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tosikoarts · 4 years

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SFW Alphabet | Shiraishi Yoshitake

Long live the King! You can check tosikowrites tag for more. Warning: there’s a lot under the cut.

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Relationship for Shiraishi is more about friendship with intimacy than a long tradition-based order of courtship and conventions. His affection does not manifest in standard gestures like buying flowers or singing serenades, acting all gentlemanly and saving the day pompously like a romantic novel protagonist. If he ever does anything from list above, it is his daydreaming that he doesn’t try to bring to life.

One of Shiraishi’s main goal in the relationship is to keep his partner happy, and the main sign that they are happy is their shrill laughter. It doesn’t matter if they are laughing because stray toothy animal bit his head or because the joke was funny (yay!), mission accomplished and he is satisfied. Seeing them cry is worse than being hit hundred times with a baton.

Every single soul in the one kilometer radius know whom Shiraishi loves and why he loves them and how amazing, adorable, lovely, cool they are. Sugimoto and Asirpa are making earplugs because Shiraishi can’t shut the hell up. He managed to piss off the men who kidnapped him with bragging about his loved one. Kiroranke puts maximum effort not to bury him in the nearest snowdrift. His admiration doesn’t die down through years.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

The best friend to get dumb with. Sing inappropriate songs, prank others, annoy boring elders and all this jazz. His jokes are never offensive because Shiraishi wants to have good time only but they are unpredictable and never repetitive. His instinct of self-preservation goes m.i.a. in the process so it’s literally life-saving to have a reliable person by the side.

If you need a friend to gossip with Shiraishi is you best choice. He got hot tea on everyone, I mean e v e r y o n e, from old man Hijikata to naïve Koito and he needs best friend to spill it. Damn, Shiraishi is definitely that bih with neon acrylics and golden hoops.

Probably the friend that introduce you to people and brings you into new circles. Wide range of characters, social statuses, affiliations gives a chance to meet potential partners. There is one unspoken rule though: you come here as Shiraishi’s bff, you leave this place as Shiraishi’s bff.

Speaking of which, he comes across as possessive friend. Restriction of other’s social circle and constant need in validation aren’t his behavior traits, but Shiraishi is sensitive to subtle changes in communication. Sole possibility of losing the established connection gives him extreme anxiety. To avoid it he can make concessions and sacrifice his own interests for them.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Eeh, indifferent? He doesn’t seem like a big fan of cuddling but will do it on occasions. When lights are down and they are in a private of the room, Shiraishi may spoon them to feel the comfort of another person and a little bit of safety he finds in their touch. He doesn’t have a preferred position as well: whatever his loved one wants he will do without hesitation.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

The closest home equivalent that Shiraishi knows is a dark prison cell and this is how he sees the stability in its best light. Yep, same food every day, funny inadequacies behind the adjacent wall, and a guy in not-so-sexy uniform who checks his asshole now and then. What a paradise. Seriously, he needs time to get used to concept of comfort zone. Maybe, after few years Shiraishi himself will offer to find a cozy place for both of them. Average cook. Doesn’t know how to hold a broom.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Breaking up with Shiraishi is a whole three-ring circus because he is hot and then cold, yes and then no. Get ready to prepare sad clown look for both you and him because it will be a long story: as soon as the idea settles in his head, Shiraishi will turn into giant wreck. Everybody around notices him walking in circles as well as asking Sugimoto how to properly show person that he is not interested. Of course, he ignores rational “just tell them, set a record straight”. Of course, Shiraishi plays dumb and tries to distance himself in all ways possible and impossible. The only way to end this agony is to break the relationship yourself before the mutual sympathy and respect turn into disgust and tension.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Doesn’t experience a burning passion to get married but doesn’t completely discards this possibility either. If person seems to be the only one, the meant one, Shiraishi will pop a question after 3-4 years of stable relationship. Cruel push and pull game, sudden break ups and get backs together kill his will to settle down. He may stay with them but Shiraishi will never bring up thought of marriage, wedding bells, and family.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Even the prison could not knock softness out of Shiraishi: he is utterly gentle with his partner, dreading hurting them or jeopardize their life with the hunt of tattooed skins. Choosing the right words is a little more complicated so translation of an emotional mess in his head does not always convey implied sentiment. That’s the reason why Shiraishi may be unintentionally harsh when it comes to serious conversations: he is torn between being tender and showing firm character.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Somehow, loves hugs but rarely initiate them. He is almost always cold, his skin feels cold and rough like papyrus paper, therefore, his partner frequently serves as a living heater. When they are busy with work or chores, Shiraishi catches their hand and embraces their arm, practically immobilizing it. Hints fly left and right when Shiraishi wants a hug: he really comes to the partner with puppy eyes and index finger pointing towards one another because no, he won’t go for it himself, he want his loved one to do it.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Mentally, he already did it when they met for first time but it takes at least a month for Shiraishi to say three magic words aloud. Two would be even better. He's not serious enough to wait for the friendly phase of a romantic relationship when people have already got used to each other. The longer the relationship lasts, the more serious Shiraishi gets though. You can hear it in the changing of his voice when his playful “I love you so so much” shifts to calm and earnest confession.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Easily jealoused walking disaster that will follow his partner like a poodle if they give him a reason to doubt their faithfulness. Sometimes Shiraishi overreacts, he even thought Sugimoto was looking at his loved one somehow weirdly but quickly brushed this idea off just for it to come back to him next day. Shiraishi gets extremely needy and tries to show everybody that this is HIS person. He is NOT sharing. They love ME. He gives them extra kisses, hugs, grabs their hand and squeezes it few times, smiles at them as much as he physically can.

If his loved one is the one being overly flirtatious, Shiraishi feels awful. Wave of insecurity knocks him off the feet and he doesn’t know what to do. He is overthinker so without proper explanation Shiraishi comes up with the worst scenarios possible. In this case he distance himself until person reassures him in their relationship.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

In the beginning, Shiraishi seems the worst kisser in the world. He has little experience, almost no experience to be honest: yujo do not have time to teach clients the art of kissing. So, yeah, he is pretty average, goofy, sloppy and eager. Wants to kiss everywhere anyhow.

After a little bit of training his kisses become more sophisticated, and Shiraishi himself doesn’t try to jump on his partner with smooches. He is still impatient when they put their hands on him and tends to get touchy even in public places. When Shiraishi gets in the mood for kissing session, he is unstoppable.

There is a sweet spot right under the earlobe kissing which send Shiraishi on the cloud nine. One kiss and he surrounds to the will of the partner. Ask whatever you want. Besides that he doesn’t care where to be kissed. Likes to give his partner gentle pecks on the nose and cheeks.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

If you remember chart going around the Tumblr with categories like “wine aunt, great at babysitting, mediocre at babysitting” Shiraishi would fall both in “God is dead, house is on fire” and “Is a baby”. Kids absolutely love him because they are on the same level *cough cough* and he is overall funny guy unlike the most adults around. Shiraishi likes active games and never sits still. For every crying child he got a candy and few tricks in his sleeve. He would love to be a father one day so he has few more minions to annoy grumpy people.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

People who sleep in together stay together. This is the rule of Yoshitake house. No matter what time his partner wakes up Shiraishi wakes up later. Nine in the morning? He is in the bed until noon. Three in the afternoon? He is still sleeping, squeezing his partner tightly in his arms. Even after waking up Shiraishi stays under the blanket. He playfully asks the loved one if they want to keep him company and cuddle too but if they are in hurry, he will lazily crawl out of bed and cook something for them.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Prefers to spend night outside gambling or drinking, skinny-dipping, lying in the grass and telling fables with varying percentage of truth. In the cold season Shiraishi still likes to go downtown but mainly to meet old friends and have dinner with them and his loved one. Rarely he chooses to stay in the comfort of home. Shiraishi teaches his partner different board games, and soon playing turns into a competition. From time to time Shiraishi loses on purpose, gifting sweet victory in shogi/igo/karuta to the most significant person in his life.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

You don’t have to ask anything unless you want to spend next hour listening to Shiraishi’s biography. He will tell you about the relationship with parents, about childhood scar on the knee, about search of Sister Miyazawa, and what a bastards his cellmates were. The list is endless, and every day Shiraishi remembers one more story he forgot to tell. There are only two things that can stop him: firm “no, not now, Shiraishi” from the partner and lack of mutual openness on their part.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

It is impossible to piss Shiraishi off. His ability to reduce everything to a joke does not help only in advanced cases where person wanted to break his neck from the beginning. Even when his patience runs out, Shiraishi cannot explode in anger, he just grimaces, stomps, and spits sarcasm. In everyday life, he avoids conflicts as much as possible and does everything to find a convenient compromise so you won’t catch him slipping. He would rather go for a walk and leave another person to cool down than get involved in heated argument.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He doesn’t remember shit if his partner doesn’t indicate that it is important information. Worth remembering. Shiraishi, please, listen. At the same time he notices slight changes in their appearance, from new haircut to ring, and keeps in mind such details like eye color, favorite clothes, maybe, particular qualities like never buttoning shirt up completely or writing notes on the wrist. Anniversaries? Baby, he doesn’t remember what day it is today. Just give up.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

The first kiss. Not only did it happen completely by accident due to a bet, but it was so awkward and unexpected that Shiraishi forgot how kissing works. Yep, he froze feeling their warm lips on his, only eyebrows slightly raised up in disbelief. After this incident, Shiraishi could not stop thinking about them. God, he is disgrace, to embarrass yourself in front of the person you like. It could not be otherwise. To remedy the situation, Shiraishi pulled himself together, remembered the cheesiest lines in the reserve, and suggested to try again because he was astonished by their daring attitude. He has no idea what happened after that but that spontaneous kiss with a touch of childishness and innocence stayed with him forever.

Oh, one more moment! Meeting them after coming back from Karafuto. Honestly, Shiraishi didn’t believe he will make it out alive. Ogata or Kiroranke could slice his throat, hide the body, and tell Asirpa he left with his tail between his legs. Therefore, it is miracle to see their adorable face again.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Let’s be real, he is the one who needs protection. He also needs some ass-whooping for getting in troubles regularly too but that is not the point. Shiraishi rarely stands up against obviously strong opponents and chooses famous Joestar backup plan – run for his life with loved one under his arm. Another option includes involvement of threatening allies, mostly Sugimoto, to save them both. Sometimes courage overwhelms him, and Shiraishi comes up with risky but bold plan how to save them without outside help but it happens much less often.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Most of the time, Shiraishi hopes that everything will be fine by itself, every event will run like clockwork without excessive effort. Dates are unpretentious: no fancy restaurants, exquisite gifts, long intricate confessions of endless love, etc. To his credit, Shiraishi takes chores more or less seriously and does his best. For the anniversaries he transforms in person you've never seen before: dressed immaculately Shiraishi holds a small bouquet of bright moss phlox and box of sweet sakuramochis, his face glows with happiness and love, however, you can sense a nervousness behind the wide smile. On days so special, he is afraid to ruin the mood with usual tomfoolery.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Canonically, Shiraishi is not the tidiest person around. For some it may be stumbling block because constant battle with desire to throw him in hot springs and scrub ingrained dirt with the hardest sponge can be too tiresome. Also Shiraishi bites his nails until they bleed as well as pulls the hangnails until his fingers start to hurt.

A sense of proportion leaves Shiraishi as soon as a bottle of sake appears on the horizon. Even though he is funny and harmless drinker, he goes overboard with alcohol to end up throwing out behind the nearest pine.

Little lies always slip through the conversation no matter what it is about. When the truth is revealed, it is too late to blame him.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Shiraishi doesn’t care about his appearance but likes to get compliments on it. He knows bunch of tricks how to remove different stains from clothes in the wild and doesn't know how to avoid them. One look is enough for Shiraishi: he could wear his old prison uniform for life time because it is strangely comfortable and universal for any event. Except the pursuit by guards, of course.

Has mixed feelings about his tattoos. Living with them is to sit on a powder keg: you never know when the new man with the gold rush will try to scalp you alive.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Gets very, very attached to the friends and loved ones so break up feels like punch in the gut. Unlike the rest, Shiraishi basically refuses to let go. He gets clingy, keeps acting like nothing happened, like they are still the best friends, just to cover up growing emptiness inside. No matter how hard he ignores it, Shiraishi can feel how part of him fades. Sometimes even abrupt refusal doesn’t work, but it’s simply his way to deal with sadness. After few weeks, he has an insight that things will never be the same and that when it hits him. Shiraishi tries to distance himself and it takes all of his strength since by this time he becomes easily distracted, irritated, and whiny. He needs months to get over it.

If they died or were killed, Shiraishi puts effort to maintain his clown image. Only closest people can notice small detail that give away his sorrow and melancholy. Doesn't attempt to get revenge. The time to recover increases to year.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Do you think Shiraishi went to jail so often because of negligence? Partially, yes. Besides the fact Shiraishi is being hopeless fool, he finds prison cell a great place to take a break from fleeting life. If you think about it time slows down behind bars. There’s no point to worry what tomorrow will bring, how to survive and make it through another scuffle, and his impressive skills guarantee him easy escape.

Shiraishi has joint hypermobility syndrome which helps him bend joints at unusual angles and even pull bones out of the fossae. Prolonged arthralgia is a side effect that Shiraishi had to deal with from the first conscious days. There are days when the pain becomes so excruciating that he just wants to lie still and stare at the sky for 24 hours.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Continuous scolding when there is a reason and when there is not. Yes, with his behavior it is difficult to resist the urge to say a couple of strong words or raise your voice, and Shiraishi is totally okay with it until rebuke becomes daily tradition.

Shiraishi's thoughts are always in motion, usually Brownian motion, his body twitches even when he tries to sit calmly in one place so stagnation in any form would be the death of him. This includes repetitive thoughts, boring behavior, and general passivity.

Shiraishi is genuinely upset if his partner doesn't like children. This is an inexplicable feeling, he really hurts if they ignore little ones or, worse, openly express dislike for kids.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

Prepare yourself to unexpected awakening in the middle of the night, you will have a lot of them. Shiraishi keeps running from guardians of the law even in his sleep: he kicks, turns, throws his arms out to the sides for the most part of the night. Accidental elbow blow to the nose is not uncommon either. Worst of all, he does not wake up after that!

In the morning Shiraishi likes to sneak closer to his loved one and just presses him onto them. Like, completely. He throws his leg over them, hugs them, presses his cheek to their back, and if it feels just right in winter, in summer such cuddle can be a real test.

Abrupt sleep schedule changes do not bother Shiraishi at all. His organism is so adapted to the crazy lifestyle that he stays fresh even after sleepless night, after waking up at 3 a.m. and going to bed at 3 p.m.

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redeyedryu · 4 years

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Cross Dimensional Problems

Chapter 8 - Warmth | [Ao3] | 1 | « | x | » |

And now we’re caught up! Tried to sprinkle a wee bitta fluff in this chapter after the events of the previous one. I apologize if the French is weird, I only have Google to rely on. *sweats*

Summary: There’s something not quite right about that guy.

The next few days pass in a haze.

Not long after your “discussion” with Rus, Sans had knocked on your door to return your phone and pass along a charger he had put together for you. You had given him a simple thank you, then closed the door in his face, unable to muster up the energy to put your manners to proper use.

Maybe you should have told Sans about that night, you find yourself thinking some time after he had already left. ...But would he have even cared? Your mind flashed to Rus’s words, to his dismissive attitude, and a stabbing ache radiated through your chest. No, no, it’s better not to bother anyone with this. It's not like they would care.

It was easy to hole yourself away after that. Among your phone and the charger, Sans had included a bit of paper with their network information, allowing you to connect to their alien internet. When you weren't sleeping, you distracted yourself with this world’s equivalent of YouTube and Google. You searched through various news articles: local, national, global; political, entertainment, technology, arts. It was… strange and disconcerting. There were a surprising number of parallels between this place and yours, and yet the differences were stark. Major brands you would be able to recognize in a heartbeat seemingly didn't exist here; certain well-known game series, while they did exist, hadn't garnered the same attention here and had petered out after a single instillation—two, if they were lucky. You thought it some kind of interesting that the Mother/EarthBound series didn't seem to exist. Neither did Smash, apparently.

That made you smile a bittersweet grin. No wonder Sans seemingly hadn't understood your reference before.

Nightmare hasn't shown himself since, but sometimes, when you're just on the border between sleep and wakefulness, you think you catch movement in the darkest corners of the room. Your gaze never lingers, and you never focus, scared of what you might see.

You only ever sneak from your borrowed room to go to the bathroom or rummage something from the kitchen when everyone else is asleep. You're aware you're avoiding everyone, that this isn't healthy, but at the same time you just can't bring yourself to care. Why should you, when no one else does?

It's once again ass o’ clock and you're currently standing in the darkened kitchen, lit only by the open fridge you're staring into as if it holds the answer to life itself. There are various stacked tupperware, a package of thawing ground beef, and quite a few other food bits scattered about. Needless to say, it doesn't appear that anyone is hard up on food stuffs in this house. You don't feel any less guilty about taking from them, though.

You eventually settle on nabbing the carton of eggs, a bottle of mustard, and some shredded cheddar. Setting them on the counter by the stove, you swipe a packet of English muffins from the bread box. As you pivot on your heel, bread in hand, intent on digging up a pan, you’re startled to find someone standing right behind you.

“JESUS!” you shout, arms pulling to your chest, which leads to you accidentally whacking your would-be assailant with the packet of muffins straight across the face.

They don't move, don't so much as flinch, just stare at you with mis-matched eye lights. He blinks, whether in disbelief or offense you can't say. One thing’s for sure though: the floor is now littered with bread.

A smidge of guilt and no small amount of annoyance rolls from you as Ink grins. Then he starts chuckling.

“What the hell?!” you hiss, “You scared the shit outta me!” You scowl as you squat down to gather up the floor bread. Man, what a waste. Maybe the boys will still eat it? Do germs affect them?

“My apologies,” Ink manages out between chuckles, drawing you from your spiraling thoughts. “Though… you did just hit me.”

“Yeah, will serves you right for sneaking up on me! Seriously, what the hell, man?! You're lucky it wasn't the eggs or something, shit.” You dig your phone from your pocket and turn the flashlight on, pointedly ignoring the skeleton and scouring the floor for any bread you might have missed.

“Ah, but can you really blame me?” Ink follows along as you place the floor spiced bread on the counter beside your other ingredients. He props himself against the counter, an elbow resting on the surface and his chin resting in his palm. You ignore his gaze—it doesn't feel as innocent and disarming as you're sure he’d like you to believe. “It’s so hard to pin you down, with how you’re holed away in your room as you’ve been lately,” he practically whines,

Just ignore him. Surely he’ll get bored and leave you alone. You busy yourself with inspecting the muffins. Knowing how cleanly roughly half of your cohabitants are, you doubt it’d kill you to still eat these. You pick two and begin dusting them off—just in case.

“Why is that, mon bonheur?”

You pull a sour face at his words and squeeze a piece of bread a little harder than it probably deserves. Was that… is he… is he speaking French? And the way he’s playing ignorant… you know he had heard your conversation with Rus that day. He damn well knows why you’ve made yourself scarce. You clench your jaw and don't acknowledge him, instead shifting to turn on the light from the over-the-stove microwave. You tell yourself the way the darkness twists and coils as it retreats from the light is a mere trick of your mind.

You need a pan.

“Ah, ma douce,” Ink goes on to say as you dig a small skillet from a cabinet, “must you give me the cold shoulder?”

Still very clearly ignoring the vexing skeleton, you settle the pan on the stove-top and ignite the burner. He says something, but what that something is you couldn't say, having opted to completely tune him out. You're still hungry and you still have an egg sandwich begging to be made, dammit.

As you reach for the egg carton the hairs on the back of your neck raise and a bolt of electricity shoots down your spine, radiating through your entire body. Not a second later, you feel the presence of someone settling behind you and arms moving to wrap around your waist.

"Ma poupée," Ink whispers into your ear, pulling you flush against him. You freeze. There’s a ringing in your ears and it’s suddenly hard to breathe. “Je veux juste un peu de goût…”

Ink’s talking, you know he is, but all you can hear is Nightmare’s echoing warble, those tentacles holding you down, feeling trapped and unable to escape.

You don’t even register grabbing the pan from the stove, nor do you recall swinging it towards the shocked skeleton now standing several feet away, hands raised in a placating manner. Your chest is tight and there are tears streaming down your cheeks, your breath coming out in short, ragged pants.

You don’t know what just happened.

You look from your hand, grasping the pan’s handle in a white-knuckled grip, to the skeleton, and back to the pan. Had… had you really tried to hit Ink? A strange numbness washes over you at that realization.

You… you can’t deal with this right now, you can’t. You need… you need to get out of here—be anywhere but here; anywhere but that bedroom. Maybe… maybe some fresh air will do you some good?

You set the pan back on the stove and flick the burner off, moving as if in a fog. You don’t hear Ink call to you, don’t remember to put away the floor bread or the rest of the food stuffs you had pulled out, focused solely on getting as far away from him and everything wrong with this place as possible.

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Despite what a lot of people seem to think, Blue isn't an early riser by nature. No, that would actually be his brother—which Blue believes isn't very fair, considering how much the lazybones sleeps in and lazes about. It's not until he’s had a good cup of coffee (or three) that Blue feels like he’s adequately prepared to take on the day.

And thus, he starts his early morning by shuffling into the kitchen and brewing a pot of coffee. It’s early, roughly 5:30am, and the majority of the household is still asleep. Papyrus—the “classic” version of his brother, that is—is due up any minute; Edge will likely be short to follow. Hickory, despite the apparent Papyrus gene of being able to readily face the day the second one wakes up, often does not leave the room he shares with his brother until the late morning.

Blue is pulling down a mug (his top favorite one—something his brother had gotten for him a couple years back for Gyftmas, that appears to be nothing more than a plain black piece but once something hot is placed in it, a stunning scene of the aurora borealis is revealed) when the coffee maker gurgles out the last of its brew. And just in time, it seems, as Black shuffles into the kitchen, looking no less exhausted and rumpled than Blue feels. He grabs a tumbler (the one that reads, “I don't give a sip” in a loose script font) and hands it to his sharper self.

Black grunts out some unintelligible response (probably a thank you… probably), and wastes no time in pouring himself a heaping helping of coffee. Like his namesake, he prefers to drink the bitter bean juice black, and so wastes no time in screwing the lid shut and taking a generous sip. Blue, on the other hand, proceeds to stir in creamer and no less than three spoonfuls of sugar before helping himself to a taste.

He and his darker counterpart stand in silence for a few moments, leaning against the countertop, simply enjoying their chosen poison. It’s nice, Blue thinks, moments like these where he can just bask in the company of others.

Sufficiently caffeinated, Black is able to muster up the energy to string together a coherent sentence.

“So, Tell Me, What Is On The Agenda For Today?”

Huh. Black must be more worn out than Blue thought, for him to be speaking so softly. Work must be running him ragged.

Blue hums as he thinks on it. He’s got the day off—actually isn't needed in until next Tuesday, if he’s remembering correctly—so…

“I’M NOT SURE YET,” he admits. “PERHAPS AN EARLY MORNING JOG AND THEN I’LL SEE FROM THERE. WOULD YOU CARE TO JOIN?”

Black seems to ponder it as he takes a long pull from his tumbler, before finally, he grimaces and says, “No. Unfortunately Not Today. Perhaps Another Day.”

Blue frowns and sets his mug on the counter, turning to give Black a sympathetic look. “EARLY DAY?”

Black grumbles, his posture dipping into a slouch as he drags his claws over his face. “If Only That Were The End Of It…”

Blue winces. “OUCH… SORRY.”

With what can only be described as a whine, Black straightens his posture and pulls away from the counter. “It Is What It Is. But… Unfortunately I Best Be Off, Lest Those IMBECILES Screw Something Else Up.”

“GOOD LUCK!” Blue calls as Black heads off. The skeleton merely lifts a hand in acknowledgment before disappearing into the house. It's unfortunate Blue is down a running partner but he’s sure if he waits a bit longer, that problem will quickly resolve itself.

So he meanders over to the lounge, though not before refilling his mug with another helping of coffee.

Just as the skeleton is about to make himself comfortable on one of the couches, he catches something that registers as not quite right, out of the corner of his eye socket. He pauses and looks to the floor to ceiling glass windows that overlook the courtyard, gaze scanning for that irregularity and oh! There it is! Leaned up against the wall just outside the door leading out. Blue squints, focuses, and… is that-? It is! It’s you, their new human friend, sitting outside, propped against the wall. You're hidden in the shadows cast by the house this early in the morning but he can see you well enough.

Blue’s brows furrow. What are you doing out there? Temperatures don't really affect him or any of the other skeletons but he knows humans are more sensitive to that sort of thing. And it isn't the warmest time of year, either—just the opposite, in fact! To make matters worse, it doesn't look like you have a jacket or even a blanket to help warm you up. Are you an idiot? Did you want to get yourself sick?

He sets his mug on the coffee table and hurries to the nearby linen closet, grabbing a heavy blanket and making his way to the door. He huffs as he maneuvers the door open, fumbling to not to drop the blanket, and rolls over a few choice words he's going to have to share with you. But when he finally gets a good look at you… it's not exactly… “good”.

It can't have been more than a week since your arrival and yet you look nothing like you had during that dinner. There are heavy shadows ringing your eyes and he’s not sure but… he thinks you look a little pale? Though that might be due to the fact you've been sleeping outside in the nippy morning air. Your clothes—the very same ones you had arrived in—are rumpled and probably well overdue for a wash. He can only describe your hair as a bird's nest—tangled and mussed as it is.

Really, he thinks, you should take better care of yourself! At least change into some… thing… else…

Oh. O-oh goodness.

Any building annoyance at your unkempt state drains away as it finally dawns on him. You had only arrived days ago, and like he and his brother and all the others before, you had appeared with nothing more than the clothes on your back. You didn't have anything else to change into, and stars, Blue realizes with a growing sense of guilt, not once have you asked for anything other than a phone charger. By the Angel, you probably felt uncomfortable asking them for anything.

Blue’s not an idiot, he’s more observant than a lot of people give him credit for, and he’s noticed a distinct lack of your presence lately. But he had chalked it up to you needing some time to settle in, to digest your situation. The more he thinks on it, however, the more ashamed he starts to feel. Maybe… maybe you had been purposefully isolating yourself from them? Red and Edge had made it painfully obvious they didn't like you—Edge in particular had been quite vocal in not wanting you around, and Blue had heard Red grumbling about you nearly bowling him over in the hallway, seemingly in a rush to get out of Classic’s room. When Blue had questioned Classic about it, he had merely brushed him off with an all too casual, “don't worry ‘bout it, s’nothin’ soul-shatterin’” and Blue had decided to take his counterpart at his word. But maybe… perhaps that had been a mistake?

He gently unfolds the blanket and carefully sets it around your shoulders, taking a seat on the chilled concrete beside you. You let out the softest of content sighs at the warmth now engulfing you and nuzzle into the fabric. The unbidden thought of how cute that is (how cute you are) flits across Blue’s mind. He lets that thought sit for a moment before pushing it away, feeling now isn't really an appropriate time for such things.

So he sits and he watches you, takes in how different you are when your defenses are down and you don't have to put on such a brave front—don't have to try and act like you're unaffected by the craziness happening to you. And he thinks… he hasn't been a very good friend to you, has he? To let you suffer alone as you clearly have been.

The more his thoughts spiral, the more he realizes they haven't been treating you very fairly at all, have they? Even the worst of them to appear hadn't been as ostracized, as persecuted as you have.

You shift in your sleep and he’s caught off guard when you suddenly tilt sideways, curling the blanket and clutching it tight to your chest. Your head finds its place in his lap and his sockets widen at that, magic rushing to his zygomatic bones in a heated blush. He just watches for a moment, frozen and afraid to move for fear of waking you. You really do look like you could use the sleep, which is odd because isn’t that all you’ve been doing lately?

…

He undoes the scarf from around his neck and, gingerly lifting your head, carefully places it between his femur and your head. He decides he can just do a double run tomorrow.

#Red Drabbles #Undertale Fanfiction #Reader Insert #Cross Dimensional Problems #Reverse Harem #Blue is best boy

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creative-poptart · 5 years

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Hey,,, uhh,,,,, is the ask box open? If it is, I'd like to know how the swap and fell bros would deal with an S/O who's a COMPLETE cuddlebug. Like, loves hugging and holding hands and absolutely ADORES it when they play with S/O's hair. I love your stuff!! 💟

Well you’ve picked a lovely bunch for me to get writing about!! I think that this one will be a little more cutesy than normal!

Also, yes, my inbox is still open, though I’m considering closing it soon because I’m getting asks as soon as I finish more asks and it’s tough to keep up! (though I suppose that’s the life of a writer)

US Sans/Blue: You’re in luck if you love to cuddle because this bean absolutely adores cuddling with people he cares about!! There’s nothing more relaxing and peaceful to him than curling up with you on the couch after a long day of work and just holding you close. Even better if you enjoy it too! Blue’s actually really good at styling hair and whatnot, so if you let him play with your hair, if it’s long enough to be styled, you’ll have a different up-do or braid each time. PDA is also something that he’s big on if you as his S/O will allow it, within reason of course. Hand holding is an absolute must with him, so once the two of you get to dating, expect him to start doing that right away with you. Blue can’t help it, he’s just got so much love for you!

“WELL DATEMATE, HERE WE ARE AGAIN AFTER WORK! SHALL WE PROCEED STRAIGHT TO CUDDLES OR ARE YOU GOING TO WANT DINNER FIRST?”

US Papyrus/Stretch: While he’s not one to really initiate a cuddle himself, Stretch is more than happy to accommodate whatever you wish for in the affection section. You love to cuddle up to that big warm hoodie of his? Perfect, there’s room for two in here, so climb on in and get comfy. The one downside to cuddling with him is that when you start to cuddle with him, you’ll have a hard time getting out of his cuddles. Stretch isn’t clingy, per se, but he’s a jokester, so he won’t let go of you just to make you laugh or pout. Playing with your hair is something that he tends to avoid because he’s gotten it stuck between his bones before and that is a royal pain to get solved. He really likes holding your hand though, so that’s a definitive plus to the relationship.

“hm? what’s that? you want to get out of hoodie-ville now? aw man, sorry, but the gates have been closed for th’evenin’ and it looks like you’re stuck now.”

UF Sans/Red: Comparatively to most of the other skeletons, Red is not that likely to come and cuddle with you. The fact that he’s dating you to begin with is something that’s already pretty significant for him, but to cuddle? He’s got to have a ton of trust in you first, which he luckily does, since you’re his S/O now. The first few cuddling sessions, despite the fact that you are dating, are a little awkward because he doesn’t know what to do. If you were his crush beforehand, it was easier then, and you tell him such to get him to relax into it. Red will warm up to it pretty quickly, and then he’s willing to do all the stuff you want. Playing with your hair? Why not. Hand holding? Sign him up. He’s actually really enjoying this with you and he’s silently wondering why he hadn’t done this sooner to get the positive attention he wants.

“whadda ya mean i c’n just do what i did b’fore? it’s... it’s that simple? really? well, buckle up sweetheart, cuz now i knows exactly what i need t’do~.”

UF Papyrus/Fell: This is the one skeleton that you’re really going to struggle with to get him to cuddle you. Some of the others may warm up slowly to it, but Fell is very practically minded for the most part, and this holds little to none of that. He doesn’t get why you want to be so close to him, and why you want to have him touching you often. To him, it’s just suffocating to have someone hanging off of you all the time. You’re going to have to work within his boundaries if you want to continue to date him, because otherwise he’ll break it off. While it sounds really selfish, keep in mind that the universe he came from was centered around people who could kill you if they got too close. Fell will initiate something he’s comfortable with for you, but will immediately voice when he’s starting to get anxious because it’s been too much at once. Respect his space when he needs it, and he’ll start to come around a little more.

“WHY IN ASGORE’S NAME WOULD YOU NEED TO BE LIKE THIS?? I CAN LET YOU HAVE A CUDDLE RIGHT NOW, BUT I CAN’T JUST HAVE THAT HAPPEN ALL THE TIME.”

Thanks for the ask @jil-needs-iron!!

#undertale #undertale imagines #undertale headcanons #underswap #underswap sans #underswap papyrus #underfell #underfell sans #underfell papyrus #poptartasks #tarts answers

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thelazyhermits · 6 years

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The Color of Jealousy

Here’s the raffle prize for the lovely @arceal-doodles. Arci gave me the prompt “the color of jealousy” and asked for some jealous US Papyrus reacting to the Reader’s ex trying to get back together with the Reader. Once again, this became longer than I intended lol Also, the Reader is female in this ^^

I hope you enjoy it, Arci!!! <3 <3 <3

You’re exhausted.

After working late every day this week, all you want to do is spend your Friday night at home, relaxing on the couch with your boyfriend. Unfortunately, life seems to have it out for you.

Throughout the week, your friends have been begging you to go out with them for some fun. They found a new bar that’s apparently been really popular lately.

Considering the week you had, the last thing you wanted to do on your Friday night was go out partying, but despite you constantly hinting toward your lethargy, your friends wouldn’t let up. They claimed you never hang out with them anymore since you started dating Papyrus which wasn’t true.

It’s not your fault your job has kept you so busy lately. You haven’t even gotten to spend any quality time with your boyfriend this week because of work. So, your friends really shouldn’t be complaining.

Still, in the end, you caved and agreed to go out with them tonight, hoping this will appease them and get them off your back for the rest of the weekend. Saturday, you don’t plan on leaving your bed before noon. Hell, you may never leave it. Papyrus wouldn’t complain; you have no doubt about that.

So, now you’re stuck at a bar in a corner booth, watching your friends living it up on the dance floor. Honestly, considering how little you’ve interacted with them since you got here, you’re wondering why the hell you’re even here. You could seriously sneak out right now, and they probably wouldn’t even notice.

But, come the next morning, they’ll be calling me, complaining about me ditching them. This is so unfair. Papyrus was right. I need to learn how to say no to my friends. This is ridiculous.

The only reason you’re still here is to keep an eye on your highly inebriated friends and make sure they don’t get into any trouble. If you see any guys giving your friends a hard time, you’re gonna make them the target of all your pent up frustration.

You take a sip of your water to calm your nerves. Alcohol is definitely off the menu for you since someone has to play the responsible role around here. You wouldn’t be surprised if that’s why your friends wanted you to come, wanting someone to take care of them while they got wild and drunk.

They so owe me for this. I could be at home now snuggling on the couch with Papyrus. But, noooo! I just had to spend some “quality time” with my friends. Quality time my ass.

“Hey, Y/N, what’s up?

A familiar voice makes you freeze, successfully drawing you away from your thoughts. Filled with dread, you look up to see your ex-boyfriend, Chris, standing before you, wearing a casual grin. The same grin that used to give you butterflies in your stomach once upon a time. Now, it just makes your teeth grind.

Since he doesn’t appear to be looking for a fight, you try to remain cordial. “Nothing much. Just playing group mom. What about you? Out with the guys?”

Much to your chagrin, Chris takes a seat across from you and makes himself comfortable in the booth. “Nah, it’s just me. Haven’t been out in a while, and I thought it’d be fun. I ran into your friends earlier, and when they said you were here, I thought I’d drop by to see how you were doing.”

Your eyebrow twitches in annoyance. You may need to seriously consider getting new friends after tonight. “I see. Well, besides having a busy work week and having to play babysitter, I’m doing fine. How about you?”

He laughs at your response. “Sounds like a rough time. I’m doing alright. Work’s been going fine, but I’m still having a hard time getting used to coming home to an empty apartment.”

Knowing where this is going, you inwardly sigh while outwardly you raise an eyebrow “We only lived together for a month, and that was almost half a year ago.”

Shrugging, the man gives you a cheeky grin. “What can I say? It was the best month of my life. Of course, I miss it.”

You fight the urge to roll your eyes. Best month, yeah right. The two of you did nothing but argue that whole month.

Everything was fine at first. You had been excited about moving in with Chris. Up until that point, the two of you barely fought and had the perfect chemistry. You really thought he was the one.

Until you found out his feelings about Papyrus, that is.

Turns out behind closed doors, your ex has no problem sharing his negative opinions about monsters. You can’t believe you dated him for all those months and had no idea about his hatred for monsters. He acted perfectly normal whenever the two of you were out in public.

He knew how you felt about monsters. After all, at the time, Papyrus, a walking talking skeleton, was your best friend. Why the hell would he date you if he knew you liked monsters?

It turned out that Chris had hoped he could change your opinion of monsters. He was under the impression that if you spent less time with Papyrus, who apparently was “brainwashing” you, then you’d be able to see “reason”.

Once you started living together, Chris kept coming up with excuses for you to not hang out with Papyrus. At first, you agreed, thinking he wanted to spend more alone time together.

However, after two weeks passed with no change in his behavior, you started getting annoyed. Anytime you wanted to spend time with your best friend, you got in an argument with your boyfriend.

Eventually, you found out about his hatred of monsters. Then, Chris had the nerve to ask you to choose between him and Papyrus. It was ridiculous. How could someone be so close minded?

Much to his surprise, your decision was easy. You had known Papyrus for much longer than Chris. Plus, there was no way you’d continue dating a man who thought so lowly of your best friend and his entire race.

It turned out to be the second best decision of your life. Your best decision being you agreeing to go on a date with Papyrus. It turned out your best friend had been harboring feelings for you for a long time. He originally didn’t plan on voicing them since he thought you were happy with your previous boyfriend.

Papyrus waited several months after your breakup before confessing because he wanted to make sure you had enough time to get over it. He didn’t want you to think he was trying to take advantage of you during your time of weakness.

Not that you would have ever thought that way. You know Papyrus isn’t that kind of guy.

“Hey, how about we give this another chance? What do ya say? Don’t you miss what we had?”

You can’t say you’re surprised. From the get-go, you figured this is what he was leading to. Before you can shoot him down, a familiar voice cuts you off. “sorry, pal. she’s taken. better luck lookin’ elsewhere.”

Surprised, you look up to see Papyrus standing in front of your booth, glaring at your ex. “Papyrus? What are you doing here?”

His expression softens when his gaze lands on you. “i came to bust you outta here. i knew you wouldn’t leave ‘cause it would upset your friends. but, i figured if i came and got you, they would get angry at me instead for takin’ you away.”

Touched, you give him a grateful smile. “Honestly, that’s probably the best idea I’ve heard all night.”

While you feel a little guilty about leaving your friends, that feeling quickly vanishes once you remember they left you on your own and even had the nerve to tell your ex that you were here. They better have a very good explanation for that, or you won’t be going out with them any time soon if at all.

As you move to stand, you feel a hand clamp down on your wrist, making you jump in surprise. When you turn your head, you see Chris on his feet, glaring at Papyrus as he tightly clutches your wrist.

In a blink, there’s a bony hand latched onto your ex’s wrist. You can hear Chris make a pained noise when the hand on his wrist tightens.

Directing your gaze toward your boyfriend, you see the skeleton glaring at Chris heatedly. “don’t touch her. if you want to keep your hand, let go. now.”

The two males exchange glares for several seconds before the human finally relents and releases your wrist. As soon as he does, Papyrus pulls you out of the booth and keeps you pressed against his side.

Chris scowls deeply. “So, you really did have a thing for him after all. No wonder you wanted to keep hanging out with him. You really are one of those freaky necrophiliacs. That’s why the two of you were so close. You were probably seeing him on the side, weren’t you?”

Incredulous, all you can do is gape. Did he seriously accuse you of cheating on him? What the hell? How did he come to that conclusion?!

Just as you’re about to give the idiot a piece of your mind, you hear a low rumbling come from your boyfriend’s chest. Surprised, you look up to see Papyrus scowling as his right eye socket gives off an orange glow.

It’s not often you see the skeleton get mad, so this catches you by surprise. Your ex is obviously surprised considering how wide his eyes are now.

Papyrus narrows his eye-lights. “first off, she never cheated on you. she’d never do something like that. at that time, we were just friends. second, if i ever hear you call her that again, you’re in for a bad time. if you don’t want to end up in the hospital, you’ll back off now and never show your face around her again.”

The other male scowls in anger. “Are you threatening me, monster scum?”

Your boyfriend smirks as his magic flashes. “that ain’t a threat, pal. that’s a promise.”

Not wanting to remain on the sidelines, you decide to add your own two cents. You pull out of the skeleton’s grip to stand in front of him, glaring heatedly at the pathetic excuse for a human before you. “If you ever call my boyfriend that again, I’ll be sending you straight to the ER myself. I’ve built up a lot of frustration and aggression this week. There’s nothing I’d love more than to take it out on you right now. Just try me.”

You’re filled with immense satisfaction when Chris quails at your look. With a smug smirk, you turn around, loop your arm with Papyrus’, and march straight toward the exit, not bothering to give the other man a second glance.

The skeleton chuckles in amusement before giving you a fond grin. “very impressive, hun. i think he was more scared of you than he was of me. he looked like he was about to jump out of his skin.”

His pun makes you giggle in amusement. Squeezing his arm tightly, you return the grin. “As he should be. We all know who’s really the scariest one out of the two of us, especially this time of the year when I’m overworked and cranky.”

Snorting, Papyrus leans down to press a kiss against your hairline right after you both exit the bar. “you’ll always be the sweetest in my book, honey.”

With a happy flush, you snuggle closer to your boyfriend. “Thank you for coming, Papyrus. Despite this horrible day, I was really happy to see you. If I had my way, I would’ve been with you the whole night rather than stuck suffering on my own.”

He wraps his arms around you to pull you into a warm hug before affectionately nuzzling your hair. “couldn’t let your friends have all the fun. i’m all about sharing, but even i got my limits. i held out as long as i could. they should be grateful i didn’t come as soon as i wanted.”

Smiling, you bury your face against his hoodie, breathing in the smell of cigarette smoke and honey. “Could it be you were feeling a little jealous?”

When you don’t get an immediate response, you pull back just enough to see him averting his gaze with a light orange blush lighting up his cheekbones. Amused, you reach for his face and gently guide his gaze back to yours. “You were. How cute. You know there’s no one I adore more than you, Papyrus.”

His blush darkens at your words. “i know. just couldn’t help myself, especially when i found you sitting with that bastard. i really wanted to hit something then. i was barely able to hold myself back when he grabbed you.”

Your expression softens as you smile at him, gently stroking his cheek with your thumb. “While I wouldn’t have minded if you had, I’m proud of you for holding back. Knowing him, he’d come up with a way to use that to prove his point about monsters. He’s not worth all that trouble.”

Papyrus leans down until his forehead is pressed against yours. “he’s not, but you are. and, you always will be.”

It’s times like this that you are reminded how you fell in love with the man before you and how lucky you are to have him in your life. Your heart feels like it’s about to burst with all the love and affection you feel for him.

Wasting no time, you close the distance between you and kiss him, loving how he pulls you flush against you and holds you close. Your arms loop around his neck as his snugly wrap around your waist.

You couldn’t care less that you’re in a public place, and anyone could see you. As long as you and Papyrus are together and happy, nothing else matters.

When the kiss finally ends, the skeleton uses his powers to teleport you both home where you both make yourselves comfortable on the couch. The two of you spend the rest of the night cuddling and exchanging kisses. Looks like you managed to turn your Friday night around after all.

It’s as you think over the night’s earlier events that an idea comes to mind that makes you giggle. When Papyrus raises a brow ridge at you, you grin at him. “You know, humans usually associate the color green with envy. Some people will say someone is seeing green when they’re jealous. In your case though, it’d be seeing orange, huh?”

He snorts in amusement. Rather than reply, the skeleton instead leans down to capture your mouth with his, slipping his tongue between your parted lips.

Papyrus proceeds to completely ravish your mouth, leaving no corner untouched. You shiver with pleasure when he sneaks a hand under your shirt to gently stroke your back.

You find yourself moaning into the kiss when he caresses a particularly tender spot with his tongue. He groans and clutches you tighter when your fingers unconsciously dig into the vertebrae of his neck. By the time he finally pulls away, you’re breathing heavily, staring at him with hooded eyes and bright red cheeks.

A large smirk forms on his face as he gently strokes your cheek. “and, now i’m seein’ red--my new favorite color.”

#my writing #undertale fanfiction #underswap #us papyrus #poor Reader had a rough night #but Papyrus made it all better #I love the idea of red being a favorite color of his #cause he loves seeing the Reader's blush #I've never written something like this before #so it was really interesting #I was nervous at first #but somehow it worked out alright haha #I really hope you like it Arci! ^-^

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proxylynn · 7 years

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Dreemurr Academy #4 (UnderFell Papyrus)

Dreemurr Academy, a prestigious closed-off college for monsters and humans alike of all ages and worlds.

This includes myself, though I'm sort of a in-between.

I'm Lynsie, the human anomaly. I'm a human, but I can do magic like monsters. I'm an oddball.

That's the thing about making a school that is open to multiple alternate dimensions. Weird things are bound to show up. Even a bunch of the same person. From what I saw on orientation day, the same faces are scattered around all around.

To fix these type of issues, everyone that has a multiple or doppelganger is given a school name so there's no confusion.

Other than that, it's fairly normal. The hierarchy is the simple.

The Deans are made up of the same people, skeleton monsters that go by the name of Gaster. One is a teacher of the Sciences, goes by Wingding. He's a kind and understanding man, but is known to pull a prank or two. They all speak in a typeface sign language but use telepathy magic so others understand. It's been said no one has ever heard their real voices and those that have are no longer at the academy.

Another Gaster dean teaches Home Economics, he goes by Wingy. He's a bubbly sweet guy that loves his work. Nothing makes him smile more than seeing the joy on a student's face when they take pride in being able to do something they first thought they couldn't.

Another Gaster dean teaches the studies of Magic, he is called Fall. At times, he can be cynical, malicious, and sarcastic. He has a commanding presence that exuded gravitas, authority and control, able to keep a class quiet without effort. Yet there is a kindness to him, it's rarely seen, but not unheard of.

Another Gaster dean teaches History, his nickname is Dings. A cold, bitter, and sometimes childish man. He tends to hold grudges against troublesome students and is extremely spiteful toward those whom he dislikes. Yet those that can take his punishments are rewarded with his respect. He is a teacher that commands respect and who's grades are earned with doom hanging over your head.

The Professors are also skeleton monsters, but not all are the same person. The Psychology professor is a guy named Papyrus but goes by Stretch. He's the favorite among students because he's so laid back. He chews a tooth pick in class to suppress his urge to smoke, but we all know he does so when on break. He's really good at reading students and helps out when able. All in all, he's the cool teacher.

The Literature professor is a Papyrus that is called Fell. He is the one teacher everyone dreads. Very strict and old fashioned. He does not tolerate interruptions and will humiliate those he feel need to be taken down a notch. Such things take there toll on him and often squeezes a stress ball that he keeps in his desk. But he is a very passionate man when it comes to his work and takes his subject seriously, even though this makes him into a bit of a grammar nazi which is why many students get low grades.

The Biology professor is a skeleton called Sans that sometimes goes by Classic, whatever that means. He is very cheesy and comes off as lazy, making puns that have people cringe yet secretly love them. He is very protective of his students and will go out of his way to help them. He does not tolerate bulling of any kind and can be quite scary. He's the second favorite among the students.

The Physical Education professor is also a Sans that goes by Pain. He is also a stern and old school type of teacher, only he tends to be more cruel in humiliation of students that are unprepared. While his scope is all around, he prefers the darker side of the study. Using borderline violence to weed out the weak that think taking his class is a easy A. There is mercy in his dojo, but it must be earned with blood, sweat, and tears.

The Students are broken into four groups based on which part of the four years they are currently in. The first years are called freshmen. Second years are sophomores. Third years are juniors. And fourth years are seniors. There are some variations on this topic, but this hierarchy of college students is still readily recognizable by everyone.

Me? This isn't my first rodeo but not my last. I'm a sophomore and have gotten the gist of who's who and what's what. I get along with students and teachers. I've always been a middle ground type of girl.

I didn't come looking for friends, but they just seemed to find me. Funny enough, my buddies are the brothers of the professors. Stretch's brother is a freshman, his name is Sans but goes by Rascal. Fell's brother, also a Sans, is a sophomore like me and goes by Edgy. Classic's brother is a Papyrus, a freshman that goes by Papy. And Pain's brother is a sophomore Papyrus by the name of Slim.

I've always been a tomboy. I prefer the guys company. They're different and fun, even if they can be a bit odd sometimes.

Rascal, as the nickname implies, is the school clown/prankster. He likes to test his limits and challenge authority, even dishevels his uniform to assert his individuality. He comes off as a slacker, but secretly very deep, clever, and loyal to a fault. He likes taking his brother's class so he can improve his skills with messing with people, mostly his brother as he disrupts his teachings when he sees a chance.

Edgy is shy around new people and slow to open up, enjoying a laugh with friends when able. Though he appears weak or even nerdy because of his glasses, he is far more tougher than he leads on. He doesn't take crap from anyone. When alone, he's angsty and borders on straight up angry. Getting a pissy attitude when annoyed. Like his brother, he is very passionate about literature and does his best to impress his brother, going so far as to become the teacher's pet.

Papy is easily the most loveable guy in the whole school. Very cheerful and optimistic, he tries his best no matter what. He doesn't like conflict and tries to keep his brother out of trouble when the teacher pulls a prank. I find it sweet of him to take his brother's class even though he doesn't particularly enjoy it, just so he can stay close to him. Like I said, this guy is a loveable soul.

Slim is easy going. He doesn't take things too seriously and never breaks a sweat over hard exams. The only thing that breaks his cool is his smoking, he really gets tense if he goes too long without his fix. He's incredibly smart and instinctual, good traits to have when dealing with his brother. While he does attend his brother's class, he merely does so as a request of his brother who likes to make sure he doesn't slack off due to not being challenged enough.

All of them are oddly related to each other in some form. Gaster's, Papyrus's, and Sans's are brothers. Yet I see them all as different people. I value them. They're helping me even if they don't know it. I am not so confident in myself. I tend to isolate myself, go at things lone wolf style. It's how I've always been. Then I met them and slowly my world began to expand bit by bit. I'm still not comfortable with others. But with them, I can step out from behind my mask for a bit, and really be myself around them.

Today is a typical day. Professor Fell has been lecturing us on the true meaning of the works of William Shakespeare for the last hour or so. Honestly I find his take on things to be very insightful, sometimes. Other times it seems he lets his own views on the matter bleed into his teachings, which is quite compromising.

"AND AS YOU CAN CLEARLY SEE, WHILE ENTERTAINING, SHAKESPEARE LACKED REALISTIC VIEWS. FOR EXAMPLE...ROMEO & JULIET. TWO YOUNG STAR-CROSSED LOVERS WHOSE DEATHS ULTIMATELY RECONCILE THEIR FEUDING FAMILIES. IT WAS AMONG SHAKESPEARE'S MOST POPULAR PLAYS DURING HIS LIFETIME AND ALONG WITH HAMLET, IS ONE OF HIS MOST FREQUENTLY PERFORMED PLAYS. TODAY, THE TITLE CHARACTERS ARE REGARDED AS ARCHETYPAL YOUNG LOVERS. BUT IS THAT REALLY THE CASE? THE TWO MEET AND HE FALLS HEAD OVER HEELS FOR HER. HE PROCEEDS TO ATTEMPT WOOING HER AND SOMEHOW SUCCEEDS. THEY REQUEST MARRIAGE AND ARE DENIED. SO WHAT DO THEY DO? THEY DISOBEY. AND WHAT DOES THAT GET THEM? LOVE? A HAPPY ENDING? NO! THEY DIE. NOT ONLY IS IT BEYOND FOOLISH, BUT IT IS UTTERLY POINTLESS."

"but that isn't the point."

All eyes go to Edgy.

"OH? DO ENLIGHTEN US."

"while romeo and juliet is sometimes considered to have no unifying theme, save that of young love. romeo and juliet have become emblematic of young lovers and doomed love. since it is such an obvious subject of the play, several scholars have explored the language and historical context behind the romance of the play. on their first meeting, romeo and juliet use a form of communication recommended by many etiquette authors in shakespeare's day: metaphor. by using metaphors of saints and sins, romeo was able to test juliet's feelings for him in a non-threatening way. this method was recommended by baldassare castiglione, whose works had been translated into english by this time. he pointed out that if a man used a metaphor as an invitation, the woman could pretend she did not understand him, and he could retreat without losing honor."

Time to throw my metaphorical hat into this ring.

"Not to mention Juliet, however, participates in the metaphor and expands on it. The religious metaphors of 'shrine', 'pilgrim', and 'saint' were fashionable in the poetry of the time and more likely to be understood as romantic rather than blasphemous, as the concept of sainthood was associated with the Catholicism of an earlier age. Later in the play, Shakespeare removes the more daring allusions to Christ's resurrection in the tomb he found in his source work: Brooke's Romeus and Juliet."

"GO ON."

"In the later balcony scene, Shakespeare has Romeo overhear Juliet's soliloquy, but in Brooke's version of the story, her declaration is done alone. By bringing Romeo into the scene to eavesdrop, Shakespeare breaks from the normal sequence of courtship. Usually, a woman was required to be modest and shy to make sure that her suitor was sincere, but breaking this rule serves to speed along the plot. The lovers are able to skip courting and move on to plain talk about their relationship...agreeing to be married after knowing each other for only one night. In the final suicide scene, there is a contradiction in the message...in the Catholic religion, suicides were often thought to be condemned to hell, whereas people who die to be with their loves under the 'Religion of Love' are joined with their loves in paradise. Romeo and Juliet's love seems to be expressing the 'Religion of Love' view rather than the Catholic view. Another point is that although their love is passionate, it is only consummated in marriage, which keeps them from losing the audience's sympathy."

"true. the play arguably equates love and sex with death. throughout the story, both romeo and juliet, along with the other characters, fantasizes about it as a dark being, often equating it with a lover. capulet, for example, when he first discovers juliet's faked death, describes it as having deflowered his daughter. juliet later erotically compares romeo and death. right before her suicide, she grabs romeo's dagger, saying “o happy dagger! this is thy sheath. there rust, and let me die.”."

"WHERE ARE YOU TWO GOING WITH THIS?"

"To be blunt sir...It’s not the story of a young couple rebelling against their parents. It’s the story of Juliet falling victim to Romeo. It’s a tragedy because of what happens to Juliet, not because their relationship doesn’t work out. We’re supposed to hate Romeo. This idea was proposed by comedian Jay Black, a former English teacher who was explaining his theory to a student at Edinboro University after a show."

"romeo & juliet was written around 1595 though there’s some debate and first performed soon after. i mention the date here because it’s important to why we're supposed to hate romeo. there was rampant famine in england in the 1590s among the poor. most of the audience showing up to a performance of romeo & juliet was probably hungry. they pay what little money they have to see a play to forget their misery for a few hours. then out saunters romeo, a little rich boy, whining about love. besides love, what’s one of the first lines out of his mouth? he asks benvolio: “where shall we dine?” imagine a theater full of starving people hearing that delivered by some beautiful rich kid. he has so many options for where he’s going to get his next meal that he can’t even decide. they’d have thrown tomatoes if they weren’t so hungry."

"It’s semiotics. The same way a filmmaker now might show a villain being mean to an animal to signal to the audience that this is the bad guy, Shakespeare included this line to incite the feeling in the audience that they should hate this guy. Besides talking about food when we first meet him, Romeo is whining about love, but really he’s just mad that Rosaline won’t sleep with him. When he meets Juliet, he doesn’t fall instantly in love, he sees someone he thinks he can have sex with. He uses the fact that Juliet has fallen for him to manipulate her. Romeo is a dick."

"black tells this theory as one he came to on his own in studying the play, but admits it’s probably not a particularly unique take on the idea. in researching this, one can find no shortage of theories and alternate interpretations of the text. beyond black’s thoughts on romeo, one can develop some of their own about paris to further support the idea that romeo is a villain."

"Paris tends to be seen as the guy that Juliet is having forced upon her by her parents, but his conversation with Lord Capulet makes it clear that Capulet doesn’t want them to be married for at least two years, and that although he likes Paris, the young man still needs to win Juliet over. Capulet tells Paris in Act I Scene II: “But woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart, My will to her consent is but a part; An she agree, within her scope of choice Lies my consent and fair according voice.”. Paris isn’t being forced on anybody. He loves Juliet. She is Paris’ dying thought at the end of the play after Romeo kills him: “O, I am slain! If thou be merciful, Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet.”."

"another theory on the subject is about juliet’s virginity. it proposes that juliet’s reluctance to marry paris isn’t because she’s so in love with romeo, it’s that she can’t marry him because he’ll know she’s no longer a virgin. there isn’t much in the text to support this directly, but most of juliet’s reluctance is about the idea of marriage, and not about paris specifically. whether juliet realizes the consequence of letting romeo up on that balcony or not, it’s still true."

"So Romeo, in an attempt to get laid, ruins Juliet’s prospects of marrying Paris, kills her cousin, gets banished, and drives a 13-year-old girl to suicide. Romeo’s the asshole here. Juliet kills herself because her love, Romeo, who's been manipulating her this whole time, is dead. Romeo offs himself because he’s screwed and got no other choice that he wants to take. He’s already been banished, killed Tybalt, and now Paris. What do you think happens next if he walks out of that tomb? The dude is royally fucked. When he finds Juliet “dead”, that’s the last straw. His whole world’s been thrown into upheaval over this girl, and now she’s dead. Romeo, already a desperate man in a desperate situation, doesn’t see any other option than death. Such a bitch move."

"exactly! so why then, do we see it as story about two crazy kids in love? probably because that’s what people want to see. we’d rather see two kids kill themselves because they’re so in love and the world just doesn’t understand than watch a play where a sex-crazed maniac drives a 13-year-old girl to kill herself."

Fell is shocked but impressed.

"VERY GOOD. YOU TWO ACTUALLY THOUGHT ABOUT THIS RATHER THAN FOLLOW THE SOURCE MATERIAL BLINDLY OR GO WITH THE VEIW OF THE MASSES. THAT WILL MAKE THIS NEXT PART ALL THE MORE INTERESTING."

We are confused.

"I WANT THE TWO OF YOU TO COME DOWN HERE AND DO A LITTLE ROLE-PLAY."

"what?"

"SANS, YOU'LL BE ROMEO. AND LYNSIE, YOU'RE JULIET."

This has me nervous.

"Um...With all due respect sir...I don't feel that to be necessary."

He and the rest of the class are taken back by this. Normally I follow a teacher's instructions without question. So me trying to get out of obeying is like a lightning strike on a cloudless day, very odd.

"VERY CUTE, YOU THINK I'M GIVING YOU A CHOICE. *chuckles* GET DOWN HERE."

"B-but sir..."

"NOW!"

Fuck, shit, damn it, crap! I have performance anxiety. I turn into to a mess when in front of others. But damn it all to hell, Fell's not giving me a choice. Well...I could run away, but that'll only mess my grades up. So I reluctantly follow Edgy down to stand with Fell and already I can feel the butterflies in my gut going crazy.

"NOW THEN. THE TWO OF YOU ARE GOING TO PLAY OUT A SCENE FROM THE PLAY. SCENE II, CAPULET'S ORCHARD. THE VERY WELL KNOWN BALCONY SCENE. I'M SURE YOU BOTH KNOW THE LINES."

"yes professor."

"Yes sir."

I feel ill. I can't get my eyes off the floor and I'm fiddling with my hands nervously. A stark contrast to my normal demeanor. And it is very noticeable.

"ALRIGHT. ENTER ROMEO. HE JESTS AT SCARS THAT NEVER FELT A WOUND. JULIET APPEARS ABOVE AT A WINDOW. AND...BEGIN."

He claps his hands and a chill shoots up my spine as Edgy clears his throat.

"*ahem* but, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? it is the east, and juliet is the sun. arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, who is already sick and pale with grief, that thou her maid art far more fair than she: be not her maid, since she is envious; her vestal livery is but sick and green and none but fools do wear it; cast it off. it is my lady, o, it is my love! o, that she knew she were! she speaks yet she says nothing: what of that? her eye discourses; i will answer it. i am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks: two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, having some business, do entreat her eyes to twinkle in their spheres till they return. what if her eyes were there, they in her head? the brightness of her cheek would shame those stars, as daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven would through the airy region stream so bright that birds would sing and think it were not night. see, how she leans her cheek upon her hand! o, that i were a glove upon that hand, that i might touch that cheek!"

Shit! My turn.

"Ay me!"

That came out a bit louder than I wanted and people are noticing.

"she speaks: o, speak again, bright angel! for thou art as glorious to this night, being o'er my head as is a winged messenger of heaven unto the white-upturned wondering eyes of mortals that fall back to gaze on him when he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds and sails upon the bosom of the air."

"O Romeo, Romeo! W-wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy f-father and refuse thy name; O-or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn m-my love, And I'll no longer be a C-capulet."

Oh dear god, no, a stutter?! The looks I'm getting. I want to go curl into a corner and die.

"uh...shall i hear more, or shall i speak at this?"

That is both a line and a real question, but Fell lets it continue.

"'T-tis but thy name that is my enemy; Thou art t-thyself, though not a Montague. What's M-montague? I-it is nor hand, nor foot, Nor arm, nor face, nor any other p-part Belonging to a man. O, be some other name! What's in a name? T-that which we call a rose By any other name w-would smell as sweet; So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, R-retain that dear perfection which he owes W-without that title. Romeo, doff thy name, And for t-that name which is no part of t-thee Take all myself."

"i take thee at thy word: call me but love, and i'll be new baptized; henceforth i never will be romeo."

"W-what man art thou that thus b-bescreen'd in night So s-stumblest on my counsel?"

"That's not the only thing stumbling!"

Laughter waves through the rows of students and I can feel the tears threaten to pour.

"SILENCE!"

Fell's booming voice is like thunder.

"CLASS IS DISMISSED."

No one seems to mind this.

"I WANT A FIVE PAGED REPORT ON ROMEO & JULIET BY MONDAY, OR YOU CAN KISS YOUR GRADE POINT AVERAGE THIS SEMESTER GOODBYE."

To that the people groan.

"LYNSIE."

Well I'm dead now.

"Yes sir?"

"STAY. I WANT TO TALK TO YOU."

I reluctantly remain behind, only Edgy giving me any show of support by mouthing the words 'good luck and be safe' as everyone leaves the room and Fell shuts the door, locking it too.

"DO YOU UNDERSTAND WHY I WANTED YOU TO STAY?"

I hang my head low.

"Because I disgraced the work of Shakespeare with such a shitty reciting."

"NOT QUITE..."

He approaches me, his demeanor never faltering.

"YOU'VE BEEN TAKING MY CLASS FOR TWO YEARS NOW. AND NOT ONCE HAVE I EVER SEEN YOU FALTER. WHAT I WANT TO KNOW IS...WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU AND WHY?"

I rub my arm sheepishly.

"I...I can't function in front of multiple people."

He cocks his head in puzzlement.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT? YOU'VE NEVER HAD A ISSUE BEFORE."

"That's because I'm not in a spotlight like that was. If I know others are watching me, expecting of me...I get so messed up."

"BUT YOU HAVE NO PROBLEM DOING SO WITH SANS. HELL, IT'S KIND OF, DARE I SAY...CUTE...WHEN YOU TWO GO OVER STORIES TOGETHER. IF ANYTHING WOULDN'T HIM BEING HERE HELP YOU?"

"*sigh* Honestly, him there was the only reason I was able to speak or recall my lines. Otherwise I would've ran out of the room. But still...It took ages to become comfortable to do that with Edgy. Don't get me wrong, he was sweet in helping me through my shyness. But he is only one person, and this was a whole classroom. I can't deal with so many at once, I just can't."

"HMMM...SO THAT'S THE PROBLEM."

He looks off in thought for a moment before grabbing my chin so that I'm looking at him and not the floor.

"LISTEN WELL...I'M GOING TO HELP YOU. BUT YOU NEED TO OBEY EVERY SINGLE WORD I TELL YOU. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"

I gulp a nervous lump in my throat and nod.

"SPEAK CONFIRMATION. I WANT TO HEAR YOU CONSENT."

That has me look at him funny. I know sometimes Fell can word things in a awkward form, but that made me feel all types of weird.

"O-okay."

"GOOD. OH! AND THIS NEVER LEAVES THIS ROOM OR YOU'RE SUSPENDED FROM CLASS FOR THE REST OF THE YEAR."

Holy shit, this must be serious.

"Yes sir. These lips are sealed. *zips mouth*"

"HEH...FUNNY. NOW...I WANT YOU TO GO TO WHERE YOU WERE STANDING WITH SANS EARLIER."

"Alright."

I do as told.

"NOW FACE THE ROWS AND IMAGIN EVERYONE HAS RETURNED AS YOU'RE ABOUT TO READ YOUR REPORT."

I don't have to try all that much, my imagination works wonders, and even though I know it's all in my head, the signs of a panic attack start kicking in. A sense of terror chills me. My heart begins racing. A numbness in the hands and fingers. My chest pains as breathing becomes difficult. My body feels weak and my head spins. Feeling a loss of control over myself and I sway ready to topple over. Luckily Fell gets to me before I can fall and holds me to his chest.

"EASY NOW...IT'S OKAY. IT'S JUST US HERE. SLOW YOUR BREATHING AND RELAX."

To further help sooth me, he rubs my back and rests his head on my own, which in my current state has me being lulled into his care.

"THERE...FEELING ANY BETTER?"

I nod and give him a hug in thanks, which messes with him and he shoves me away. Both of us blushing.

"S-sorry."

"IT'S FINE."

He straightens himself up.

"NOW, TRY DOING THIS AGAIN. BUT THIS TIME, I WANT YOU TO FACE MY DESK."

"But sir..."

"IT'S FINE. I BELIEVE IN YOU."

"Okay..."

I shiver and face his desk. I can still feel eyes on me even though I know it's just us. I open my mouth to speak, but I can't make any words come out. Fell notices and rolls his eyes. This was more of a challenge than he first thought.

"*sigh* BY A NAME I KNOW NOT HOW TO TELL THEE WHO I AM: MY NAME, DEAR SAINT, IS HATEFUL TO MYSELF, BECAUSE IT IS AN ENEMY TO THEE; HAD I IT WRITTEN, I WOULD TEAR THE WORD."

He's...He's leading me into my next line?

"M-my ears have not yet drunk a hundred words O-of that tongue's utterance, yet I know the sound: Art thou not Romeo and a Montague?"

He slams his hand on the desk and makes me jump.

"NEITHER, FAIR SAINT, IF EITHER THEE DISLIKE."

"H-how camest thou..."

He slams his hand again and I claw the desk to keep from panicking.

"How camest thou hither, tell me, and wherefore? The orchard walls are high and hard to climb, And the place death, considering who thou art, If any of my kinsmen find thee here."

My heart is pounding, my nerves on alert, and yet he smirks. He found a way to keep me focused on my performance, by distracting me.

"WITH LOVE'S LIGHT WINGS DID I O'ER-PERCH THESE WALLS; FOR STONY LIMITS CANNOT HOLD LOVE OUT, AND WHAT LOVE CAN DO THAT DARES LOVE ATTEMPT; THEREFORE THY KINSMEN ARE NO LET TO ME."

"If they d-do..."

I flinch when I feel his hand on my back.

"If they do see thee, they will murder thee."

Fell nudges me to move and gets me behind his desk. There he stands behind me and holds my chin up so that I look straight at the empty seats.

"ALACK, THERE LIES MORE PERIL IN THINE EYE THAN TWENTY OF THEIR SWORDS: LOOK THOU BUT SWEET, AND I AM PROOF AGAINST THEIR ENMITY."

"Sir, this doesn't feel right anymore."

"DON'T BREAK CHARACTER, JULIET. YOU'RE DOING SO WELL."

"Okay...*sigh* I would not for the world they saw thee here."

"GOOD GIRL...I HAVE NIGHT'S CLOAK TO HIDE ME FROM THEIR SIGHT; AND BUT THOU LOVE ME, LET THEM FIND ME HERE: MY LIFE WERE BETTER ENDED BY THEIR HATE, THAN DEATH PROROGUED, WANTING OF THY LOVE."

Okay Lynsie, you can do this. Just focus and recite the lines. Then he'll stop and you can go to your place to take a nice long rest.

"By whose direction found'st thou out this place?"

He smiles darkly and removes his hands. I feel relief until his hands find themselves on my sides.

"Uh...Sir...?"

"BY LOVE, WHO FIRST DID PROMPT ME TO INQUIRE; HE LENT ME COUNSEL AND I LENT HIM EYES. I AM NO PILOT; YET, WERT THOU AS FAR AS THAT VAST SHORE WASH'D WITH THE FARTHEST SEA, I WOULD ADVENTURE FOR SUCH MERCHANDISE."

His hands slowly rub small circles into me and I squirm.

"What are you doing?"

"IT'S WORKING, YES? YOUR ANXIETY ISN'T STOPPING YOU. NOW KEEP GOING."

"Sir...Are you enjoying this?"

"WILL YOU KEEP GOING IF I ANSWER?"

"I guess."

"YES. I AM. NOW KEEP GOING."

That makes me blush more as I clear my throat.

"Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face, Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny What I have spoke: but farewell compliment! Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say 'Ay,' And I will take thy word: yet if thou swear'st, Thou mayst prove false; at lovers' perjuries Then say, Jove laughs. O gentle Romeo, If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully: Or if thou think'st I am too quickly won, I'll frown and be perverse an say thee nay, So thou wilt woo; but else, not for the world. In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond, And therefore thou mayst think my 'havior light: But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true Than those that have more cunning to be strange. I should have been more strange, I must confess, But that thou overheard'st, ere I was ware, My true love's passion: therefore pardon me, And not impute this yielding to light love, Which the dark night hath so discovered."

"LADY, BY YONDER BLESSED MOON I SWEAR THAT TIPS WITH SILVER ALL THESE FRUIT-TREE TOPS..."

"O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon, That monthly changes in her circled orb, Lest that thy love prove likewise variable."

"WHAT SHALL I SWEAR BY?"

His hands start to roam my body. Exploring my curves up to my chest before cupping my breasts and eliciting a sharp gasp from me.

"Sir, this doesn't seem appropriate anymore."

"LYNSIE...WHAT DID I SAY WHEN THIS ALL STARTED?"

"This doesn't leave the room?"

"YES. BUT I MEANT THE THING I SAID BEFORE THAT."

"Um..."

"I SAID...*leans into my ear* YOU NEED TO OBEY EVERY SINGLE WORD I TELL YOU. AND YOU SAID...?"

"O-okay. But sir..."

"NO BUTS. NOW BE A GOOD GIRL AND KEEP UTTERING THOSE PERFECT LINES FROM YOUR LIPS."

"May I ask one question?"

"IF YOU MUST."

"...Are you getting turned on by all this?"

"IF YOU HAVE TO ASK, THEN YOU'RE MORE NAÏVE THAN I THOUGHT."

"I'm not naïve."

"OH REALLY? THEN BY THAT LOGIC YOU NOT ONLY KNOW I'M ENJOYING THIS, BUT SO ARE YOU FOR YOU'RE LETTING ME CONTINUE. DO YOU DENY THIS CLAIM, LYNSIE?"

"I...uh...I plead the fifth on the grounds I don't wish to to give self-incriminating information."

"*chuckles* YEAH...THAT'S WHAT I THOUGHT. BUT FEAR NOT, MY LITTLE SINNER. AS WE AGREED UPON EARLIER, THIS DOESN'T LEAVE THIS ROOM."

He presses his body against me, a large bulge resting on my ass and his hands softly grope my breasts.

"NOW...CONTINE TO SPEAK, JULIET."

A small shudder leaves me.

"Y-yes...Romeo."

He smiles and presses harder to me as to make my head spin while I continue.

"Do not swear at all; Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self, Which is the god of my idolatry, And I'll believe thee."

"IF MY HEART'S DEAR LOVE..."

"Well, do not swear: although I joy in thee, I have no joy of this contract to-night: It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden; Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be Ere one can say 'It lightens.' Sweet, good night! This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet. Good night, good night! as sweet repose and rest Come to thy heart as that within my breast!"

I yelp at the end as he gives me a squeeze, earning me a devilish snicker and yet another squeeze.

"O, WILT THOU LEAVE ME SO UNSATISFIED?"

He begins to rock against me, rubbing that bulge harder and harder to me. I'm slowly losing it and I lean my head back onto his shoulder.

"What satisfaction canst thou have to-night?"

He gives my neck some light nips and I swoon, purring into his neck.

"THE EXCHANGE OF THY LOVE'S FAITHFUL VOW FOR MINE."

At this point love means lust and we both are feeling it. As much as I was fighting it at the start, now I'm enjoying his advances, even to the point that I'm grinding back into his hypnotically moving hips much to his ego's delight.

"I gave thee mine before thou didst request it: And yet I would it were to give again."

His hands wander back down, feeling my thighs and daring to go under my skirt. I don't really care for the uniforms. Girls have to wear skirts, I hate it because of perverts taking up-skirt pics. But in this case the damn thing makes it easier for this kind of fun.

"WOULDST THOU WITHDRAW IT? FOR WHAT PURPOSE, LOVE?"

I reach down to hold his hands, guiding them under my skirt and letting his bony digits feel along my flesh, making him shudder through his teeth.

"But to be frank, and give it thee again. And yet I wish but for the thing I have: My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite."

"*groans* YOU'RE SUCH A TEASE."

"And you're a kinky pervy teacher. What's you're point?"

"MY POINT?"

He humps me harshly.

"MY POINT IS GOING TO BE WRECKING YOU AS SOON AS YOU DROP THOSE PANTIES."

"Me drop them? That doesn't sound like something a tease would do. If anything, a tease would do this..."

I lean on him more, pressing my ass to his hard as hell bulge and slowly rubbing on it teasingly. This has him swoon, moaning in growing need before becoming aggressive and bends me over his desk.

"WHAT A BAD GIRL YOU ARE. TEASING ME LIKE THAT. SUCH ACTIONS COME WITH RATHER HARSH CONSEQUENCES. DOESN'T THAT FRIGHTEN YOU IN THE SLIGHTEST?"

"Honestly sir...You are one of the scariest teachers here. When you have a bad day, even Edgy and I tremble."

"THEN WHAT MAKES YOU THINK YOU CAN BE SO BOLD WITH ME?"

"Heh...Maybe you're not the only one that's enjoying this. Maybe the danger excites me."

"OH IS THAT SO? HEH HEH...WELL THEN...I SHALL NOT DISAPPOINT YOU."

I flinch feeling his hand on my ass, kneading it tenderly before suddenly yanking my panties and ripping them right off me with a surprised yelp.

"H-hey!"

"YOU DON'T NEED THEM."

He lifts me up more, making sure I'm set properly across his desk and I hear him undo his pants, letting his long blood red erection free.

"MMMMMM...LOOK AT YOU. SO HELPLESS. JUST A RIPE LITTLE FLOWER READY FOR THE PLUCKING. JUST LIKE JULIET."

"Do you aim to deflower me, Romeo?"

"THAT, AND SO MUCH MORE."

He lifts my skirt up then slides his member between my legs to my folds and glides it slowly on my sex. Starting a test rhythm and building up heat for us both, a hot need for more.

"Mmmm...A bit ironic in a cute way, don't you think?"

"HUH? WHAT DO YOU MEAN?"

"You're the 'little' brother of three, and yet you are anything but."

"HEH...FLATTERY WILL GET YOU NOWHERE."

"Then why are you smiling?"

"IT'S A PITY SMILE."

"If you say so sir. But denial doesn't suit you."

"YOU CHEEKY LITTLE SHIT..."

He smacks my ass and I yelp a moan much to his interest.

"OH? WELL WHO'S THE KINKY ONE NOW?"

"Still you sir."

He smacks me again and again I moan. He does this as his hips pick up speed. Excitement getting to him and pleasure building. Soon enough he groans and bucks particularly hard, shoving himself hilt deep inside me, making me scream in pain.

"OOOOOH...FFFUCK YOU'RE TIGHT. AND SO LUSHISHLY WARM AND WET~."

"Fuck you!"

He eyes me funny as I claw at his desk harshly.

"THE HELL...? WHAT'S YOUR PROBLEM?"

"I wasn't joking with that deflowering line. *wincing* That fucking hurts!"

If skeletons could pale, he'd be doing it. He looks down at the point where we connect and pulls back slightly. I whimper as I bite my lip and feel him touch around my sex's entrance. He frowns when he looks at his red stained fingers and regret comes to his mind.

"I...I'M SORRY."

I look up at him in shock. I have never heard him apologize or speak in such a somber tone.

"S-sir...?"

He attempts to slowly pull out and I grab his arm.

"Don't move."

"W-WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"

"Don't you dare move. Do not flee from that which you have started. For to do so now would be a coward's act. And last I checked, you are no coward. Or am I mistaken sir Fell?"

He flinches. I dare his resolve with eyes set in a glare and swelling with tears.

"LYNSIE..."

"The damage has been done. There is no going back. So do not quake like some pitiful schmuck and see this through."

"BUT...YOU'RE BLEEDING..."

"Do not run away Papyrus!"

His name...Hearing his name used in such a way snaps him out of his daze and reverts his mind into a baser understanding.

"AGAIN."

"Huh?"

"SAY MY NAME AGAIN."

"Uh...Papyrus?"

"*shudders* OKAY...NO MORE MESSING AROUND. I'M GOING TO MOVE NOW. ARE YOU READY?"

"I think so. Just...Take it slow, okay?"

"I MAKE NO PROMISES. BUT...I WILL TRY."

I merely nod, letting his arm go and he waits a moment before his hips start moving, though he pauses when I gasp sharply.

"SHH...SH-SHHH IT'S OKAY...E-EASSYY SHHHH...EAASSYY LYNSIE...UUNHN...AH...OOOH ARE YOU OKAY?"

"*bites lip* Why are you so big?"

His ego soars.

"HEHEH...ALL THE BETTER TO PLEASE YOU WITH, MY DEAR. HHHN...GEEZ...UHN YOU FELT TIGHT BEFORE BUT N-NOW...UHHN...JUST...TRY TO RELAX...RELAX FOR ME."

"I'm...I'm trying..."

Moving slow to start, the pain in my body eventually fades off into the swell of pleasant feelings.

"Mmmmm...Ooooh Papyrus..."

"MHN...O-OH...A-AH...HHNNNMM...U-UHN...OHH...OH SHIT...OH SHIT..."

He buries his face against the base of my neck, catching my shoulder with his teeth as he groans and slowly grinds within me. It's like a slow-paced pendulum. Neither of us find it necessary to rush. Every small thrust, every tiny jab he makes within me is met with a powerful response deep in my abdomen. Every inch of my skin feels as if it's lit up like fireworks, the blood running through my veins sizzle across my bones in an intense explosion, flaring within me like a blazing inferno. His hands grab a tight hold of my thighs, and I stifle the urge to scream as the head of his erection suddenly hits a bundle of nerves deep within me.

"OOHH THERE...THERE WE ARE...HHNMM FEELING BETTER?"

"So good...You feel so good..."

He chuckles wickedly.

"HEH HEH, VERY GOOD...I...I HOPE YOU'RE READY LYNSIE...THIS MIGHT...FEEL PRETTY INTENSE. HHMN...I'M GOING TO ADD FORCE."

"Please do."

He wasn't joking either. As intense as this was already, he pushes into me faster and harder. His thrusts gradually speeding up faster and faster, going deeper inside me to hit places I had no clue even existed. With each plunge he takes, the more unraveled I get, my face twisting in mind altering euphoria and he can't get enough of it.

"A-AAHHNN...OOOH FUCK YES...YES...OHNN...MMMMM...AHHHN...OOOH H-HELL...AHHHN SOO...HHAHH O-OOH....HHNAHNN...SO AMAZING...I-INSIDE...HHHHAAHHNN...AHHH MNNFF...FUCK...IT'S SO GOOD..."

"Ooh yes...yes...Ohnn...Papyrus...mnhnn...Aaaahn...don't stop...Don't stop Papyrus..."

Releasing my hips from his grasp, he loops his right arm around my waist while his left hand finds my own and laces his bony phalanges in my fingers in a gentle grip. The rhythmic thrusting of his hips, driving that hardened magic made member of his to my depths, eliciting his name to ring out of me over and over in the most heated of ways.

"THAT'S IT MY JULIET...MY SWEET LITTLE FLOWER...*he bites at my neck* HHNMM I WANT YOU TO CUM FOR ME...OOOOOOH...I WANT TO HEAR YOU SCREAM...CALL MY NAME OUT AS YOU LET GO OF EVERYTHING...MMMMMM...I WANT TO BE ALL YOU THINK ABOUT."

"Oohh...o-oh ahh...Papyrus...Hahnnhhnann...Oooooh...yeahhh...Papyrus..."

"YEAH...JUST LIKE THAT...K-KEEP GOING..."

"O-oh P-pa...hnnm...Paaahpyrus...I-I'm...Hhahh...oohnn...I think I-I'm getting c-cl...oh I'm...hghnnn I'm c-cloosee...u-uahhn...hnnmm..."

"R-REALLY? U-UUNHN...HNMM...OH-AH-HGHN...HUK...AUH...I'M...GETTING THAT SAME FEELING...HOO WHERE...WHERE I'M...A BIT...DON'T KNOW HOW...H-HOW LONG I-I'LL LAST...HNMM HHHNN..."

"*shrieks* There! Ah! Papyrus! Please! There! There! Again! There Please!"

"*chuckles* O-OH? WAS THAT THE SPOT? YEAH? YOU WANT M-ME TO SLAM INTO YOU RIGHT THERE? HMMM? MAYBE...AH-HAHHN...MAYBE IF I HIT THAT SPOT JUST RIGHT..."

He centers his movements to hit into it, the hand around my waist dips down to rub his fingers against my clit, that pressure in my abdomen increases fiercely. The series of moans and cries coming from me, they're ushering him over his own edge.

"HNMM...LYNSIE...OHHN...UHGN...GHHN...O-OOHH GONNA...UNHN...LYNSIE! HHNNM OH I'M GONNA...M-MAKE YOU MINE...!"

He claims my lips in a heatedly deep kiss as he pounds as hard as he can into me and I feel everything getting so tight it's painful. Yet after so much building pressure I let out a high scream as my vision goes blank and I peak in orgasm of sweet release. Faintly he feels a warm gush from me coating his length, setting off the sparks inside him and letting him lose himself completely.

"A-AH...ALMOST...A-ALMOST THERE...THHEEREE...HHNNGN...A-AUH AH LYNSIE...T-THERE...THERE IT IS! A-AHHN C-CUUMMING...CUMMMINNGG! HHNNN...UAHHH...AHHH....OOOOOH...HNMMM...MMMMMM..."

He groans out as he follows after me, spilling his essence well into my core in deliciously hot spurts and giving me this wonderful full feeling. Our left hands still laced together and tightening till it almost feels like we'll almost break the others hand. I'm shaking underneath him as he pants hard in my ear, lightly nuzzling into my hair as his hips slowly settle themselves down till they've stopped and he keeps our connection while holding me close.

"*purrs* THANK YOU."

"For what sir?"

"FOR ALLOWING THIS TO HAVE HAPPENED. IT WASN'T MY INTENTION IN THE BEGINNING...BUT I'LL ADMIT...I WOULDN'T CHANGE THIS OUTCOME."

"*snickers* Yeah. Why change a moment where you got laid?"

"OKAY LITTLE MISS SMART ASS. KEEP THIS SHIT UP AND I WON'T BE SO NICE TO YOU."

"Oh?"

"DO YOU RECALL THAT ASSIGNMENT I ISSUED BEFORE ALL THIS?"

"Yeah."

"YOU DON'T HAVE TO DO IT."

I'm stunned.

"For real? No joke?"

"I BELIEVE YOU DEMONSTRATED A FINE UNDERSTANDING OF THE PLAY. EVEN GOING SO FAR AS TO RECITE WHILE I WAS...DISTRACTING YOU."

"Is that what we're calling foreplay now?"

"VERY FUNNY. BY THE WAY, HOW IS YOUR ANXIETY?"

I blink in realization.

"It...I honestly forgot all about it.

"YOU'RE WLECOMED."

"Thanks sir. *pause* I wonder how much time has passed."

"PROBABLY ENOUGH TO MAKE US BOTH LOOK SUSPICIOUS. DO YOU NEED HELP GETTING HOME?"

"That depends...Are your brothers joining us?"

"NOT LIKELY. GASTER WOULD HAVE ALREADY TAKEN SANS HOME BY NOW."

"Good. Not sure I could handle a drive with Edgy or Fall after this."

"AGREED."

"So...Wanna stay like this for while? I mean, I really can't feel my legs right now, so walking would suck."

"THAT'S FINE. I'M RATHER COMFORTABLE LIKE THIS. *nuzzles* YOU MAKE A GREAT BODY PILLOW."

I smile then bring our joined hands over to my lips and kiss his hand.

"Happy to be of service sir."

We continue to stay there for some time. Eventually, we leave the privacy of his classroom and go home, returning to our normal lives. We never speak of that day again, but the effects stay with us, and at random when the mood is right, we share passions once more upon his very sturdy desk. Whether we have feelings for one another is still uncertain. But that's fine with us for now. For never was a story tied in such a goofy bow...Than this of me, Juliet, and my skeletal Romeo.

#undertale #underfell #underswap #fellswap #dreemurr academy #underversity #sans #papyrus #gaster #buttercupsticksnlicks

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tyranttortoise · 7 years

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oOOO could we also get HC's for the tale/fell/swap skelebros actually as dads too, if that's cool? Parental hcs are my jAM tbh

(* It’s a c-c-combo answer.)

UT!Sans:

Sans is solid through the baby years. He naps with the kid on his chest, and even pulls his shirt up so the babybones can cling to his ribs. He’s fine with waking up in the middle of the night, and while he might fall asleep while trying to feed them a bottle, he’s still going to be fair about taking turns waking up. He’d do anything for his child. He raised Papyrus, so he knows just what to do, and he makes them feel like they can accomplish anything. It’s no secret that Papyrus gained his confidence through Sans’s endless praise, so he’s bound to be raising another Great-in-the-making. He helps them with their schoolwork, though he’ll lightly push them toward a love for the sciences. And by lightly, I mean that he’s in the backyard building contraptions with them, launching homemade “rockets” and performing experiments in the basement. No matter what they do or whether or not they play sports or win any ribbons, Sans is supportive and tells them that they’re the best. He’s full of both puns and encouragement.

If his child is throwing a tantrum in the store, however… yeah, he’s not having that. Whatever they’re throwing the tantrum over, well, now they’re not getting it. He’ll just keep walking and leave them in the aisle. Of course, he’s going to make sure they actually get up and follow him, but he’s not going to give into/feed that behavior.

UT!Papyrus:

Papyrus is so excited over every milestone, but he doesn’t sleep much during the initial years. Every time they cry, he’s right there, checking on them. Sans has to help him out and convince him it’s okay to let them cry it out sometimes, and only then does his marginally calm down. Much like Sans, Papyrus is filled with encouragement. His child is as Great as he is, of course! He’s filled with pride over every accomplishment, and he’s so involved with their schooling that he practically just stays there. PTA-Sans? PFFT, NAW, IT’S PTA-PAPS. Field trip? Oh yeah, he’s coming. Any kind of assembly, you better believe he’s there. Oh, it’s lunchtime? Papyrus is crammed in the tiny seat and eating lunch. He’s also best friends with all of his kid’s friends. He knows all of their names, and they all think he’s amazing. His S/O is going to have to have a long talk with him if they want him to chill out, otherwise, he’s going to be a hovering-parent. But you’d better believe if his kid does anything that involves sports/competitions Papyrus is going to be their number-one-fan and shout his encouragement the loudest of them all.

His child is throwing a tantrum in the store? WHY? WHAT’S WRONG? WHAT’S GOING ON? WHY ARE THEY UNHAPPY? Papyrus is apologetic. If it’s because he denied buying them something, he’ll apologize and firmly tell them that his decision is final.…If they keep crying, Papyrus caves immediately. Yeah, he’ll buy it. He’ll buy TWO OF THEM. Just be happy!

UF!Sans:

He’s a little rough around the edges, but hey, he’s got this dad thing down. The baby’s crying in the middle of the night? He’s got it. Especially if he still lives with his brother because man, Papyrus would have his head if he gets woken up. Red’s used to getting only an hour or so of sleep, anyway, so this is no big deal. He’s often found dozing during the day in a chair with the baby against his chest, and his jacket over both of them. Both of them drool in their sleep. No one picks on his kid, and they learn to stand up for themselves–he makes sure of it. If he even thinks his child is being bullied, he’s at the house of the other kid’s parents, and they’re going to have a long talk. He doesn’t take other people criticizing his kid very well, either. He’s fiercely protective and hovers from the shadows. School-wise, he doesn’t care what his kid wants to do. They want to slack? Sure, as long as they don’t fail. They can cut class, but don’t get caught. They don’t have to do sports or any kind of activities. He just wants them to grow up to be happy. However, if they do find something they’re passionate about, Sans is going to encourage the shit out of it and really push them to be as great as they can be.

His child is going to get publicly spanked if they throw a tantrum. Red’s grin can get real scary, real fast. And nope, any strangers with opinions on how to deal with it are going to get chewed out.

UF!Papyrus:

Papyrus can’t handle when the baby is crying because OH STARS WHAT’S WRONG NOW, WHAT SHOULD HE DO? He consults Sans since his brother raised him, but even though he always tells him that his advice is wrong, he still takes it. Papyrus is a nervous wreck; he’s read up on all the things that could go wrong, and he’s the type that jumps straight to the worst-case-scenario. Throughout his offspring’s childhood, Edge is protective, yet the type that will tell them to walk off an injury. If he has a son, he’s going to push him hard and expect nothing short of perfection! If he has a daughter, he’s going to do the same, only.. she’ll get to walk all over him and manipulate him with ease, and he won’t even notice. He’ll also literally kick down the door or anyone that makes his daughter cry.Either way, the child is going to be pushed to get achieve perfect grades in school and pressured into picking up at least one activity. They’re not missing school unless they’ve caught the plague, and they’re going to be punctual to everything.

His child, throwing a tantrum in public? Huh, I wonder where they learned that..He ends up throwing an even bigger tantrum over the fact that they dared throw a tantrum toward him. There’s lots of shouting and feet stomping from both sides. He’ll yell at them if they start to cry about it. He ends up making a huge scene, and there’s a high probability the exchange ends up going viral on YouTube.

US!Sans:

Sans isn’t really the type that enjoys waking up all throughout the night, but he’ll do it.. he just won’t be very perky about it. He ends up having to get a lot of help from his brother initially, because he’s terrified of messing up. But once he realizes he’s not going to break them, he’s much more hands-on. He does really love reading books to his child–and singing lullabies, too! He’s completely enamored and such a doting father.Blueberry is 100% involved in every aspect of his child’s life. He’s got words of wisdom for every situation (including how to woo their crush), and he tags along on field trips.. mostly because he really wants to see whatever they’re going to see. He always wants to help them with their homework, and if they’re involved in any activities, he’s going to cheer them on throughout! He wants them to strive for perfection in all things, but if they fall short, that’s okay too. "WHAT MATTERS MOST IS THAT YOU TRIED YOU BEST! AND THAT YOU HAD FUN WHILE TRYING YOUR BEST!“

If his kid’s throwing a temper tantrum in the store, he’s going to sit them down right there in the floor and give them a very stern lecture about why that behavior is inappropriate. There may even be finger wagging involved. … If that doesn’t work, yeah, he starts flipping out. If Stretch is around, he’ll handle it, but if not, then Blueberry gives in and lets the kid have their way so they’ll stop crying. Whatever they wanted must have really been important to them!

US!Papyrus:

Stretch is the one that always gets up during the night, and he’s often seen sprawled across the couch with his child napping with him. He’s a little scared of messing the kid up, but hey, he raised Blueberry and his brother’s the coolest person he knows, so he tries not to worry too much. He always knows when his kid is lying, so they don’t stand a chance at hiding something from him. He doesn’t give many lectures, but when he does, the kid knows things are serious. He’s usually a laid-back dad that encourages his kid, but doesn’t hover. He’ll show up to any activities they have to watch, and he’ll be glad to help with their homework, but he’s not going to do it for them. He cares about their schoolwork and is disappointed if they slack off or don’t turn in an assignment. Stars forbid he has to be called up to the school over anything. The first time his kid made a pun in front of Blueberry, Stretch felt like his chest was going to burst from pride.

Nope. His kid isn’t going to throw a tantrum. If they do, they’re leaving the store. Hell, Papyrus will leave the entire cart behind right there and drag them out. He’s not above taking a shortcut out of there with them, either. If they want to come, then they have to behave.

SF!Sans:

Sans freaks out over everything and ends up making his brother help all during the baby stages. Changing diapers is a big nope for him, too, and anything involving spit-up. The first time he got vomit on his face, he looked like he was going to explode.He’s an attentive dad, at least. He’s always pushing his child to do better, but at the same time, he points out everything wrong with the other kids, which will probably make his kid grow up to have a bully’s mentality. Sans will FLIP OUT if anyone bullies his kid, however. He teaches his kid to defend themselves, though, because he’s not going to fight their battles for them. Which is ironic considering how he treats his brother.The first time his kid yells "I hate you!” at him, Blackberry yells it back and then locks himself in his room for two hours, sobbing into his pillow and lamenting every possible poor decision leading up to that point.He cooks his kid’s lunch for school every day, and if he ever finds out that they trash it and buy their lunch with money given to them by Blackberry’s S/O, he’ll be utterly crushed.

If his kid’s throwing a tantrum, Blackberry is going to give him something to throw a tantrum over. He starts listing off punishments (no TV, no crayons, no toys, etc) and then tries counting to ten. If neither are intimidating enough, he calls his brother to handle it while he goes off to seethe (read:pout) somewhere.

SF!Papyrus:

He’s super chill with the kid, but also an incredibly lazy parent. Yeah, he’ll wake up during the night (because like the other lazybones, he has problems sleeping anyway), but between his brother, his S/O, and now a child, he’s juggling a lot of balls. He lets his S/O handle most of the things related to school, and he doesn’t help with homework or assignments. But he’s always there to lend an ear, to watch cartoons with, or to show any of their drawings/accomplishments. He makes bullies disappear. When he has the time, he hovers from the shadows. If someone ever breaks his kid’s heart, he’ll break their legs. That’s only 10% a metaphor because he’d probably really do it.He does encourage his kid to do their best, but he’s also going to try to raise them to be as independent as possible. Basically, he’s taking the opposite approach to how he did with his brother.

If his child is throwing a tantrum in a store, Papyrus is going to put back any other toys they were going to get and then lean in close and tell them very firmly to stop. He’ll threaten to spank them, but let’s face it; he looks terrifying, and he doesn’t want to end up on YouTube himself. So, if that doesn’t work, he’ll walk off. If they don’t follow, he’ll carry them under his arm. One way or another, he’s checking out and then leaving. He’s not about to just ditch his cart because it’s more work for him when he has to come back later.

#undertale imagines #sans #papyrus #headcanon #swapfell #underfell #underswap #the skelebros as parents #feel free to send me more parental prompts

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tyranttortoise · 7 years

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Can we get the SF skelebros (and maybe any others you feel like) opinions on the "broken nose from customer service" and "black eye from roller derby" situations?

* Link to the other skelebros reacting to the “broken nose from customer service.”

* Link to the other skelebros reacting to the “black eye from roller derby.”

( * I added Underfell Grillby {because he’s hawt} and Undertale Burgerpants {because he’s not} )

Broken nose from customer service– extra!

In which their S/O who works in customer service deals with an irate customer, gets their nose broken, and then calmly sets it back into place like it’s no big deal.

SF!Sans:

WHY IS THIS PERSON DARING TO RAISE THEIR VOICE TO HIS S/O LIKE THAT?! IS THIS PERSON TRYING TO GET ALL OF HIS S/O’S ATTENTION?! DO THEY NOT REALIZE THAT THIS IS THE SIGNIFICANT OTHER OF THE MALEFICENT SANS?! NO ONE SPEAKS TO THEM IN SUCH A MANNER!

He starts shouting something along those lines, while marching his sassy self toward the irate customer, but it’s too late. They’ve already started throwing punches! Immediately, he throws himself into the scuffle, making things way worse than they are. It’s unclear how his S/O breaks their nose (was it Blackberry or the customer or did it happen when they tripped?), but as soon as Sans notices, he breaks the customer’s nose in retribution. And then he just keeps hitting them, completely missing the fact that his S/O just popped their nose back into place. It’s his brother who happens to walk by that ends up pulling Sans off the unfortunate jerk and having to talk to security while Sans frets over his S/O’s nose and mutters death threats toward the customer. In the end, Papyrus has to teleport them out of there because they’ve drawn such a crowd. The S/O is on their own when it comes to explaining this mess.

SF!Papyrus:

His lazy grin becomes rather chilling the minute his S/O starts getting yelled at over something that they obviously have no control over. Yeah, he’s used to that happening to him, but it’s not something he’s going to let happen to his S/O. He interjects into the conversation and ends up insulting the customer and making thinly-veiled threats that only raise their level of rage to beyond boiling. They strike. He smoothly dodges. They.. hit his S/O in the face.

Papyrus breaks into a string of curses at the same time he swings for the customer. They’re caught completely off-guard and crumble to the ground as bone connects with flesh. Yeah, screw magic; Papyrus is pissed off enough to bare knuckle brawl. However, he’s more concerned with his S/O right now, and he goes to their side, gingerly reaching for their nose.. only to watch as they set the bone right then and there. The pop makes him jerk, cringing, but he can’t help but find it so.. sexy. Man, they’re tough! It makes him feel proud that someone like that wants to be with him.

Underfell!Grillby:

Grillby is not okay with this in the slightest. He likes to think that as a business man, he knows how to handle customer service. The customer is NOT always right. In fact, they’re often wrong and just trying to get discounted services, in his experience. He crackles a brilliant purple as he smoothly walks to the desk, setting a hand down and leaning in toward the customer. The sight of a LITERAL BALL OF FIRE IN A SHARP SUIT is enough to make the customer pause in their tirade, and Grillbz leans in. He doesn’t always radiate heat, but right now, his close proximity is making the customer sweat all over. The top of the customer service desk beneath his hand starts to melt and sizzle, and the customer takes notice. Everyone is silent.

“….problem?” The word is barely able to be heard–whenever Grillby speaks, it sounds distorted beneath the roaring crackle of fire–but once it finally processes for the customer, they shake their head vehemently. They can’t find their voice. The flamesman grins, white-hot and jagged, and the customer moves to leave. Grillby reaches out with his free hand and grabs them by the front of their shirt, jerking them toward his S/O. There’s a long moment of silence where the customer is looking between the two and then at the melted portion of the desk, and yeah, they don’t want to be burned.

“….apologize…”

“I’M SORRY, I’M SORRY, I’M SORRY!” The customer is on the verge of both tears and a panic attack. Grillby’s grin spreads and he finally releases them to stumble over themselves in their absolute haste to never come back here again.

The perks of dating fire? The heat, obviously, but also the fact that anyone that messes with you is going to get burned.

But the negative is that the melted desk comes straight out of your paycheck. Nice.

UT!Burgerpants:

Burgerpants starts having PTSD flashbacks the second he witnesses his S/O getting yelled at by the customer. He’s useless in this situation. In fact, he somehow ends up behind the counter with his S/O as if he works there, too, and the both of them get chewed out. He accepts everything while nodding and muttering “Yes.. Yes.. You’re completely right. I’m sorry about your quality of service. Should I get a manager?” His S/O actually gets annoyed and tells him to shut up because he doesn’t even work there. This enrages the customer and when the scuffle begins, it’s Burgerpants that ends up with the broken nose! But it’s okay; he’s used to it! He sets his nose right there on the spot and instructs his S/O on the proper way to set their nose should it happen to them.

Plot-twist: it does. But they’re not dating him when it happens.

Black eye from roller derby– extra!

In which the S/O (fairly early into the relationship) shows up to a date with a black eye from roller derby practice.

SF!Sans:

“HUMAN! THERE’S SOMETHING.. WRONG WITH YOUR FACE NOW!”

He’s annoyed, but when he realizes that it’s a bruise, he’s about to be on the war path. "WHO DID THIS?! I’LL KILL THEM!“ He won’t stop poking at the bruise, which is unfortunate, and he starts to go on a murderous tirade that makes it difficult for his S/O to get a word in edge-wise. When he hears the roller derby explanation, he doesn’t understand. The date is cut short so that his S/O can spend the rest of the night showing him videos and trying to explain the rules. He seems satisfied.. for now.

The next practice, however, Sans is there. Man, is he there. He’s decked out in roller derby gear, complete with pads and skates. He spent the last three days learning to skate, and he’s going to show off his skills! He’s let onto the rink only because he pitches a fit (and kinda-sorta-maybe starts crying a little) and calls for Papy. His brother’s intimidation works wonders with getting Sans some time to play, and he spends the entire practice round illegally blocking and targeting anyone that dares hit him. In the end, both brothers are banned from the rink.

SF!Papyrus:

“babe..? got a little somethin’ right.. there.”

Papyrus is pointing to his own eyesocket, but his gaze is sharp, and in the next instant, he’s cradling his S/O’s face and examining the bruise. His expression turns dark and questioning, despite his calm demeanor. The roller derby explanation catches him completely off-guard, but he’s relieved. He’s not concerned about his S/O participating in the sport, but he tags along to a few practices to watch. Yeah, he thinks it’s hawt. His S/O has some moves, although one time, they end up bleeding after a particularly-nasty spill. The next time they’re off the rink, Papyrus pulls them away to lick away with blood and simultaneously fluster the hell out of them.

Underfell!Grillby:

“…….”

He doesn’t say anything, but his stare is so intense that his S/O can feel it boring into them from behind his perpetually-steamed glasses. The spike in his mood is punctuated by a loud crackle as a portion of his flames pop and rise. The temperature in the immediate area kicks up a few degrees. He tilts his head and extends his hand, rolling his wrist in a motion that has the S/O automatically launching into the roller derby explanation. Grillbz relaxes. The area gets cooler. He’s intrigued, as indicated via a bright white fire-brow quirking from above his glasses. His S/O spends the right of the date telling him roller derby stories and actually drawing a few crackling chuckles from him.

Grillby works too much to go to any practices, but he shows up to the big games and quietly sits in the stands with a large berth of space around him. Reluctantly, he actually gives his S/O’s team a discount in his bar, so after their practices/games, they always show up as part of his regulars.

UT!Burgerpants:

“uh, hey there, little buddy.. get into a fight?”

He’s nervous at the sight of the black eye because let’s face it; if his S/O is in some kind of domestic abuse situation where an ex is hitting them, Burgerpants is going to nope out of there so hard. Just look at him–he’s not built to take on any violent exes. He doesn’t even stand up for himself. The mention of roller derby makes laugh in relief. Oh, thank the stars. He was about ten seconds from going to the “restroom” and then they’d never see him again. He doesn’t ask to go to any of the practices because he doesn’t actually believe his S/O and doesn’t want to break the illusion.

#undertale imagines #swapfell sans #underfell grillby #burgerpants #the burgerpants imagines no one asked for #uf!grillbz is still smokin' fine #swapfell papyrus #extras to the my-S/O-is-a-badass asks

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