Can I ask for how UT, UF Sans and US Paps react to their crush coming into their room and slips under the covers and doesn't say a word when the skelly wakes up but their crush starts tearing up because they just really needed a hug and hopes the skelly doesn't see them as a burden?♡ Thanks so much!!
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Sans doesn’t even wake up when you crawl into bed with him. He shifts toward the new warmth, and snuggles in deeper under the covers, becoming a tangled mess of limbs with you. It takes a moment, but slowly, he becomes aware that something’s off about his bed, and he starts to wake up. By the time his eyelights find your teary eyes, he has to blink several times to make sure he’s really awake, that you’re really in both his bed and his arms.
… He didn’t drink too much at Grillby’s last night, did he?
He feels the slight tremble in your body, and he can’t help but respond to the way your arms tighten around him. He’s observant enough to know that you’re upset, and his SOUL clenches at the thought. "you ok, buddy?“ His voice is still thick with sleep, and he’s a little groggy, but he holds onto you tightly. Did something happen? Was it his fault? His mind is racing, trying to play back everything that’s happened recently, but he’s drawing a blank. "it’s ok. everything’s all right.” They’re the words he always wanted to hear himself, so they’re the only way he knows how to help. Well, that and just staying like you are, holding onto each other.
He gently presses his teeth to your temple in a comforting skeleton kiss and reiterates, “everything’s all right.”
Red is instantly awake the second you enter his room, so as soon as you pull back the covers, his eyelights are alert and on you. He’s tense because no one just comes into his room without warning for anything good, but.. when he realizes it’s you, he relaxes, a grin spreading across his face. Heh. He must still be dreamin’; why else would you be sliding in close and holding onto him? Instantly, his arms are around you, pulling you against his chest, his face nuzzling into the crook of your neck. "i could get used to this, ya'know? feel free to wake me up like this more often.“ He sounds pleased, his smirk evident in his voice.
He starts to fall back asleep, perfectly content to be tangled with you, when he feels something damp against his cheek. Automatically, he freezes.. and slowly pulls back to look at your face. He glimpses the tears and internally starts cursing. Why didn’t he notice something was wrong immediately? "sweetheart…?” His voice is unsteady and soft, a stark contrast to its usual gruff tone. "hey, what’s the matter, huh? don’t cry, ok?“
You don’t have to explain anything to him. Red gathers you close and rocks gently in the bed, lightly rubbing his hand along your back. After a while, he starts to hum, the sound vibrating through his ribs, and he hopes that it’ll help lull you to sleep. In his experience, Bad Nights tend to ease up in the mornings. And he’ll stay like that with you for as long as you need.
Stretch grunts when he feels the bed shift. He’s unconcerned with who it could be since he’s used to Blueberry winding up in his bed if his brother ever has a nightmare.. however, when he feels your arms wind around him, he knows it’s not his brother, and he’s suddenly wide awake. It takes him a second longer than usual to process what’s happening, but when he does, he slides an arm around your shoulders and tries to locate a clock. Whatever time it is feels too early to be sentient. "hey hun. so what’re yo–” The query dies in his throat. He notices something’s amiss right away, and he immediately rolls onto his back and pulls you halfway onto his chest. Both of his arms wind around you. "hey, what’s wrong? you didn’t have a nightmare, did you?“ The question is light, though his lazy grin is lop-sided. He’s trying not to make a big deal out of it because he doesn’t want you to feel like you’re being a bother.
“shh, it’s ok. i’m right here. just relax.” The phalanges of one hand stroke the back of your head, while his other hand lazily skims along your back. He won’t pressure you to talk about it; he’ll hold onto you as long as you want. Though, later, he’ll casually mention that he’s always around if you need to talk, no matter what time it is.