#Undertale drabble

[perpetual-fandom-brainrot]

Tbh as both a Sans and Ghost girl I would just love for them to fight over me as I will get a MAJOR ego boost. Like HELLO??? Two really strong people (in a different way) liking me so much that they would fight EVEN MORE than they are now?????? I would die djfbaaaaa 😩😩🖤🌺

Ooooh I really like this idea! Have some drabbles!

Simon is the more active flirter out of the two of them, and more active in the argument. He constantly brings you small, easily mistaken for platonic on your end, gifts. Starts walking around base with you whenever he happens to notice you in his peripherals, or when you 'happen' to run into each other more and more often. At this point you get suspicious, but you're anxious to be wrong, so you decide not to bring anything up until you know for sure. What you don't notice through all of this, is that Simon always ends up leading you past the area where Sans is currently hanging out when you're walking around.

Sans is super chill about his side of it it, to the point that you don't actually realize he's flirting. Casual invites to spend time with him "on break" whatever that means (and you've noticed he's conveniently on break every time you bump into him), offering you his coat when you're cold ("eh, I have about fifty of 'em," he'll say when you worry it's too personal) which you have learned to say no to after the first time. Seeing a skeleton in a t-shirt, basketball shorts, and fluffy slippers, even if he was a magical skeleton, was jarring to you. He, of course, laughed his bony ass off at the way you reacted to how he looked without his jacket. You had shoved him to the side, playfully of course, lightheartedly scolding him. You never notice that Sans always tries to be in Simon's view while he's being so kind to you.

At first Simon and Sans don't even realize they're both after you, they don't start trying to 'show off' to each other until they do. Simon thinks Sans is just being friendly and vice versa. Until Sans notices Simon's hand resting on yours a little too long while you're talking. Until Simon hears Sans laugh a genuine laugh, not his usual tired one, at a pun you make during a conversation you're having. To put the icing on the cake, you gave both of them one of those darling smiles they'd fallen in love with by now, before excusing yourself for the night. Those two were glaring at each other before you had even left the room.

After that they're like lions at each other's throats, but only when you're not looking. If you were to ever find out your two favorite boys were fighting over you like that, they damn well knew they'd both lose their chances. Wouldn't they...?

A/n: Hehehehe

Also here's my masterlist for anyone who is new here and would like to see more!

[rabid-utmv]

drabble of skele!reader x Copper (Horrorfell sans)

Part One

Ugh, this night was dragging on and on. You were so tired, yet your sister had pestered you and pestered you until you caved. She’d dragged you out for a night of drinking, fun and time with her boyfriend and his brothers.

Red Serif was a renowned playboy, yet whenever you saw him with your sister, that title melted away little by little. He was utterly smitten with her. His bright red eyelights going fuzzy and large anytime he looked at her and when wasn’t he? His younger brother, Edge, was loudly complaining about the quality of the food beside him, seemingly unbothered as his brother paid half attention. Absent-mindedly murmuring, “uh huh.” Every few sentences as he watched your sister on stage.

Her sweet voice echoing through the mic as she sung along to the music, she’d tried to drag you into it. Her infectious excitement almost got you on stage.

But when you’d scanned the room just before saying yes to the karaoke contest, you’d clammed up. Instead using the excuse, you still had some of your drink left before she rolled her eyelights and dropped it.

She grinned at Red from her highlighted spot and his fanged maw grinned back.

“You really like her, huh?” Your voice just loud enough to be heard over the music, Red seemed to startle, entranced by your sister.

He looked at you, a friendly smile on his face, small beads of red tinted sweat appeared on his skull. He didn’t know that you knew how desperate he was to impress not only your sister, but you. Confiding in your younger sibling about how important family was to him and as you being the eldest, felt that your ‘approval’ was important.

His clawed fingers clenched around the glass, letting out a small chuckle. You felt your eyebrows pinch and his chuckle died quicker then hot coal dumped into water.

“er- uh! yer, i do, really- i do.” He thumbed at the collar of his shirt, pulling it away from his sternum then smoothing it back down, his jacket was absent; wrapped around the hips of your still singing sister. You could see his eyelights flick over your shoulder to her, incapable of pulling his gaze away for more then a second.

His brothers, cousins- you didn’t know, you’d hardly met them beyond a few encounters with dropping your sister off at Red’s home, all lingered somewhere around the club.

You noticed Noir come up to the bar to converse with Edge, who seemed to realise he’d lost his brothers attention, especially when you caught him scowling down at his elder brother before turning away.

You pulled your gaze away from his and he relaxed a fraction, a flicker of a memory of your sister surfaced.

“Opal- your eye contact is SO intense.”

You hummed, looking over at your sister as your fingers paused the braids you were making with your scarf around your head, your white skull disappearing under the silky gold fabric.

“Y’know monsters and humans get nerves over eye contact, yet you’re pinning them down like a small animal anytime you talk to them.” She leant against your dresser; half dressed for the day out you both had planned. Her phalanges tapped a rhythm against her ilium.

“Well,” guilty you searched for an excuse reason for your intense behaviour and came up short. Instead, you gnawed on your tongue, your fingers resuming the braiding.

She raised her eyebrows, a look of ‘gotcha’ triumphing her expression, “Red especially!” Her white eyelights tracked the movements of your phalanges as you worked on the braid.

That’s where you frowned, pinning your sister with a look, “you know perfectly well why I’m hard on him.” She shot you her own look and you huffed, realising you’d done exactly what she’d just accused you of.

She rolled her eyes, pushing her hip off the dresser to walk behind you, her fingers taking over the work of braiding as you watched her in the mirror. “I know, I know,” she soothed, herself mainly, you guessed, “he is trying! A-and so am I.” She stuttered out.

“Birdy-” you started.

She cut you off, “Opalll.” She near whined out, “give him a chance? He’s so sweet, he got me this necklace I’ve been eyeing the past month.” She shrugged a shoulder, gesturing to the tear drop pearl necklace hanging around her neck, resting beautifully on her sternum.

“Just, the eye contact, its pretty intense.” She added on, you snorted, rolling your eyelights playfully as she finished the first braid.

“I can’t help it.” You replied, your hand curling as you rubbed the underside of your jaw, your hand moving down to adjust the gold chain around your neck. The bright gold glinted in the warm light of your room; the offset of your warm toned jewellery compared by the silver accents your sister wore.

You both enjoyed wearing different coloured scarfs around your heads, styling the long fabric into looks to match your design, you usually chose to braid the fabric. It was trendy, joining in on hairstyling was a tad bit difficult as skeletons.

She hummed as she gathered your scarf into sections, “you don’t have to mask around them, y’know?” Her voice taking a softer tone, one that made your eye twitch uncomfortably.

“Yeah…” You sighed out, looking down at your crossed legs, tucked up and onto your stool.

You’d been shocked, yet comforted, when you’d been diagnosed as autistic. It was weird, out of your teen years and sitting by yourself in the doctor’s office as he went through the diagnoses, what it all meant, what they could do.

Your eye had twitched again when he explained that there wasn’t a ‘cure’ for it.

You weren’t sick. Or ill, or broken or-

“Hey! All done.” Your sisters cheery voice broke through your thoughts, her hands tucking in a few stray flying pieces of fabric as she finished.

You smiled at her in the mirror, fixing your shirt to pull higher up your neck, moving the braids over your shoulders and off your sensitive bones.

“Thanks birdy,” you stood, smiling down at her.

She smiled back, but the little twinkle in her eyelights had you pausing. Her smile morphed into a gremlin smirk, her arms wrapping around your torso before you could dodge her.

“Ugh, okay,” you groaned, your arms awkwardly lifting into the air as she poked her tongue up at you. You tolerated it, for the period she deemed she must ‘hug’ you, showing her love, or whatever, ugh.

Your bones prickled as she let go, “thanks,” she whispered, smoothing down your rumpled clothes as she stepped back out of your bubble.

“Hrm,” you grunted, giving her a side eye as you pulled on your shoes, “you needed it,” was all you said before you ushered her to go and get ready.

Your hand clenched around the sweating glass you were drinking from, you didn’t really like it, whatever it was. Your sister had hailed down the bartender and ordered two of the same, the music rumbling too loudly for you to catch it before he was sauntering off.

Your flat look was met by a giggle from your sister.

The same flat look that now graced your face as Red sweat beside you, looking for words to fill the gap you’d dug.

“she’s real sweet, tha kindest- an’ I mean it, girl i ‘eva met.” He surprised you by placing a hand on your forearm, your bones prickled. But for the sake of your sister, you didn’t flick his hand off.

You glanced at him out the corner of your eye, he wasn’t looking at you, his eyelights fuzzy as he gazed at your sister. “she’s ain’t scared o’ much, darin’ fer someone so small.” You hummed at that, your finger wiping away some of the condensation on the side of the glass. “her laugh is infectious, she cracks jokes better then me! even boss laughs.”

Your lips twitched up as you listened, your soul softening. You didn’t notice how he’d looked back at you, catching something you didn’t hear.

“she’s helpin’ us branch out, discover new things, explorin’ and all that. i ain’t neva met someone so bright as ‘er, she’s like a damn star.” His hand moved to your shoulder, your eyelights flicked to it as he continued, “and i’m real grateful yer given me a chance with ‘er. yer sister, she’s near everythin’ to me.”

Something ached within you, the love that poured freely from his mouth, so openly enthralled with Birdy that you could feel it.

“Red! Opal!” Your sisters voice cut into the lull of silence between you both as you absorbed his words.

She easily hopped into Red’s open arms, his hand leaving your shoulder to catch her much smaller body. His sharp teeth pressed against the top of her head, nuzzling softly.

She smiled up at him, her skull flushed from singing and the alcohol she was slamming down. She’d already made it through a handful of drinks as you nursed your first.

You looked at your sister, her head tilted to glance at you, a silent question present. You softened and slowly nodded.

She squeaked and grappled you into a hug, Red startled as did you, but he was quick to recover, his large arm wrapping around you to pull you in. The two of them embraced you as you froze, an awkward grimace of a smile on your face as you half stood half sat during their hug.

“Ohhh! You big goober!” Birdy’s voice cut over the music, she squeezed her face into yours, having pulled you down to do so. Red pressed another nuzzling kiss to her skull, his fuzzy eyelights looked to you.

You nearly jumped when his hand landed on your head, affectionately rubbing your scarf-wrapped head as Birdy continued to coo into your shared hug.

“BROTHER, WHY ARE YOU SMOTHERING YOUR DATEMATE AND HER SKELETON SIBLING?” Edge’s voice was your ticket out, squawking with embarrassment you prise yourself out of their arms.

Hopping back up onto your stool as you smooth yourself out, the shared loud laughter of Birdy and Red making your embarrassment grow. You shot her a withering glare, causing her to choke on her laugh and look away.

Even Red cowed at the look on your face, Edge merely blinked before his loud voice started again, “WELL, NOIR FOUND A BOOTH FOR AS ALL TO SIT IN, THEY EXPANDED IT SO THE REST OF US COULD ALL JOIN IN THE SAME ONE.”

Birdy clapped her hands, “perfect! Are we able to order from the table?”

Red stood from his stool, his hand loosely placed on her hip as Edge answered, “YES, THEY HAVE THIS WEIRD APP THINGY,” his voice disappeared under the music as he led your sister and Red away, all of them disappearing quickly into the sea of humans and monsters.

Without their voices or the distraction of you watching your sister, the heavy beat of the music filled your ears. The deep bass felt like it was attempting to vibrate the bones of your body away from you.

Your hands clenched around the glass, some small part of you wanted to go after them, but they didn’t ask you to come.

You were left with your dilemma, do you follow? Do you stay? Isn’t it too awkward now, trailing after them like a lost puppy, hanging onto the shirt of your sister like a lifeline in the club?

Nerves crept up on you like a shadow, keeping your rooted to the bar as if your drink was the anchor keeping you there. Watching the figure of your sister disappear into the crowd like the beam of the lighthouse fading in sea fog.

You pulled your gaze from the crowd, the prickle of anxiety dancing over your skin as you stared wide-eyed at your still not finished drink.

No one seemed to bother you for a bit, monsters and humans alike giving you a small berth of space.

Not until a figure shadowed you from the strobing lights of the club, you hadn’t noticed for a moment. Not until you tilted the glass, half considering downing it to get it over with so you could order something else, and the sweat that had gathered on the glass was hardly noticeable.

The bright lights didn’t reach you; something was blocking them. You looked over your shoulder.

Someone.

Probably one of the largest monsters you’d ever seen was standing behind you, you blinked as you recognised him, Copper. Red’s eldest cousin, you’d caught his disappearing form a few times when you’d gone to Red’s huge home. But he’d never stuck around, seemingly just walking around a corner whenever you were there.

You’d summed it up to him maybe not liking humans, or maybe you made him nervous? Your sister had reassured you that maybe he was busy, sharing a secretive look with her boyfriend as you mentioned it.

You’d dropped it after the handful of times happening, really just summing it up that he didn’t like you. His cousins, Edge, Noir, Rus had all been friendly, happy to meet you as the sister of Red’s girlfriend.

Copper stared down at you his one dark red eyelight looked to small as he did, his empty socket half lidded. It gave him a mixed expression, yet it was the first time you’d seen him so up close. The crack that trailed up from his open socket was, to put it plain, nasty. The jagged, aggressive looking hole in the top of his skull was hard to notice from your seated position, but even then, this skeleton towered over everyone in the club.

What mostly caught your gaze was the golden false jaw he had; the pointed shark-like teeth that lined it glinted almost threateningly in the shadowed light he casted.

Both large wounds made you feel sick, but you swallowed passed it, your eyelights dragging away to look him over. His large, huge, maroon jacket was unzipped, revealing the cream sweater underneath. What fascinated you was the black fur lined hoodie that framed his head like a lion’s mane. The dark fabric of his jeans stretched around the swell of his thighs.

Dear stars.

His thigh was mid-level with the bar top. You gulped silently, if you lifted your arms, you could rest your elbows against the bar top whilst you stood. Even with your tad extra height.  

He shifted, eyelight breaking away from yours as he sat down in the stool. From the panicked expressions of the bartenders, you all thought the same thing, would that hold him??

The stool creaked as he sat, sinking pathetically under his weight. He blinked, at least he looked a tad embarrassed as he avoided the now grumpy looks of the staff. His arm rested up on the tabletop, his presence added to the berth everyone already gave you, this side of the bar now basically empty.

You didn’t notice, to busy staring and blinking owlishly up at the giant skeleton.

“don’t… like your… drink?”

You flushed, his voice was sinfully deep, a baritone so many octaves below your own that he easily rivalled the bass of the music. It felt inferior to even consider the bass deep now that you had heard Coppers voice.

He quirked an eyebrow and you bit back a squeak when you realised, you’d just been staring at him and letting him watch your face grow hotter and hotter by the moment.

“Not really,” your lips pulled, an awkward smile on your face.

His shoulders seemed to relax a smidge, a tightness you hadn’t noticed in the corners of his sockets reducing slightly as you replied. “so, what… do… you like?” Each of his words seemed carefully picked, as if he was plucking each of them from a book to cut out and glue together.

It was an effort you realised, for him to talk. Something eased in you, there wasn’t a sense of overwhelming dread as you responded, you didn’t realise that the fear of saying something wrong had disappeared.

“Sweeter drinks, this one’s- ehh, a bit to hard for my taste.” He snorted at your response, his huge, clawed hand lifting to gesture the bartender over.

You blinked, “um! Do you-” fuck, you internally thought, attempting to grapple yourself enough to spit out your sentence, “Elderflower and apple!”

The bartender gave you an odd look.

Shit, shit, shit.

“Do you have anything with Elderflower and apple? V-vodka, by chance?”

She perked up as she finally caught what you were poorly attempting to pass along, “yep! Want me to mix that up for you now?”

“Yes- yes please.” You grinded out, your phalanges squeezing the glass you currently had tight.

The bartender turned to Copper, “anything for you, sir?”

He half glanced at her, “same thing.” She nodded, disappearing down the bar to start mixing them for you both.

“Oh- you don’t have to get the same thing as me!” you jumped in, fuck, you hated feeling like this. Swimming into these interactions, unknown monsters, even worse, he was a hot and unknown monster!

He smirked, the metal gold jaw twisting up with the expression, you chalked it up to magic for the solid metal to be able to shift like that, “s’alright treat… i’d like… ta try it.”

[glamoureddreamer]

Idea 3

Cross, Dream and Nightmare, hurt/comfort heavy angst, swearing, alcohol

I’m not really sure these are ideas anymore lmao, regardless enjoy :)

Cross sat alone at a bar, one he had completely forgotten the name of. His vision was doubled and if he moved at all it felt like he could barely see. Cross was sure he was swaying in his chair but he didn’t care. The drinks were making him feel nice, that was the goal.

Unknowingly to him, practically no one was at the bar anymore. Even the most heavy of drinkers knew they should get home at a reasonable hour. He didn’t have anywhere else to go.

Two figures walk into the bar, both looking so similar yet so different. They stand for a second looking around before they spot Cross at the bar. One of them smiles the other sighs.

“Glad we could finally find you.” A monotone voice says startling Cross from his blank stare at the bar counter. He looks up at the voice and recognizes his boss immediately, along with his brother.

“Nightmare! Dream!” He cheers with a slight hiccup.

“Man, am I glad to see you guys!” Dream smiles taking a seat at the bar. Nightmare follows suit, sitting on the other side of Cross however he does not look so happy.

“Yes. I’m sure you are-“

“Brother..be nice.” Dream interrupts him, he leans forward and grabs Cross’s hand cupping it in his own.

“Cross, are you aware of the time?” Cross stares at Dream for a moment before he looks around to find a clock. Once he finds one he looks back at Dream with a nod.

“Okay? And what didn’t think to tell anyone you’d be out this late? Didn’t think to come home?” Nightmare snaps crossing his arms. Dream pulls his hand back from Cross. Cross chuckles however even when drunk it sounded forced.

“Didn’t think anyone cared.” He picks up his shot and downs it before setting it on the table.

“What the hell are you talking about? The only reason why we are here is because we care.” Nightmare nearly growls.

“Well, you shouldn’t.” Cross forces out a laugh. He feels like if he didn’t laugh or smile he would be crying and they shouldn’t have to deal with that.

“Cross?” Dream asks sensing his pain.

“I’m a terrible person. All I do is fuck up. Make my problems everyone else’s cause I’m pathetic.. no one should love me.” They nearly get whiplash from his response, Cross was never direct about anything let alone his emotions.

“Cross…”

“I’m not stupid you know.. I see what you and the others are trying to do. Get me to join the poly but I don’t belong.. I’ll fuck up like I always do and ruin everything. You should love someone else.”

Both Dream and Nightmare take a moment to think about how to approach this. Dream is the first to speak up.

“Cross none of us think that, any of that. I don’t think you give yourself enough credit or kindness.”

“Frankly you’re just incorrect. You never fuck up missions- in fact, you seem to do so well it fixes all the fucking up Killer does. You never come to us about your issues so you have never once made your issues ours.” Cross chuckles a little.

“And you don’t belong with us? That’s because no one belongs in this group. A guardian of negativity, a guardian of positivity, a murderer with no soul, an insane brother killer, a starved beast, the only thing that ties us together is our pain.”

“And our love for each other.” Dream adds. Cross had tears dripping down his face, he covered his mouth trying not to let the sobs escape. Dream notices however and hugs him tightly.

“It’s okay to cry, no one here will hurt you for that.” Dream whispers to him.

After Cross’s drunk emotions stopped he took a deep breath and turned to Nightmare.

“Can we go home?” Nightmare gives him a small smile, chucking warmly.

“Of course Cross, let’s get you home.”

[ant1quar1an]

Consider. (Undertale Sans Addition)

Consider Undertale Sans who can't actually remember the resets whatsoever, but everyone around him gets Deja Vu.

Imagine Undertale Sans who only knows that life is repeating itself because of that machine.

Imagine Undertale Sans who gets so frustrated because why can't he remember anything?

Why is he the only one who doesn't at least partially remember the loop?

His SOUL does, but he doesn't. He wakes up in sweats, panicked and terrified over things he can't remember. He wakes up nostalgic, sad, and doesn't understand why.

He wakes up and feels like he's missing something, but doesn't know why.

As a scientist at heart, he gets so fuckin' mad- so much so that he begins to write in a journal that he leaves with the machine. It's the only way he knows what's happened.

Undertale Sans that- when he becomes Dusttale Sans- is finally beginning to get Deja Vu. Why? Because he's killing the monsters. He's absorbing their SOULs in a roundabout, violent way.

Dusttale Sans that disassociates because he realises that the knowledge came with a price.

Dusttale Sans who made a conscious decision to change it up and murder everyone to see what would happen- not that he expected to remember it.

Dusttale Sans who can't feel guilt. Any emotions he does feel is through a heavy layer of static that makes it hard for him to really understand them.

Dusttale Sans, who after killing the kid, now walks alone in the underground, slowly having his memories return to him.

Dusttale Sans, who's fucking sick of it, but is too DETERMINED to fall down just yet.

[little-buzz]

Showcase for One

This silly idea hit me while I was driving. I wanted to explore male presenting Sanses wearing skirts. I think we should normalize UT characters wearing gender nonconforming clothes.

“Boss, c’mere!” called Killer.

Nightmare sighed, pinching the space between his nasal bridge. “Are you three done with the fashion show? We got our supplies from this AU. I’m not dealing with my brother and his posse because you choose to stay in this store.”

“We won’t… be much… longer,” replied Axe.

Nightmare rolled his eyelight. He turned the corner away from the window. He was met with his boys standing outside the dressing rooms. He wasn’t surprised to find Killer holding an outfit.

“Can you try this on?” asked the eyeless skeleton. 

The guardian sent him a dark glower. One of his tentacles twitched with annoyance. “Why would I do that?” he countered.

“Killer said he’d clean the kitchen and the living room for a week if ya do this,” said Dust nonchalantly.

Said monster whipped his skull towards the hooded skeleton. “The fuck? I never said—” 

Axe elbowed the side of Killer’s ribcage. He murmured something to him that Nightmare couldn’t make out. 

The boss felt his eye socket twitch. “We’re leaving now. Enough with your childish nonsense,” demanded Nightmare.

Like clockwork, his boys deflated like a balloon. Killer lowered the clothes from his hand. His three members were the equivalent of kicked puppies.

“I will only humor this request if you all clean the castle from top to bottom next week. The dungeon is in dire need of fixing.”

The guardian was smug from seeing the boys’ sour reaction. Killer sighed loudly, offering the outfit to him. He took it with an appendage, closing the fitting room behind him. 

Nightmare viewed the clothes with a quirked browbone. He reluctantly dressed himself in the new outfit. After the guardian finished changing, he fiddled with the collar of his purple sweater. He smoothed the cream white pleated shirt, checking his outfit in the mirror. 

He… didn’t hate the attire, but it wasn’t his first pick.

Nightmare wondered if he had worn a skirt ever. He could vaguely recall the villagers giving Dream clothes which no longer fit their children. Of course, his brother would rope him along for an outfit change. Thinking about it, Nightmare didn't mind what Dream encouraged him to wear.

At least… if he remembered correctly.

The guardian shook his head and quickly removed the outfit. He switched into his previous clothes, sighing with relief. He stepped out of the dressing room, tossing the clothes to Killer. 

“Return it. We’re leaving now.”

Killed blinked dumbly at the clothes, then at Nightmare. “Why aren’t you wearing it?” he sputtered.

The goopy skeleton grinned wickedly. “I did wear it. You didn’t specify I was supposed to showcase it.”

The eyeless skeleton cursed before he stomped away to return the clothes. Nightmare opened a portal as Dust and Axe trotted toward him. 

Dust cracked a small smile. “Astute as always, boss.”

Nightmare hummed. “You’re not getting out of this, Dust. I thought you wouldn’t stoop so low to one of Killer’s stunts,” he commented. 

Dust paused before he hopped into the portal. “Eh, I thought it was worth a shot. ‘Sides, you need more variety with your clothes. You need to give me some credit, this was mostly Killer’s idea.”

Nightmare sighed again. He waited for Killer to enter the portal as well. He watched as his team member sadly jumped into it. The guardian curled his appendage on his shoulder almost comfortingly as he followed suit.

[cloudyskydreams]

S/O wearing their clothes! UT,UF,UF,HT

Thought this was a cute idea actually got inspired from the last request but decided to make it its own thing. Small little drabbles and two posts for the day I feel accomplished! As always hope y'all enjoy!

Undertale:

Sans:

The rare occasion his jacket is to get washed and you pull it out of the dirty laundry to wear it. It smells like pine and ketchup and you relax into the smell as you stand in your shared bedroom. A chuckle from behind you has you spinning around and you see and amused Sans staring at you through lidded eyes. "was wondering what the jacket was in here" he puns and you smile as he steps closer pulling you into him. "you look cute starlight, you should wear my clothes more"

Papyrus:

It was a brisk autumn day and the air outside was cold enough to make goosebumps rise in your skin. You had only brought a jacket to the outing with your bonefriend and were regretting not bringing mittens or a hat or something of the like. Papyrus noticing how cold you were took off his scarf and wrapped it around your neck, it's a large comfy scarf too. "HERE YOU ARE SWEET PEA DONT WANT YOU GETTING COLD." He thinks you look just perfect in his signature scarf and plans to make you one similar.

Underfell:

Red:

Red had taken his jacket off while working on your car and you being the grateful partner decided to give him a little show when he got back. Slipping on a pair of booty shorts you know he drools over you in and his jacket you pose on the couch and wait for him to come in. It takes a bit and you end up scrolling on your phone but his reaction is priceless. He drops he tool in his hand and his mouth is open in shock as he takes in sight of you. "fuck sweetheart you don't know what you do to me," he growls as he practically pounces on you.

Edge:

Edge had left his clothes on the bed while he hopped in the shower after a long day and you saw your opportunity to try on his prized cape. You chuckle and slip the thing around your neck before impersonating the loud skeleton. He of course finishes much quicker than you anticipated and can't even pretend to be mad when he sees you parading around pretending to be him in his cape. He knocks on the doorframe and smirks upon seeing you're shocked face. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING PET?" he questions a fire in his eyes as he steps closer to you and pulls you flush against him by his cape. He enjoys seeing you in his clothes as it's sort of a way for him to mark you as his. He also thinks you just look great in his clothes.

Underswap:

Blue:

You had stolen blues bandana and had decided to center your entire outfit around the little piece of cloth as a little surprise for him. You dressed up a little and put on the bandana before getting to work on breakfast. About ten minutes later a sleepy Blue exited the room half dressed and rubbing his eyes. "LOVE HAVE YOU SEEN MY— oh…" He takes in the sight of you before smirking. "ISN'T THIS A SIGHT FOR SORE EYES, DRESSED UP ALL FOR ME?" He waltzs over and kisses you while adjusting the bandana. He really enjoys the look and might ask to twin with you in the future.

Stretch:

Stretch had simply switched out what hoodie he had worn that day and you had snatched his signature orange one when you had the chance. "aww honey don't you look cute," He snaps a picture upon seeing you and chuckles as he sends it to Blue ranting about how cute his s/o is. He definetly leaves clothes out more often for you to find and wear. He might doodle you in his hoodie in his free time the image is stuck in his mind.

HorrorTale:

Axe:

He takes his jacket off occasionally and forgets where he puts it. Was actually coming to ask if you had seen it when he found you wear it, and lemme tell you it dwarfs you. Let's out a little "…oh" and his eyelights dilates to fill his whole socket as he stares at you for a few seconds. Thinks it's the cutest thing he's ever seen and occasionally will simply take his jacket off and dump it on you because he enjoys your smell on it.

Willow:

His scarf is pretty torn and he wears it mostly out of sentimentality when he does. He has a new one but this one just holds so many memories he can't get rid of it even if alot of those memories are bad. You slip it on after finding it one day poking around the house, he finds you wearing it and he doesn't really react. "Hello Dearest I See You've Found My Old Scarf," He ruffles your hair and tells you the story of how he first got the scarf. Gently folds it and puts it up when you're done wearing it. He's happy to let you wear his other clothes too and as he's a giant they're all pretty huge on you and he thinks that's cute.

[savi-our]

Mistletoe with the UT Skelebros (x Reader)

(Heya! I sorta missed all the X-mas hype by a few days but I wanted to post some fluff whilst we're still in that sweet sweet holiday limbo. Hope you guys enjoy! I might do the other skeletons too if requested :)

Sans

It had all been going smoothly up till now. I mean, as smoothly as having a bunch of alternate skeletons under a single roof on Gyftmas eve could go he supposed. 

Nothing set on fire - yet, nothing broken beyond repair - yet, no physical fights…. yet. Albeit he could see some of the more rowdier skeletons already losing their filter due to the excessive amounts of alcohol present, he knew would have to step in sooner or later to break up any potential arguments soon…

Man he was tired, hosting an event this big by request of his brother was taking a toll on his already exhausted state of mind. His one and only conciliation? You.

You had been flitting about the party, mingling and exchanging gifts as you went, trying to keep everyone safe and happy and Sans couldn't help but grin at the sight of you. It reminded him of why he had fallen so quickly and so hard in the first place.

You were a breath of fresh air, a peaceful moment in the ever present chaos of his life, could you really blame him for wanting more? More of you, more of those shared moments he had been lucky enough to steal with you?

He was getting ahead of himself, maybe it was the drinks talking. He should check the dining room again and see whether or not everyone was still playing nice there.

Just as he was about to do just that, the call of your voice stopped him in his tracks, he turned, noticing the small box in your hands and the slight flush of your cheeks.

“heh, what's up kid?”

Just as you were about to respond, your gaze had caught something, you had frozen in place, eyes widening at something… above him?

Mistletoe.

Oh man

He froze as well, already making up several reasons in his head why he should just play it off and go on his merry way before he did something to ruin his friendship with you before actually looking back down at you.

Man you were a sight for sore eyes.

…Could he maybe indulge? Just this once? Just this once he could forget about everything and just… enjoy the moment.

The abashed smile on your face told him you probably wouldn't mind and he wondered if he was really that lucky?

He leaned in, inexplicably drawn towards your warmth, and you did the same. He hesitated one last moment, but then he realized he probably wouldn't be able to live with himself if he chickened out now, and that had sealed the deal.

It was a small but soft peck on your lips, his eyes lidded as he watched your reaction, the blush on your face making his soul thrum. The loud cheers around the room seemed to have snapped you out of the moment and you flustered at being seen by so many, but he didn't, he couldn't, how in the world could he when all he could see was you?

Before you could run away in your embarrassment he leaned in again, almost too quick to catch, and he stole another kiss from your lips,- the feeling of the soft gasp of surprise coming from you and fanning over his teeth making his head spin and making him quickly take his leave. He hoped you would forgive him, he couldn't help himself, not with how brightly you looked at him with the holiday lights all around you.

Papyrus

Papyrus hummed in contentment, his bright eyes flying over the brightly decorated room in satisfaction as he placed an empty box down on the floor. His hands rested on his hips as he looked over his work.

It was perfect, he'd make sure to triple and quadruple check. A vision of Gyftmas cheer, holiday lights, candy canes, stockings and thistles neatly organized and placed around the room.

He wanted it to be perfect, no, it had to be! You were joining them this year after all, and Papyrus couldn't bear the thought of everything being less than superb.

He wondered if your expression would light up just like the gyftmas lights, if you would turn to him with that perfect smile on your lips and compliment him with that stunning look in your eye. The thought made his cheeks warm.

He was excited, so excited to spend the evening with you, he had big plans after all. 

His eyes turned suspicious, glancing this way and that for any sign of the others before quickly making his way through a practiced and mentally rehearsed route through the house.

Living room entryway? Check, Kitchen door? Check, Hallway exit? Check, Back door? Check.

…Hmm, maybe he should add some more, just to be safe.

He returned to the inconspicuous box laid neatly out of sight in the corner of the hallway and opened it, grabbing a few branches of the spindly green plant that he had taken the time to wrap in neat little red bows.

He had found the tradition a bit odd at first he admitted, but then he saw how delightfully charming it was in one of Mettaton's FULL VOLUME GYFTMAS SPECIALS, and he thought it had been a perfect chance to finally confess his feelings to you. It's been rather recent that his feelings of best friendship had morphed into something… more, something soft and exciting, something that made his soul thrum vividly every time he laid his eyes on you.

He had wondered if he was sick at first, it wouldn't be surprising considering the weather they'd been having, but after several hours of arduous researching online for the supposed cause he had come to a realization. He had looked through his bookshelf then, dusting off his older volume DATING MANUAL with a warbly grin.

He wanted to confess, wanted to see the look in your eyes when he did, he wondered how you'd respond, the thought made him a bit nervous. It had to be perfect.

As he placed the mistletoe branch on one of the other entryways in the house- deftly balancing on the small stepladder he had kept for purely such an occasion, he hadn't noticed the padded footsteps behind him.

It was all so sudden, a quick and cheery greeting, a startled yelp, a clattering thump, a rushed reflex to grab you and break your fall.

Papyrus stared down at you, his hands protective around you as both of you stared at each other in a moment of stupefied silence.

He snapped himself out of it, already rushing to apologize, to check you for injuries, to make sure you were safe, oh stars, he hadn't hurt you in the fall did he?

You started laughing and the sound knocked him out of his anxiety, it was such a pretty sound, he almost lost his train of thought. He stared at you once again, still leaning over you on the floor as you fell into a fit of giggles and he couldn't help but sigh dreamily. You were perfect.

It was then your eyes had turned to something over his shoulder, briefly widening and then turning towards him, a soft flush in your cheeks. He wondered what you were looking at, and just as he was about to turn, the warm touch of your hands on the sides of his skull made him freeze in place.

He couldn't resist it, the pull of your arms softly bringing your lips to his teeth, gaze soft and warm, the feeling made his spine prickle.

He had leaned in, enchanted by the feeling, enchanted by the sight of your warm affection, the feeling of your lips, the warmth of your slightly shaky breath.

It was perfect, even if his plan had failed even before it could begin,- but then how could it not be, when you were the one he had fallen for. Quite literally in fact.

[eluriart]

Multiverse Bureau of Investigation (3213 words) by Xelu Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Undertale (Video Game) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

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Dream & Nightmare belong to joku

[sttmh]

Reasoning with Age

Dream and Nightmare hadn't paid too close attention to the passage of time until Classic and Neil came along, and when asked, they could only say that they were there before the village itself. Which didn't tell Classic anything about their age, as the village had been established only a few years before Classic met them.

Classic tried to watch how they acted, trying to see if he could spot any of the typical behavior common among those in stripes. There were times Classic felt sure of their age, and others when they acted wiser than Gerson on his best days.

"How do you define age?" Nightmare asked.

"... how old you are?" Classic asked, suddenly doubting himself.

"Yes, but how do you define 'you'?" Nightmare insisted, sighing.

Classic stared, struggling to understand how existentialism could help here. "uh, i'm not sure how to answer that. your- body, i guess?"

"So you are asking when our bodies were created?"

"... yes?"

"Then we are children," Nightmare said definitively, turning back to his book.

"hold on," Classic stammered. "what other way would you define how old you are?"

"You rememeber how Dream and I are spirits, yes? By our coming into existence, we carry a collective experience from our mother. It is how we are able to know about things we have yet to see."

That... made sense. Still confusing, though.

"by that definition, then, how old would you say you are?"

"I would be unable to put an exact number to it."

Classic sat back, thinking it over. Since Classic had met them, years had passed in their world, but the twins remained oddly stagnant. Their personalities lacked the growth most monsters in stripes would experience, yet the two seemed to still be learning how to interact appropriately with others.

[imtrashraccoon]

Thank you to @coresanthewriter for the commission! I haven't written this topic before, but I had a lot of fun doing so. I hope you like it! (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

Wedding Day

Featuring: Swapfell Gold Sans "Wine" x You (Core)

Today was the day! After almost two years, you would finally be marrying the love of your life. The journey had not always been an easy or pleasant one, but now you could do the one thing you had been longing for ever since you had confessed your true feelings to your partner.

Funnily enough, your fiance was probably even more excited than you were about today. You had talked through "what if" scenarios on and off before, but when the legislation went through to legalize interspecies marriage, Wine's enthusiasm only grew more and more with each passing day. Indeed, he had all but insisted on planning out the whole ceremony, which made sense because he had always been good at that sort of thing.

It was a small affair, but that suited you two just fine. While Wine had a penchant for grandeur and large displays of power, he knew when to hold off when it counted. This was to be the first human-monster marriage since the whole race was freed from their underground prison after all, and what happened today would set the precedent for any future ceremonies to come.

Another reason you two had agreed to keep the wedding small was the fact that there just weren't that many guests to invite. Sure, Wine's brother would be there in support, but he did not have very many friends he wanted to be there. Despite this, the Monster Queen would be in attendance, as would the human ambassador who had freed their entire race. Although you had tried to tell yourself otherwise, this ceremony was a political one, especially since Wine still held a high rank in the Royal Guard. However, there would be a few other monsters attending as well, such as the Royal Scientist, the former Monster King, and a few plus ones, but you didn't mind since you were friends with most of them already.

As for you, it was a bit of a similar story. A few of your good friends were coming, in fact they had been overjoyed to be invited, but your family had declined when they learned who you would be marrying. It was not a huge surprise, since your parents had pitched a fit when they found out you were dating a monster a year ago, but you would have been lying if you said it didn't still hurt. The one good thing was that you were joining a new family, one who loved and accepted you for who you were, not for what you could do or whether you made them look good.

When the time for the ceremony began, it felt as though your heart had leapt into your throat. You promised yourself you wouldn't cry, but a small voice in the back of your head knew better. If you could just make through your vows, you would count it as a win, although in reality you were already winning. No matter what happened in the next few minutes, you would end the day married to the one you loved more than anyone else.

Wine was already waiting at the altar when you stepped into the auditorium. You remembered thinking that he had always looked good, but seeing him like this - dressed up in his full ceremonial guard uniform - you felt like you could admire him forever. His hands were folded behind his back and he stood tall, as if ready to take on the very world itself for you. The gold accents of his uniform gleamed under the lights and really brought out the scarlet pinpricks that rested in his sockets. Despite his rigid posture, there was a warmth to his presence that could be felt throughout the whole room, as if he was just barely suppressing the sheer joy in his soul to be here today.

Your outfit wasn't a traditional wedding suit or gown, but something more fitting for this unprecedented event. You wore a dress shirt with lace detailing, smart-looking slacks, and a loose cloak with a gold clasp. Your normally shoulder length hair had been plaited and tied back into a sort of wreath encircling your head. Your makeup wasn't anything too over the top, but it brought out your ebony eyes and made your warm sepia skin glow beneath the lights. You felt good, like you could let loose and have a little fun, but still seem sophisticated and elegant at the same time.

Wine's permanent smile only seemed to widen the moment his eyelights landed on you. He couldn't seem to tear his gaze away either as you made your way down the aisle to stand by his side. Truly, if he was the happiest monster in the world today, then you were the happiest human as well.

"Well Now," he purred in a voice that was meant for you and you alone as the pianist wrapped up the refrain. "I Was Beginning To Wonder If You Might Stand Me Up, But I Have Never Been More Glad To Be Wrong, My Paramore."

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Do you want a little drabble of your own? Check out my pinned post for my rates. I will be happy to write something for you!

[urva4lentinee]

Prompt idea : Papyrus loses his scarf and you find it and give it back to him.

TW: none!

Papyrus (Classic)

Monsters had been on the surface for a few months now, their appearance shocked the world but they were welcomed pretty quick. Though they had a preference to live closer to the outskirts where it wasn't busy and crowded. It was probably out of weariness but everything was new to them.

There was a flower field, vast and open behind a grocery store Papyrus frequented with sans. It was a local shop but the owner was kind enough to let them venture out to the back due to Sans' curiosity about it. While walking around in it they both were reminded of the waterfall. Surrounded by glowing blue flowers.. but this place was sunny and had bright colorful bursts with grass mingling and intertwining with flowers and other plants like ferns all while the sun shined down on them.

Papyrus loves the surface, he was always adventurous and the wind blowing felt so freeing, it was nice to feel the warmth of the sun and the breeze of the wind. Even when it rained or got particularly hot, it was all a new experience for monster kind a like. They never had weather changes. Sitting down he loosened his scarf and placed it into his hand, he wore the red cloth everywhere. It was a comfort item, one that reminded him of the underground. Maybe he was a sentimental guy but he enjoyed having memories to keep and show.

When he laid down on the ground letting the gall grass swallow and hide his tall and lanky form he smiled, the wind passing through the grass but not hitting him directly, keeping his hand loosely wrapped around his scarf as he rested. With closed eyes his shoulders sagged in content. Laying there basking in the sun before he heard shuffling behind him and a shadow casting over him, blocking the gentle rays. Peaking his eyes open he frowned at his brother who wore an evil but playful grin, knowing he was disrupting his sun bathing.

"'sup, paps."

"..Yes, Hello, Sans. May I Help You?" Papyrus asked, with a raised eyebrow hinting of disapproval.

"Nah.. but uh- where's your scarf?" Sans asked, pointing at his hand next to him. Quickly Papyrus sat up and looked at his now empty hand. WHEN DID IT DISAPPEAR??

Setting a few boxes outside you sigh, happy to be on your break finally after dealing with the customers. You sat the bent and wrinkled cardboard on top of the trash can. Dusting off your hands you went to sit down, reaching into the apron's pocket for your phone only to stop when you noticed a bright red color resting against the leg of the chair that sat outside for the employees.

You reach and pick up the long and well woven cloth, laying it out and quietly admiring how long it was and the quality of it. It looked handmade and very well loved if the holes in some place were anything to go by. It must've been sitting out for a bit given the warmth of it.

You folded it and keep it against your chest absently looking off to the side to see two people run by you quickly. A tall monster running quickly and a short one following him keeping a speed walk. You wonder for a moment why they were behind the store but ultimately shrug it off and sit down with the red cloth in your lap as you pull out your phone to scroll your break away.

After a while the back door opens, you smile expecting your co-worker only to see your boss instead. With wide eyes you nervously smile and look at him thinking you did something wrong and you'll be written up.. your boss was pretty nice so you wonder what you did until he turns to you and smiles warmly, wiping his hands on his apron.

"There you are! Was looking for you, didn't realize you were on break!" ..oh thank goodness. He wasn't mad.

"Got some monsters looking for something, says it's a scarf of the bright color variety." He finishes, stepping outside more to gesture to the door in a 'come out here' motion. Out steps two monsters, the tall one wears a worried expression, the other, shorter, one wearing a tight smile with what seems to be beads of sweat dripping off the sides of his skull. ..hey! Those are the guys from earlier that were running past you!!

You were about to shake your head no, that you haven't seen one before remembering the scarf you found. Looking down you close your phone and neatly hold up the woven piece to them with a smile.

"Is this it?"

"Oh My Asgore! Yes! Thank You So Much, Human!" The tall one smiles brightly, his matching red gloves brushing against your hands to take the outstretched cloth back before pausing a little. You tilt your head softly in confusion but give him an encouraging smile in hopes maybe he's just nervous.

Watching his cheeks..? Turn a faint orange he laughs a bit loudly under his breath and quickly pulls away, taking the red cloth again, still smiling at you while the shorter one sighs heavily, he looks relieved. Given the way his shoulder sag quite a bit and he rubs the side of his skull.

"Great you found it! Sorry for the worry, glad to have you catch it, huh?" Your boss chuckles at you and you nod a bit shyly at the light praise. You never took compliments very well..

Looking at the outstretched hand with surprise you look up at the tall skeleton again as he offers you a hand to shake. You take it and give a small wave motion and pull away again, folding your hands together in front of you after the exchange.

"I'm The Great Papyrus! Nice To Meet You....?" Papyrus trails off, waiting for you to reply. You look down realizing you didn't have your name tag on and look back at his bright expression telling him your name.

"Great! Lovely Name! You Have My Gratitude! Didn't Know You Worked Here! Me And My Brother-" he then gestures to the shorter skeleton who lazily smiles and does a little wave towards you. You return the gesture with a smile.

"Sans, Visit Here Quite A Bit."

Making an 'o' with your mouth you then smile. The store wasn't too well known but it was a good local spot so you were happy to hear that they supported the business. You weren't in love with your job but the people who worked and ran the place were sweet.

"Really? That's great! I'm usually sticking things so that's probably why. Maybe we'll see each other more often?'

Papyrus grinned at the response and nodded.

"Yes! That'd Be Great! Me And My Brother Must Be Off Now! Have A Lovely Day!" With that he quickly waved to the both of you and ushered his brother quickly out into the store again and your boss laughed and waved to you, following them in.

You sighed tiredly smiling softly and sitting back down to continue on your break. What an interesting character.. you hope to see them again.

Thanks if you read this :))! Feel free to request or suggest anything.

[ten-years-late-with-fanart]

Echo - another Errorink drabble!!

Error had heard the screams for… weeks? Hours? He didn’t know, at this point. There were no clocks, no natural indicators of time, no other people to have meals with in the Anti-Void… so he was left in a constant limbo of screams, running out to kill anomalies, and glitch-induced sleep attacks.

But he had realized, maybe in a lucid dream, or a hallucination, or… whatever state isolation had left him in, that the screams were coming from his own deranged, yellowed smile. Horrible sounds, cries for help, shrieks of pain when the glitches hit nerves, and screams in terror… he was vaguely aware of them growing dimmer, more hoarse… and then thick with blood and swelling. His throat had been torn raw by the time he heard the screaming come back…

It was after he had drifted out of sleep, the TV blaring rapid-fire Spanish, that he realized the screams had come right back, drilling into his ears from some foreign entity out in the void…

it was only three sleeps worth of stumbling into the blinding whiteness before he realized that the screams came from nowhere but his own mind. At that very moment, Error Sans realized something-

he was broken, completely broken. possibly beyond repair. As voices screamed at him that his puppets were fake, that he had nothing but his shattered moral compass and a desperate need for companionship.

The arrival of Ink was far from unwelcome— Error was even emotionally clingy for some of it. It soon passed, though, when he realized the artist didn’t remember much beyond his own name… let alone Error’s boundaries. Waking up to the little guy asleep on top of him was always enough to trigger that horrid screaming, the screaming that made his eyes smart and his head throb and his throat close…

Eventually Ink wrote things down on his scarf, things like ‘don’t touch Error’ or ‘keep a good distance when visiting Anti-Void’, but it still wasn’t enough. Error kept Ink’s hands tied up in his strings, holding the tiny, spindly fingers far from any harmful touch.

The moment he felt any relief was what Ink said was the first day of winter, when the artist peeled off a paint-splattered blue jacket to reveal a new tattoo. One on his hand, so any time he moved he’d see it— ‘don’t touch error!!’ was written in bold yet elegant print. All Ink did was smile, albeit a bit absently. 

“See? I mean, it’s pretty self-explanatory, but—“

That day, for the first time, Error gave someone a hug. All he wanted was for someone to at least acknowledge, if not understand. 

Finally, the screaming came to a stop.

@lunar-atlantis @burningarsenic @karineverse @angelpointe

my errorink buddies that might enjoy!!

[emile-tb]

None of you are allowed to know the context of this shitpost

[ant1quar1an]

Quill - An Undertale OC

( A Drabble )

Warnings: Technically angst? Bro's trapped in The Void

Regret. A debt to be paid. Invisible shackles. Restrained. And strings. Strings, as far as the eye could see, vibrating and twisting and letting off music.

A discordant harmony that he knew would haunt him forever.

A thousand lifetimes. Death at the end of each one. How hadn’t he snapped? He felt like he should have.

… Maybe he had, in his own way. He wouldn’t be amused that each time he lived again, a videogame-like screen appeared in front of him if he hadn’t.

Shouldn’t he be dead? He hadn’t eaten in years. 

… had it been years?

It was hard to tell in the void.

For a place described as having absolute nothingness, it sure had a lot in it. Strings. So many strings. Each symbolising a new timeline.

His SOUL, once vibrant mid-blue and mint green interchangably, now reduced to a grey heart.

… Sometimes he swore it flickered, as if it was fading to nothingness.

But it still felt like so much was in there.

Different lifetimes. Different colours for names. Most of the time, at least.

He. He thinks he used to be named Quill?

Tyrian. Morality.

Saffron. Deceit.

Pine. Kindness.

Rogue. Diligence.

Cobalt. Carelessness and Integrity.

Rust. DETERMINATION.

Z. Stagnation.

Slate. Corrupted Integrity.

Narrator. Creativity and Injustice.

… he was sure he forgot a few… hundred.

A goal. Protecting the protagonist at the cost of his life, many times over.

All to repay the debt he owed. The sins he’s committed.

He chuckled– a noise tainted with desperation and exhaustion– and stared at the string closest to him.

He could pick out the subtle song of the white, yellow and blue string before he was sucked in.

A new life to start, I suppose.

[adeliewwaboo]

Killer by RahafWabas Cross by Jakei

↠❏ Inspired on Kross AU Drabbles, written by @unknownarmageddon and @psycho-chair ↠❏ Dialogues belong to the fic entirely

[cloudyskydreams]

hey!! i see youve been posting about the sanses a bunch and i was wondering if you could write some cuddling headcanons? im mostly here for UF Sans but u can write for all 3 of them too if you prefer :o] whatever you want really

Hi thanks so much for requesting! I absolutely can do that for you I loved writing these so much, Red is absolutely one of my favorites he's sm fun to write I did end up doing all three cause why not ::3 Anyways I hope you enjoy!!

UNDERFELL: Red

•Red is a clinger he loves touching you in any form and capacity and cuddling means he can press your bodies as close together as he wants.

•He's can big or little spoon both works for him. When he is big spoon he likes curling up around you holding you to his chest. It's reassuring, but ohhh when you hold his head to your chest and gently rub his skull and wrap yourself around him? He melts he loves being the little spoon it makes him feel safe and loved.

•He runs warm so I hope you're ready for some heated cuddles. He likes to run his hands up your sides and trace little pictures into your skin and his hand is always nice and warm when he does.

•Red gets a bit touchy while cuddling but that's part of the experience, he won't do it if you're uncomfortable with it too. Just squeezing your soft bits or more teasing touches if you seem into it. He doesn't even do it in a lewd way at first he just likes touching you but then his thoughts catch up with his actions.

•Sleep cuddler all the way, he loves being close to you in his sleep and him seeing you by his side when he wakes up from nightmares always helps calm him down.

•PURRING, I am obsessed with them being able to purr this man specifically. Imagine falling asleep with him in your arms while you can feel the vibrations of his purr on your chest. Be proud he feels safe and loved enough to be able to do that!

Small drabble because why not:

Today was not a good day for Red, everything that could go wrong seemed to and it had left him on edge waiting for the next awful thing to happen. You being the dutiful partner as always noticed his mood change 5 minutes into him coming home and called him over to the couch.

"What's wrong baby?" You ask gently looking at the skeleton in front of you. His shoulders are tense and he's looking at the ground his usual smile strained.

"nothing ta worry your pretty lil head over doll, jus a bad day." He grumbles out and you frown. You reach over and gently take his arm he looks up from the floor to stare at you in confusion as you gently pull him forward. He follows your lead and eventually the skeleton is sitting on your lap as you wrap your arms around him. His shoulders drop from their scrunched place and he looks into your eyes as if searching for something. After a second he seems satisfied and lowers his head to your shoulder resting it in the crook of your neck.

"It's okay," you say softly as you trace his spine through his jacket, he sighs contently and nuzzles into your neck cuddling close you"This will pass, it's just a bad day and it will come to an end and tomorrow we'll do better " you continue to reassure him as you rock him gently back and forth. You make no comment on your shoulder wettening or his hold on you tightening and simply hold your bonefriend close, hoping to be a comforting rock for him in tough times like these.

Undertale: Sans

•He likes to cuddle has no preference on little or big spoon besides little spoon requires less work and he likes that. He likes to hold and be held so it depends on whatever mood you're in.

•His cuddles are almost always sleepy and even if you aren't he's feeling nice and relaxed enough he'll probably be passed out within ten minutes.

•One of his favorite positions is him on his back and you resting your head on his ribcage, he'll run his hands through your hair or trace small hearts and doodles on your back.

•Likes to use your squishy bits as pillows especially your legs, he'll wrap his arms around your thighs and burry his face there and be out like a light within the next few minutes.

Underswap: Blue

•Blue likes big spoon the best because it makes him feel bigger and like he's protecting you. He doesn't hate little spoon though and actually one of his favorite places to be in general is pressed into your chest.

•Another big purrer, his purr is loud and proud and he does it often when around you, especially while cuddling because he feels so safe and content.

•For videos where he doesn't have to show his face he likes having you sitting in his lap with his arms caging you in as he plays. He likes having you close to him while he works and plus a little extra motivation of having your partner in smooching distance for when you beat a hard boss is always nice. He likes having you sit like this for multiplayer games too.

•When cuddling he'll get the random urge to bite you and normally follows through with it by nibbling on your neck as he pins you down either with his body on top of you or arms wrapped around your waist. He attributes it to a form of cuteness aggression and being around you that close sets it off in him.