror game
Which toriels and asgores would be most likely to get back together? (or shouldn't at all)
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sillyunknownkitkat · 5 months
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Undertale
Sans :
Hypersexual reader comfort
Papyrus :
Hypersexual reader comfort
Frisk :
Nothing yet
Chara :
Nothing yet
Asriel :
Nothing yet
Toriel :
Nothing yet
Asgore :
Nothing yet
Astel/Astelle :
Nothing yet
Mettaton :
Nothing yet
Undyne :
Nothing yet
Alphys :
Nothing yet
Muffet :
Nothing yet
Grillby :
Nothing yet
Underswap
Blue (sans) :
Hypersexual reader comfort
Stretch (papyrus):
Hypersexual reader comfort
Swap (Gaster) :
Nothing yet
Others :
Nothing yet
Underfell
Red (sans) :
Hypersexual reader comfort
Edge (papyrus) :
Hypersexual reader comfort
Fell (gaster) :
Nothing yet
Others :
Nothing yet
Swapfell
Viper (sans) :
Nothing yet
Puppy/pup (papyrus) :
Nothing yet
Sf/??? (Gaster) :
Nothing yet
Others :
Nothing yet
Other Au's
Ink :
Ink x clingy/touchy reader (kinda Ink slender I'm sorry)
Error :
Nothing yet
Dream :
Nothing yet
Nightmare :
Nothing yet
Axe/Bear (ht sans) :
Nothing yet
Killer :
Nothing yet
Dust :
Nothing yet
Fresh :
Nothing yet
Cross :
Nothing yet
Geno :
Nothing yet
Reaper :
Nothing yet
Birdie (aviantale sans) :
Nothing yet
G (echotale gaster!sans) :
Nothing yet
Epic :
Nothing yet
Others :
Nothing yet
All credits to the characters belong to their original creator. I do not proclaim them as mine. Undertale belongs to TobyFox
Last updated : the 2nd December 2023
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magic-hcs · 2 years
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What could a crush or s/o do/be like to make the boys unable to stop themselves from kissing them right then and there?
For Sans, Bean, Syrup and Red uwu
Oh that’s so cute! I love that anon!
Warning: s/o punches a guy
Bean: HT Papyrus
Syrup: US Papyrus
Red: UF
If you like what you read, please consider dropping a comment.
Let’s cast some magic and see what we’ll get!✨✨
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Sans: You are spouting witty remarks and knowledge, and Sans finds himself almost leaning on the table with his entire weight, elbows placed on the table. There are practically hearts in his sockets as he listens to you talk, cheek bones resting on his metacarpals. His smile has turned dopey a while ago. And oh stars, you’re talking so smartly and it does things to Sans. You created these fluttery warm feelings inside his soul, yet he doesn’t want it to ever stop. Sans finds himself zoning in on your lips as you talk at some point. He’s enthralled as he watches how your lips form words, not hearing you anymore this skeleton has become a puddle in-front of you.
Help this poor man he’s so screwed.
You’ll get the same reaction when you wear clothes that reveal your thighs. Sans can’t keep his hands to himself he gotta touch you, he gotta feel your skin underneath his phalanges. You just draw him in and he can’t stop the white pinpricks forming into hearts as he leans in.
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Bean: You don’t have to do anything special to get such a reaction from him. You could just be helping him cook dinner while standing next to him in his spare apron. The fabric folded once because it was too big on you. Or you could be massaging his shoulders and upper back since it hurts quite often. Either way…your doing something very domestic with him and Bean can’t help but feel a soft warmth manifest from his soul and spread through his entire body. Reaching from the top of his skull, going all the way down to the tips of his toes. His soul is singing out to you.
Bean’s phalanges twitch as he watches you, filled with the urge to hold you so close to his chest. He wants you to hear the song his soul is humming for you.
Do you hear it?
It has never made such a melody before…you do this to him.
Will you be able to face the repercussions?
As Bean holds your chin between two phalanges, he leans ever closer to your face. To your lips. His eyesockets are lidded filled with a softness you can’t describe. The next action puts firework to shame.
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Syrup: He had just made you laugh real bad. You’re wheezing, snorting, oinking, tooting, whatever your doing you stunned him into silence and awe. Syrup has completely forgotten why you’re even laughing in the first place.
Had he made a joke?
Did he stumble and trip?
It doesn’t really matter. Because you’re laughing and it’s all Syrup’s mind can register, and all he can focus on.
There are tears in your eyes, and Syrup can’t stop his hand from reaching out and wiping the tears away. There’s just one sentence filling his mind: “i’m really screwed…ain’t i..?” But it doesn’t bother him. Not at all. He welcomes the feeling, embraces it and cherishes it close to his soul.
He never wants to let you go again.
The hand he used to wipe away the tears is now cupping your cheek. You look up, cheeks heating up from the way Syrup looks at you.
His eyelights gaze upon you and its as if you’re his entire world. As if the most precious thing that ever graced the earth was standing in front of him only for him to see. His gaze is so dazed, so warm. Syrup doesn’t show such an unguarded expression around just anyone. You can’t help but feel special.
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Red: The two of you went for dinner at grillbys, having fun; enjoying good food and appreciating each other’s company. That is till some douch bags decided to show up and started calling Red names. The names itself didn’t bother him, not at all. It was that you were there to witness such distasteful shit.
That was what bothered him.
But then; they said a specific crude word “freakshow” or something like that - Red wasn’t really paying attention to what they were saying. That ticked you off. You rose to your feet and marched towards the guy who made the comment. Now Red had no idea what you were going to do, but one look at your face, he could make a guess. And ho boy, did he guess right. Before he could even utter a “babe” you sucker-punched the guy in the face, and as the guy’s face greeted the floor one thought entered Red’s mind.
Holy fucking shit! That was hot….You were so fucking hot!
Red gulped audibly - but not in fear - soul creating a strong thump against his chest. He hooked a phalange at the collar of his shirt before pulling it slightly. Red’s eyelights turned into hearts as every bone in his body urged him to get up and take your far away from this place. Pinning you against the nearest surface and touch every inch of available skin…kiss every bare spot on your body.
And that’s exactly what he does. Red moves before any else can, grabbing your hand he pulls you against him before shortcutting away. He doesn’t know where he takes you, all he can focus on is you. You, you, you, you.
You stood up for his ass. And he wants to thank you properly.
Red presses you gently against the wall, sockets were lidded while he looks at you with eyelights still formed into hearts. The only words he can push past his teeth is a dazedly growl of “marry me.”
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Than you for participating in this spell, I hope it was to your satisfaction!
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dressycobra7 · 5 months
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Ok I'm a sucker for poly shit too because I am poly so for that one lil road trip one, which characters would you like? I can and will write for both Sans and Papyrus aus :3 (you can always answer this privately if you wanna)
AHHHHHHH yeeeeesssss!!! Happy to hear!! Ok I was thinking of perhaps ut, uf, and ht sans? They’re always such a cute trio with reader and I really love reading fics with them!
also unrelated to the request BUT since u love poly stuff this is literally one of my all time favourite sans and papyrus x reader fics: https://archiveofourown.org/works/20645354/chapters/49026686
it’s literally so cute and I really loved the plot of it and I would 1000% recommend giving it a read when u have the time!!
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pacifistofpatience · 4 years
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HT!Papyrus x Reader
Warning: little bit of blood
“Your-! Your Hands!!”
Those were the first words you heard as you stepped into your home. You barely had enough time to place your coat on the hanger before Papyrus had your hands in his. Eye lights narrowed into little slits.
Exhaustion made it so that it took your mouth a moment to catch up with your thoughts, but you eventually found your voice, “Oh, yeah, sorry, work was crazy today.”
“What???” Papyrus snapped, “Your- Your Hands Are Bleeding!!”
You blinked.
“Were, they stopped,” was all you could think to say, then as an afterthought, “It’s not that much, just a little bit.”
“A Little Bit!?” Papyrus scoffed, “Even A ‘Little Bit’ Is Too Much!! Come...”
Papyrus released his grip on your hands in order to scoop you into his arms. With a flurry of movement you soon found yourself seated on the toilet (Lid down, thank the stars) as your partner knelt in front of you, first aid kit opened wide as he pulled out band aids.
“Pappy...” You said wanting to protest but lacking the energy to do so, “Listen, you really don’t have to--- it--its not that bad--”
“Absolute Nonsense!” Papyrus said, “You're Hurt, And No Matter How Small It Is It Needs To Be Taken Care Of.”
Of course.
You gave in easily. Leaning into Papyrus touch as he placed colorful little dog themed band aids around your fingers. When Papyrus pressed his teeth to your lips, you melted into the kiss. 
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hollythehills · 1 year
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Chapter One: Running On Carbs
First Fanfic guysss <3
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It was quiet. As usual.
You mean. You would hope so, right? It is a library after all. But there weren't many people there and although you enjoyed sharing your love of literature with other people you had to admit you liked it like this. There were no children running amuck, parents leaving them here in hopes that some poor librarian will feel bad enough to watch over them, or maybe even hoping that the child will sit down and read a book. There were a couple of teenagers out and about but they were always quiet, too afraid of drawing any attention to themselves. You tried your best to make sure they especially felt at home here, because this was your safe space when you were their age. Probably why you work here now.
But you're not complaining. After all, you were getting paid to read a majority of your day now that you mostly work front desk. Sure you have to deal with the occasional missing book or library card, or angry parent (always for the worst reasons, one time a lady came in demanding why you kept a copy of Catcher in the Rye, as if you specifically had any say in what the library did and did not carry), but all in all it was a nice gig. At that moment you were reading some fantasy trilogy that was just another euphemism for racism without actually including racism, a hierarchy within a hierarchy. But the writing style was easy to follow and refreshing so are you really to blame for becoming so immersed in your novel?
Unfortunately yes. The cough in front of you seems incredibly adamant on getting your attention. You look up from your book ready to help and are met with the gaze of...
Well actually it took you a second to realize you were actually meeting the gaze of anything. Instead of eyes you were met with eyesockets which would be surprising if not for the skeleton they were attached to.
Your eyes widened trying to take in the sight. The skeleton was incredibly tall and wore a beanie. He had on a sweater and some type of gardening pants. He kind of loomed over you in a way, he didn't seem to be trying to intimidate you, but he was absolutely having the affect.
You rose your chin and put on your best customer-service smile, "Hello, sir. How may I help you?", your voice carried to the skeleton clearly, without a hint of a waver.
Wordlessly, the skeleton placed a book on the counter and nodded to it. You caught the cover and it seemed to be a cookbook. You cocked your head, waiting for some kind of clarification. You hadn't ever seen this skeleton here but you assumed he had been here before with how confidently he walked to the counter. Perhaps he was mute, you thought.
You asked carefully, "Do you have a library card, sir?"
There was a pause before he cocked his head. Almost like a puppy. You were about to ask again before he finally spoke, "no."
There was another pause where you waited a moment for him to say more, but he didn't. He had an incredibly deep voice that reverberated through the small corner counter that you sat at and although it puzzled you that someone who probably didn't have vocal cords was talking you nodded and pulled out the forms from the shelf next to you.
"I can get a card set up for you. I'll just need your name and email."
The skeleton stared again, looking down at you from his spot in front of the counter. He seemed confused again so you explained, "The name is for our system, just so we have a clue about what person has what book." You looked up from the form, "If you want I can use a nickname, it doesn't really have to be your 'legal name'," you used air quotes, "and I promise I'm not a snitch." Your lips curled into a natural smile and the skeleton seemed to relax a bit, though he still seemed on edge. His hands were in the pockets of his rough pants, which made him seem even bigger than he was, almost puffed up in a way. Finally after a moment he said quietly, "don't have an email."
Oh.
"Oh." You said, very intelligently, "That's no problem, if you'd like I can put a phone number in the system too. Or we can set up an email now if I could help with that."
He nodded gruffly, muttering a thanks while you waved him into a room behind the counter. The room was open to the rest of the library, but it was a little more private and you figured the skeleton would like that better than the open counter. He followed and watched as you got up from your chair. He eyelights followed you to the doorway and he trailed behind you, careful to keep a bit of a distance.
"Alright," you sat down with a huff and a flinch at the dull sting in your lower back, it was sore from your mattress (which was beginning to show springs on the outside instead of the inside), you needed to get it replaced but you didn't have the funds for that right now. He seemed to notice with how he eyed you warily, and you quickly tried to wave his concern away, "Oh don't worry about me. Bad back."
He nodded, seeming to understand. It surprised you that he didn't ask any questions, though it shouldn't have considering he's said less than ten words the entire conversation. Maybe it was only because you were so used to the looks and the questions. It was probably a human thing, the nosiness. Heh. Nose. Skeleton.
"Alright," you repeated, shaking that line of thought away. "Do you have a phone with you?"
He raised his brow bone but nodded, "yeah."
"Cool, so open an internet browser and go to..."
The whole ordeal took about fifteen minutes, only because the skeleton, who you knew was named Oak now, didn't seem to completely grasp the whole technology thing. But you get it, technology on the surface is pretty different than the underground so you didn't make a big deal about it.
You led him to the desk to finally check out the books and after you do he stops for a moment.
"hey, uh. I just." He looks at the books and nods, "thanks. for all the help." He looks like he wants to say more, but he doesn't and you smile.
"'Course, hon. Glad to help."
That was the first time you saw him.
But it was not the first time he saw you.
He had been watching from afar. At first it wasn't on purpose. He saw you on the other end of the bread isle at the grocers that he frequented. That became his favorite grocers, because it seemed to be yours. He didn't know what it was about you. At first. He just assumed that he liked you physically. The way your arms looked like they knew how to kneed bread (something he had been doing a lot of lately, since he finally had the time), the way your nose was just a little too big to support those glasses you always wore so that they sat on the very edge. Your legs were big, strong. But they still had a jiggle to them. He knew you really liked bread, he saw you in a bakery once and he thinks he actually saw your eyes sparkle staring at all of the baked goods. He tried it the same day, a couple hours after you left. It wasn't creepy, he said to himself. It was just curiosity. The sour dough there was fine. He knew he could do better.
He found himself constantly thinking about you. Not in an obsessive way, it was very casual. When he was baking he wondered if you would enjoy the cupcakes or the macaroons or the banana bread he was making. During game night he thought about whether you were competitive or not. He hoped you were. Because he wasn't and playing was only fun if someone playing the game was actually trying to win.
When he was out with his brother he spotted you in a cafe. You were in a booth that would've perfectly fit him and his brother too. He convinced Poplar to come into the cafe with him, even though it was a little too crowded for his taste. There weren't a lot of people, but humans tended to stare at him and his brother, maybe because they looked a little menacing, o maybe just because they were monsters he could never really tell. He knew he and his brother were definitely tall, compared to humans. So that could be the reason. But to believe that it were the only reason is naive, he told himself. And he was anything but that.
He ordered a red eye, he didn't know what that was but...c'mon. It's pretty funny. The kid taking his order smiled when he said it, he was glad someone appreciated the joke because his brother surely didn't.
"Sans Please, We Are In Public." His brother huffed but there was a hint of a grin on his skull that Oak saw clearly. He chuckled gruffly and went to sit at a table that had a good view of you. You were cuddled into your booth, a book in one hand with your fingers wrapped around a mug in the other. The drink seemed to be very light in color and the empty sugar packets on the table told him that you liked your coffee sweet. He laughed a bit in his head, how funny is it that he baked all of these sweet things and doesn't like sweets. And here you are. A solution to that problem. It was funny, but just a thought, he told himself. You were just a little crush. He had heard people call it a 'hallway crush', when you see someone around you think is really attractive. And then you keep seeing them around, and now you know all of this stuff about them and you can't really do anything with it but you really want to get to know them better but you cant really work up the courage to just go up to them and say hi so. Yeah. A predicament.
Poplar nudged him. He sat across him in the booth, but because the booth is against the opposite wall from where you were sitting they both have full sight of you. Which means Poplar definitely saw his staring at you.
"She's Cute." He grinned at Oak, his eye-lights twinkling behind his thick glasses. Now that he was looking, Oak saw that his brothers glasses were really similar to yours, though yours were thinner than Poplar's. Oak's face dusted in a light blush, the color a rusty red. He nodded and hoped his brother would come off the topic.
He did not. "We Should Go Talk To Her."
Oak's face snapped up to meet his brother's face. That... didn't seem like a good idea. He knew that you were pretty nice for a human, but he had never seen you interact with a monster before and he did not want to run the risk of you somehow being a monster hater. What if you were a complete bigot? He had no way of knowing. All he knew was that you liked coffee and bread. He was sure bigots also like coffee and bread. Who didn't like coffee and bread? He eyed the book you were reading. Tales from the Cafe. Okay that wasn't a book that bigots usually read, but it wasn't unheard of. "uh. i don't know about that, bro."
Poplar did not look shocked. And that is because he wasn't. Oak was a homebody, it was very rare that he ever found interest in another person that did not live in their house. He did not have friends, and although he claimed that it didn't bother him, Poplar had the suspicion that he was a little lonelier than he led on. "Why Not? I'm Sure She'd Love Someone To Talk To Right Now." That was a lie. Poplar was almost certain that if someone had interrupted him while he was reading at a coffee shop alone, sitting a booth in a coffee shop alone, and sipping coffee alone and someone interrupted him he would be many things among perplexed. And he knew that his brother knew that. But he couldn't squander this moment of interest that he saw in him What if his brother had found a datemate? And Poplar did have to admit, you were quite attractive. He wouldn't mind seeing you around the house everyday.
Oak shook his head a little. "naw, you've got the wrong idea." His brother squinted his eyes at him. He looked away, "I mean. not completely wrong. i just recognized her from that bakery we started going to."
Poplar looked even more delighted, which Oak thought wasn't possible. He practically vibrated in his seat when he said, "Perfect! You Two Have Something In Common."
"i don't think bread is something really significant to bond over, paps."
Poplar lifted his brow bone, "Now We Both Know That Is Completely Untrue. You And Red Ended An Argument With A Focaccia."
"that was different."
Poplar looked smug, but didn't push it any further. His brother was a procrastinator, but he knew that if he really cared about something he would do it. Poplar cringed inwardly at the choice of words in his inner monologue, but he knew what he meant.
The coffee and treats arrived (coffee for Oak, treats for Poplar) and it turns out that a 'Red Eye' is just a black coffee with two shots of espresso. It was very good, Oak finished it all and hoped he wouldn't be too jittery later. His caffeine tolerance was pretty high but his anxiety was higher. He watched his brother eat the chocolate chip biscuits they bought. They looked pretty good, enough fluff and the layers looked decent. Poplar ripped off a small piece and handed it to Oak. He ate it, chewing thoughtfully. It was definitely shipped frozen, but otherwise it was fine. He nodded and Poplar smiled. Oak glanced at you. Still wrapped up in your book, but one of the baristas must have brought you some food while he was talking to Poplar because he saw a plate of three biscuits at you table. Chocolate chip.
They left before you did. You didn't see them, but they saw you.
And then Oak saw you at the library. He was only trying to find some books for his brother. It was his week to cook dinner and he wanted something different. Oak didn't see you until he was done looking through the library. You were just there. He wasn't even looking for you. But there you were, and he guessed now he knew one more thing about you. Where you worked.
You asked him for a library card. He definitely had his brother's card in his pocket. He wasn't a serious reader. But he guessed it was never too late to start.
You helped him get everything he needed, an email (which he definitely had, but now he had one especially for your place of work. you know. just in case), and he has his own library card now. He found out a couple of things that day.
One: You are definitely not a monster hater.
Two: He already kind of knew this from the cafe experience, but when you're reading you have no sense of your surroundings.
and
Three: He really liked you. And he didn't think it was just a little crush anymore.
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anneimaginesundertale · 7 months
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(Sansy with a SO that passed our from over work)
Oh cher, that's just not gonna do! He scoops you up and takes you to bed, and he sits with you to make sure you're all right. He also calls his brother. While he's watching over you, Sweets is working on a plan to make sure this never Happens Again!
When you come to, the boys feed you, give you tea or coffee, and then have The Talk. You can't do this to yourself, cher! No, really, ya gotta stop. Ya skipped two meals. Ya can't do that! Sweets has a whole plan to help you get stuff done every day so things don't pile up. Yeah, they'll talk to your boss if they need to. Yeah, no, they really will. Sansy don't mind pulling out the scary face if he's gotta. You're more important than work, cher. Now have another sandwich.
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yeosin-n · 2 years
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Sans: I like y/n. She brings home a lot of money.
Papyrus: She brings home a lot of chicken, rice, and eggs.
HT!Sans: And more eggs, and chicken, rice, and chicken.
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