I said a while ago I’d make something for Reader working at a bakery because I MYSLEF am staging right now. It’s almost been two months, and my knees are destroying me, so,
Headcanons for Sanses x Reader who has joints trouble because of work!
Under the cut: Sans, Red, Blue, Killer, Dust, Horror, Nightmare.
Classic
* As soon as the pain starts, he notices.
* His eye-lights get sliiiiightly smaller whenever you go for sit down and your knees crackle and pop like glowsticks. When he asks if they hurt, you deny, but still. It sounds painful.
* Still new to this whole ‘humans having skeletons inside them’ thing, but he remembers whenever your joints pop, and the more time passes, the less he’s freaked out.
* At first, he just makes you sit to rest when you’re home, locks you down for cuddles or impromptu movie nights- where you primarily sleep, by the way- but the joints get worse as time goes on, and he’ll start looking more and more into it. If he realizes you re starting to feel pain, he might suggest going to a physiotherapist.
* When he finally sees you’re having trouble walking, he starts looking into pain-relief methods. At one point, he asks Toriel to make you special blends of teas for pain.
* Casually asks you how your knees are doing once a week, but with the teas working, he gradually asks less.
* When he starts working as a scientist on the surface he starts having the same problems, having to be on his feet for longer than he is used to, and tea-time starts turning into bonding time.
Red
* the reason he’s notices is because he comes home earlier than you, working as a mechanic. He listens for your keys, and smiles wider as he hears you come in.
* With time, he actually eavesdrops to get a feeling of how bad your joints are hurting. Sigh means they’re kind of okay, a low hiss means you might need at least two hours of sitting down before actually functioning, and he’s ready for it. Console hooked up, movies prepared, the works.
* The reason he’s not surprised about you actually having bones is because, as soon as he learned humans had skeletons, he started doing the whole “want another one inside you?” joke. Someone stop him. Now.
* Won’t look for remedies within the monster community unless it’s his brother Edge who personally brews up something for you. Has a hard time trusting store-bought medicinals, since the side-effects bother him.
* On one occasion, you went to the bathroom as soon as you came back home and cried. He heard.
* The next morning, your alarm mysteriously went missing, and you slept in. When you woke up, he had answered a call from your boss, painting up this dramatic story of you getting a sprained ankle coming back home.
* He almost got you fired, but you appreciated the gesture and agreed he wouldn’t do it again. Maybe.
Blue
* He’s always on the move, since he’s a police officer, so he knows how hard it can be to have some painful days. With time, he’s grown numb to it, but he soon realizes the adaptability of humans is much, much slower and painful.
* He reads up on stories from older folks and actually gets scared for you.
* Probably the first to actually get you what you need, having Chara always on speed dial and all. Asgore makes the perfect blend of teas for you, as per his request, and even manages to tweak it to your tastes. He might start getting into tea-brewing as well.
* Besides the monster tea helping you, he might start forcing you into doing more exercise. When you tell him you both walk and run enough at your job, he goes “so?”
* Stretch might help you convince him not to make you exercise, but sooner or later he’s going to make you do Yoga.
* Even you don’t know how, but one day you’ll both be stretching and twisting on yoga mats, and you’ll think back to when he let you laze around out of pity and cry.
* “What’s wrong, love? Do your knees hurt?”
* Give him some nasty looks and he might let you skip a lesson or two. Don’t overdo it, or you might desensitize him.
Killer
* Doesn’t take it seriously.
* “Here’s your ‘welcome home’ gift.”
* And it’s a cane. Your favourite wood, nice, decorated rims, and a cleaning kit. “You can’t be serious.”
* You start using it.
* After a couple of weeks, he says you might be an old soul. When you don’t stop using it, he starts taking it seriously. As seriously as he can, anyway.
* He gets you painkillers, makes your cane disappear, and gets you a good pair of shoes. Are they stolen? Probably.
* “I did it for you- because I love you.”, he means it, you know he does, but you remind him he has the money to actually buy them.
* On one particular occasion, he decides he wants to sleep in your room. You don’t deny him, since he rarely decides he wants to sleep together, and you let him in.
* When your alarm rings, you go to get up.
* You can’t.
* His boney, spindly arms are locked in around your torso, and you spend a good half-hour wrestling and laughing until you miss the chance to clock in at work.
* He smiles, satisfied, as he watches you dial your boss’s number. Whether you forgive him or not depends on you.
Dust
* At first, you think he doesn’t care.
* You soon learn he does.
* Painkillers on your nightstand, healing balms, the works.
* One day, you finally see him refill some of the warm band-aids, and decide to confront him.
* “How did you know? Why are you getting me all this?”
* “Papyrus said he noticed you were in pain.” He stays silent for a long time, eye-lights almost completely hidden by his hood. They shift, slowly, until he locks eyes with you. “And you need me”
* From then on, he remains of few words. He sits closer when you can rest on the couch, moves heavier things for you and, for the first time since you met him, he vacuums.
* You’re not ashamed to say you took a few pictures.
* Somewhere close by, Papyrus is celebrating.
Horror
* When your joints start popping, he stares, long and hard. He knew humans had skeletons, since he butchered too many to count, but to hear yours was pleasant, in a way.
* It made you and him alike.
* Your expressions are what alerts him something is wrong.
* “Are you hurt?” The question is slow, quiet, barely audible through the audio coming from the Tv. The screen flickers, and you shrug, sprawled on the couch. “Kind of. Not really.”
* Anyway, he starts picking you up.
* You get home and he’s at the door, ready to carry you around wherever you may need for the next two to three hours. Crooks is happy, seeing his brother moving for a change, and you get to rest your legs enough for them to function again.
* If you don’t want to get picked up, you can tell him. He’ll listen. He’ll hover, but he’ll listen.
* “I’ll carry that for you.” “I can do it.” “You can’t” “I said I can,” “Your knees still hurt.”
* *crack*
* The object is plucked from your hands and you get placed on the couch like you’re made of porcelain. If you try to get up, it’s Crooks who stops you.
* “Please, Human. I Must Ask That You Don’t Ruin This Moment For Me.” He has tears in his eye sockets as Horror takes the laundry basket up the stairs. Crooks hands you monster candy, making a shushing noise. “Alright, alright…”
Nightmare
* The first who notices.
* He feels it in you, the ache that makes that uncomfortable feeling bubble up in your soul.
* Has no issues guessing where the hurt is coming from, and he might try to convince you to quit your job. If he can’t persuade you, he’s certain you’ll change your mind when the pain gets worse.
* Your human stubbornness is what baffles him.
* While you sleep, he tries to massage the pain out of your knees, but with little results.
* If any type of issue arises at work, he’ll try to worm his way into your head to make you hate the place.
* “Why can’t they hire a person to do that? It’s unfair to fill your schedule up with such nonsense, isn’t it?”
* “Hasn’t that issue arisen before? Why haven’t they fixed it?”
* “You really shouldn’t be as tolerant as you are. They’re the ones in the wrong, aren’t they?”
* If you’re with him, you have to be able to draw the line. A simple “I can handle myself,” could do, but it’s gonna be hard to shake him off. He has all the arguments in the world.
* “I love this job.” He remains silent for a second two, three, then speaks, “you do?” “A lot.”
* He caves and gets you monster food that’s suited for injuries and minor traumas. He’s going to be salty about it for a while, so you might need to get onto his good side again.
* Not that it’s hard. I mean, you’re You.
Was I too embarrassed to make such a complicated ask to my favourite writers? Yes. Yes I was. Take this junk and roll with it everybody. feather out.
