Can we please have UT/UF/US/SF skelebros realizing that they're in love (before or after they're in a relationship)
Sans: What? No, he doesn’t love you. Not like that anyway. He just thinks you’re great, and smell nice, and your smile makes him smile. Not that fake smile either, the real one that’s so beautiful it hurts. And he wants you to be happy more than he wants his soul to beat, and every time he thinks about you he gets this warm feeling in his creaky old bones, and he wants to kiss your mouth. But, I mean, he doesn’t love you. And even if he did - not that he does - there’s no way you could feel the same way about him. So it’s a non-issue really.
Until, of course, you get together. And he doesn’t know what the Hell you’re thinking but he has embraced whatever brand of madness made you decide this was a good idea. It is a soft realization, a dawning acceptance, as he finally acknowledges what has been in his soul for a while now. He loves the shit out of you.
Papyrus: He is a person who falls in love easily, and isn’t afraid to show it. He probably told you that he loves you even before you two got together. And it’s true!! He loves his friends and datemates alike!
But he knows you’re special one day when you leave. Wow, he misses you already. Why don’t we live together yet? And then it just… clicks. His vision of the future has you in it; it has for a while, he realizes. He loves you. He loves you!!! He calls you immediately to gush about how important you are to him, how precious and loved you are, and how happy you make him. If he can hold back from proposing there and then he is doing so soon enough. And whatever happens he’s going to start acting as if you already live with him. He might start relocating your things without asking.
Red: I do not think any of us anticipate this going well. Sitting behind bars, Red realized this is true love.
No crosswalk in sight, but no cars either. You quickly grab Red’s hand and step out onto the blacktop, head still on a pivot just in case. So it’s really a surprise you didn’t see the cop until he was right there, arms crossed and frowning thunderously. Red’s knowledge of street laws is pretty rudimentary: don’t run somebody over, no matter how slowly they’re walking. That he learned with Boss the hard way. But he really doesn’t get what the problem is, and this Cop is stressing his babe out. He doesn’t like seeing you nervous. He puts a hand on your elbow, glaring at the cop. “are you fucking serious? c’mon buddy there aren’t even any cars around, what’s the big deal?” The cop does not like his tone, and probably the fact that he’s a monster. Red does not like the cop not liking him, and how agitated his S/O probably is by this point. One thing leads to another, and he’s in handcuffs for obstruction of justice.
God fucking dammit. His S/O has got to be so upset right now. That is the opposite of what he wants, ever. In fact, during that whole thing with the police officer he was more pissed that he was being a dick to you than a dick in general, or even to him. The cops are like the guards Underground and he knew damn well that other than- ok, sort of including Papyrus, they were all assholes. And…. do not treat people the best. When he saw that cop bearing down on you he wanted to throw his arm over you, growl and bare his teeth, crush you to him, because you’re HIS and he’ll be damned if some- FUCK!!! He’s…. he’s got it bad doesn’t he? He really loves them… shit, if they ever talk to him again. He kind of ruined your night.
Edge: He doesn’t fall in love quite as easily as Papyrus, but it’s close. Though he’s also much less likely to show it than Papyrus, or admit it even to himself. So chances are he won’t really know for a while.
Edge can tell you’ve had a bad day; the way you move your bones must be lead in your flesh, and he can almost see the bags under your eyes weighing your face down. He is immediately rushing to lay you in bed, getting you a blanket, some lasagna, whatever drink you like, fussing over you like only a Papyrus can. “IS THERE ANYTHING ELSE YOU NEED?! GOOD! PLEASE CALL ME IF YOU NEED ANYTHING ELSE!!”
The whole time Sans is watching, laughing at the big strong monster coddling you like a mother hen. “SANS?! WHAT IS SO FUNNY?!” “it’s nothing Boss, jus’ cute how much you care.” “SANS!! YOU KNOW PERFECTLY WELL I AM NEVER CUTE! WE’VE TALKED ABOUT THIS!’ “yeah yeah, whatever you say.”
Papyrus storms off, huffing and puffing, until he slams the door to his room shut. But then he gently swings it back open in case you call for his aid; he cannot allow you to wait for even a minute, or strain your voice yelling very loud. ……….. fuck. He does care. Until you are gone, health fully restored and a container of lasagna under your arm, he has a slight persistent blush every time he allows his eyes to linger on you. He loves you……. he has to go into the forest to scream for a few hours.
Blue: He’s always known. The moment he got the first flicker of warmth in his soul upon looking at you he recognized and accepted it, embraced it even. He has always wanted to be in love!
It happens in a quiet moment, cooking a sweet treat that the King recommended. There was an… accident with the confectioner’s sugar and it is absolutely everywhere, you are both on the floor, and you are giving him your best ‘I told you so’ look. “HEHE… MWEHEHEHE!!!! Y-Y-YOU LOOK LIKE HAPSTA’S COUSIN!!” So does he! You both look like ghosts, bathed in white, but soon there are tracks in the sugar going down Blue’s cheeks as he shakes with laughter. You’re laughing now too, doubled over. God you’re beautiful like this. “HUMAN…. YOU ARE AS SWEET AS THIS SUGAR!!”
Honey: You two are just chilling on the couch when he realizes. You’re laying on him, on his chest as he is wont to put you. Tenderly he brushes your hair back, careful not to get the strands caught between his joints. If he focuses he can feel the thump of your heart against his sternum, his soul aching to settle into the same rhythm. He wants you to be like this forever. Here, with him. With a smile he leans down to press a kiss to your forehead, pulling you closer. “hey honey bunches… you’re special to me, ya know that?”
Black: He realizes that he loves you when he starts showering you in gifts. He’s a pretty material person, and emotionally constipated to the extreme. When he wants to show how important you are to him he just shoves something sparkly and expensive in your hands and calls it a day. It’s like an itch; if you two are out and he sees something neat he Needs to give it to you immediately. He’s like a little kid with a neat rock; he likes it so he gives it to you. If he tries to suppress the urge he vibrates with the pent up impulse until he gives in.
IF THERE’S A PRIZE FOR ROTTEN JUDGEMENT I GUESS I’VE ALREADY WON THAT. NO S/O IS WORTH THE AGGRAVATION. THAT’S ANCIENT HISTORY, BEEN THERE, DONE THAT! Who dy’you think you’re kidding? They’re the earth and heaven to you. Try to keep it hidden, Black we see right through you! Boy you can’t conceal it, we know how you’re feeling. Who you thinking of? NO CHANCE, NO WAY, I WON’T SAY IT, NO, NO!!!
Puppy: He hasn’t gotten out of bed in…. a while. It’s all started to blend together, honestly. His bones feel cemented in place, too heavy to lift even an inch. Nevertheless, when his phone gives a little ping he groans and reaches for it, motions slow as molasses. ‘Hey, are you free?’
Is he really doing this? It’s a bright sunny day, and just the thought of how light out it is has him hissing a bit. But your smile is brighter… if he gets out of bed he will get to see you smile.
With a creak of bones and a low groan he pries himself off of his sheets, shuffling into the bathroom. There’s no way he’s getting in the shower right now, the way things are he would never leave it again. A whore’s bath will do, he thinks, as he runs water over a rag. Ugh, there is a light dusting of chalky powder over his bones, that is how long it’s been since he bathed. It’s even a little tacky in places. He needs to get his life together. Remember, you’re doing this for them.
Despite all of this… when he drags himself out of the house and sees you for the first time that day…. he feels a flutter of happiness in his chest. It was worth it.