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can i pls order a pouty reader x edge, classic, and red???
the prompt can be whatever!! i just want to see how the skellys get us to crack. 😋😋💛💛
Hello! Thank you so much for your order. Here it is. Hope you enjoy. And please feel free to send more 😉😁
Sans (Classic): He wasn't sure what had caused you to get all pouty and usually he would think it was cute when you would get like this. However, he could tell you had had a bad day. So, he does what he does best. Joke around with prank and terrible puns until that smile he loves so much comes back on your face.
Red (Underfell Sans): Did he do this? No... you would tell him if he had fucked up and made you all pouty. He didn't like when someone else made you like that nor did he like you being upset. So, he sits down next to you and copies you. If that doesn't work you better believe he's tickling you until you beg for mercy.
Edge (Underfell Papyrus): Well he wasn't the cause of your sour mood, so you needed to knock it off. What could he do to make you happy again? Perhaps a home-cooked meal and watching your favorite movies. And just because it's you... he will give in and cuddle.
WARNING! MENTIONS OF PHYSICAL ABUSE AND DRUG ABUSE!!!
Tonight was a strange night. You had been invited to sleep over at your sister’s place since her fiancé was out of town for a work trip. Things went great. You two had girl time, watched movies, and caught each other up on what was happening in each others’ lives. The strange part happened when you went to bed.
You had nightmares. You haven’t had nightmares since you began to live with Sans and Papyrus. For some reason, they seemed to chase the nightmares away. Tonight, you dreamt about a night you had really hoped to forget.
Sitting in your boyfriend’s car, you checked yourself over in the mirror, his yelling drowned out by the sound of the engine as he raced down the street. Your hair had grown out some since you cut it, giving you a manic pixie look. Even more so with your natural pink color showing at the roots. A large, ugly bruise sat on your eye, spreading down to your cheek.
How did the argument get so out of hand? It was stupid question… you knew the answer. Luka wasn’t himself right now. Neither of you were. Withdrawals were kicking your asses. The two of you hadn’t had your fix in almost a week now. It was causing more arguments. A lot of them escalating to violence.
“Are you even listening to me? Fuck! You never listen!”
“Luka… please. I am so tired of fighting.” Bracing yourself for his anger, you asked a question that had been on your mind for a while now. “Shouldn’t we check ourselves into rehab? This could be a sign.”
“Rehab? Rehab?!”
There it was. The irrational anger. Even though you faced it before and knew it was coming, it still caused you to flinch.
“Did your sister put you up to this? She’s just trying to pull us apart again.”
“No. That’s not- Luka, we need help. I need help. If you don’t want to go, that’s fine. But, I’m going.”
“No. No! You can’t! If you go, you’ll see that I’m a pathetic piece of crap and leave me.”
“That isn’t true.”
“Yes it is!” Slamming his hands repeatedly on the stirring wheel, Lua sped the car up without realizing it during his tantrum.
Panic rising, you tried to calm him down or at the very least, get him to slow down. “Luka. You’re going too fast. Slow down or stop and we can talk about this.”
“Fuck! You can’t leave me! I-I need you! Do you understand that?”
“Luka. Luka please. You’re scaring me.”
No matter what you did or said, he just kept spiraling. He was too for gone to listen to reason. Before you could try and grab the wheel from him, there was the sound of a horn and a bright light.
“What a terrible thing to have happened…”
A new voice startled you awake. Yet… you were still inside your dream. You saw the two cars smashed together. Your and Luka’s mangled bodies laying on the street. The sound of sirens in the distance, but never getting any closer. It was a horrible moment stuck in time. As if somebody hit the pause button.
“Nightmare. Why would you show her something so traumatizing?”
“She’s been escaping me for years. It’s time she properly processes the shit show that was her former life.”
Turning to whoever was talking, you saw two skeletons arguing. A regal looking one, who was scolding the other one, who was covered in some sort of goo. Noticing you looking their way, the regal one smiled.
“Oh, goodness. You finally are able to lucid dream. Which means that we can officially meet. How exciting.”
Still very much confused, you looked between the two. “How… How are you two inside my dream?”
“Well, it’s more like reliving a memory. My name is Dream and this is my brother Nightmare. As our names suggest, we are able to manipulate the dreamscape.”
“And tonight I’m in charge.” Nightmare declared. “Ive been locked out for too long. Now, let’s relive another moment that brings you fear.”
~
“Why are we at the rehab center? If you wanted to scare me, you should have picked the hospital.”
Your hazy memories of your time at the rehab center were some of the best you had. It had been the start of your new life and where you met someone special. Only… you couldn’t remember their name or what they looked like.
Seeing Nightmare’s grin, it dawned on you. That was the scary part. That you couldn’t remember them. That it had been building since you left rehab.
Somehow over the years, it quieted to background noise. Until your wedding day. This person was who you were missing. There was a hole where your SOUL was and you didn't know how to find the only person who could fill it.
“Why are you doing this to me…?”
“Usually I wouldn’t approve of my brother’s methods. However, it seems you’re forgetting important things that brought you to where you are now.” Dream said, setting a reassuring hand on your shoulder. “If it becomes too much you can always wake up.”
He was right. As much as you hated it and knew it would hurt, you had to try and remember. Sighing in defeat, you stepped inside of the rehab center. You found your past self, fresh out of the hospital with bandages and bruises covering your body, along with a cast on your arm. Your past self was sitting in a chair for group therapy next to a static looking figure.
That must be the person you needed. The one you fell in love with hard and quick. Your first love after your disaster of a relationship. You not remembering them must be what sent you back into Luka’s arms…
“Loving the hair. It gives a crazy, hot mess vibe.”
“Totally what I was going for.”
That had been the first time you laughed in months. A total stranger had made you laugh with a single, sarcastic comment.
“Finally. Someone who gets my humor. Are you my soulmate?”
Snorting, you put your feet on your chair and hugged your legs, letting your cheek rest on your knees to look at them. “Sure. Why the hell not?”
You looked so… happy. Which only made seeing it hurt so much more. Who was this person? Would you ever see them again? At least their voice sounded clear, so that’s something you remember about them. So, maybe there was a bit of hope left.
The scene changed, showing you and this mystery person in your room. They had snuck in somehow and the two of you were sitting close on the floor, your knees knocking together on purpose.
“Why on earth would you brave the risks of sneaking out just to see me? I’m just some lowly human.”
That’s right. You were the only human in the rehab center. Which means you fell in love with a Monster. Which isn’t anything new or surprising. But for it to affect you to this level after such a heartbreak…?
“You are some lowly human. You’re my human. You better remember that.”
It was said like a joke but there was an edge of seriousness to it. How could you forget this? You wanted this back. You want them back. But how could you get them back?
When you woke up that morning, it was with tears streaming down your face. You had a lot more of your memory to unlock. Would Dream and Nightmare help you do that?
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A sharply dressed and… very sharp… skeleton Monster was standing in front of you, looking at you as if you were a disappointment.
“Oh, don’t mind Don. He’s always overly critical. I’m sure you two will bond in time. You two are very similar after all.”
“I highly doubt that.” Both you and Don said at the same time. Looking at each other, you both wore identical frowns.
“You just proved my point. You two will bond as future father and daughter before (Y/n) has to go back to school.”
“Yes, grandmother.”
“If we must.”
“GRANDMOTHER!”
“I will be taking my leave now.” Don said, plucking the coffee mug from your hand before leaving the room.
“Hey! That douche weasel took my coffee!”
“Douche weasel?”
“It’s the first thing that popped into my head.” Making a new cup of coffee, she let whoever called for your grandmother have her full attention.
“WE’VE FINISHED MOVING THE HAYBALES. WHAT IS NEXT?”
“You boys are just eager for work. All right, let’s see here…” Taking a moment to think, you could sense when her eyes turned to you.
Sighing a bit, knowing your coffee time was yet again about to be delayed, you set your mug down on the counter and turned back to face your grandmother and owner of the loud yet cheerful voice. It was a rather tall skeleton Monster. You got the feeling that you’d be seeing a lot of those around the house over the course of the next week.
“Papyrus, this is (Y/n). She is going to be one of your new sisters. You and Blue could help her take her things to her room.”
Stars appeared in Papyrus’ sockets as he probably buzzed with excitement. “YES! OF COURSE! WORRY NOT, DEAR SISTER! FOR I, Your Cool And Awesome Older Brother, PAPYRUS, SHALL HELP YOU CARRY YOUR THINGS. ALONG WITH YOUR OTHER COOL AND AWESOME, Yet Not As Awesome As Myself, BROTHER SHALL ASSIST AS WELL.”
You were completely floored. Usually your older brothers were either passive aggressive about it or just wouldn’t help you. This was a change you could get used to. “Um, thanks Papyrus.”
“ANYTIME YOU REQUIRE ASSISTANCE OF ANY KIND, FEEL FREE TO COME TO MYSELF OR BLUE. WE WOULD BE MORE THAN HAPPY TO HELP. BLUE! GRANDMOTHER HAS GIVEN US ANOTHER JOB!”
Following him into the other room, you opened the front door to a grinning skeleton a little taller than you, a bright smile on his face and light blue… orbs? Lights? Whatever they were turned into stars similarly to how Papyrus’ did.
“I take it that you’re Blue?”
“YES! I AM THE AMAZING BLUE. AND YOU MUST BE MY NEW LITTLE SISTER.”
“Forever the middle child… yep. I am one of your sisters- whoa!” You were not expected to be picked up in a bear hug.
Setting you down, his large grin never left his face. “SO, PAPYRUS. WHAT JOB HAS GRANDMA GIVEN US THIS TIME?”
“WE ARE TO HELP OUR SISTER TAKE HER THINGS TO HER ROOM. WHERE ARE YOUR THINGS, (Y/N)?”
“In my car. But it’s not a lot. Really. I can totally handle it.” Going to your car, you opened the trunk and realized just how much you actually brought with you. “...Maybe it’s more than I thought…”
“Seems Like You Might Actually Need Our Help, Huh, Little Sister?” Blue asked, a playful yet shit eating grin on his face.
Giving an over exaggerated sigh, you admitted defeat. “It would seem so. Would you two please help me? I didn’t think I had packed so much.”
(Inspired by @battlemaiden13's The Hitmans, The Heartthrobs, and The Other Guy)
(Tag List: @missh3h3)
“Now, are you sure you’ll be all right? Do you remember the plan? It’s not too late to get someone else to do it.”
Sitting in the car nearby where you’d be infiltrating, you rolled your eyes playfully at your dad’s worried ramblings. “Dad. I’ll be okay. Vixen hooked me up with this cool device that’ll completely change my appearance. I remember the plan. The worst that should happen is me getting into a fight.”
“Should. But not could. I don’t think my heart can handle another kidnapping.”
“Hey. You’re the one who wanted to be a cop. There are risks that come with this sort of thing. Which is why you insisted on all the training. It might stop me from getting taken but it will help keep me alive until I either get free or help comes.”
Letting out a tired sigh, he took you in his arms, chin on top of your head. “I know… but I’m dad first and a cop second. I’m going to worry.”
“I know…” squeezing him back, you sat back in your chair. Giving him a reassuring smile, you opened the door. “I’ll be careful.”
With that, you got out and walked to one of the blind spots at the back of the building, careful not to get caught on camera. Putting on the special necklace that your spider Monster friend made for you, you let the magic item do its job. You didn’t feel any different… What was it that she said about how it worked again?
“Now this is nothing but an illusion. A solid illusion, but an illusion none the less. You lose or break this necklace and you’ll go back to looking like you.”
Seems simple enough. Now, what did you currently look like? Looking down at yourself, you saw that your outfit changed from your well loved jeans and graphic t-shirt to black tight jeans with the left pant leg cut short and an off the shoulder long sleeved, dark purple shirt. Your converse had been traded out for combat boots.
Very Kisara inspired. Leave it to Vixen to model your disguise by one of your favorite anime characters. The only problem… you were in some of the colors of one of the Monsters’ gangs. Midnight purple and black belonged to a gang of loan sharks and went through members of both Monsters and humans like your sister went through boys…
Which meant you wouldn’t be questioned. Most people would steer clear of you since they were afraid of this group. It was a huge gamble with a large pay off if you got away with it. But if you were ever caught… you didn’t even want to think about it.
Now wasn’t the time to worry about that or start to second guess yourself. You could do this! Those poor, trafficked people were waiting for you to help them. Getting in was easy enough. With enough sass and confidence, no matter how much you had to fake it, it was convincing enough to make people afraid of you. No one questioned you like you expected and led you to a room to prepare for the fights.
Once you were alone, you let out a sigh of relief. Taking the bugs out of your bra, the wonderful extra pocket of women, you placed a couple around the room. Making sure they were out of sight, you left the room to plant more and hopefully map out a route to the captives. You were so focused on your side mission that you didn’t notice someone rounding the corner, running into them and knocking the both of you to the floor.
You were expecting to feel the cold, concrete floor. Instead, there was the feeling of something boney on the back of your head and waist, cushioning them. There was also the sense of weight on top of you. Slowly opening your eyes, you were surprised to come face to face with a sharp featured, handsome skeleton Monster. His red eye-lights staring into your own eyes.
Dread filled you as your brain finally registered who it was who was on top of you. The second most fearsome hitman in Ebott. So much for not getting into any trouble.
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It was a relaxed, chill day today. Leaving you kind of bored… You were so used to the chaos that a slow, relaxed day just didn’t feel right. You weren’t the only one feeling bored it seemed, as Edge was finding anything and everything to clean or organize. Wanting something to do and not wanting him to do all that work alone, you offered to help.
Somehow during your cleaning, you got on the topic of near death experiences. Standing on a stool to put back the books from when Edge dusted the book shelf, you told him all about some of your brushes with death.
“You already heard about how I survived a war, but I never did tell you about my own near death experiences have I?”
“YOU MEAN THERE WAS MORE THEN ONE?”
“Oh, yeah. There were lots. I was dumb, reckless teenager who wanted to rebel. Of course there was more than one. Though, the major ones weren’t my fault…”
Not noticing his concerned expression, you continued. “There was this one time in high school when I got invited to hang out with my ex-fiance, back before we got together, and his friends. We got drunk and went to the bridge that leads to Mount Ebott.”
“I Do Not Like Where This Is Going…”
“Yeah… I’m not a fan of what happens next either.”
“Hey, (Y/n). You're a dancer. Give us a performance.”
“Cecelia had somehow talked me into standing on the railing of the bridge and dancing for everyone.”
It had all went really well for the most part, which was surprising given how drunk you had been. “It was a great performance until I slipped during a turn and fell into the water.”
“THAT’S HORRIBLE! DID THEY AT LEAST PULL YOU OUT?!”
“I don’t think so… My memory is kind of hazy so I don’t remember what they look like, but a strange man saved me. At the time, I believed that it had been Luka. However, when I asked him about it early in our relationship he said that he was freaking out with the others. Although, he did call 9-1-1.”
“...What Other Ways Did You Get Hurt…?”
You were quiet for a moment, trying to sort through all the times you had almost died. Times you didn’t want to think about because they seemed a little too planned. Where you knew it was dangerous but you went along with it anyway. At least the bridge story you could blame on being a dumb, drunk teenager trying to fit in.
“I don’t think I want to talk about those…”
And you didn’t. You and Edge worked while he instead told you stories about his life in his and Red’s Underground. It was a nice little bonding day for the two of you. You even worked together to make dinner and dessert, each teaching the other how to make your signature dishes.
~
Reaper knew he shouldn’t be watching you. He knew it was wrong… but he couldn’t help himself. You were so interesting…
When he had first met you, you had been so cold. He was sure you had been dead. Your skin was unnaturally pale, your lips had turned blue, you were breathing, and your heart had stopped. No one was around to help you.
Yet, your eyes had opened and you looked straight at him. Getting over his initial shock, Reaper realized that your SOUL was responding to your will to keep living, giving you a fighting chance and Reaper a choice. A choice he’s never had before.
Your eyes were unfocused, glazed over, yet still so expressive. There was a spark of determination and stubbornness in them. It was something so beautiful. He was sure your SOUL would be just as beautiful.
He never got to take your SOUL that day. Paramedics had shown up and brought you back to life. Reaper was sure that would be the last time you two would see each other. At least for a long time, that you would forget all about him. But, no. Fate had other plans in mind.
It had only been a couple of months when Reaper saw you again. You had changed so much in that short time that it was almost startling. You had lost an alarming amount of weight and your hair was cut very short and choppy as if you had done it yourself. When he found you, it was in a bathroom, tear streaks on your face and an empty pill bottle next to you.
There were a couple different kinds of pills on the floor. Almost as if you had intentionally mixed them together in this bottle for some reason. What had led you down this path in your second chance at life? Why was Reaper here again so soon looking down at your lifeless body?
Expect, you weren’t lifeless like he thought. There was the faintest raise and fall of your chest. You were still alive. But just barely… He had a choice again. Let you live or give you another chance at life.
He picked life. He did it again, again, and again. And he would always pick life. At least, he thought he would. When he found you after the car crash, he thought about putting you out of your misery once and for all. Someone obviously wanted you dead and he selfishly kept letting you live just so you could be put through so much pain time and time again. His hesitation kept you alive, however, and allowed you to finally fix your life.
After that day, he kept a close eye on you just to make sure you didn’t have any more close brushes with death. The threat to your life seemed to disappear and you were healthy and well once again. He had nothing to worry about.
That is… until the day the explosion happened. Reaper was afraid he would have to go and reap your SOUL and never get the chance to actually meet you. Until he saw Echo taking care of you. She was one of the best doctors there were. You were in good hands and pulled out of it with nothing but a minor panic attack and some scars.
Now, if only he could figure out what was endangering your life… while there was beauty in death, he wanted to keep that beauty you brought to life.
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