heya! for your gyftmas mistletoe special id like to request Underfell Papyrus! If he was already chosen however id like you to change it to someone that wasnt (like Horrortale Sans or Swapfell Papyrus) Hope thats okay!
@candy-anon-imagines - figured I'd combine these two.
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Boss is... quite frankly, adorable.
You'd never say it to his face, stars forbid, you value your hearing a little too much for that. And others would look at you like you're insane for using such an adjective on the tall grump of a skeleton, but you know him better.
Which is why you have to hold back the urge to tease him when he presents you with a tray of your favorite cookies on Gyftmas, despite that they're his least favorite... and probably most people's.
Peanut butter oatmeal.
Bee and Midas bitch and moan about the lack of sugar cookies, but you happily stuff your face while thanking Boss - who simply flushes and makes some sort of excuse about how he didn't have the ingredients for the other cookies anyways. You'd call bullshit, but like you said, he's adorable.
And, you've set a trap for him.
Just as he puts another batch in the oven, you sidle up next to him to watch him work, leaning against the island.
"Thanks again for the cookies, I feel like I should thank you tenfold, given all the gripes you're getting because of me."
"I TOLD YOU, I JUST HAPPENED TO HAVE THE INGREDIENTS-"
"Uh huh."
"DON'T MAKE ME REGRET BAKING YOU ANYTHING, I STILL HAVE TIME TO BURN THESE NEXT ONES."
"You would never burn something in Vant's precious oven."
His shoulders slump in defeat and you finally get a smile from him.
"You Got Me There."
"I got you here, too." You point above you both, to the mistletoe you planted here earlier. He follows your gesture, only to glance back down at you with a raised bone-brow.
Would Ash(ley) and Poplar give Plant-based meat substitutes a chance- since it's not actual meat- or would be all the NOPE with it? (This is needed for fanfic science)
as long as it doesn’t look, taste, or smell like meat then they will eat it :)
What would Ash and Yrus' soulmate mark mark be??? What would their s/o's mark be??? (I may have recently read Make Your Mark and dived deep into Undergloom...)
I kinda don’t want to say because I do plan on updating that fic for the AUs I’ve added since I’ve written it which knowing my writing/update speed is probably a very disappointing answer lmao
Working the drive through late at night was… interesting. On weekends especially, you frequently got cars full of drunk people wanting their junk food fixes, but unable to get their order out quite right. Usually, the designated driver of the car had to wrangle their order together, which made for some very funny conversations.
Still, sometimes you got a completely sober, exhausted sounding person at one am, usually getting off a late shift at work themselves. You tried to make life as easy as possible for those people because you knew the feeling.
“can i get a, uh, number four?” A deep, tired-sounding voice came over the speaker.
“What size would you like that in?” you questioned, hand poised over the buttons of the register.
“large.”
You quickly entered his meal and told him the total before turning toward the window in preparation to take his money. Given how dead it was, his order was the only one on call, so at least he wouldn’t have to wait long.
Seeing the car pull up, you glanced at your register. “Alright sir, that’ll be 6.74,” you reached out your hand to take the money and his hand felt oddly… hard as he dropped the cash into your hand. Looking up curiously, you nearly dropped his payment. “Oh my god, you’re a skeleton.”
Blank eye sockets underlined by bags stared at you for a moment before his skull nodded. The skeletal man was wearing a security guard outfit, a cigarette hanging out of his jaw precariously.
“Did I just say that out loud?” you questioned, face burning. Quickly counting his money and handing him back his change, you gave him a sheepish smile. “I’m sorry, that was rude, uh…”
The skeletal man shrugged. “whatever.”
“No, but, ug, give me a second.” Pulling back from the window, you opened the tiny fridge next to you and pulled out a pie and, after a moment of contemplation, another one. Just as you were about to hand them to him his meal was finished, so you stuck the pies in his take out bag before passing them through the window. “I hope you like pie!”
He gave you an odd look.
You rubbed the back of your neck. “Uh, I put some apology pies in your bag. If you’d like something else I can get it, I just feel bad-”
“thanks,” he said, starting up his car.
As he sped off out of the drive through, you shouted out a, “Have a nice night!” before face-palming. “I am a terrible person.”
The next day you met the same skeleton, this time with him behind the window.
He gave you a blank stare, “oh, my stars, you’re a human.”
What would a lamias' in lamiatale nests be made of? (Sorry if this was asked.) Also, water-snake Undyne, horned/desert-snake Alphys, and Capricorn-like Toriel, Asgore, and Asriel lamias. (Not sure what snake Mettaton/Napstabot would be...)
I was thinking their nests would be made of whatever materials in their area that they like. Leaves, other greenery, twigs or sticks. The leaves and other greenery would be used to make it more comfortable. The sticks would serve as structure. The cleanlier lamia would trade out the leaves for fresh ones when they die and get too crunchy. The lazier lamia don’t mind the crunch so they just leave it.
My imaginations kinda sound more like bird nests but the lamia aren’t just regular snakes. They kinda just prefer this kind of nest but tweak it into their own thing so it’s not exactly a bird nest. It’s kind of like a mix? Maybe?
This might differ for some of them though, depending on what type of snake I decide they are in the headcanons. I’m considering Ut Pap and Us Sans having their nests hanging from the tree limb. They would make absolutely sure it’s sturdy and they won’t build it extremely high. They just like the view.
Ut Sans and Us Pap would just have simple ground nests.
I kind of like the idea of the Uf bros building their nests in a small cave. They like it because it provides more privacy and they’re more hidden this way.
The Sf bros would also have tree nests. Blackberry likes the view of course but the height also provides safety. Rus is focused more on the safety than the view.
I might need to revisit these ideas after I’ve chosen a type of snake for all of them. Or I might just leave it to matching their personalities and how things are in their universes. This is already what I was aiming at with the caves and tree nests for the Uf and Sf bros because their universes are a harsh environment. I just haven’t made a final decision yet.
As for the other characters, I’m not planning on doing lamia of Undyne or Alphys and I don’t do the goat fam or robots at all. But those snakes you picked for Alphys and Undyne are perfect. Especially the horned desert snake. I love it.
Finally managed to crank this out, phew! This was a lot of fun to write, thanks to @candy-anon-imagines for letting me write some sweet polyamorous fluff with my SF!Paps and US!Paps. I hope you like it! <3
The rain hits the dark asphalt gently, the smell rising up to your nose. It's neither pleasant nor particularly repulsive; just a neutral scent that you know comes with the season. It's nearly summer, but spring has decided to sprinkle it's last bit of showers on you before it gives out.
Your clothes are coated with rain shine as you approach, letting your shoulders go slack with relief when you reach the door. Work was - well, it was work, and you're glad to be away. It'll be so nice to just slip into your pajamas, watch movies with your boyfriends.. Yeah, there's no place li --
"boo."
You yelp at the sudden appearance of Cherry in the doorway. He's got his plum coloured beanie on his head, his favourite hoodie on, and a cheeky grin directed at you. He looks so proud that he's caught you by surprise, and he only laughs and wraps his arms around you when you playfully try to push him to the side.
"welcome home, honey." He takes his sucker out of his mouth to kiss the top of your head. His browbones raise at the wetness of your hair. "wow, was the weather man actually correct today? it's raining?"
You rest your head against his chest, reveling in the warmth. He smells like the slow, sticky sweetness of honey and his cherry flavoured suckers. It is a comfort like no other. "Yeah, just a little though.." A beat of silence, and then, "Wait, how come you don't know that it's raining? Have you not been outside at all today?"
When you pull away just enough to see his face, it's got a sheepish grin on it. "nah."
"What! What about the groceries for tonight?"
A shrug. "used a shortcut. didn't wanna miss out on my favourite human's return, after all." He punctuates this with a tightening of his arms around you, effectively tugging you back into a full embrace once more.
You roll your eyes despite the fact that you've fallen right back into the hug without a fuss. You feel him nuzzle your hair, causing you to smile and knock your head against his hoodie again. It's different, coming home to greetings like this. You know no matter what that there would always be someone here to do so, with this boyfriend being such a homebody. Speaking of boyfriends...
There's the crackle of magic behind you, and your smile grows as another pair of longer, more scarred arms wind around you both from behind. Above you, Cherry's grin stretches wider.
"honey, i'm home." You hear. The mass behind you squishes you closer to Cherry. You look up to see Hound place a chaste kiss on the other's teeth. He turns to you without pause and grants you one as well.
The tallest skeleton looks between your reddening faces and chuckles. "what?"
"you're a big sap, that's what."
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It'd taken you all about five minutes to leave the living room, with you insisting that you needed to change out of your work clothes. The boys agreed to set up the table and order dinner as you did so.
But when you return, you get something unexpected. The television is on, but there's no selection menu on screen. The pizza is magically already on the coffee table, steaming and ready to eat along with the small bowls of various snacks.. The only thing missing is the two monsters you're to be watching with. You look around, opening your mouth to call out to them -
and then you hear it. Music. It drifts to your ears, the tune barely audible at first.. but it's familiar. You make your way to the kitchen doorway, taking care to listen. Hound's soft, unmistakable laugh makes your heart stutter in your chest and you peek around the corner as soon as you reach it.
Both boys are there, each with a smile on their face. Cherry's humming along to the song - which you can now see is playing from his phone speaker on the table - with loose arms around Hound's waist. The taller skeleton is just observing him with an amused crinkle to his sockets, allowing the other to move them back and forth in a.. Swaying motion?
You slip in to lean on the door frame, catching his eye. You share a look as he slings his arms around the other's shoulders.
"aren't we supposed to be microwaving popcorn?" He asks. The mischievous glint in his sockets is missed entirely as Cherry just half slumps against him in response. You tip toe behind, steps covered by the music and subsequent humming.
"we'll do it in a - NYEH!" The startled sound is squeezed out of him as you hug his middle. He spends a moment spluttering, attempting to regain enough composure to finish his sentence.
But he's frozen mid sway, caught between your giggles and Hound's surprised laughter at the reaction. Cherry lets out an exaggerated groan, letting his skull lull back. His cheekbones are red with embarrassment. "..i deserved that."
Face hidden in the fabric of his hoodie, you let out more muffled laughter. "You did. No dancing on the job!"
"but baaabe..."
"You weren't even dancing anyway! You were just standing there."
At this, Cherry shifts in his trap so that he's facing you. His grin is partially hidden by Hound's arms. "well, let's dance properly then."
"What? Pap, the pizza's gonna get cold!"
He just nods over at his phone, ignoring your words. "this is a good song for it. Rus, honey, can you - "
Hound is already by the counter, fiddling with the little flip phone. The volume of the song grows and Cherry slips an arm around your waist, taking your other hand in his own. You shake your head at him in an attempt to display your exasperation, but it falls flat with the accompanying smile. "Fine, fine."
There's a quite a bit of laughter, shuffling and toe-stepping until you get the hang of it - which is alright, considering Cherry only jokes lightly about your combined left feet.
"okay, this wa - wait, no." His torso bumps into yours and you stumble for a moment, thankfully kept upright by the now flustered skeleton. It's sort of funny seeing him like this; to most, he's the cool dude with the beanie and the smart quips. The guy that literally pulls things out of his sleeve if you ask him if he's got anything up there - But as of now, he's a blushing monster worried about stepping on your small, delicate human feet. "sorry."
"Hey, we're still the best on the dance floor." You reassure him, winking as he likes to do. "No biggie."
His face brightens and you see the Cherry you know and love: Slightly awkward, very anxious, but terribly charming and sweet.
Once you've settled, the playful air does too. And similar to how you were at the doorway, your heads settle on each other easily. The feeling from earlier returns; The feeling of comfort, of safety. It's like being tucked in by your favourite blankets, surrounded by the essence of home.
It's there, so tangible, and it lingers when you both step back and his phalanges loosen enough for your fingers to slip away. You look at him with a question in your eyes, ready to tell him that there's still some of the song left, when another set replaces them. They twirl you around to face the owner, who quirks a smile and smoothly takes Cherry's place.
With Hound, there's barely any misplaced step; perhaps because he's used to navigating the tall, lankiness of his own body. His hold is gentle but firm, grounding you to the present with softness.
Of course, you inevitably step on one of his feet. Quickly righting yourself, you curse quietly and look up to apologize.
But Hound's sockets are free of any irritation. In fact, there's no trace of anything but love and utter adoration. He laughs - really laughs - at the hang of your jaw. Your heart does that thing again when he meets your eyes. "it's okay. just one step at a time, sugar."
"Ah - yeah." You mutter. You've noticed over the course of your time together that Hound has a talent for rendering you speechless with no words at all. It's laughable out of context, really. But you're certain that if you placed anyone in your position right now, they'd be the same. Hound constantly radiates tenderness, hope; the kind that soothes any ache, any sorrow. His mere presence is a balm over the wounds in your soul.
Lyrics wash over you as he cradles you close. The chorus is whispered softly into your hair after he kisses the top of your head, and it makes you wonder how a world like his could have possibly produced this lovely a monster.
As the song comes to a close, you're ready to melt into the floor right there. Hound doesn't let go of you when you drop your hand, drawing you closer instead. He tucks your head securely under his chin and you feel Cherry come up and join the embrace. You bask in each other, movies and pizza and snacks long forgotten; Because what would it add, really? You sigh, contented.
If I may follow up with my first Undertail University ask with this: How would US!Sans, US!Papyrus, and SF!Papyrus deal with the same Demisexual student who is able to fully trust them now and, albeit a bit shyly, being seductive and informing them in a (hopefully) sexy way that they're ready to have some sexy-fun-time.
Undertail University
Professor Blue
Blue is so proud of you and is glad that he gained your trust! He’s very enthusiastic to have sex with you and no matter where you are (if you’re comfortable) he will bend you over and give you a reward for trusting him.
Professor Stretch
Great! Let’s celebrate with sex. He still values you as his closest student since he had a chance to get to know you. But that doesn’t mean you’re gonna get special treatment!
Librarian Rus
That wonderful sweetheart. Rus gives you a toothy grin and of course, starts grinding on your slowly. He takes the whole thing slow, just in case you want to change your mind. But because he’s close to you know, you never have to pay library fees.
