#undertale x reader

Now, cis white women getting content made for them is OBVIOUSLY not the issue here. People write for their personal interests, and there is nothing wrong with that. We all know this, and we all enjoy a fun story with our favorite characters centering around us.

The main issue here is the mentioned women not tagging their content properly, refusing to tag their content properly, straight up lying in the tags or not tagging things at all.

Trans men, nonbinary people, trans women, gay men, disabled people, fat people, intersex people and many people of color or non-american readers are constantly left out of fandom space and forgotten entirely. I've seen hundreds of complaints about it, and it needs to be spoken about more. While I'm on specifically talking about the fanfiction part of it, it is a VISIBLE issue in every fandom space you could possibly partake in. I don't even need to explain to you the rampant racism and transphobia in the cosplay community.

And the fix is extremely easy! TAG YOUR THINGS PROPERLY. It is the easiest, simplest form of allyship one could do for the community, and it goes miles. However, a lot of you seem to not understand how to, even if your heart is in the right place.

How to tag your fanfiction for the general audience:

- Specify the gender of the reader. This goes MUCH farther than just what pronouns are used. I've read WAY too many fanfics that tell me it is gender neutral, only to be hit with nicknames like "princess", or to be told the intended reader loves dresses and wears a bra.

- In tags or a prior description, mention every nickname used for the reader and every possibly gendered descriptor. It's really not difficult, and doesn't take too long.

- If necessary, mention what style of clothes the reader is specified to wear. And if this applies as well, specify any highlighted personality traits you gave the reader.

- Specify the body of the reader. This also goes much farther than gender. "Afab" and "amab" don't exactly cut it. Many people are triggered by certain words connected to genitals, so specify what words are used for those as well! Also, if you are trying to write a gender neutral body, PLEASE specify whether it is entirely gender neutral or something is implied. Many say it is gender neutral, and then explain how the reader's body self lubricates, or even has a clitoris. Please do better than that.

- For the love of God, do not automatically feminize the "GN afab" reader you wrote without a warning, and PLEASE MENTION if breasts are even spoken of, let alone used for smut reasons. And do NOT refer to someone's body as having "fem" or "male" genitalia. just say vagina or penis, please.

- Specify what body type you had in mind. Many fat or even slightly chubby individuals need to look for fanfiction that specifically caters to them, because "neutral body reader" writers, tend to not make it neutral. If you have any specifics on whatever you have written for the body mentioned, do tag it!

- Specify what sort of skin tone or hair texture is mentioned, if at all. Many POC complain that they read neutral fiction just to find straight hair, pale skin, light eyes, and blushing faces to be mentioned. If any color of the body is mentioned at all, or anything is implied, do say so! This also can go for specific things you may not think about, like how long it takes hair to dry, how easy it is to brush, hairstyles and other things of the sort.

It may seem like a bit of a list, but this is really the LEAST you can do for your community. We are consistently forgotten and ignored anywhere we go, and the simple things like this truly mean a lot.

- If there is an implied location, or anything to imply a place of origin, it's best to be on the safe side and mention that if it feels important.

- Please tag if you put the reader through, or mention a past traumatic event. Casually putting the reader character through things like an abusive ex, abusive parents, bad home or work life, or something like a car accident can be highly triggering. tag your scenes thoroughly! This also applies to putting the reader insert through something like sexist comments, unwanted touching of any kind, and similarly negative situations.

I cannot tell you the amount of times I've turned to fanfiction as an outlet and an escape, as many others have, just to be jumpscared by my favorite characters misgendering me. It's truly a miserable experience knowing no place is actually welcoming to me, or in the very least accommodating for people who aren't like them. This post is NOT meant to shame or send harassment to those who are forgetful, but ignorance is never a good thing to uphold. No one is asking you to write for an audience you don't want to, we just want to KNOW who you are writing for. Assuming an entire space is all one demographic is never, ever a good thing.

If you need help writing for a demographic you don't fully understand, just ask people who are a part of it how they would! Look at how other writers write and tag their content, and listen to anyone if they have necessary critiques. I wish you all happy writing! :]

Undertale (Vanilla) 🍦

•he secretly finds it incredibly comforting that you smell like him, and that his hoodie now smells like you.

•while he may act nonchalant, seeing you in his blue jacket actually sends his soul into a bit of a flutter. just really gud at hiding it behind his grin.

•this is Classic, so expect immediate and terrible clothing puns

•he won’t even ask for it back, he’ll just use it as an excuse to avoid doing laundry for another week since “you’re already keeping it clean.”

•he loves when you wear it out cuz it gives him a quiet sense of pride that everyone knows you’re with him.

•You’re lounging on the couch, wearing his giant blue hoodie. Sans walks into the room with a ketchup bottle, as he stares at you and grins, a faint blue hue dusts his cheekbones. “y’know, if you wanted to be closer to me, you could’ve just asked for a hug. but hey, it looks better on you anyway.” He plops down next to you, pulling the hood over your eyes and chuckling as you bury your face in his shoulder.

Underswap (Blueberry) 🫐

•Blue’s eye sockets will literally turn into giant stars, for him ts is the highest form of flattery.

•he’ll aggressively compliment you. Telling you how magnificent and perfect you look in his battle body.

•Bro would immediately pull out his phone to take a million pictures to send to Papyrus (who will absolutely tease him later).

•Seeing you in his clothes will make him want to go out and buy you a matching set of your own “battle armor.”

•To Blue, wearing his battle body means you want to be a magnificent guardsman just like him.

•You walk into the kitchen wearing Blue’s blue bandana and his fit. Blue gasps when he sees you, his eye sockets turning into literal giant stars. “M-MAIDEN! YOU LOOK ABSOLUTELY MAGNIFICENT! THE ROYAL BLUE SUITS YOU PERFECTLY!” He rushes over, lifting you into a enthusiastic hug, entirely forgetting about the tacos on the stove. (it burnt af now)

Underfell (Red) 🍫

•Red’s entire skull will turn bright, glowing crimson.

•bro will look away immediately and try to act like he doesn’t care. (tsundere ahh)

•he’ll immediately try to cover up his embarrassment by acting annoyed, even though he’s secretly thrilled.

•He loves the visual reminder that you are his and only his.

•he’ll eventually grab you by the waist, pull you close, and complain that he’s cold now, just to share the jacket with you.

•You’re wearing his heavy black and red jacket, hands buried in the pockets. Red walks in and freezes, his face lighting up like a Christmas tree. “the hell do you think you’re doin’ in my gear, sweetheart? take it off,” he growls weakly. When you shrug and start to unzip it, he lunges forward, grabbing your hands. “tch—whatever, just…keep it on. it looks better on you anyway.”

Swapfell (Blackberry) 🍇

•He loves the look of his dark, elegant colors on you.

•Like Vanilla, he enjoys the fact that you smell like him, but he’d rather dust himself than admit it out loud.

•Bro will look at you, scoff, and tell you that you look ridiculous and sloppy in his attire.

•Inside, his soul is doing backflips.

•To hide his blushing, he would meticulously adjust the collar of his clothed, claiming he’s just “fixing your terrible presentation.”

•You’re working at a desk, wearing Blackberry’s high-collared purple capelet and sweater. He struts into the room, and crosses his arms, a purple blush creeping onto his purple cheekbones. “ARE THOSE MY CLOTHES? YOU LOOK ABSURD–THAT BELONGS TO A LORD, NOT A PEASANT.” He walks over, his gloved fingers gently but firmly turning your chin up. “BUT…I SUPPOSE I CAN OVERLOOK YOUR THIEVERY, FOR A PRICE.” He leans down and kisses you deeply. (sly mf)

Ink 🎨

•Ink will stare at you for a solid three minutes without blinking.

•Depending on his vial levels, he might genuinely forget that those are his clothes first.

•Once he finally realizes what’s happening, he’ll get incredibly excited and want to paint a portrait of you immediately.

•Seeing you comfortable in his things gives him a genuine spike of affection that doesn’t even require his vials to feel.

•His clothes are usually covered in paint, so expect him to apologize if you get dirty, but ofc he’ll think it looks cute on you.

•You’re wearing Ink’s giant, stained brown scarf wrapped three times around your neck, along with his oversized undershirt. Ink steps out of a puddle of ink, takes one look at you, and his eyes cycle through a dozen different shapes and colors. “Oh wow! You look…amazing love! Hold still, the lighting is perfect!” He frantically whips out a sketchbook and a paintbrush, sketching you with a massive, giddy smile. (CUTIE PIE I CAN’T)

Error 🧶

•error.exe has crashed

•while he hates being touched, you wearing his clothes is like a loophole he loves.

•he’ll mutter about how you’re getting your “weird anomaly germs” all over his favorite jacket, but he won’t make any move to take it back.

•like Blueberry, Error might even sew you a matching fit

•he might use his blue strings to gently tug you closer to him just so he can admire how you look in his fit.

•You walk into the anti void, wearing his signature black and blue hoodie. Error immediately glitches violently and crashed. Once he reboots, he glares at you, a heavy yellow blush on his cheekbones. “w-WhAt dO yOu tHiNk yOu’Re dOiNg?! yOu’Re gOnNa…mEsS uP tHe fAbRiC, yOu sTuPiD gLiTcH…” He turns away, but a blue string gently wraps around your waist, pulling you onto his beanbag chair next to him.

X-tale (Cross) ❌

•Cross is surprisingly soft and easily flustered. (CUTIE ISTG)

•Seeing you in his massive, monochrome fluffy jacket will turn his purple cheekbones completely bright violet.

•Cross has lost a lot in his life, so seeing his partner safe and wearing his clothes gives him a profound sense of comfort

•Chara will absolutely roast Cross for how whipped he looks, which only makes Cross blush harder.

•This guy will definitely pull you into a hug just so he can rest his face against the fluff on your shoulder.

•You’re sitting on the floor of your shared room, wearing Cross’s massive black-and-white jacket. Cross walks back from a quick scouting trip with a chocolate bar in hand and stops dead in his tracks, a purple blush spreading all the way to his pinpricks. “I…uh…you look really nice,” he mumbles, rubbing the back of his neck. He clears his throat, and walks over, sitting right behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist. “You…look warm,” he murmurs into your shoulder “Keep it on, please?”

Dream 💫

•Dream will practically glow with positive aura.

•He’ll shower you with compliments like Blueberry, except less aggressive.

•He views the act of sharing clothes as an incredibly intimate, so he’ll feel deeply touched.

•He will playfully treat you like royalty while you’re wearing his golden accents, bowing to you or kissing the back of your hand.

•Dream loves the idea of sharing everything with his partner, bro will happily let you keep whatever you want from his closet.

•You’ve draped Dream’s golden, star-clasped cape over your shoulders while reading a book. Dream walks into the room, and golden warmth immediately fills the air. His eyes soften into pools of pure light, as he walks over quietly, kneeling by your chair, he takes your hand, and kisses your knuckles. “My star…you look absolutely beautiful. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re already my queen”

Nightmare 🌑

•Nightmare would be both smug and possessive once he sees you

•dude is hella possessive, seeing you covered his clothes signals to his entire gang that you are strictly off-limits.

•he tries to feed on negative emotions, but seeing you look so cozy in his sweaters actually brings him a quiet sense of contentment, which he will deny fiercely (tsundere 2.0)

•he’ll use his extra appendages to reel you into his lap, wrapping his dark tentacles around you like a blanket over his clothes.

•bro would smirk and comment on how his dark aesthetic perfectly fits you, treating it as a testament to his good taste.

•You’re wearing one of Nightmare’s regular sweaters. Then you feel a cold, slimy, yet gentle grip around your waist. A cyan eye glows in the dark as Nightmare pulls you flush against his chest. He chuckles, a dark, vibrating sound. “marking your territory love? or just desperate for my scent? either way…it’s a good look on you, don’t take it off.”

Dusttale (Dust) 🌪

•Dust is very attached to his hood, so if he lets you wear his hoodie, then it means he absolutely trusts you more than his own life.

•seeing you in his hoodie makes him feel like his safe space is now your safe space.

•he won’t say much, he’ll just stare at you with a ghostly purple blush, his mind racing with how lucky he is to have you. (bro is down BADD)

•he’ll use it as an excuse to drag you to bed for cuddles, claiming you stole his warmth so you have to replace it. (Red 2.0)

•his loves that your scent mixes in with his clothes (NOT IN A WEIRD WAY) he finds this incredibly comforting, often helping him quiet the manic voices in his head.

•You have Dust’s grey, dust-streaked hoodie zipped all the way up to your nose. Dust walks in, murmuring to his Papyrus, then goes completely silent when he sees you, his purple eye lights flicker. “Papyrus, shut up for a second,” he mutters, walking over to you. He grabs the strings of the hoodie, pulling you close to him “you’re crazy, ya know that? stealing a killer’s clothes, guess I gotta keep an eye on you now.”

Killer 🔪

•Killer will immediately start cackling.

•unlike Error, he has zero concept of personal space, bro will immediately throw his arms around you, and slide his hands into the pockets of the jacket.

•his shirt usually has a giant target on it, so bro would use that to his advantage to make cheesy pick-up lines about you ‘targeting his heart’

•thinks it’s both hilarious and badass, he’ll want to take you out to show the rest of the gang just to mess with them.

•he likes the domestic, normal feeling of a partner stealing his clothes.

•You’re walking through the castle hallways, wearing Killer’s target-printed shirt and jacket. Killer turns the corner and spots you, letting out a loud cackle “whoa, mama! didn’t know I hired a stunt double! you look way better in that than I do, babe.” He jogs over, throwing an arm heavily around your neck, dragging you into a messy side-hug. “c’mon, let’s go see if we can trick Nightmare into thinking you’re me.” (ye bruh ts ain’t working)

Horrortale (Axe) 🍴

•for a second, you might think he’s mad, but he’s actually just completely mesmerized.

•he’ll melt inside the moment he sees you snuggled up in his clothes

•bro would become incredibly gentle, handling you like a fragile glass doll so he doesn’t tear the clothes or hurt you.

•Axe is deeply insecure about his gruesome appearance, so seeing you willingly wear his blood-stained or worn-out clothes reassures him that you truly love him. (MY BABY 😭)

•he won’t say much, but he will walk over and sit down heavily next to you, just to bury his face right into your neck, breathing in your scent mixed with his coat. (again, not in a weird way)

•You are wearing Axe’s giant, heavily stained blue jacket. Axe trundles into the kitchen, and freezes when he spots you, his single red eye light dilates to the size of a saucer. He walks over silently, lifts you off your feet with one arm, and buries his face in your hair “…warm?” he rumbles out softly, you nod, and he lets out a deep, rattling purr, holding you tighter.

Epictale (Epic) 😎

•Epic will immediately react with dramatic anime-style poses. ( son 😭)

•he’ll yell out a catchphrase or act like you’ve ascended to a higher level of coolness.

•his purple trench coat is iconic, and he’ll love seeing you twirl around in it.

•he’d insist on turning it into a runway fashion show, putting his cool shades on your face to complete the look while playing hype music from his phone.

•behind the memes, Epic is a smooth talker, he’ll catch you by the waist, dropping the meme persona for a second, and tell you that you look genuinely beautiful (I swear guyz he’s just a silly nerd-)

•You’re wearing Epic’s long, purple and black trench coat, trailing it along the floor. Epic bursts through the door, and drops the cookie in his hand “BRUH! look at the drip! you look absolutely legendary!” He slides across the floor on his knees, stopping right in front of you. He takes off his purple sunglasses and slides them onto your nose. “yep, officially cooler than me. that’s it, we’re getting married, bruh.”

Fresh 🌈

•his 90s-active sunglasses will flash words like ‘CUTE’

•he doesn’t quite understand human romance conventions, but he finds it “totally radical.”

•be careful though cuz his clothes are blinding

•he’ll use his usual 90s slang to compliment you, calling you a “totally rad bae” while blushing a bright rainbow color.

•even though he’s technically a soul-less parasite, being around you when you look so comfortable in his gear gives him a fuzzy feeling he can’t quite explain.

•You’re wearing Fresh’s neon windbreaker jacket. Fresh skates into the room, doing a kickflip before stopping dead. His glasses that spelled ‘YOLO’ quickly changed to ‘CUTE’. “whoa there, babe! you are totally rocking the fresh style!” He skated over, booping your nose with his finger, and plops his colorful snapback hat onto your head sideways. “now we’re matchin’, totally choice.”

Heya Jellies srry for not posting for a while, this is my first time doing this type of fanfic and I tried making it long so I hope you all like it

Do you guys like the random comments? Is it too cringe? AHH idk if I should do more of this ╥﹏╥

It hadn't been long now that you'd been working under Mr. Ant Tenna at the TV station. For the most part, you kept to yourself, unless your assistance was needed by the film crew. You kept Tenna's station running smoothly thanks to the work you did.

Which was exactly why he wanted to do something to thank you.

His plan was simple, really. Surprise you with a cake (with help from Ramb, of course), give you a fancy pen, and then sincerely thank you. You'd be smiling and on your way, and Tenna could get back to his regularly scheduled broadcast.

"Mr. Tenna?" You knocked on the door to his office, stack of papers in hand. You had made sure to painstakingly scrawl out the schedule for next week's broadcast on paper, after copying it from the spreadsheet you made on your computer at home. Tenna didn't need to know that, though. He hated anything to do with emails and whatnot, meaning on office hours, you worked by hand. About a week into working for the TV-headed man, you realized how inefficient that system was, and opted for secretly configuring schedules at home before transferring them over to bring to work. What your boss didn't know wouldn't hurt him.

The door flung open, nearly knocking you over with its gusto. "Y/N! My most valued employee, the star of the show! Come in, come in!" His beaming smile never seemed to waver as he ushered you into his office.

The sheer size of him never failed to take you aback for a moment. Your boss towered over you, and his larger-than-life personality certainly didn't help. You offered him a small smile back before dropping the papers off on his desk.

"Here's the schedule for next week, sir. I'm guessing that's why you wanted to see me?" Your tone was slightly cautious. You knew that Tenna could be a bit unpredictable, which was why receiving a one-on-one invitation to his office worried you-- just a bit.

Tenna barked out a laugh, shaking his head. He slid into the seat behind his desk, gesturing to the chair in front of it.

"Not at all, actually!" He laughed again before pausing, pulling on his collar. "But- Well, that's not to say that your efforts aren't appreciated, of course!" A light blush appeared on the white screen of his face before he straightened out his suit jacket, sitting up taller.

"What I meant was... That's not why I called you in here today. You see..." Tenna's grin grew impossibly wider as he reached under his desk, before re-emerging with a large white box, "I wanted to thank you!"

You blinked, mind going blank. Thank you? Was that really the reason he'd set up a private meeting? "Oh- Really?"

He nodded, much too eagerly, before pursing his lips and ducking back under his desk.

"And that's not all!" He chimed, mimicking the tone of someone off the shopping channel. He came back up, holding a nicely wrapped gift before setting it down in front of you. "I figured it was the least I could do for my best employee."

You could feel your heart thrumming in your chest at his words. Sure, you'd had a workplace crush on your boss of all people since you started working there, but this... This was almost too much, even for you!

"S-sir, I-" You began shakily, quickly being cut off.

"You can just call me Tenna, really. We don't need all of those... stuffy formalities." He waved off any concern you had before opening the larger of the two boxes and pushing it towards you.

You nodded at his words before peering into the box, which held a nicely decorated cake.

'Thanks for all you do, it's true! You're the best :)'

If your face wasn't already flushed, it certainly was now. Your gaze snapped up to Tenna's screen in an instant. His smile, usually so wide and practiced, had softened as he looked at you.

"I wanted to do something nice, for all the work you put in to make things run smoothly around here."

You were speechless for a moment, a million thoughts racing through your head. His smile faltered at your silence, growing self conscious under your gaze.

"B-but if it's too much, then, uh..." He pulled the box away, shame creeping into his features. You snapped out of your daze, hands flying to the cake box.

"No! No, not at all, Tenna. I think it's really sweet."

You gave him an encouraging smile, hands resting over his. You could've sworn you saw his screen flash to static for a split second before he straightened back up, smile growing.

"Well, I'm glad! Can't get much sweeter than cake, right?" He laughed loudly to himself in a desperate attempt to cover up his nerves, slapping his hand down on his desk as he lost himself in his hysterics. The smaller, carefully wrapped box fell to the ground.

You let out a noise of surprise, rising out of your seat. "Oh, I'll get th-"

"I CAN GET IT!" Tenna cried out, swiftly ducking under his desk to grab the gift. Your brows quirked up in confusion as you approached him.

"Tenna, it's alright, I-"

"YEOWCH!"

You were once again cut off, only this time by the bang of Tenna's head against the underside of his desk. You heard him hiss out in pain before you rushed to his side.

"I'm fine, really, Y/N! Nothing could shake me up more than the digital switchover," he joked, rubbing the back of his head as you carefully pulled him up by his other arm.

You tutted, shaking your head. "I was trying to tell you I could grab it, Tenna. You're much too stubborn."

He sighed, shoulders dropping. "Right as always, of course." He seemed to shrink at your light scolding. You led him to the couch at the far end of the room, sitting him down tenderly. He sunk down onto the cushions, still rubbing at the back of his head as you sat down next to him.

Even when in one of his moods, he was still a sight to behold. You took him in as he sat beside you, scanning over his form. His antennas were out of place, likely due to the force of him hitting the desk.

"Oh, you knocked your antennas out of place. Let me just..."

Before Tenna could protest, you reached over to fidget with his antennas. A deep blush immediately spread across his face, slapping a hand over his mouth as a whine nearly slipped out.

You looked down at him, concern etched on your features. "I'm sorry if it hurts, I've almost got them back in place." You continued to fix his antennas back into place, completely oblivious to Tenna's internal conflict beneath you.

He could have blacked out at that very moment. Your hands gently sliding over his antennas, taking care of him in more ways than one... It was almost too much for him to bear. A groan slipped past his lips as you straightened out his left antenna.

"Shit, sweetheart..." he breathed out, mind hazy. The dim glow of his screen cast up on your features as you looked down at him, realization dawning on you.

Oh. Oh.

Your hands stilled. Tenna gazed up at you, practically panting at this point. You could feel the heat radiating from his screen, as if it were threatening to engulf you, too.

You had two options at this point. Stop what you were doing and profusely apologize to your boss for accidentally engaging him in such an inappropriate way, or...

Gazing down at Tenna, he shot you a lazy grin.

You swallowed hard, grip subconsciously tightening on his antennas before sliding into his lap.