Could I request some cuddly Stretch and/or Rus? I keep feeling tired and sad, but with no real reason. If you're busy, don't feel like you have to do this, I'm perfectly happy with looking forward to SSLL.
“hey, hun. c’mon over here.” Stretch beckons you toward the couch with an outstretched hand. As per usual, he’s sprawled across it with his head pillowed against the armrest, a sucker stem sticking out from between his teeth. He waits patiently while you regard him, your foot still slightly raised from the carpet. You had been in the process of leaving the skelebros’ house when he spoke up, feeling too worn out to continue your hang-out with Blueberry.
You’d been feeling that way for a while now. Run down, melancholic, with the things that once lifted your spirits doing nothing for you. You had hoped that hanging out with Blueberry would be the cure, that his positvitiy and boundless energy would be infectious. Instead, it had the opposite effect; you felt even more deflated than before. That in itself left you downtrodden–you adored your time with Sans, and you wished that you felt well enough to properly hang out.
The shift in your demeanor hadn’t gone unnoticed by Papyrus. He always seemed to have a sixth sense about these things, his perceptive nature picking up on subtle changes. He, too, had hoped that your plans with his brother would help (he wasn’t the type that pried; Papyrus had too many skeletons in his closet as it was to go around, looking through those of others), but the expression you’re wearing told him otherwise.
So he did all he could and reached out to you. Literally.
Finally, you blew out a breath you’d been holding, and with a nigh-imperceptible nod, pivoted on your heel to take his hand. Bone slid against your palm, and his fingers laced easily between yours and tugged, urging you to join him. Automatically, you pulled against him, unsure if you should really lie on the couch beside him or insist on just going home. Usually, when you sat on the couch with the skeleton brothers, Sans ended up with his head against your shoulder and Papyrus had his legs across your lap. You’d never cuddled with him before.
…. But what would five minutes hurt?
You relent and Papyrus tugs you so your shoulder’s against the couch cushion and your head’s tucked beneath his chin. Still holding your hand, his arm wraps around your waist, pulling you into his spoon. He’s warm, the softness of his hoodie enveloping you with the scent of sweet smoke. He adjusts, his other arm sliding beneath your head, pillowing your temple against his shoulder. It’s harder than the couch cushion, but it makes you feel more secure.
Initially, your back is stiff, your entire body tense. However, you’re able to slowly relax as the moments tick by in silence and his thumb traces the outside of your palm. Only when the tension has completely drained from your body does Stretch break the silence.
“wanna talk about it, honey?”
You’re quiet for a moment, staring at the television. There’s a Halloween special playing, a movie you haven’t seen since you were a kid. A skeleton taxi driver is on the screen, but the volume’s so low that you can’t hear his lines. Sans would probably get a kick out of it.
“About what?” you murmur, playing dumb as you focus on the movie.
His sigh stirs your hair. “about what’s wrong?”
This time, the pause is even longer. You don’t know how to explain it. You’re trying to pin-point the reason you feel this way, the catalyst for your melancholic state, but you can’t. Maybe it’s nothing. Maybe it’s everything. Maybe you just need a break.
You voice comes out nearly inaudible. Stretch almost misses it.
“I don’t know…”
His arms tighten around you, and you can feel his hum vibrate through his chest. “it’s ok.” His free arm bends to thread through your hair. His touch is gentle, and the feeling is enough to make your gaze half-lidded. “it’s ok, hun.”
“Can we just stay like this…?”
“mhmm.” Stretch squeezes your hand. He’s so comfortable that you can feel yourself falling asleep, but decide not to fight it. You would have probably ended up sleeping at home, anyway, so why not enjoy a nap wrapped up in Papyrus’s arms? Just as you begin to drift off, you swear that you feel his head tilt and his teeth press against the top of your head.
You fall asleep smiling.