#horrortale sans x reader

[petiterazu]

y/n zipped up in horror's hoodie with him?

I like the way u think Anon.

#undertale #art #undertale fandom #art style #fanart #multiverse #undertale fanart #horrortale sans #horror sans #horrortale #sans #anon #horrortale sans x reader

[merlinmarvelandother-oneshots]

Sorry, I meant to send an ask yesterday, but I got carried away 😅

So what about ut, us, uf and ht (you can ignore the last one if you want to don't worry) and how they would be with a reader that hides the fact that they're physically hurt.

Maybe they went hiking with the skellie, and they tripped and pretended that it was only a little scratch when days later they see quite a big wound that's infected.

It's a bit gross, so it's okay if you don't do it, don't worry :)

Have a good day/night and be safe

-💀

UnderTale, UnderSwap, UnderFell, and HorrorTale skellies react to a reader hiding that they're injured

you had gotten in a little tussle with a fallen branch walking home. you were completely oblivious, and tripped right over it. it hurt to walk on, and you soon noticed it swelling. it wasn't... sprained, right? nah, of course not! you brushed it off, thinking that it would be just fine in a day or two.

but until then, you might want to put some ice on that.

and so you did. for three days, with no sign of improvement. you tried keeping it a secret, but then your s/o came home while you were putting ice on it, right on the couch beside the door, and...

UnderTale:

Sans:

-he walks into the house, immediately heading for the couch.

-"hey, y/n, i'm ho- you alright? what happened to you?"

-"oh! sans, hi, i didn't expect you home so early!" you wave frantically to draw his eyes away from your ankle.

-"yeah... work was slow, so i came home. whats going on? you're acting weird."

-"pshh, don't be silly, nothing's wrong! absolutely nothing!"

-he sighs.

-"my whole shtick back in the underground was that i can see peoples stats. your HPs lowered, you're acting really awkward about your leg, and you're trying to hide an ice pack from me. i know, i saw it when i walked in. so, im gonna ask you again. whats going on?"

-you sighed. he caught you, he always did.

-"i dont know what's up. I tripped a few days ago and my ankle just started swelling. I'm gonna give it a few more days before I see a doctor, just to see if it heals on its own."

-"alright then," really? that's it? not going to insist you see someone? well, that's great for you! "I'm going to grillby's. wanna come?"

-you nodded your head.

-"cmon, let's take a shortcut."

-he took you to the fucking ER.

Papyrus:

-you look up after hearing the door open and you heard a crash.

-he had gone grocery shopping, apparently, because his bags were sprawled on either side of him on the floor.

-his jaw was only half hinged, that's how bad you scared him.

-as in it dropped. almost fully.

-he suddenly runs to your side (re-hinging his jaw on the way) and kneels by your side.

-"HUMAN, what ever is the matter? is it serious? does it hurt? will it need stitches? should i take you to-"

-"Paps! i'm okay. i think it's just sprained, i'll be alright," you tries to reassure him.

-"SPRAINED? oh, HEAVENS no, i must take you to the doctor right away!"

-you sigh. "Papyrus, it isn't that big of a deal. i'm sure it'll be alright in a few days."

-"absolutely not! what if it's worse than you think? it could kill you!"

-he really thought a sprained ankle could kill you? he may be clueless about human injuries, but at least he cares!

-you don't have too much time to reply before he picks you up, puts you in the car, buckles you up (because heaven forbid something ELSE happen to you, ESPECIALLY under his watch) and brings you to the ER.

UnderFell:

Sans:

-he literally did not notice.

-he grumbles a quiet, "hey," before trotting upstairs into his room.

-it isn't until several days later when the pain has worsened and you cannot walk on it that he asks what the fuck is going on.

-you explained that you had tripped a few days ago, and it got swollen, and you thought that it would just go away, but it's been getting worse and worse since it happened.

-"fuckin' idiot," he groaned. "i'm dating a goddamn moron! alright, get in the car. i'm takin' you to a hospital."

-he's groaning the entire way.

Papyrus:

-as soon as he lays eyes on you, he sighs.

-"what did you do this time?"

-what the hell did he mean, 'this time'? he CANNOT be holding you accountable for that one time you got a concussion! that was HIS fault!

-"hey! you BETTER not be talking about-"

-"about the concussion," he cut you off. "yes, yes, i'm aware, you believe that incident to be my doing. however, i can GUARANTEE that this is not! now, tell me what happened. i expect a full explanation."

-you rolled you eyes and told him, feeling a little pissed off about his crossed arms and tapping foot, although you couldn't fully blame him. the whole situation WAS a little silly, now that you have to say it out loud.

-he scoffed when you finished talking. such a silly thing! why the HELL didn't you immediately see a doctor? swelling is NEVER normal!

-how did he, a skeleton monster who had gone most of his life without so much as seeing a human, know more about human anatomy than a fully grown human adult?

-and how did he, an esteemed member of the royal guard, end up in a relationship with such a fool?

-"get yourself looking decent. we are visiting the hospital to get you proper treatment."

-'looking decent', you looked fi-! no, you didn't, nevermind.

UnderSwap:

Sans:

-"hey, y/n, Alphys let out training early, so i'm back! what are you doing?"

-you scrambled to hide the ice pack and hike your pants back over your ankle. "oh, uh. . . nothing," you said sheepishly in reply, a fake grin appearing on your face.

-"oohhhh, no no no. i know that look. you're hiding something. best be honest now."

-damn him! how DARE he know you so well!

-"i think i did something to my ankle," you muttered.

-"hmm. . . let me see."

-he walked over and inspected your ankle for a few moments.

-"it looks sprained. when did this start?"

-"a few days ago. i tripped and it started swelling."

-he gave your ankle ankther quick look.

-"and why didn't you tell me?"

-"well, i thought it would go away at first. i was going to tell you, if it didn't. i was just going to wait a few days."

-"well, there's no need! i'm taking you to a doctor."

-he helped you stand and let you use him as something like a crutch, so you wouldn't have to put too much weight on your injured foot.

Papyrus:

-you look up to see him standing, eyebrows furrowed (you know what i mean sans does it in the main game) looking at you.

-"anything you want to tell me?"

-"ah, nothing. . . i'm just gonna go to a doctor if this doesn't start getting better."

-you knew the look he was giving you. he wanted to know what happened.

-"i tripped a few days ago and my ankle started swelling. nothing major. it's just a little sore."

-"mmm. i'm sure. you have five minutes, then i'm taking you to a doctor," he said as he laid on the couch beside you.

-"no, Paps, there's really no need-" you were interupted by snoring. but you knew that didn't mean you were off the hook. he would be awake in five minutes EXACTLY, whether you were ready to go or not.

HorrorTale:

Sans:

-he kinda just stands there for a few moments after he sees you with the ice pack.

-ice pack means something's wrong, because he doesn't see food around, but his skull injury makes figuring anything else out difficult.

-ice pack. . . on your ankle. . .

-it doesn't matter what's wrong. he just knows something is. so, he comforts you! in the only way he knows how!

-which is a BONE-CRUSHING hug.

-and because you're sitting, and he's standing over you, leaning down to hug you, it's a very awkward angle. leading to a lot of bones jabbing into uncomfortable places.

-you know you can't really do anything to get him off of you, so you just wait it out.

-"i'm alright, Sans. it isn't anything major. i'm about to go to a doctor!"

-he was going to tell you to anyway. you just got that part out of the way.

-his time in the underground under Undyne's rule made him very paranoid about the health of those he loves, so no matter how big the injury, you MUST see a doctor.

-it's not up for debate.

-he drives you because he doesn't want you to have to put any more strain on your ankle.

-(should he even have a drivers license? questionable...)

Papyrus:

-he has a puzzled look on his face.

-that. . . he suspected that wasn't a good sign.

-"y/n. . . i don't suppose you want to tell me what is going on?"

-"oh," you nervously laughed. "no biggie. just tripped a few days ago, it kinds hurts. if it doesn't feel better tomorrow i'm seeing a doctor."

-"hmm. i shall hold you to that."

-you laughed. you bet he would.

-spoiler alert, he did.

(a/n: sorry if this is totally inaccurate to having a sprained ankle, it just seemed like a good scenario, and i was too in the writing groove ((once i actually started)) to do much research)

#undertale #underfell #underswap #horrortale #undertale au #undertale x reader #underfell x reader #underswap x reader #horrortale x reader #undertale sans x reader #underfell sans x reader #underswap sans x reader #horrortale sans x reader #undertale papyrus x reader #underfell papyrus x reader #underswap papyrus x reader #horrortale papyrus x reader

[sansxreaderbraindump]

Ht! sans: If you want my advice- Ht! papyrus: NO OFFENSE BROTHER BUT YOU'RE THE LAST PERSON I WANT RELATIONSHIP ADVICE FROM! YOU TRIED TO KILL YOUR SIGNIFICANT OTHER. MULTIPLE TIMES. Ht! sans: First off, that was before we started dating. Secondly, they’ve also tried to kill me. Y/n: It’s true. It was mutually attempted murder.

#sans x reader #undertale x reader #sans au x reader #horrortale sans x reader

[ant1quarian]

What if you made a plushie version of the avian boys and gifted it to them as a courting gift after you figured out they were trying to court you? (ft, Sans, Red, Axe, Dust, Killer, Nightmare & Error)

Sans would be super flustered, and super appreciative. He'd keep the plushie in his nest all cozy-like and show you it excitedly whenever you turn up to visit him.

Red secretly loves it. He eyes it with faint amusement and he's really happy that you want to court him as well, but he's not going to be like Sans when it comes to it. You don't think he likes it until you end up in his nest one day and your plushie is sitting there in prime condition.

Axe loves the plush- and loves to get you to smother it in your scent so he can snuggle with it at night. Sometimes he hands it back for a day so that you can snuggle with it while he has his scent on it.

Dust probably stares at his look alike before simply nodding. He definitely likes it, though. Keeps it in his nest in the corner that's the least likely to get wet.

Killer actively shows you how much he loves it, keeping it with him almost always. He likes to pull it out and show you it with a happy grin. It's not necessarily in a very good condition, but it's definitely well-loved.

Nightmare gives you a forehead smooch as thanks. He loves it, and he'll often start staring at it silently with a happy expression on his face. It's common for him to snuggle up with it or sit it in his fluff.

Error absolutely adores it and will make you one in return. 'Cause then at night it's kind of like cuddling each other from afar and he really likes that thought. You'll see him happily grinning whenever he plays around with his plush.

Hehe, plushies. Gotta love 'em

#sans x reader #arian's asks #Amono Strikes Again! #error saas x reader #nightmare sans x reader #killer sans x reader #classic sans x reader #dust sans x reader #underfell sans x reader #horrortale sans x reader #bad sanses x reader #Avians #Aviantale

[magic-hcs]

If your requests are still open, can I ask for some hc's from the guys from HT and HF where the reader praises them and kisses their scars? these poor boys need more love 😭😭♡

These boys so do need more love! Thank you for being patient with me, I enjoyed writing this!

Warnings: light angst, insecurities, low self-esteem, mentions of trauma

Bear: Horrortale Sans

Bean: Horrortale Papyrus

Rust: horrorfell Sans

Thatch: Horrorfell Papyrus

Time to cast some magic and see what we’ll get!✨

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Bear: The purrs are loud with this one as your lips sweetly press against the little cracks and dents in his bones. At least, as long as you stay away from the gaping hole in his skull. It’s way too sensitive for your lips, not to mention, the edges are sharp. Bear would feel so bad if you accidentally cut yourself on it.

Don’t get me started on when you start to throw praises and doting on him with words into the mix, my will be man is a goner plain and simple.

Of course, in the beginning when you start to do this, Bear short-circuits and needs to process what you just did. But he will always accept any affection you want to give him. Only when you move on or leave Bear to his own thoughts do the intrusive little buggers start to plague him with insecurities.

They range from jabs at his conditions, his appearance and past. Trying to pick him apart and disprove all the praises and love you’ve just given him. Ever the stubborn man who struggles with it internally, refusing to burden anyone else with it, tries to push through it and ignore his thoughts. Which has never helped him at all - one would think he finally gets that it's not healthy or helpful behavior after so long of doing it and it backfiring in his face.

Luckily, Bean is observant and perceptive, knowing his dear brother like no other, helpfully nudges him open. (By playing the we-will-always-be-truthful-to-each-other-card…No one ever said that Bean doesn’t play dirty. If it helps his brother in the long run, he’s making use of it). And of course, it helps. Once he opened up to you about it and you two found a way to not trigger his intrusive thoughts - by spreading your praises and scar kissings throughout the day instead of all in one go - Bear will always readily accept any affections you give him.

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Bean: At the start of the relationship - when monsters haven’t surfaced all that long ago - Bean noticed you had gotten way more affectionate towards him than you had been before. Which, of course, isn’t a bad thing; everyone is different and some people just get more touchy and lovey when in a romantic relationship. But it did lightly trigger his skepticism like a knee-jerk reaction.

Back in the underground…well, let’s just say that Bean has a good reason why he looks for meanings behind certain actions and behavior thanks to some who acted nice not out of the goodness of their soul or heart.

It’s not your fault of course, nor could Bean be at fault.

Just something from the past that Bean took with him to the surface.

You don’t have to worry however, he knows you well enough to know that you don’t have any ulterior motive with your affections. So for Bean it will be easy enough to push those reflexive skeptical thoughts aside, or rationalize them.

Once he gets used to it, he’ll return the favor. You want to kiss Bean’s scars? Go right ahead, while you’re doing that, Bean will place skelekisses on your marked skin. Tracing his phalanges sweetly over the dents and lighter or darker lines on your body, while he himself shivers slightly as your lips press against the cracks on his bones. It’s a very sweet and domestic quality time between the two of you. It becomes even better when either one of you had been having a tough day, building each other up with each tender kiss.

Bean cannot quite imagine a life without your sweet, sweet kisses. He treasures them and you deeply.

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Rust: It’s a healing feeling that Rust at first didn’t know what to do with. He stood there, frozen while you kissed his scars. Trying to process what’s going on inside him and what you’re doing. There had been times when Rust stared at you with his sometimes unnerving unblinking gaze before asking “…why?”.

It’s a slow progress of him getting used to it, but it’s so worth it in the end.

Now, Rust knows and been with you long enough to know when you’re about to shower him in praises and kisses. To say he adores those times is an understatement. He wants to completely lean and sag against you as you nuzzle him. Whispering sweet nothings in his non-existent ear while you kiss every crack, scar and dent that litters his face.

But there’s a time that is his favorite when you decide to pamper him like this. And that is when the two of you lie in bed together, either when waking up in the morning, or going to sleep or just cuddling together. With you either snuggled up to his side or lying on his bare chest (yes he has shoved some pillows inside his ribcage to make it more comfortable for you. And yes it feels weird to have those things inside his ribs but anything for you, not that he would say it out loud.)

It feels warm, it feels intimate. The way you look at him in the eyelight, murmuring so sweetly as you stroke your fingers across his scarred ribs and bones. And you do without a motive, you just want to do this. Showing Rust love and care he had never thought he’d wanted, desired, craved or needed. And oh, how he needed and craved it. Your love is like a silky cloth that gets softly pulled across his bones like a gentle wave. It’s a liquid warmth that fills the cracks and mental scars putting him back together like one does a treasured vase with golden glue.

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Thatch: Oh, oh gosh… Thatch doesn’t know what to do with this, honestly. His mind cannot really wrap around it? After all, how could he deserve such love from you that you just want to shower him with praises and kiss the cracks in his face and ribs? How is he supposed to function when you take his prosthetic arm and hand in yours and kiss the fingers and knuckles so tenderly? Never taking your eyes - that are full of so, so much love that he is undeserving of - off his own sockets.

You know of his past, he knows you do, he has told you himself that night full of so many tears and vulnerability. So Thatch can’t really grasp that despite it all, despite you knowing what he did, the monster that he is in every single way possible, you still hold him as if he deserves something. As if he deserves to be loved, that he deserves to be reassured.

You’re breaking him in even tinier little pieces, unraveling him at the seams, slowly but surely, until all that's left of him…and you’re putting him back together with such care and gentle hands and lips with every touch, with every kiss and words of praise.

It’s after a long time that Thatch slowly starts to be able to mentally accept the affections you wish to bestow upon him. And it’s after an even longer time that he manages to push the little voice in the back of his mind that whispers; ‘they don’t truly mean that, they don’t truly love you. It’s just pity,’ away.

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Thank you for participating in this spell, I hope it was to your satisfaction.

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[mega-punani]

we must give horror a hug, because who wouldn't wanna hug that handsome skele?

Awwwwww yeh, Horror my beloved 🥰😚

#undertale #self insert #sans au #sans x y/n #horrortale sans #horrortale sans x reader

[osleeplessflowero]

-🎃Scares and a Sudden Friendship🪓-

yes i am aware it is no longer halloween and it is now december. after this oneshot i will exclusively focus on winter themes, but i just HAD to get this idea out. Horror belongs to Sour Apple Studios. Reader goes by They/Them pronouns as always. 🧡 Warning for swearing! Horror goes by Sans here since this is in a Horrortale Post-Pacifist exclusive timeline.

It's a cold Halloween night.

You and your boyfriend decided to go to a Haunted House for the occasion after you finally managed to pester him enough.

"C'mon, c'mon! Hurry up!" You walk hurriedly along the sidewalk in your shark onesie, spotting the closest Haunted House that's covered in decorations, lights, and signs. Your boyfriend following slowly behind.

"I'm coming, jeez. I don't get why you get so excited over all this. We're grown now. This is kid stuff." He looks bored, stuffing his hands in his pockets. He didn't even dress up for the occasion, just wearing his normal fall clothes to keep warm.

"Hey, Halloween is fun for all ages." You point at him accusingly. "Besides, we can finally have some fun together tonight! You've been so busy doing your own stuff and I've missed you a lot, so this is a perfect chance to-"

"Yeah yeah..let's just get this over with. Maybe if we're lucky we can get some candy little kids dropped." He stomps on some old wrappers. Jeez..such a buzzkill. Oh well, he won't ruin your fun in here! You're sure his mood will turn around once you both get inside.

You both reach the entrance, you practically bouncing with excitement while your boyfriend seems to be distracted by some of the scare actors passing by.

You're both eventually let in after signing a slightly concerning waiver, walking inside. You admire the decorations and care put into the environments, occasionally having little jumps when animatronics pop out at you which just results in laughter afterwards. Your boyfriend on the other hand looks like he'd rather be anywhere but here, rolling his eyes at some of the scares and pulling out his phone at one point.

Truth be told, the last few months haven't been..ideal with him. You've hardly had any time together and when you finally do he just ignores you or seems like he doesn't want to be there. You've started to wonder if he even really wants to be your partner anymore..

You shake your head. Now is not the right place to be thinking about that. You should be having fun!

You greet some of the scare actors, having more fun than fear. You assume this is what happens to most people with Bravery souls. There's a large variety of them, some monsters, some humans. All of them doing a very good job!

You both make your way through an escape room section, you doing most of the work. You finally find the key, unlocking the door.

"Here we gooo, next room, woo!" "Yaaay."

The next room you enter is filled with props like mannequins and hanging objects that are meant to look like ghosts.

You cling to your boyfriend's arm, feeling unsettled as you both progress. He actually seems to tense up this time as well, looking around. It's quiet in the room..you feel a chill go down your spine.

You make your way down a small hallway that leads into the next area, jolting when a tall monster jumps out at you both with a fake hatchet. You jump back, your boyfriend screams, pushes you aside and..runs off. Without you.

You stare in the direction he ran off in, eyes wide in disbelief.

"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?" You put your hands on your head, feeling tears start to prick at the corners of your eyes.

He just..left you.

He ran off without you in a scary unfamiliar location.

He abandoned you.

You try to hold back your tears when a bony hand rests on your shoulder. You look up to see the scare actor lifting up his mask, revealing eyelights with one empty and the other having a bright red circle in it, focusing on you.

"...don't waste your tears over that guy. 's okay." His voice is deep, a comforting sound to hear in a way. It's oddly soft despite his sharp appearance. You try not to look at that large cracked hole in his head. He probably appreciates that.

He raises up the other hand, wiping your tears away.

"I am so breaking up with him." "yikes. that guy's your boyfriend? some partner, leaving your datemate in an unfamiliar place alone." "Not anymore. I'm dumping him." "good call." "..Could you maybe..show me where the exit is? I don't really have the drive to go through here all by myself." You hold your arm shyly.

"i'll do you one better." He holds out his prop hatchet, handing it to you.

You look at it then at him, raising a brow.

"let's go scare the shit out of him."

You grin wide, taking the hatchet from him as he goes to pull his mask back down.

The two of you run out of the room and the moment you spot him you start SPRINTING, the skeleton following close behind.

The moment he finds the exit the two of you burst out laughing, taking a few seconds to compose yourselves.

"So..I'm gonna be removing his number from my phone..any chance I could have yours, stranger?" You point finger guns at him.

He seems surprised for a moment, before simply lifting his mask back up and smiling.

"just call me sans. nice to meet'cha." He gives you his number and you make sure to save it. "You too, Sans. Would you like to..I dunno, go get coffee or something? I'd like to get to know you." "i wouldn't mind. how does tomorrow sound?" "Great."

The two of you smile at each other before Sans' boss tells him to get back to work, and you wave goodbye before sending a text to your boyfriend to tell him you want to talk.

Part 2

#horror sans x reader #sleeplessflower's halloween oneshots #horrortale sans x reader #horror sans #horror!sans

[timbertumbr]

Yoooo so I saw your writing and was like yasssssss. I was wondering if I could request horror sans, Error, Dream and Nightmare (I didn’t see a limit on characters, so if it’s to much I’m sorry 😭) where their s/o is incredibly clumsy and basically casually falls down two flights of stairs and gets up acting fine.

Walking Disaster (Various Sans X Reader)

Fair, I didn’t really make a limit. I would prefer staying in the single digits though lol, I just pick whatever ones I see and have an idea for and go for it. I hope you enjoy!

Horror Sans-

-He's incredibly concerned! 

-He'll start carrying a bag full of medical supplies, cause even though you say you're fine, he's not having it.

"Sans I'm fine-"

"I'll be the judge of that,"

-He can and will start giving you piggy back rides down stairs. Hell, he may even use what little magic he has left and carry you down the stairs.

"Sans please-"

"Hush, I carry you,"

-If you do have a tumble and he examined you, you bet he's going to make you rest and get you EVERYTHING you need.

"Sans I don't need this many blankets-"

"Yes you do, now you're safe in the blanket burrito,"

-You may need to call Papyrus to talk some sense into him if he goes overboard.

Error-

-Let's be real, he'll panic when he sees this the first time. He'd be glitching and everything while frantically looking for injuries.

-When he sees you're fine, he'll be jumpy and have an eye on you the entire day.

-But when it keeps happening and you keep turning up fine, he'll eventually stop caring. He'll even think it's funny sometimes.

"Seriously, how do you do this?"

"Magic?"

"I checked, it's definitely not magic,"

-Somedays, he'll just string you up and place you at the bottom of every step cause he'd rather not have a soul attack. He may be used to it, but the fear of you getting hurt or worse never fades.

-He'll sometimes cocoon you in his strings and keep you in his plane of existence (with your consent, because consent is important), he thinks it's cute and makes sure you're comfortable.

"Need anything?"

"Freedom,"

"Fine, but you're staying within my sight," (He really doesn't want to have a soul attack)

"Kay,"

-Biggest worry wart of the bunch despite acting like he doesn't care. Behind Dream anyway.

Dream-

-CONCERNED.

"OH MY GOD ARE YOU OKAY, DO YOU NEED TO GO TO THE HOSPITAL?!"

"Nah dude, this happens like every other day,"

"WHAT."

-He'll literally start an investigation about your strange phenomenon.

"Does the length of the stairs play a role? What about the railing? Is there a curse on you?"

"What makes you think I know?"

"BECAUSE IT KEEPS HAPPENING!"

"Yeah, doesn't mean I know the quantum physics of it,"

"HOW?!"

-Expect getting checked up every hour or so?

"Hello?"

"Fallen down any stairs yet?"

"No, not yet,"

"Alright good, call me when you do," 

-The most chaotic out of all of them.

Nightmare-

-Literally the most chill out of all of them. You fall down some stairs and he's just looking at you blankly while approaching you.

"Does it hurt?"

"Nope, I never get hurt when this happens,"

"Huh. Neat," 

-May or may not use this to his advantage. Just place Dream at the bottom of a staircase and ask you to walk down it. Chaos ensues. 

"Okay, woop, there I go,"

"What the- ACK!"

"Note to self, test different materials for body armour, see if it affects the "invincible staircase fall" phenomenon," 

"Rude,"

"Maybe not, sorry,"

"It's fine, wanna get nice cream?" 

"Sure."

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[glitching-time-bomb]

Speaking of resting faces due to the scenario with the bad guys and a smiling resting face. What about a sad looking resting face. Just a sad looking face all the time. Because I think that's my resting face because I have been asked whats wrong on multiple occasions. How would the bad guy sans react to that

So, uhm... I'm just going to pretend that this hasn't been sitting in my inbox since February, and that I haven't posted in ages--

But, uh, surprise? I'm back, sort of!

Bad Sanses Reaction to Their S/O Having a Sad Resting Face

Dust:

Dust likely won't notice, at first

He'll mostly just think that, yeah, that's just the way you look. There's nothing weird about that, right?

But after a bit he'll end up questioning if your actually sad ,or if that's just your resting face

He's not the best with emotions, so it may take a bit for him to actually ask you if you're okay

If you explain that you are okay, and that that's just the way your face naturally rests, he's going to accept that and leave you be about it

Axe:

Axe notices pretty much everything about body language, so he's going to be very confused about why your body language says you're happy, but your face says that you're sad

You'll probably be able to notice his confusion, and asking him will spark the conversation of your resting sad face

He fully understands what you mean after you explain, he's used to feeling one way but not expressing that properly on his face

He'll try coming up with more pun than usual once he's had this conversation with you, not just because he wants you to smile, but because he just wants you to be happy

Killer:

Killer is the exact opposite in this matter, so in a way he understands what it feels like

It won't really be much of a big deal to him, it's just... something about you, just like any other trait or quirk you might have

He might joke about you being polar opposites, and he'll occasionally fake a frown if he sees you smiling just to mess with you

If it bothers you at all that he does any of these, just flick him on the skull and he'll get the gist

maybe...

Nightmare:

This is probably going to confuse Nightmare quite a bit

He can sense that you're not upset at all, quite the opposite really, so why are you frowning all the time?

Unlike Dust he's going to ask you straight away, wanting to make sure that nothing is wrong

Once you explain to him that your facial expression doesn't equal how you're feeling, he'll understand and leave you be about it

#mars writes stuff #dust sans x reader #dusttale sans x reader #horror sans x reader #horrortale sans x reader #killer sans x reader #dust x reader #axe x reader #nightmare sans x reader #nightmare x reader #sans x reader #undertale au x reader #undertale aus x reader #undertale imagines #undertale headcanons #x reader #reader insert #sfw #fluff

[imagine-shenanigans]

I'm getting back into the swing of things for writing, so here's some random safe for work headcanons because I've been reading an obscene amount of x reader content (Please go check out Aggre(g/v)ation by llama goddess, and Saving Three Ex-cell-ent skeletons by recklessly caffeinated on ao3 because I got brain worms babey.)

Also since its been awhile since I've written something on this blog, remember that these are stream of consciousness teehee <3

(General tws: references (but not explicitly said) to past consumption of humans, ED/Disordered eating and mental health issues, au-typical violence references, etc)

Word Count: 2.2k words ish

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Horrortale!Sans (Skull) x Reader Misc SFW Headcanons

My favorite thing is when people portray sans in any light as either Just A Little Guy or as Fuckin Huge and Skull is a Big Boy <333 he's easily 7 feet tall, and Built Fucking Different.

Monsters can't like, completely and utterly alter the type of monster they are, so you won't see a Bunny Monster turn into a Moldsmal but its very widely understood that magic reflects the soul reflects the mind reflects the body - so its not really something where monsters experience dysphoria as much? Like if a monster is afab, but realizes they're trans and a guy, it may take awhile to transition - and they may need some help via magic other than their own - but it's really normal in comparison.

Unfortunately, the positive aspects of the whole "mind/soul/body" equation in that you'll eventually look how you want so long as you put the effort into changing every day can also be blocked by trauma and "scarring" to the soul. It's pretty rare in the canon universe, but for Horrortale monsters its damn near exclusive - when you have to do anything you can to survive, adaptation to your environment makes you a hell of a lot scarier in compenstation.

Skull is one such monster where if it weren't for his injury, he'd be a complete 180 from the typical monsters you see. But because of it, it makes it harder to control his magic because he can't think straight. It takes him longer to form sentences, takes him longer to process words sometimes, or even read. He gets light sensitivity really bad, and because his body change wasn't by his choice, but by an unfortunate way of being injured while in a traumatic situation, Skull, no matter how much better he gets, will never fully go back to what he was before.

He's extremely self-conscious about his size and his looks, not to mention his mental capacity. He knows and can think about what he's doing, his mind has never lost that sharpness or intellect. He can strip a machine down to parts and put it back together or put it to other use in minutes, but if you ask him to write it down or explain it he's going to have one hell of a time and he'll probably leave the experience worse than he went into it.

Similarly, if he does want to talk, in one of his rare moods where he's explaining what he's doing out loud to you, he could go on for hours, but suddenly hit a block where the words don't work right.

Be patient with him when this happens. He doesn't like it, and even though it can be frustrating at times, like if you're trying to decide something for dinner or write up a grocery list, he really is doing his best.

Sign language is a good alternative when the words don't want to come out but he's still able to communicate - writing can be one sided, but sometimes thats all he can do too.

When an idea strikes the both of you one day to just draw what he's thinking, Skull could fucking kiss you senseless when you hand him a white board and a dry erase marker. Words may not be making sense in his brain but he can picture what he wants in those moments so this is the perfect compromise between the two for communication.

Skull is his name now, so even though he was once Sans, Skull is what he picked as the reclamation of all that's happened to him. A name that he picked to get him through it day by day but its also a reminder of where he's been and where he'll go. That said... it's also a name he initially picked as a form of self harm to some degree, a mocking reference to his own injury that hindered him.

So while he'll probably never change his name again... he appreciates it when you call him pet names. It's a reminder that you love him enough to do so, while also giving himself a break from the constant reminder. He particularly loves when you call him your "Big old teddy bear" because... god he does not feel like it sometimes.

Get it its a reference to some of the fandom calling him Bear and I love that name for him a lot too

Due to the past, he has some Big Issues With Food, constantly bouncing back and forth between feast and famine.

He has some issues with meat at times - on bad days certain textures and tastes just remind him of the bad times in his life where survival was such a tightrope walk that just imagining eating it makes him sick.

A very "safe food" house, where the two of you stock up on your safe foods and have a cupboard dedicated to it for days you can't stand anything else.

Some days, Skull is content for the two of you to eat at the kitchen table or to watch TV in the living room while you two eat from separate bowls/plates, and he can eat fairly freely, not particularly caring who eats how much or in what order.

Others... other days he anxiously watches to make sure you've had a serving before he gets his, or, more likely, he brings the full pan/a single platter to the table, and the two of you share the same food, taking bites in turn so he can make sure you're getting enough to eat.

King of cooking. It makes him feel better to have full say of what goes into the meals, and honestly the man is an excellent cook. If you insist on helping him cook, it's a 50/50 on whether he gives you this smug little smile and sets you up on the counter top so he can look at you while he cooks, or if he actually lets you help.

He feels out of control if he can't cook, so even on special occasions he's still going to be cooking himself, unless you feel the Urge To Cook or you two order out.

Even then, please just go over with him what you did step by step and tell him what fully went in it - he trusts you implicitly and he's unlikely to outright ask... but it always helps ease his mind when you walk him through what you did just so he can feel less guilty.

Cuddler.

Big fucking cuddler.

Sitting on the couch alone? Not for long. Skull appears? Bam. you're in his lap, his claws smoothing across your skin and through your hair, purring up a storm as he settles his chin on the top of your head and closes his eyes.

If you're watching TV, he's only ever going to pay half attention if he's got you in his lap, half-snoozing in a very light doze as he basks in your presence, and half listening for danger/to the TV depending on the day.

He ADORES when you read to him. He loves it when you talk, and when he gets to listen to storytime while you talk? Best. Day. Ever.

Loves how small you are in comparison to him - something he never thought he'd be comfortable with at first, just based on the idea alone, but in practice he loves being completely wrapped around you and making sure you're safe. You're his personal teddy bear, no matter how many times you call him that yourself.

Jetpacking/Him being the little spoon is... unlikely. He's got some damn broad shoulders and chest, and he's not super happy with the idea of your limbs inside of him no matter if its on purpose or not.

If you want to hold him, he's definitely okay with that (although he does prefer to hold you) as long as you're touching him. You'll just have to let him set his head in your lap, or rest against your chest as he snuggles you chest to... well not chest, so more chest-to-skull and chest-to-legs with how he holds you. He's very beefy and has presence but he's about half the weight most people expect, despite the fact that it should be obvious because he's a skeleton.

He lets out the most broken whimper-whine-purr when you gently kiss the cracks on his skull, close to the gaping wound there. Don't actually touch inside or press too close to the wound itself, because that's genuinely very uncomfortable in the way it would be if he were human and had a missing eye and you touched the inside of the socket to see what it felt like. Just overall a bad experience so Don't Do That No Matter What The Intrusive Thoughts Say, although he'd let you do it in a heartbeat if you asked him

Absolutely whipped. Skull will do anything and everything you say if you just look at him just like that - just like he's your everything, like you love him without bounds and without exception. Puppy eyes also work.

He's a goddamn simp is what he is,

You'll just be minding your own business and you'll look over and catch him staring at you like you've hung the moon and the stars just to provide him with a small amount of your light during the nighttime. He looks at you with such adoration that it hurts.

Sometimes it looks a little freaky like, before you've come to automatically understand his expressions but goddamnit its so hard not to fall in love with him even just by a little more when he loves you so fucking much.

Kissies? Kissies for Skull? Please?

man FIENDS for kissies.

Once he's more comfortable giving affection unprompted you can barely keep his fucking hands off of you. He goes from "I Can And Will Nuzzle You And Pull You Into My Lap But That's It" to "No Kissies? No Snuggles? No Love For Skull? Oh! Jail! Jail For Datemate! Jail For Datemate For One Thousand Years!"

He straight up just hangs off of your clothing while staring at you until you give him a kiss or a hug. He'll come up to you and just bury his face into your neck while purring, or nuzzle your hair, but then moments later pout at you while wrapping his arms around your middle and burying his face into your stomach until you give up whatever youre doing and pay attention to him.

He doesn't do it often But By God Does He Get His Way When He Does.

He's also the type to just like, spend the entire day giving you small pecks on the lips and cheeks and forehead, and then snuggle you at night, and then the next day he'll be way less clingy. You take it in stride and then he just out of the blue dips you in the fucking moonlight and kisses you senseless.

The bastard.

Circling back to pet names, he thinks the nickname Teddybear/Bear is cute and he likes it, but call him My Love/Love/Dear Heart/something else dripping with affection and he's cupping your face in his hands and staring at you adoringly while he rubs your cheek with his claw.

Surprise him with new ones and he'll turn positively blue in the face while smiling like a fool

Surprise him with silly ones and he'll be even more in love while laughing. call him your little chicken nugget and he cant stop smiling and chuckling for a few hours. God. He'll dream of kissing you under the moonlight if you make a pun out of it.

(Brief aside here so I can avoid the text character limit "per block" but I prefer doing bullet point lists for these so anyway continue on)

Pet names always depend on the person, so whatever his one for you depends on you as a person (thats the easy way out for me) but he prefers just one pet name. (Aside from like. Babe being thrown in sometimes yknow)

He'll start with one pet name and see how you react to it - he prefers cute ones like Kitten, Bunny, Lovebird, etc. Something small and cute and adorable - though he changes it up depending on what you respond best to, because while the majority of the reason he calls you a pet name is out of affection, he still calls you pet names to see you get flustered.

On days he's feeling better, he gets more sassy he's gonna include more puns. Or teasing. Example - if he calls you lovebird, or some sort of bird-based nickname? Fuckin. He's calling you pigeon to see how you react.

Bunny? Hare-brain

Kitten? Fuzzball

If its an animal/bird/etc that he calls you in terms of nicknames, he might even refer to you as the scientific name of the animal, or a breed in that category because he thinks its funny to watch you fully stop in your tracks and process what he's just said.

Picks you up at any given opportunity.

Puddle? Oh dear, he should make sure your shoes don't get wet. Better princess carry you.

About to miss an appointment? Thrown over a shoulder.

Just feels like it? Get Scooped Idiot. Okay i have Way More Thoughts but I'm already at 2k because I have no impulse control so byeeeee come request more xreader stuff from me

#sans undertale #undertale #sans horrortale #horrortale #undertale au #sans x reader #horrortale sans x reader #strawberry writing #strawberry headcanons #i also Have Big Big Plans i cant share with a series of fics #but i'm still writing those and i know myself #if i actively talk about them i may not write them #so once the first one is done i'll update it #but yeah anyway sans renaissance time thank you for feeding me fandom this is what i give back

[petiterazu]

Was thinking about Horrortale sans so I decided to draw a lil sm sm-

Sorry I’ve been so inactive:< my undertale comic is currently on hold qwq

But I am taking requests in my Asks box! But only for undertake requests > 3<

#undertale #art #undertale fandom #art style #fanart #multiverse #sans #horrortale sans x reader #horrortale #horror sans #horrortale sans

[merlinmarvelandother-oneshots]

Hello, good morning/afternoon/night.

(this was written with a translator, in case there are spelling errors)

First of all I want to tell you that I adore everything you write and the way you do it.

And second, could I place an order?

I'm still learning how to use Tumblr, so I don't know how to do several things and I don't know if I'm writing this where I should.

I hope it doesn't bother you ir make you feel Uncomfortable!!

Lately I have had some situations in which a...family member...in an indirect and at the same time direct way has told me that I am...overweight/fat...and that has made me feel bad, so only if you want, could you make some headcanon about how Undertale, Underswap, Underfell and Horrortale would react to me believing that.

(I mean, they would deny it and say nice things or they would laugh and make fun of me for it and highlight having a double chin and a belly and stuff like that...)

But of course, if you don't want, of course it's not necessary or if it seems like there are too many characters, you can remove them or if you want ignore this and I'll understand.

Thank you for taking the time to read this!

anon, i’m so sorry this happened to you <3 it’s unfair and nobody should have to go through that.

readers gender isn’t specified, but i use “beautiful” and “gorgeous”

Undertale, Underfell, underswap, and horrortale skelebros reacting to a reader who has been fat-shamed

Undertale:

Sans:

-his brow bones would furrow

-“wait a minute, who said that?”

-he’d nod when you tell him

-“listen, they’re wrong. you’re beautiful as you are. now, i don’t want you starting any diets or anything if they would just make you unhappy, because i’ve heard plenty of stories about them being terrible. your family members just plain wrong. ‘kay?”

-he’d hug you if you were still upset

-from then on, he would tell you how gorgeous you were more often

papyrus:

-he would be even more upset than you were, honestly

-someone would DARE say such nasty things about HIS s/o / friend??

-he would storm to their house, knock on the door, and that man WOULD. NOT. BUDGE. until your family member listened to him.

-he would be harsh but obviously be nice about it

underfell:

Sans:

-why do you give a fuck???

-he’s honestly so confused

-like, his brother told him the same thing (which also confused him, seeing as he is a SKELETON) and he just?? didn’t care??

-he tells you to stop giving a fuck

-that’s it

-“why do you give a shit about what they say? their opinions are ass. you look great”

papyrus:

-he doesn’t look up from his book when you say that

-“mm. you could stand to lose a few pounds, i guess”

-(you don’t think he quite realized how hurtful that is)

-if you tell him he’d ask why

-he thinks he’s genuinely looking out for your best interests.

underswap:

sans:

-“they told you WHAT!?”

-he would be FUMING with anger

-but, he would calm himself down enough to reassure you

-he would tell you that you look amazing, and you shouldn’t start a diet that you wouldn’t enjoy just to conform to their standards of beautiful or healthy.

-he would talk to the family member afterwards, angrier than he would normally like to be when resolving a conflict

-you never hear those words from your family member again, trust me

papyrus:

-“fuck ‘em”

-you appear slightly offended that he would say something like that about your family member, so he elaborates

-“they want to police you on how traditionally beautiful or healthy you are. you were happy before that, but now their words have upset you, for something that didn’t need said in the first place. so, fuck ‘em. that’s an asshole move”

-he would not argue this with you

horrortale:

Sans:

-hes so fucking confused

-where he’s from, food is a scarcity, and your family’s bitching about “too much?”

-he contacts your family member, whether that be finding their address from your address book or by finding their phone number on your phone, and gives him a piece of his mind.

-he would rant for HOURS if he could, or if he could keep his train of thought for that long, about how lucky they are for having food in the first place.

-afterwards he would encourage you about how beautiful you are, and how wrong your family member is

papyrus:

-he would look at you with concern

-overweight?

-he won’t pretend to be an expert on human weight, but even if you are “overweight,” that’s a good thing! it means you have access to food!

-that’s SO special to him.

-he would tell you that no matter what your family member thought, you were BEAUTIFUL

-he would be happy to talk to your family member if you wanted him to

#undertale #undertale au #undertale multiverse #utmv #sans x reader #papyrus x reader #underfell papyrus x reader #underfell sans x reader #underswap sans x reader #underswap papyrus x reader #horrortale sans x reader #horrortale papyrus x reader

[aylish91]

How would axe handle a territorial bitty reader?

I am assuming you mean Axe from SOH as opposed to Axe from "a bitty fic?" ? If not, I would be more than willing to answer this question again. haha!

Anyway, Axe from SOH:

A bitty reader? A palm-sized wonder? Well, look at that precious little snack. How  c u t e.

Axe would find it overwhelmingly adorable how such a small little bean could be like that. He himself is highly a bit territorial, but this is just cute. They could help each other keep an eye on things, hide things, keep others out of their business… It’s endearing to have someone like-minded. He also finds it convenient how easy it is to keep them away from the others in the beginning.

He doesn’t like to share all that much, after all, his Paps being the only exception. A territorial bitty reader would most likely feel the same.

It’s nice having more time with them. He doesn’t even have to be all that discrete with it. Why sneak off to his room when he can keep them tucked away in his shirt? He would absolutely hide them in a pocket or a pouch hung around his neck and tucked securely down the hollow of his ribcage.

Axe would also be more willing to commentate the goings on around them this way, opening more opportunities for casual conversation. It would help them bond a lot faster beyond savior and rescuee. In a way, Axe would become more relaxed and less snappy around others to keep his little treat safe. (don’t want to get into an altercation where reader could get dislodged or smashed…) It also makes him a lot more dangerous should someone else get ahold of reader.

However, Axe wouldn’t be as balanced emotionally with a bitty reader. Like a double-edged sword, he would be calmer with them but more volatile should something go wrong. The stakes would be bigger in this scenario. There would be a more likely outcome for others getting truly hurt.

In short: Axe will be calmer to be around, reader would stay hidden a lot longer, and more mysterious shenanigans would happen around the ship. Don’t tick Axe off. He will be far less likely to hold back…

#my writing #ask #anonymous #sea of hope #Axe #reader bitty #horrortale sans x reader #horrortale sans #horrotale #sans #undertale #x reader #heaven forbid someone touches little snack #doggo was terrified before... #don't touch readers trinkets #they'll sick big Axe man on you #can anyone say bipolar?

[ant1quarian]

Question, How do you tell you're being courted by an Avian, and if so can you do the Bad sans, Classic and Red trying to Court YN?

How could you tell? They're actively around you and also protecting you- even outside of their territory.

They'll be following you around like it's normal, posing as one of the various monsters in society if they really have to- but always, always avoiding eye-contact with almost everyone else.

Classic is a lot more casual with how he hangs around. He's still got that likeable persona that he can put up if he needs to. He'll stroll up to your workplace and pop in to say hello if he misses you, but otherwise he's probably hanging around on top of buildings in order to escape any ignorant humans or monsters that might attempt to touch him. Avians aren't well known, and there are a couple of monsters with wings that he could pass as.

Red is also very charming, and will actively hang around. But be careful about hanging around other people that may show romantic interest in you- he can get somewhat jealous. Other than that he, like Classic, will somewhat manage to pass as a winged monster.

Nightmare is very devoted as a lover, but he will only be able to visit you within the night time as he is busy throughout the day as a Pastor to his flock. He will often wrap you up in his wings when he hugs you.

Dust is very attentive- always following, always around. Silent and very much the omen of death his legends tell of- but yours. Always yours. There. Intimidating. A threat glimmering in his mismatched eyelights, always softening whenever his gaze lands on you. You'd have to be an utter fool to not know how much he cares for you.

Killer is even more of a little shit, but in a warm, affectionate way. He doesn't like to explicitly tell you he loves you- but he does. He likes to follow you around a lot, sort of like a cat wanting food. He also likes to intimidate other people by simply being there. He's about as jealous as he is territorial.

Axe is... like a lost puppy, in some aspects. He loves to just follow you and hang around. It's also super common for him to just start doing random crap for you- including fixing things and uncharacteristically cleaning things up.

Cross can and will be your personal bodyguard and also the most devoted silly guy you'll ever know. He's very, very sweet but also very protective, which often leads to him hovering around you and glaring down anyone who tries to get a bit too close to you in his opinion.

Thank you for the ask! :D

#Arian's Asks #Arian's Avians #Aviantale #Cross Sans x Reader #Horrortale Sans x Reader #Killer Sans x Reader #Dust Sans x Reader #Nightmare Sans x Reader #Sans x Reader #Underfell Sans x Reader

[lavvys-headcanons]

So I was wondering what you would think of the Skelebois with a Male S/O (or gn if you want) who's just generally really energetic and kind random. Think like a golden retriever bf but like, on crack (def mixes coffee and redbull just for shits and giggles). They can chill out for a bit from time to time but most of the time it's more of a “yes I turned an old couch into a very impractical motorboat. What of it?” Kinda vibe. (Undertale, Swapfell indigo, maybe horrortale and dealers choice for whoever)

-chocolate fo you 🍫🍫🍫🍫

AU Bros With A Chaotic S/O

Undertale-

Sans: He's so chill with it honestly. Like, he'd take your little gremlin concoction of multiple energy drinks and chug them with you and you both can die together in bed with an insane migraine. Don't get me wrong tho, he still won't get off his ass, so maybe just carry him if you wanna take him on adventures. Like he'd love to go on a date to the Hotlands and mess with Undyne with you, maybe just backpack him tho.

Papyrus: He's gonna try and parent you, snatching away your stuffs he thinks is, "dangerous", (Which is, but we won't admit it.) Look on the bright side, he can actually match your energy! Minus the chaotic-ness, you guys are a perfect pair of being golden retriever partners!

Swapfell-

Nox: The brat isn't gonna wanna run around, so he'd definitely get you one of those backpack leashes and make you wear it when you two go out. (It comes back to hit him when you just drag him along.) He probably won't indulge in the energy drinks, but he will in coffee tbh. If you time it right with his coffee, he'll be hyped enough to go around the house and mess with the other skele-boys.

Rus: On occasion, he'll jump up like a cat when you surprise him, but he'll never admit it. Lets you get your energy out of your system before he decides, "That's enough, cmere you devil", and yoinks you from your lil schemes. He'd hide you in his pocket if he could, but he'd probably squish you if we're being honest.

Horrortale-

Ash: Nervous at first when he met you, but warmed up quick when you guys got closer and got together. He's a bit too nervous to go on energy high induced adventures with you, so maybe just settle for a hike or walking around together for now?

Poplar: He wants to make you happy, but he needs you safe. His favorite methods of doing this, is either holding your hand when going out, or, alternatively, yanking you back with the hems of your clothes (lovingly). He indulges in silliness, and once you somehow convinced him to boil his pasta in energy drinks. Didn't taste good, but he ate it to make you happy.

This was a fun one to break my hiatus with tbh! I stuck with it gn, hope you don't mind, and have a lovely day!

#sans x reader #papyrus x reader #undertale x reader #swapfell sans x reader #swapfell papyrus x reader #horrortale papyrus x reader #horrortale sans x reader

[voidchillz]

Ground Together

(Horrortale SansXBarista MC)

I’m realising I haven’t actually shown any of my new and improved writing, so here’s a silly little barista concept I thought up :)

(more below the line)

***

…He’d been staring for a while now. Not at you. Thank the gods he hadn’t been looking at you. He’d been looking at the menu, and you wouldn’t really have minded. It was a relatively quiet day today which meant you could mind your own business in the break room, avoiding eye contact on your phone of course, while near enough to the counter so that when he decided to take his order you’d be ready for it and not get in trouble. Foolproof plan with minimal interaction. Only the longer he stared, the more you began to realise it was a quiet day because every time someone tried to come in, they spotted him through the window and not-so-discreetly bolted for it. He was staring at the chalkboard with such a haunting heavy glare that if you had been the unfortunate victim of it, you probably would’ve high-tailed it like the other possible customers. For the first ten minutes you just figured that this was his first time ordering from a complicated cafe. Completely understandable reaction, it could be quite overwhelming, it took you nearly three months to get used to it. In a moment of weakness after another twenty minutes, you resorted to the internet to ask if Monsters had many coffee shops in the Underground. You knew it was probably a stupid question but you hated to think this poor guy was dealing with indecision paralysis all by himself. Maybe you could offer some help if he really was confused, though you did wonder if your nerves would even allow it. The whole time, the only movement you had seen from this guy was the slightest shuffle from when he had sat down at a table in the back and the slight flicker of his glare scanning the board of today’s offers. You’d heard the bell ring so you went out to get ready for his order, but it had been a bit of a shock to see someone of his stature cross the room so quickly and quietly.

He was huge. Like, wild bear huge. Wide and tall enough to look out of place in such a quaint cafe, and with thick sturdy bones that dwarfed anyone on the planet. You could tell because they were visible. Not injury-visible, as in no-skin-visible. He was a skeleton Monster. Sockets and all. One of which had a vividly deep crimson orb of light inside, roughly the size of a goofball with a pinprick of black inside imitating something of a pupil. He had held the same position for nearly a half hour now. Obviously strong hands that you would’ve liked to take a closer look at locked firmly together, elbows resting on the table to hold his skull up, his broad shoulders set and still, and his huge body slightly hunched over the wood. You really didn’t want to make him feel any more uncomfortable than he probably did, you wouldn’t be having a good time either if you were stared at like an exhibit while puzzling over a giant complicated menu. He was intimidating, that was for definite, but oddly fascinating… You chewed the inner flesh of your cheek as punishment for being so damn curious. It was rude to stare, you just really couldn’t help it. You’d seen plenty of different kinds of Monsters. Cyclopes, Dogs, Fairies, Ghosts. You name it, there was probably a Monster variation like it. A skeleton Monster though… From the few glances you allowed yourself, he seemed to have the same basic features of a Human skeleton, only multiplied by five, with subtly sharper shapes, and a lot more fused plates of bone to make up for muscle and cartilage. This man was the visual definition of big-boned. But it wasn’t right to stare, you had to be empathetic with what was done to Monsters… Humans had trapped them Underground for over a century, and getting stared at by some rude barista after only a few months of finally earning freedom would not be an excellent afternoon. So with a self-inflicted pinch to your hand, you forced your eyes back to the phone you were meant to be avoiding eye contact with, tapping its darkened screen back to life and scolding yourself as you idly stared at the unhelpful Google page.

And you would’ve stewed in embarrassment and shame a little longer, only for the scrape of a chair sliding along the floor to nearly make you fall out of yours. You half sprinted back to your post, standing straight up and steadying yourself on the marble counter, trying to remember the catchphrase you were paid twelve bucks an hour to memorise. But you seemed to forget your name entirely as you finally found yourself less than two feet away from the skeleton.

You thought he was just tall, oh no. Mountainous was more the word. You had to grit your teeth to stop your jaw from dropping. His clothes seemed to match his built-like-a-brick-wall exterior, thick and heavy. A grey wool beanie on his skull, a slightly tattered looking hoodie in a distinct ashy blue colour with clear patches of repair and sewed up tears, and a much fresher looking sweater beneath it. You tried not to point out to yourself that, at his height, you could even see the sweatpants he was wearing behind the counter. But with a trembling little intake of breath, words began to form.

“H-…hello… sir…”

…That was weak. You pursed your lips into a little apologetic smile, hoping he wouldn’t be too upset at your shakiness. General fear of Monsters wasn’t at all necessary. Of course, there was diversity in temperaments and social habits, but Humans are just as different. You’d seen the occasional posturing Sea Horse or grumpy Ghost, but those were individuals, just like Humans. So you treated every encounter with an open-mind and a respectful attitude. But you weren’t exactly used to… this. You’d seen giant buff wolves on two legs and with teeth the size of knives that looked like sweet little puppies in comparison this guy. It was that blood red stare that sent chills down your spine. There were sentient mini volcanoes you’d met that were more expressive than him.

That fierce crimson eye watched you for at least a minute. He didn’t say anything. Just stared you down with a blank iron stiff expression.

“…hi.”

The slight fear of being beneath that glare melted as quick as snow under sun… his voice was really nice… You definitely hadn’t expected that. It was deep and baritone with a raspy edge to it. You didn’t know what you expected, but it sounded a lot gentler than you thought it would. Something between a growl and a purr that was very pleasant on the ears. It made you a little disappointed that he seemed to be the quiet type. He didn’t appear to be glaring anymore, his sockets were a little wider now, more alert and less jittery. So with a little more confidence, you quietly cleared your throat and spoke up with what you hoped looked like a more genuine smile.

“What can I get you today?”

…

Okay…

No answer.

That’s fine, he’s just thinking a little more. Usually when customers had that momentary pause and standard thoughtful hum, they checked the board again to remind themselves of their order. He just stared at you. It wasn’t as terrifying as the glare he had used before. It was more of a thousand-yard gaze. You were plenty familiar with spacing out during your break times, but you didn’t tend to really look at anything when you did. Just letting your eyes go blurry and blinking a minute and a half later with the slightly stingy wateriness that made you focus again. He on the other hand, was looking directly at you. That softly glowing orb of red light watched you in dead silence, and as still as it was, you could’ve sworn it had gotten a little bigger. Probably just because he was closer now.

Your own heartbeat was louder than him. Was he breathing? Did he even need to breathe? Your slight concern and curiosity must’ve slipped through, because you got to see the most movement out of him yet when the light flickered with what you recognised as him slipping back into his own head, his skull tilting the slightest bit up to look at the chalkboard again. You mused to yourself that it’d be great if he worked here. At his height, he could easily reach the board and change it without you having to get a ladder out. But out of understanding politeness, you didn’t bother him with another question and just let him reassess.

You watched the subtle way that two thick bone ridges above his sockets knitted together like eyebrows, it was interesting to see what parts applied to certain features a regular Human skeleton wouldn’t have. Your eyes were drawn to his teeth as an example, he didn’t have lips of course, but something like it. His chin hung ever so slightly loose, sharp thin teeth with plates of bones that melded into the rest of his skull seamlessly, covering where gums should’ve been. The joint where his squared jaw should’ve rounded off completely disappeared, making it look like smooth cheeks. Were they squishy like flesh or hard like the rest of his skull? His nasal bone was much more pronounced than a Human’s would be as well, so it looked slightly more like a nose than just a hole.

The faintest little sound of scraping bone grabbed your attention, making you glance down at his hand to see him gently flexing his index and middle fingers against his thumb. They slowly curled in and out of his hand in a steady motion, the small joints of bone between his distal and centre phalanx straining against the inner side of his thumb’s distal. You glanced back up at his face, spotting the way the orb of red light flickered and sparked ever so slightly. He didn’t need facial features to look distressed.

“Do you need any help…?”

You trod very carefully, making sure your voice was gentle and calm but steering away from condescending. The eyelight flicked down to you again without his skull moving. With years of practice, you managed to steel yourself and offer a helpful little smile.

He stared for a long while, and you wondered if he was surprised or simply sizing you up.

…

With the slightest movement of his skull, he nodded, triggering an internal deep sigh of relief as you got your barista knowledge ready.

Over then next minutes you explained what the sizes, variations, and overall flavours of the drinks were. The whole time he kept every ounce of his attention on you, it felt kind of refreshing… Whenever you went through this spiel, the poor soul you were trying to convey this information to was lost within the first few minutes. He was absorbed in every word, making no visual or vocal sign that he was taking any of it in other than the intense way he studied you in silence.

You couldn’t stop smiling… in a dumb sorta circumstantial way, he was the first person that had paid this much attention to you.

***

This was… confusing… really confusing…

Skull had tried to make sense of it while he was in his seat, but all he could think about was the people staring at him outside, the way you kept looking over at him when you thought he didn’t notice, the fact he was taking so long in the first place. It was eventually waiter’s guilt that made him get up, that and you were really distracting him. Just pick something random and leave. He really just wanted to get a drink and go home, he hadn’t expected to stay so long. But seriously, why did Humans need so many options for how they boil beans? He came in here because it looked quiet enough to soothe the headache that the outside crowds had induced on him, but it had only gotten worse. Scanning the board for something easy to say didn’t really help. Pronouncing half of them looked even more difficult than understanding the rest. If Crooks wanted to come back here, Skull really didn’t want to be remembered as the freak that sat in a coffee shop for half an hour and left without buying anything. He doubted any Human would be ballsy enough to actively try and piss him off, but he didn’t want spit in his next coffee. It would be all around unpleasant to deal with that, for a number of reasons.

He hadn’t even reached the counter when you had skidded into view, it was a bit of a shock, enough to make his bones lock up. But as soon as he saw that slightly frizzed hair and wide eyes…

And those lips…

The memory of any word on the board might as well have dusted in his head.

So… tiny…

He hadn’t really registered anything today beyond where he was going and what he was doing. It made it easier to think quickly that way. But now he got to see you properly…

His mind went blank.

He didn’t know Humans could look like that… he just didn’t know what it was about you that made him stop so abruptly.

“H-…hello… sir…”

Oh dear gods. Who allowed such a little creature to have such a sweet voice? You looked so fragile… Skull kept himself firmly planted in his spot, grinding his teeth shut to force the broad smile that tried to pull his neutrality out of order down. It was nearly laughable that you called him ‘sir’, so tense at the sight of him. He was mildly impressed you hadn’t been more frightened actually, most Humans were. That was, until you smiled. That pretty little way those smooth warm lips curled made something in his marrow shiver. And for once, he didn’t need to think hard just to speak.

“…hi.”

He had to thank his own face for not reacting so obviously when your eyes sparkled like that… He did feel it though. The fluttery hot flush that thrummed in his ribcage, threatening to crawl up his spine to his cheekbones. The way you brightened made him oddly proud of himself. And he didn’t know why that was either.

“What can I get you today?”

Oh… that was nice… you sounded a little stronger this time. Happier. It soothed his head just that little bit more. He did wonder if you were only putting on a professional face. On the few occasions he had gone out by himself, plenty of Humans had been their usual frightened selves. Shaky and about half a quick shock away from scampering off like rats. Skull never liked going out because of it… too loud, too bright, too crowded. He’d endured all manner of nasty glares and scoffs that made his thoughts darken. People wanted him to stay out of their cities, and he just wanted to stay in the woods. Skull didn’t actively dislike being outside, but there were usually so many factors and deterrents that he associated with it that made him avoid it. Safety wasn’t a concern. He hadn’t met a single Human that could land a good blow on him or his brother. But that didn’t mean he hadn’t always kept his senses sharp whenever they went out. By now, his spacial awareness was as useful as it was overwhelming. It was Crooks he was doing this all for, exploring as much as possible, experimenting and admiring the sights. There were a few rare occasions he’d enjoyed himself. Big parks full of friendly birds and strong trees were his favourite, people were much more spread out there, keeping to themselves and staying moderately quiet. Buildings like these may not have expected big customers like him, but he sometimes preferred it. Big spaces with lots of people overwhelmed him, big spaces with less people made him anxious, and he avoided small crowded places all together. But small spots with less people meant he could focus easier, it meant he could keep part of his focus on everything around him, or at least he had hoped it would.

He felt those eyes watch him attentively and respectfully, that warm smile making his shoulders unlock and his jaw feel loose. It wasn’t until he saw you blink and momentarily cut him off from those eyes that pulled him back to the coffee shop. What had you asked him? Right. Coffee. Pick a coffee. Did it have to be a coffee? Some of the pastries in the glass case next to the counter looked nice… Was hot chocolate up there? Skull couldn’t say he really liked cocoa, or at least what he remembered it tasted like, but it was familiar and simple. Unfortunately, the longer he searched the board, the dizzier he felt. It was only slightly better now that the words were closer, but not much…

“Do you need any help…?”

Yes. Please. Gods, this was embarrassing. The first Human he didn’t hate on sight and he was barely talking. He wanted to thank you for your patience and respect, it wasn’t something he often received from the cocky arrogant pricks he dealt with on a regular basis. He wanted to learn more about you and why you made him feel so knotted up but… but in a good way. He wanted to get closer… feel your heart beating or pounding or fluttering, look into every fragmented detail of your eyes and memorise them, run his claw over your skin and watch the blood rush beneath that thin veil of flesh…

That…

That was probably weird.

He needed to stop thinking about that. Because anymore time on the subject and his feet would feel considerably less than safely rooted behind the tiny countertop that kept him from stepping forward. With a harsh kick to his subconscious, he figured he needed to order quicker. Get it out of the way and then see if talking to you was even possible for him. After his internal struggle, Skull nodded.

…

You’ve been talking about coffee for nearly ten minutes. Skull didn’t understand a word of it, but you spoke so fluidly and pleasantly, he didn’t dare disturb your flow and ask questions, even if he could. You’d mentioned at least a dozen toppings and a dozen more syrups with different combination suggestions. You’d even offered different sugar types, which only served more confusion. Brown? Caster? Soft? Granulated? What was the difference?! They were all sugar! They were all going to be melted in the hot water! Unless of course he wanted ‘iced’ or ‘chilled’ which spiralled into an entirely new conversation. Lattes, tea greens, and bobas, oh my. And those were just a few options. There were frappes and smoothies and milkshakes and…

Skull had to repeatedly stop himself from just lifting his hand up to manually cover your mouth and shut you up. He loved to hear your smooth sweet voice but if it was physically possible, he was about to go cross-eyed. To prevent his rudeness he focused on your smile… how pleased and warm you sounded, the way your lips curved as you spoke, the little wrinkle in the corners of your eyes as you smiled so genuinely…

. . .

…Genuine…

That’s what it was.

Every other Human he’d met had been putting up an act. Pretending not to stare, thick passive aggression, sickly sweet smiles over bitter souls. You were genuine. Yes you stared, but to the man she was talking to, not his dead socket or sharp teeth. Every step of the way, you remained honest and patient, understanding his unsaid issues and stresses without even having to pry or ask. And there was not a molecule about that smile that didn’t reflect the warm shine of the essence of your being.

…That’s what he loved about you…

***

Perhaps I could write more on this if ya’ll want it? Maybe a little rivalry between some other silly skeletons that visit their favourite cute barista? 👀

Who knows.

Hope you enjoyed ;D

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