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Nightmare Sans

Oh sinful child, wash off your bones but never forget that blood is thicker than water. Nightmare, was it all really worth it?

Headcanons below. Warning though, I changed some stuff up for the og story to fit how I like it teehee

- Official height changes, but he can be from 5'7 to 6'6(Jesus 💀)

- He/They

- Nihilist, he despises Fate and the Creators

- The embodiment and King of Negativity/A God if you will

- His castle was created when he was corrupted, and later on decided to make it himself

- Naturally cold to the touch, he's not easily affected by temperature

- Has synesthesia, he can see and smell others emotions/aura

- He likes sea animals, they're odd and yet so pretty and mysterious

- Has khopesh blades for weapons because they're twin blades

- He dreams of other versions of him, but he can never find them and often he is haunted by them

- An angry crier, hyperventilates and gets frustrated. Tries to be quiet, but sometimes ends up being loud anyways

- Pessimistic, cynical, observant, responsible, sarcastic, serious, assertive, untrusting, cunning, ruthless, manipulative, reserved, blunt, bitter, intelligent, patient, authoritative, cocky, and stubborn

- He is outright nasty to others, the type to jab at others when possible

- He grows more exhausted overtime once his resentment and bitter anger starts to fade over time

- he is more emotionally driven when his brother is involved in fights that he gets involved in, while more logical otherwise since Dream is the only one to get him like that

- He knows he's fucked up and deep down wants to repent for the wrongs that he has done towards the multiverse. And yet, he has his duties to fulfill

- He fears being vulnerable and doesn't get close to others as a result

- He makes deals and can "play" with his victims when he chooses to. Alliances are all well and good as well, but he is only loyal for as long as the contracts are fulfilled and as long as the other is loyal

- Time thaws his heart, in truth he can feel just as much as a child as Dream at times

- They have a giant library that they read

- Has wonderful manners and speaks very formally. Due to their origins, they also happen to have an accent of some sorts

- His goo tends to always return to him so one ability of his is flicking goo before it can harden and sharpen like spikes at a location

- He can be hit with anything and not get affected unless it's a weapon from his brother

- Strong positivity makes him nauseous, lightheaded, and weak

- Can sense other people's emotions but has the most influence on negativity

- Can analyze others extremely well, reading their body language and analyzing their words

- Hobbies of theirs include reading and writing, or even playing piano since he has a fondness for it

- His magic smells of something akin to earthy scents and moisture, like oak with wet dirt that carries a faint sweetness of decay. His magic tastes something akin to apple

- He's intolerant to children being injured, bullied, or abused. It reminds him of his childhood and thus he is protective of them

- Despite scaring most children, he refuses to harm them and is quite patient and kind to them

- He misses his brother, he does. He tells Dream things he doesn't mean in moments of anger or to get at him, but he doesn't mean pretty much most of it. He doesn't actually blame Dream, at least since he's matured over time

- He never got closure when Dream turned to stone, so those wounds opened up easily when he found out that he was alive. He tried to bury his past but his brother, whose bone is of a porcelain memory to his origins, haunt him

- He can't stand the color yellow, it reminds him of Dream. But, he has secret items that are of a yellow color

- He is fond of flower language and his favorite flower is the purple hyacinth. Fun fact: hyacinth blossoms under full sunlight, and they have wonderful symbolism. Dahlias, orchids, and hydrangea are those he is fond of as well

- He treasures the few things he's gifted, but rarely does he receive anything

- He gets slightly uncomfortable around stone, even if he knows that no one is inside. It just makes him secretly nervous

- Loves animals, but he won't touch them due to his goop and negativity

- His teeth can form into sharp fangs and he has clawed hands, his bone sharpened over time

- He avoids water because if he's fully submerged you can see the inner body that negativity possesses. Aka his original one

- He usually is covered in goop but rarely does it remove around him as a sort of venom situation. In fact, the two are separate entities in some ways, working as one

- Funnily enough he's a perfectionist who likes his things organized, especially when it comes to plans

- Does not use or understand slang

- He is a wonderful strategist, he even plays chess and can use the pieces as a visual understanding of it

- Hates sleep and avoids it until it's impossible to do so

- Can go into other people's dreams and cause intense nightmares, but he cannot do the same for his own and he is forgotten the moment the individual awakes

- He actually cares deeply for a lot of things, but he refuses to acknowledge this under most circumstances. If he vocalizes it, he threatens others to not do anything towards it

- He doesn't hate Error or even Ink, but he finds both to be a pain in the ass. Ink is one of the few he can't wrap his head around and he is one of the few who suspects Ink, especially because his emotions and aura seem....odd

- A more quiet and reserved being, he doesn't talk much unless he has to address someone or when he chooses to respond

- He's hard to read due to his air of apathy, he has learned how to avoid others detecting how he feels

- Even after eons, he won't let anyone else harm Dream

- The stronger the negativity, the larger he grows

- His original name is Night, him and Nightmare are separate but very much intertwined

- His original job was to protect those from negativity and also balance emotions in hard times to guide others, allowing sadness to occur

- Used to Call Dream Sunny as his nickname, and he refuses to let anyone call him Nighty since only Dream called him that

- People like to think of Night being manipulated by negativity but also it's important to note that what if that negative entity actually did feel that pain Nighty went through and was a source of comfort for him when Mother Tree wasn't? Yes, it eventually hurt him by convincing him to eat the apples to be corrupt, but if it's a parasite in my interpretation? I'd want to be maybe like- a situation where the corruption was also genuinely caring of Nighty while simultaneously being the reason Nighty indulged in his anger and hurt

- Multilingual, he knows every language fluently

- He had time to learn how to read and write, he forgot that Dream didn't the first time he saw a tree inside an AU carved by Dream with horrible writing underneath. That realization sort of made his "soul" crumble at the thought

- He has severe thanantophobia, he actually is deeply afraid of dying despite his circumstances. It's something he stresses out about and when Dream became more dangerous, he grew more nervous

- He's actually insecure about his aura at times, especially near those he doesn't wish to harm. He worries if they don't want to be around him because of it, which just worsens his aura

- He thought Dream died long ago, as he was disoriented and was too busy grieving. He didn't actually want Dream to die, and I actually hc that he threw the cloak over Dream to protect him as an apple happened to fall underneath with Dream. He was ashamed when Dream saw him again, and saw who he became. Still, he didn't want to change his ways because of the resentment he still held at the time

- He used to visit Dream and would cry next to his statue before he went off to feed off negative timelines. Even then, he would visit on their birthday

- He destroys mirrors and refuses to look at himself. He doesn't want to remember what he used to look like or who he's now become

- He has a secret painting that he was able to create deep inside his castle, one of Dream. He has destroyed previous ones due to finding them imperfect, a disgusting reminder, etc. this one though, this one he keeps

- His favorite fruit is pomegranate, he can perfectly deseed it and it's his favorite snack other than apple pie

- He used to be great with animals, barely do any of them approach him however

- He likes forests, the scent and even the sensation. He just wishes that he could feel Mother Tree again

- He enjoys herbal tea, actually much more than coffee and his favorite is lavender tea

- He avoids anything related to apples or fire, it reminds him of his past and in fact he grows nervous about it

- Doesn't realize that his tentacles react to his emotions, going so far as to flick with irritation at times

- His tentacles often just appear at will or with extreme emotion, but when they do appear to be actually quite painful since they tore through his back bones. Nowadays, he's numb to it and the bones have attempted to grow back due to magic healing he's attempted to find

- His tentacles actually can act like tree branches or at least resemble them. Firm, shaped similar, etc

- Genderless but prefers masc pronouns

- He actually never lies, but twisting the truth so hard involves enough intellect and leaves him to be a dangerous figure

- on the aroace spectrum

- Gets really goopy when sleeping, to the point he looks boneless

- Out of respect and guilt after coming back to his senses after the incident, he used parts of Mother Tree as custom furniture inside his castle so that she doesn't go to waste at all.

- He actually could hear her screaming when he was corrupted, and that sound haunts him

- He forgot what a hug feels like, the only time he was ever hugged in his life was with Dream. Time caused him to forget

- I feel that his form, present, isn't his true form but he keeps it up because it not only was the turning point in his life, but what protected him. It's why I think it works as something else when it detached itself. The goop at this point is a different part of who he is, and only when he is alone does it detach to speak

- Even if he causes nightmares and enters inside other monsters minds, he actually just has dreams. He dreams of what would've happened if they were happy, being raised by the mother tree, if he and his brother grew up without being guardians. It haunts him, makes him question if he was actually just justified in what he did. Was his actions worth it?

- He hates losing control of situations, absolutely throws a fit

- Struggles getting drunk, so he only drinks wine and magical drinks. Smoking doesn't please him, goop covers it anyways

- He doesn't discriminate, fools. Useless hatred feeds him, sure, but that doesn't mean he agrees and even will react violently towards blatant hate crimes

Closing Notes: no one talk to me, no one look at me. I don't exist, these two are the reasons I need therapy

Choose or die

THE PEOPLE HAVE SPOKEN.

Choose or die

❤️🎸UF!Sans x Reader🎸❤️

As requested, I'm doing the Underfell Brothers for some personal headcanons I have! I really love these skeletons, but each brother will have their own post! Tell me what you think, or what you want to request next! Thank you for reading, enjoy :-)

Love Languages:

Receiving:

- Quality Time: 37%. He feels like someone actually wants him around, and he appreciates seeing his partner be interested in what he says or enjoys. He appreciates a partner who doesn't dismiss him, it means a lot

- Physical Touch: 23%. To have someone kiss his skull or to excitedly run up to him makes him flustered, since he doesn't expect someone to so openly be affectionate with him. Sure, he'll weakly protest that they don't have to hug him or hold his hand, but he'll enjoy the feeling

- Words of Affirmation: 20% Being told supportive comments and even being complimented sometimes makes him shut down. He doesn't expect sincerity but when he gets it he doesn't know how to react, but appreciates it

- Gift Giving: 13%. If he's gifted something that he really likes, he'll kinda stare at it then at you with a hint of disbelief. He doesn't think someone actually cared enough to get him something, but he'll always use the gift when he can, and he'll be possessive of it

- Acts of Service: 7%. He usually prefers to do things himself if need be, but if he wakes up to see that his partner made him breakfast? He'll call you the best thing to ever grace the earth

Giving:

- Physical Touch: 32%. Don't be surprised if he grabs your hand in public while looking away from you, or if he rests his head on you when you're busy. He trusts his partner enough to even lay his skull on their lap

- Quality Time: 29%. He wants you to know that he wants to be around you, show his interest by hanging out where he can just sit and laugh around with you

- Receiving Gifts: 13%. He thinks of you often, even if he's not around you, so he'll bring gifts when he can to show he appreciates you. It can be subconscious, but he knows what you like

- Acts of Service: 16% He'll do things he doesn't particularly like, such as running an errand or a chore if he sees you're stressed. He tends to coax you to relax and handle it, even if he does it begrudgingly

- Words of Affirmation: 10% He never is good at verbally expressing himself but he tries. He'll compliment what you wear and even occasionally tease you, but he's sincere when he compliments you

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Details: He loves someone who can defend themselves and be confident. To see someone be willing to be stubborn and defend what they love makes him respect you, since he finds it attractive. If he's flirted with, expect him to kinda panic though, because he's not used to it. He'll usually flirt out of playfulness and he adores banter, but he only does this in the beginning of your friendship. He'll become more at ease if you can get him to laugh or if he gets to see you be amused by his tactics. He'll even do stupid shit if he can entertain you, because he loves people who can find him entertaining.

Red isn't as pervy as some people actually think. He makes joking innuendos, but he's actually quite respectful and struggles actually acting that way. He's actually someone that would do a double take if you wore something that had just a little more skin exposure. He'll get all flustered and compliment what you're wearing, but he will struggle to know where to put his hands. He doesn't want to seem weird, so he'll usually go to hold your hand or wrap around your arm. He would need you to guide his hands to where you want them placed, and he'll make sure to hold onto you more carefully. After all, he has claws and doesn't want to damage you. He'll kind of be in awe for how squishy and warm your flesh is, and kind of just be in a slight daze about it. He would need time to be comfortable, but even then he remains respectful.

He also finds attraction to those who are more honest and don't hide behind manners, since he wants to see someone be authentic to themselves. When it comes to romantic gestures, he will rarely offer to do dates and most of the time has to be asked. He'll struggle to be formal, so he'll appreciate a partner who doesn't need that pizzazz. Still, he'll bring you gifts and try to make your day better by making sure you smile the whole time. He'll give you his undivided attention and even throw dorky flirts at you unless he's too flustered. Which then he'll say things such as "you shouldn't flirt with me, I'm mean and scary" and yet he speaks with much more gentleness and ease. He won't give a lot of obvious PDA, but he'll hold your hand or wrap an arm around you. If someone bothers you, he's much more confrontational and protective. He'll get a bit aggressive, even if he doesn't do anything outright physical. He'll wrap an arm around you, check up to make sure you're doing alright, but be glaring the whole time while smiling. He'll flaunt a bit, and sometimes he'll be too stubborn to drop the situation unless it's dangerous for you. He loves you, and no one disrespects you. He can get jealous at times, but he never makes a big show about it or ignores you/is rude to you. He'll be quieter, a bit more clingy, and even deny that he's jealous. But, if you kiss his skull and reassure him, he'll melt and feel better at the assurance

When it comes to confessing his love for you, don't expect him to actually realize he did it. He takes a long time to realize that he has a crush on you, but when he does, he gets so shy that he starts to avoid you a bit if you are alone. He would go to Vanilla to recover, but he would refuse that he's actually just a sappy dork with you if he's teased. He would be a bit more obvious about his feelings for you based off knowing he has a crush on you. If he didn't know, he would just not realize that he's falling in love. He would have to be drunk off his ASS to accidentally confess to you. Just imagine him at Grillby's, drunk as hell, and you're with him having a good time. He'd be giggling with you and laughing, but at some point he is just kinda admiring you as you're laughing. He'd rest his cheek against the palm of his hand and his eyelight would flip to a heart as he's talking. He'd kind of zone out, before he'd ask "you know, it's crazy how much I love you, y'know?" and when you're unsure if he's being serious, you'd probably just laugh and joke that sure he does, he loves that you are a dork who makes sure that he takes care of himself. But no, he'd wave his hands in a cartoonish manner and his voice would just get all soft as he's laughing. "No, no. Well, I mean, that too- But-! I mean it, sweetheart. You're just so good to me, and when I look at you my soul just can't take it. How do you even like being around me?" And when you realize he's serious, you would be a little too buzzed to know how to react. You'd kinda lean into him, tease him. Well, you like being around him because he's good. He's a good monster, one that really cares about you. He'd drink from his glass, grin at you. "Yeah, you got that right! But I don't understand how you think I'm good, sweetheart. But...I trust your opinion," and you two would be called outside by Pitch. He knows that you and Red need a ride home. You'd both stumble, too drunk to really emotionally process anything. But as you both sit in the back and Pitch is scolding you, he'd be noticeably more cuddly with you. You two would be giggling, but Pitch would realize what happened when he heard the way you two are talking. "You're a lovable skeleton, Red." "Hell yes I am, I'm Mr. Hot stuff, sweetheart!" "No, you dork. I love you beyond that!" "Well I love you more," Pitch would lessen his scolding, listen in. He knows that Red is too drunk by the time you get home. He would make sure to help you two go to bed, to drink some water. Before you two part ways, you'd hug and drunkenly laugh together. But....by morning, you would be the only one to really remember what happened. Now, tell me, what would you do then?

Closing Notes: I can totally write more about him, he's so silly and I love him but I've typed so much over here. If y'all request it though, I could totally write some stuff with actual effort put into it teehee. Thank you for reading

Introductions with a Skeleton in a Suit and Tie

Thinking about a fanfic idea where it's the mob skeletons x reader and like like like one set is the one that the reader works for as a bartender and depending on which one they work for it influences the fanfic and stuff. Like, I imagine how whichever one the reader works for definitely would impact the skeletons as well and their perspective on them.

Let me just get this out. For one, I have more Mafia interpretations for other Sanses and Papyri but I'm going wild over the major three AU's Tale, Fell, and Swap. This is a rather simplified idea of what I think the first interactions would go for mob sans. I will work on the others a different time >:)

Bullet and Ace: Mafiatale Sans and Papyrus

Set in the 1920's, you were struggling to earn cash. Working in a shitty city, you dealt with a shitty boss in a shitty backrooms bar that shitty people went to. As time went on, you noticed that monsters would rarely visit, and you understood why. After all, you lived in an area where Humans and Monsters would conflict with one another due to terf wars. The bar, which of course was illegal to work at, allowed Monsters, but it was clear that not many welcomed them. It was common that customers would glare and other workers would be snippy or purposely make mistakes. Quite a few times, you would hear about what would happen when you weren't on shift. It wasn't something you particularly enjoyed, especially since you know that the other workers don't like you too much.

You had a strong opinion on how to treat others, and that was with respect until they disrespected you. You had a confrontational personality, and you weren't afraid to stand up to others because of it. It's not a common trait here in this infected city, where corruption would even destroy the most rational of mind. You have been threatened, jumped, and you have the scars to prove it. You hold this with pride though, even if you've almost died over it.

Don't get it wrong, you were a playful and overall kind Human, but you refused to deal with Humans talking shit about the Monsters here. They have dealt with enough, and if you can help it, you will make sure they can at least have a couple of drinks in peace. In fact, it was your impulsivity and strong sense of beliefs that got you where you are now. You don't regret it though, not one bit.

You have been working at the bar tonight since 10 'o clock. Nothing seemed too out of order today, except that you have been hearing about the whispers of suspicious rumors. Apparently, a new district has moved in, and has already made themselves comfortable in their territory. How this has happened is unknown, but it's quite an open secret for those that do know. You didn't have to guess too long that it was a Monster group, especially with how the folk along the streets have been cursing their names more so than usual.

Your hands went smoothly over the glass as you cleaned with a cloth, your fingers firm yet precise as you did so. Your eyes focused on the intricate details as the sounds of smooth jazz and small talk filled the corners of your mind. ...a Monster group, huh? A part of you wondered how long it would take for you to get fired over getting involved in a fight happening inside the very bar you worked at.

It was clear that something was wrong when you noticed the sudden drop in volume among the customers. You tilted your head up, your hands working subconsciously still to clean each glass properly as you scanned the room. The air held an air of electricity, however faint, and you wondered if it was the tension from your customers or if it was due to the monster walking through the entrance. A short, rather thick boned skeleton directly made his way towards you. He wore a crisp black suit that seemed to pair well with the porcelain appearance of his bone.

He was about 5'5, his shoulders rolled back with ease. If you weren't paying attention, he could've fooled anyone with the wide smile he wore. He moved with a languid, smooth confidence. To you, he looked harmless, but you knew better. There was a strange look in his eye, a curiosity that didn't feel right mixed in with the scent of cigars and pine. He sat directly across from you, nodding his head politely. "May I request an order?" "Of course, and what is it that you'd like to order?" "Hm...do you have Lucky Star on hand?"

Of course you did, rarely did a monster come here, so having a monster drink was a given despite the lack of needing it much. You always made sure it came in with the shipments, even if your other coworkers found it pointless. "Of course," you smiled, turning your back from him to get straight to work. You felt his eyelights staring at you as you did so, but it didn't feel piercing. Rather, it felt like he was looking at you with curiosity, even if it was intently. You didn't turn around though or comment, you've had to shrug off multiple customers doing the same damn thing.

You slid it across the counter and he swiftly caught it, raising his glass towards you with a smile and a slight nod. "Why thank you, do you take gold? I can scrounge up cash if need be," "Sorry sir, but we only take cash." "Not a problem," He was brief, and so you were in return. You watched him pull a small wallet, opening it and handing you a wad of cash. You swiftly dealt with it. "Will that be all, sir?" You asked, only to see a spark in his eyelight. You felt that he was waiting for you to say that.

"Actually," He took a swig of his glass, the beverage a light, translucent blue swirled with citrus and cherry. "I was wondering something, if you'll humor me?" He set his glass down and rested his jaw against the palm of his hand, tilting his head to the side. He didn't wait for an answer. "Do you know what types of jokes skeletons make?" This left you a little confused, raising your brow as you took a moment to process what he said. Huh?? "I-I'm...pardon?" "Well, don't keep me waiting, what kind?"

You had to think for a moment, but nothing came up. You shrugged your shoulders slightly and spoke. "I do not know sir, what kind?" "Humerus ones, of course." You took a moment to understand, and the side of your lip twitched before you tried to suppress your smile. "Excuse me?" "Though, bad ones go into the skele-bin." You found that your mouth smiled involuntarily, your features trying to remain composed. "What's the matter? Do humans not have a funny bone?" He just kept on going, didn't he? The twinkle in his eyes revealed enough, and as a small noise escaped you, his grin only widened.

"Tibia-honest, I thought you had one in you. But I guess you're like me, things just go right through you, huh?" Before you could stop yourself, a snort left your lips as you pressed a hand over your mouth. He leaned on the counter some more, his eye sockets scrunching up as if the bone worked differently than a Humans. "Was that a laugh? Oh I think it was, I can feel it in my bones. No-body here seems to understand me, but you do."

By now, you couldn't keep your composure, and he was eating it up. "S-Sir, please-" "What? Am I being a numb-skull? Forgive me if so, I'm just a little bonely," Oh no no no. You instantly let yourself speak, and you would say you regret it if that was true. "I'm not tired of this yet, sir, but your puns are bad to the bone," "Guilty as charged," He chuckled, a visible tension you didn't see before leaving him. You wonder if he was trying to ease the tension that so easily filled the bar in his presence, but it was working for him thankfully. "Please, I need to remain serious," "Why? I don't have the stomach to stop myself,"

Your own laughter filled your ears among the quiet jazz in the bar and you missed the way he looked at you. For a moment, if you were able to notice, you would have seen the joy and relief in his features, and maybe a small tint of blue. "Please?" "Okay okay, this might be getting a little bone dry if I don't stop. My name is Bullet, it's a pleasure to meet you." Bullet, what a name. Well, you figured that it was better than a name like Robert for a skeleton. Maybe Monsters had a different custom for names, you wouldn't question it. "Well, it's a pleasure to meet you too, sir-" "Please, call me Bullet," "-Okay, Bullet. What's a skeleton like you doing around here, hm? Not like it's my business though." You inquired, before you noticed the slight shift in his posture.

"Ah, well, I just so happened to find this place while wandering around. I'm new to the area." He said with an averted gaze, his phalanges slightly fidgeting with his tie, which you just noticed was done incorrectly. He looked so at ease, which confused you when you could see the tension in his hands. You were more acute than the average Human, since it's kept you away from danger, so these things didn't pass you. His response was brief though, honest. "I suspected as much, you're...nicer than my usual," You joked, and his white eyelights flicker back to you. They had a pretty tint to them, ever faint, of a blue similar to the stone on his silver chained broach. Topaz, you suspected, which was a swiss blue. What a gem, those don't come cheap. It made you wonder what made a skeleton who could afford such a thing to come to this shit hole of a bar?

It seemed to do the trick for him to smoothly slide away from himself, and he grabbed that opportunity with a swift efficiency. "Oh? Please, do share what you mean." You brushed off the fact he subtly was uncomfortable about talking about himself. You were the same way for your personal life, so you wouldn't dare think of prying. Remaining decisively oblivious has gotten you far in life, after all. "Didn't you feel the clear emotion of friendship and joy of this bar on your way in?" You asked with exaggerated shock and sarcasm.

He snorted a laugh, before he raised a bonebrow(?) at you. "Okay okay, I get it. No need to be like that now," He relented, raising his palms up in mock defeat. "I'm just surprised you think of me kindly enough to comment on it," He confessed, before he grabbed his drink. He hasn't chugged down his drink, you noted. Usually, Monsters who felt unwelcomed in bars like this would make sure to take their glass and finish it off quickly. Instead, he kept that languid ease, relaxed as he took his time to savor each drink. You suddenly were struck with a thought. How could he drink when he's a skeleton? That felt invasive to ask though.

"Well, Bullet, folks around here aren't known for their manners. You've been a great customer, and it's a pleasure to serve you." You replied kindly, straightening up as you went back to cleaning glasses behind the counter. You kept yourself facing him however, to show your interest in socializing. "I hope that you know that I find you nicer than my usual as well, then," Bullet commented, his phalanges plucking a cherry from inside the glass before he popped it behind his permanent smile. "Kinder too, with excellent manners and excellent humor."

You barked out a laugh at that, but you believed him when he complimented you with sincerity. "Excellent humor? Your puns are awful," "But I got you to laugh, didn't I? I count that as a certified win!" He proudly exclaimed, placing his hand on the counter as he straightened and pointed your way while holding the glass. "Don't ignore what else I said though, too. You're an excellent bartender."

You haven't felt this comfortable with a customer in awhile. If you were to describe it in detail, you'd best describe it as if a warmth orbited the two of you. There, a lack of the outside world made things feel all the better. You leaned your arm against the counter, bent forward as you raised an eyebrow. "Well thank you, I try. I know this part of the city is harsher to folks like you. Please know that you're welcome here by me anytime,"

He seemed to appreciate that, with how his eyelights grew a little fuzzy around the edges and dilated ever so slightly. It felt natural to get along with the skeleton, even if it started a little strange. He tilted his head upwards, leaning closer. He didn't invade your space, but it was crystal clear to you that he could practically wrap his hand around your shoulder if he wanted to. His smile softened, and he kept his eyes locked onto your own. "You're truly a dear, I'll keep that in mind..." His voice softened to a smoother tone, as if he wanted to say something more. Alas, he didn't get the chance to.

His phalanges twitched suddenly, and your eyes broke from his as you glanced behind him. The rest of the bar seemed to be normal except for the few lingering glares of drunken idiots in the corner tables. They seemed to be growing silently more worked up, muttering amongst themselves as the sensations of malice were directed to both of your way. His eyes flickered towards their direction without turning his head, before he glanced back at you. His gaze lingered on your eyes, before he glanced down at your chest and then slowly to your hands. He extended his hand forward, careful as he offered it to you.

You accepted it of course, and you knew what he was going to say before he spoke. "For now, though, I think I've started to overstay my welcome." He hummed, your tongue clicking behind your teeth for a moment in silent but begrudging acceptance. "That's quite a shame. I was starting to wonder what else I'd get to learn about you." You felt his thumb pressing against the back of your hand, rubbing it subconsciously. He pulled your hand to his face, and for a moment you were confused.

You weren't for long however, as you felt a tingling sensation pressing against the back of your hand. Was that...a kiss? He looked up at you and winked playfully, before he shook your hand with a controlled firmness. "I guess you'll have to wait. You don't mind doing that, do you?" He smirked, his natural charm causing you to snort. You felt the warmth in your cheeks, but you couldn't help but give him a purely honest smile that seemed to warm the skeletons bones. "I don't, I don't mind at all. You have to promise to come back though, alright? Who else can give me such awful puns and good companionship?"

He let go of your hand with some reluctance, as if he wanted to linger in your warmth. You felt a little sad to see him go, but he quickly reassured you. "You really know how to put a skeleton in a corner, huh? You strike a hard bargain, though, so I'll bite. I promise that I will, as long as I can find you, okay?" He asked you, adjusting his suit as he pulled out a cigar from his inside pocket. He didn't light it, though, perhaps due to some manners of his. You nodded your head, your eyes crinkling slightly as you straightened up yourself.

"It's a deal then. Get home safely, alright?" He winked at you again, a bonebrow raised as he chuckled. "I can handle myself perfectly fine. Don't waste your time on me, okay? I have a few tricks up these sleeves, danger passes straight through me."

"You already used that joke, Bullet."

"Point taken."

He waved to you as he turned away, the heel of his shoes causing him a swift turn as he had the last word of your first interaction. "Farewell, I'll see you again soon..." If only you realized how soon, maybe then you would have had time to prepare how this skeleton was going to change your life for the better...

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Closing Notes: Oh this was longer than I anticipated. I had fun though, and I hope you guys enjoy what idea I had in mind when typing this. Thank you for reading, please tell me what you guys think :-))

im back with another promptt😋😋

Sans and Y/N are coworkers at a company that focuses on tech. They’ve been crushing on eachother for a while and one day, the power goes out. Electronic doors trap them in a room together and the power generator isnt working so the doors wont be open for hours. For funsies, lets say Y/N is scared of the dark. Now, Sans and Y/N are alone, in a dark room, and Y/N needs comfort. Who better than the soft, funny skeleton who may or may not like her back?

(Sorry this ones kinda long😭😭 feel free to skip if u wanna)

Aaahhhh I love this! Oh this is delicious, thank you I'm going to have fun typing this down! GAH, thank you for the ask.

Uhhh CW: descriptions of distress, anxiety attack, etc

It's okay, it's okay it's all okay. You're in the lab, the exact same one you work in every day except for the weekends and holidays. There's no reason to be panicking, not even close. So why do you feel lightheaded? Your breathing was short and choppy and you were sweating even though it's relatively cooler inside the lab. Oh, well maybe the fact that it's dark. And the doors are locked. And you hate both things. Hm, maybe that is what you're panicking about.

.....

This is embarrassing. Why you? Why did the damn generator decide that it wanted to stop working in the middle of your damn shift? Right now, you found that your hands were trembling and your chest felt tight. You were a professional, damn it! Stop shaking. You couldn't stop yourself from grabbing at the doors, shaking them as you stared at the little buttons that were usually green or red. Right now they were off entirely. You weren't going to lose your shit. Not now.

Your thoughts were pulled away by a skeletal hand gently sliding around your shoulder and coaxing you to turn around. Oh, it's him. Vanilla. He was here in the same room as you. You felt embarrassed when you flinched at his touch, seeing him pull his hand away as he recoiled. Your thoughts were entangled, trying to rationalize but only making it worse. He seemed to be saying something, but you didn't quite catch it.

"....it's-..ne...are-...kay?...aking..."

"Huh? Sorry, I'm...Sorry I'm not understanding."

You crumpled under his concerned gaze, your eyes and hands immediately dropping down to the ground. You could feel the tension in the air as your shoulders began to shake slightly. You tried to stifle your overtly egregious reaction as best as you could without coming across as suspicious, clearing your throat.

"....Are you-...kay?"

"Oh- yeah. Yeah I'm fine." You forced out, your voice was shaky and unsure as you cringed at your terrible lie. You could practically see it, staunch disbelief overshadowed by intense concern on the skeletons face. But this wasn't his problem, it wasn't his responsibility to deal with. You weren't some sniveling child. A flood of determination filled you as you fought to keep your emotions in check, willing your facade not to crack badly enough that it broke social regulations. You were fine. It's fine.

You stammered out an apology as your face flushed red with humiliation, and you ducked your head back down before straightening up like a bullet. His hand was back to touching your shoulder as you were clasping your hands together so tightly your knuckles were white. "Hey." His voice was gentle, soft, a balm. Your eyes are locked with white, rounded eyelights when you tilt your head back to look at him.

Before you could speak, he was coaxing you to walk. He pulled you down to sit on the floor against the wall, his smile reassuring. He said nothing as he trailed his hands down your arms and down your wrists before he intertwined his hands with your own. You felt a strange hum had reverberated through your skin, a soothing sensation like a purr. You didn't even realize that your eyes were watering until you felt tears slipping past your eyelashes as you blinked.

"Does that feel okay?" He asked, and you felt your face slightly contort into confusion. You couldn't find it in yourself to speak, your throat tightening. "..what?" "I'm trying to share my magic with you, dork." He smiled, and you could see the slight glow between his bones shine a swiss blue. You were confused, but it was light, and pretty. You were silent but you nodded your head. It seems like he was sharing his magic with you so that your soul could be soothed. Funny how that works.

He looked relieved, gently squeezing your hands before relaxing again. "Good. Just focus on that feeling, alright?" You nodded. Stars above did you feel pathetic. Your crush was sitting in front of you and comforting you because you were acting like a mess over the dark. It was embarrassing, and your eyes darted down to stare at how both of your hands were intertwined together. His bone felt smooth, slightly cold.

You've never seen his bones glow like this, and you wondered why. He occasionally used his magic inside the lab, but he never glowed quite like this before. Is this what it looked like when he was extending magic from his soul to someone else? "You look really pretty." You felt the words slip past your lips involuntarily, almost in a slight daze as you did so.

You instantly regretted it when you looked up to see his expression. His eyelights shrank by half a fraction, and his grin twitched upwards into a slightly surprised expression. "What? I look- look pretty??" His face was dusted with a blue hue as he spoke, and in turn your face was flooded with warmth. You tried to correct yourself, but stumbled as you did so.

"Uhm-I meant that your bones-! That your bones are pretty since they're glowing right now. They're bright and blue and uh-" His face only grew more flushed, and yours did as well. He snorted as you tried to fix what you said but ultimately failed. His eyelights grew fuzzy, dilated as he looked at you. "So am I ugly when I'm not glowing?" "No-! No no that's not- you're really pretty-! Always-! Uh- shit I mean-"

He leaned forward and your voice died in your throat as he did so, his face a mere few inches from your own. His expression softened, his eyelights almost threatening to mold into a different shape. For a moment, though you thought it was your imagination, you thought you could see a heart. He pressed his skull against your forehead, and he spoke in a hushed tone. "I think you're pretty, too."

Oh that really did it. Your lips quirked up into a smile, your body going lax as your shoulders dropped. The smell of pine and frost enveloped your senses, something you didn't mind. You couldn't stop your voice from cracking, sounding smaller. "You think so?" "Yeah," He glowed brighter, and somehow the darkness of the lab didn't seem to be so bad. He was like a firefly, a blue nightlight in some ways.

You closed your eyes, your brow scrunching up and your smile widening. "Thank you, I...I appreciate you doing this for me." You slightly could feel your body trembling still, but it was now at a minimum as your breathing slowed. He chuckled, squeezing your hands once more but gentler now. "Of course, anytime. We don't have to talk about this outside the lab if you'd like." He reassured, placing both of your hands on his lap. You opened your eyes to see his face closer now.

"No...I think that... I'd like to. If that's what you think is y'know, okay." You murmured, mustering up any courage you could form. Both of you knew the layers of this conversation, but neither of you seemed to mind. He let go of your hands, and opened his arms in a welcoming gesture towards you. You leaned forward, wrapping your arms loosely around his neck and pressing your face against his shoulder. He rubbed your back as he embraced you. "I think that's more than okay, starlight."

Closing Notes: gRAUGHTHGUFUWOSB I loved writing this so much you have no idea how silly I felt as I'm kicking and swinging my feet. I hope this was good enough, I had a lot of fun

Can you do an UT/US (either both or your preferred of the two) with a really fluffy monster s/o? Like how they'd react when snuggling or something similar? Just like- major tooth rotting fluff all around lol

Oh hell yeah I love all of them lemme just type these down like a normal person would

(answered below🫶)

Cyperus: He loves just holding you and rubbing your face, squishing your cheeks as he makes sure to brush your fur for you and just holding you when he needs to do something. He doesn't even realize he is doing it, sometimes his hand just reaches for your head and he strokes through your fur before apologizing. He loves to pick you up too, nuzzling you and kissing your cheeks

Vanilla: He would choose you as his absolute favorite monster to cuddle, let alone just his favorite everything. He will frequently lay his head straight against your chest and rub his face into the warmth of your fur. He is grinning the whole time as he wraps his arms around you and makes himself comfortable on your lap. If you're smaller than him he'll hold you like a stuffed animal, cuddling the stars out of you. He'll make small puns but he can easily fall asleep with you. He'll just love to snuggle the most out of them all

Powder: He loves to feel your paws, squishing them in his hands as he lets you sit on his lap. He'll stare for hours and compliment how pretty your fur is. He always asks to hold your hand, and sometimes he'll press his skull against your head when cuddling. He just finds you so squishy and nice...

Stretch: He loves to lay his head down on your lap or against your chest. He will wrap his arms around you and just tell you how soft and nice your fur is. Since he's most likely taller, he will cradle you and let you straddle his lap while he brushes through your fur sometimes. He finds himself admiring the small details, such as your soft ears that he'll occasionally stroke or your chest fur since it has the most fluff. He'll apologize for looking so dorky, but he really just finds it so soft and he'll sometimes zone out while cuddling since he can accidentally fall asleep feeling how warm you are

Rus Serrif

You can smoke all you like, drink away your woes, but you can't escape your mind. SF!Red Papyrus, my silly skeleton with dog motifs. Headcanons below!

- Official height is 6'7

- He/They

- Heavy alcoholic

- Plays electric guitar

- Consumes BBQ Sauce

- Unhealthy amounts of dedication for those he loves

- Good friends with Coffee, Stretch, and Cash

- Very touchy and clingy if he likes the person's company, but he's distant otherwise

- Engineer

- Writes as a hobby, but drawing is his secret hobby

- Admires Red

- Curious of people, but he is weary of them. He'll give them a chance though if they show that they're willing to put in effort

- He would often try to be close to Carmine underground. He was desperate and was willing to cause a scene at times

- He adores praise and shows it

- He doesn't like to fight and will divert from fighting unless cornered. The only time he'll confront someone is if someone he cares about is being bothered

- Stingy if people owe him, keeps track of debts and is good at returning them

- He prefers dogs

- Has severe anxiety and attachment issues

- charming, quiet, observant, loyal, carefree, intuitive, lazy, impulsive, cynical, protective, lethargic, nosy, pessimistic, clingy, and untrusting

- He curses frequently

- Has around four rings, usually always wears them

- Doesn't feel the need to tell others he's intelligent, so some monsters and humans assume that he's lazy and stupid

- Not afraid to speak up despite his reserved and quiet nature. He hates seeing someone getting pestered

- He is very flirty when drunk, but still very much respectful

- The most loyal Papyrus

- Slower to trust others, he actively remains neutral with others unless they sway his opinion of them on their own

- Fan of PDA but he's willing to compromise if needed

- Sees Powder, Wine, and Razz as an older brother overtime

- Magic smells like Maple, magic tastes like spiced apple and cider

- Has a bit of a drawl in his tone, his nickname sounding like "darlin'"

- Loves pies and curry, and appreciates his brother for making them

- He knows sign language even if he doesn't remember why, he used it to befriend Coffee

- Can be extremely jealous and protective

- He has a huge sweet tooth

- Has heightened senses

- Will call Carmine "milord" if he thinks his brother is being overbearing and on his high horse. It used to be a nickname he'd call him since he knows it annoyed him, but now it's in a teasing manner and a reminder to Carmine to tone it down

- Smokes with a Zippo lighter

- Has yellowed bone

- Has two golden hip chains that act as leashes for his gaster blasters when they are activated. I thought it would be cool since UF Sans (Red) has his rings count as leashes for his Gaster Blasters and also has gold chains. Design choice babyyyy

- Used to drink and cause chaos for Carmine when their relationship started to deteriorate, but at the same time he was extra clingy and emotional. He would even reach a point he forgot their tension and just was desperate to be close with his brother

- A romantic who can be super sappy with others

- He can be a rude ass motherfucker when drunk if he is pissed with someone, as he is more blunt and would smoke in their face without a care

- Likes fist bumps when greeting friends, and uses a small wave as a greeting instead of a handshake. He only uses handshakes if he wants to test someone

- Calls Chara "Runt"

- Sniffles and whimpers when crying, tries to be quiet but ends up being loud

- He informs Carmine where he goes, and he appreciates when Carmine checks up on after they move to another timeline with the other skeletons

- Let's Coffee cling onto him when in crowded areas, but he'll cling onto others when Coffee isn't present

- would call his lover darling

- Loves to listen, and so he doesn't ramble a lot

- When he is really interested in something, such as a video game, he has to be asked first for him to actually see that someone is willing to listen to him ramble. He gets a little embarrassed and a little shy though

- He doesn't take disrespect for his brother or loved ones, even if he does nothing for someone talking direct shit to his face about him. He's passive aggressive, and finds ways to make them shut up

- He is wonderful at collecting black mail and gathering information about someone. However, he's reclusive and this means that no one is good at figuring out information about him. The closest anyone has ever gotten to knowing about him and the truth about his history was his universe's Undyne, but he destroyed that information before she could find out. Only the Queen truly knows, and this is used against him, which makes him "loyal" to her as a result

Closing Notes: he's so dog motif coded like oh my god this dude has racked my brain and I swear that this skeleton has left me thinking about him for hours before because wow he's so silly but oh my god I need to hold him and let him cry because he needs it. I'm so normal about him.

Fallen Down into Deaths Embrace.

Okay,,,,so I finally cracked and threw in my towel by writing a Reaper Sans x reader fic for the first time. For context, reader isn't a normal person and is in a place similar to the void, which explains some things within the snippet of a writing I've been dabbling in. Anything written in () btw is for you to understand what's being said.

CW: light descriptions of vomiting, injury, blood, and of the sorts. It's not super descriptive, but I still wanted to plant it here. Stay safe loves

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Beyond the blistering anguish, you realized something. Maybe it was the smell of scorched cloth and bones, or the rough earth beneath your crumpled body hurting your delicate skin. But, it finally dawned on you at that moment that you were truly and utterly alone. 

Where did everything go wrong? 

This new sensation felt foreign to you, it felt…unwelcoming. How could this have happened to you? It seemed like your chest would burst, your tongue heavy as vomit tickled the back of your throat. You didn’t think that your very bones would make you tremble, the feeling of being hot and cold all at once disorienting.

It felt overwhelming and nauseating to even think, let alone understand everything that happened to you. It felt like even the smallest twitch from your muscles would send you wanting to sob again. That the smallest of movements would lead you into excruciating pain. But, you had nothing to give, not anymore. Your throat felt raw and scratched, struggling to inhale the ash infecting your skin as you helplessly submitted to a coughing fit.

Saliva dribbled down your chin as your body curled in as much as it could. Your environment did not show you any mercy as you clawed at your sides. You screwed your eyes shut, ash fluttering near your eyelashes as you fought against it from nestling itself in your eyes. This sucked. 

Why did you do it? It felt like those rings around the back of your head mocked you, your skull ringing. This sight before you, as blurred as it was, was wrong. It was wrong, it was wrong, it was wrong. Your body doesn’t look like this. Not this pathetic sight, no. But you didn’t even need to open your eyes to know. 

You could already picture the way you wanted to ruin the ones that caused your disheveled state, as shameful as it was. This brought a laugh out of you, but not a pleasant one. It died quickly as you regretted it, coughing once again as you swore that blood was now on your hand.

Would those Gods laugh at you now? Would the sight of you bring a good chuckle or hysterical fit with them? Or a pity party since they ruined your life. Maybe that was all you were good for now. You were no longer worth much of anything, anymore. A forgotten memory now. 

Your thoughts were abruptly cut off, however, by the screams clawing past that ringing and now finally echoing behind your eyes as you internally screamed. Oh, yes, that's right. There weren't the only ones you loved around to help you now. What embraced you instead was the dented crater your body made and the scent of burnt vomit stimulating your senses. 

It was once so bright, where did that warmth and light go? You already knew the answer, your bloody and dusted clothes feeling so tattered beneath the cracks of your fingers. You didn’t have the pleasure of knowing what would happen to you for everything that happened. So when it eventually crashed in your face, you felt bitter and regretful. You were too blinded by rage, and your temper got the better of you.

Well, that sure helped you in the long run, didn’t it? 

Your temper sure wasn’t helping your flooded migraine either. If you thought any longer it felt like you would combust. If only you could do something about it. If only you weren’t stuck here, punished for the sins you’ve committed. If only you were given a swift erase. The sense of dread built inside of you only worsened as the waves of hatred and wrath overwhelmed you.

You would have mistaken them as your own, but you knew that your rage wasn’t the same as this. Or it shouldn't be, at least. You knew better, the urge to sob from everything being too much since you knew that this anger was in fact only yours. If being stuck in this black emptiness was what you were going to endure now, you shifted your thoughts to focus on that fact. Would the loneliness torment you, or your grief?

You felt…determined to not let what happened to you occur again. Not like you would have the chance to, anyways, as you were stuck down here. You couldn’t even do much down here, let alone understand what would happen to you. 

Nothing can protect you down here now, except for yourself. Lord only knows if you’ll have the chance to build your strength back up, though. It was impossible to know, maybe you’d endure the worst of the worst before disintegrating into nothing.

As if your mind was reeled in by a fish hook, the smell of…something sweet invites itself into your senses. It was a strong contrast to your environment, and it only made you feel dizzier as you struggled to look up. Whatever it was, you tried not to curse under your breath.

Your body stiffened, gagging slightly as you winced from the attempt to move. Managing a shuddering breath, you squeezed your eyes shut. You could already guess that you would be face to face with something like this inevitably, but you didn’t think that it would be so soon. If you had some strength to you, at least you would’ve had a chance to fight.

How cruel the Gods were, to not even spare you peace of mind. You heard the sound of light steps hitting gravel as they approached, the smell only becoming stronger the closer they neared. At least this seemed to overwhelm your pain, if only the slightest. If this soul had even the most minor sense of mercy, maybe you could go painlessly. 

Something seemed to graze against your cheek, cold yet smooth like porcelain. 

Was that... You felt the thumb of their hand rub your cheek hesitantly as if testing your reaction. You only winced in response, your eyes forcing themselves to stay shut. Almost tenderly, another hand scooped to the other side of your face as they lifted your head. 

You attempted to open your eyes finally, your breath quickening. They soon widened, however, as you stared at the figure before you. He was beautifully terrifying, that was the only way you could describe him. With wide sockets and gentle eyelights that felt so comforting in this horrid place, it was hard to look away. It was funny really, seeing as he looked just like a skeleton. You should've questioned your descriptions, if you could even place why his gaze felt so comforting in the first place.

His sockets were pronounced with a light blue eyeliner, eyelights a very faint white of a creamy pearl. There was silver jewelry on his phalanges as they clinked together,  Even if you could hardly make out anything about his outfit, you could see the fine clothing fitting his frame perfectly of black robes and silk. Yet, you found yourself struggling to find the finer details as his gloved hands moved your head to look at him.

Even if he was crouched down before you, now taking in your state, it was obvious he was much taller when standing. Almost inhumanly tall, though that wasn’t saying much. You already knew where you were, but this didn't ease the ball of fear still dwelling inside your chest. His eyes were studying you, silent. You didn't care though not when your eyes locked with what was behind him. Wings, so soft and white, a harsh contrast. There had to at least be six of them, folded only partially before they stretched out wide around you.

You could hardly muster a word before your body betrayed you, your body buffering as it once more released another coughing hazard in his direction. He stiffened, if only slightly as he tilted his head up to avoid spit hitting his face. He set you back down, sliding you back on the ground with minor struggle as he pulled away. "....u're…ot…supposed…be…ere…re you?” (You're not supposed to be here, are you?)

Tears stung your eyes and you only slightly felt confused as he started unclipping part of his robes. His movements were languid, yet precise as he finally released a soft sigh at the extra layer of clothing no longer restricting his movements. He seemed to be muttering something, but you were too disoriented to understand him. 

His shoulders slacked as you felt a weight press into you. His coat instantly looked dirtier, blood and dirt tainting it as you took fistfuls of the coat close. It instantly brought a sense of comfort, and you pulled it closer to you without much thought. You instantly were enveloped with the smell of rain and something akin to fresh earth.

He seemed content with himself as he started tucking the coat around you. You didn’t like to admit it, but now that you felt less exposed with the coat over you, you didn’t seem to pay much attention to what he was doing. You could only do so much as your face buried itself in the softness and warmth of the polyester under your cracked fingers.

You tried to make out what he was muttering, but he seemed to have stopped as you suddenly felt something firm wrap securely around your body. You could hardly struggle, let alone understand that he was now lifting you into his arms. 

He softly hushed your croaks of complaint, your vision slowly growing fuzzy around the edges of your sight. There seemed to now be gentleness in his eyes as he pressed you closer to his chest. One arm was wrapped underneath you, the other looped over as his hand rested on your shoulder as he started to stand. 

Almost immediately, your hands moved forward as you pathetically tried to move away from him. Even as he held you, your hand moved to his chest and pushed as you bit down on your tongue. It was pointless, though. He hardly budged, only squeezing you closer to him as his voice reached your ears. He looked at you almost sympathetically, but he stood either way. 

“Shh….ts…ay….keep-...afe,” (Shh, it's okay, I'll keep you safe.)

Now that he was standing, he swiftly moved the coat over you and started to move forward. It was a strange feeling, his tall stature almost alarming as your eyes looked down. He had to be at least 7-8 feet tall, and his body seemed to float as he moved quickly as he kept speaking. Something something something or whatever, it wasn't your top priority at the moment though.

You had given up fighting, your body going limp as you tried to hold onto whatever you had left of your consciousness. He felt warm pressed against you, one arm moving over you comfortingly as he rubbed your body. It wasn't in any way doing much for you nonetheless, only feeling numb from the previous pain inflicted on you. After trying to grab at the slipping thoughts in your mind, you tried your best to speak. 

Well, as best as you could anyway. The ringing in your ears refused to leave you alone as you barely felt your throat speak. You must have said something because he immediately looked down, tilting his head slightly. He faltered, if only for a moment before he stopped walking altogether. You must have spoken loudly enough though, which was something.

“...oul…ctured…ease….eep,” (your soul looks fractured, please get some sleep) It hurt, it really did. You were gasping to regain your breath, though it feels like every breath you took set your ribs on fire. Your mind was going blank, so you blink again, hearing other noises but not currently making sense of any of them. You wince a little as he speaks again. It feels uncomfortable and weird in his hold, but you're really in no condition nor do you have the will to fight it. 

Stars above, you're really tired. 

The fuzziness in your vision grew as your eyes fluttered shut. He did feel…nice, comforting to some extent. You had sunken more into the coat wrapped around you and felt lightheaded as you could hear your raspy breath over the faint sounds of what seemed to be a soft hush that mimicked actual speaking. And finally, you let your body succumb to sleep. What else could you do, anyway?

You poor thing, but don't fret. Reaper will make sure to take care of you, little dove.

Got sad about random stuff and now to cope I'm gonna ask what I should write some x reader content with? I'm putting some I haven't written much for here, and for this one I'm working on the Sanses here! I just want to write some fluff, y'know?