I love this blog sm- I've just been scrolling through reading all your stuff! If you haven't already done this, how would the UT and US skelepuns react to their boyfriend (is it alright if S/O a boy? If not I'm sorry! Gender neutral is fine) who twitches a lot when they're sleepy? I basically loose control when I'm tired... thank you!
(*I wasn’t sure if skelepuns meant just Sans and Stretch or not, so I went with both sets of bros to be safe. )
He’s cuddled against you while he sleeps, enjoying the feeling of how soft your body is compared to his bones. He’s dozed off while watching a movie, and he’s so relaxed that he doesn’t even notice your twitching. However, if you start to twitch when he hasn’t been able to fall asleep yet, he’ll pretty much just find it hilarious.
“heh, you’re being a real jerk. you nervous? you seem kinda rattled there, babe.”
He teases you relentlessly, chuckling every time your body ends up involuntarily jerking. From his grin, it’s easy to see that he’s trying to get a rise out of you. He ends up staying awake just to see how many times you jerk when you start to drift off again. The scientist in him is low-key fascinated.
*heh, human bodies are weird.
Papyrus rarely sleeps, so he’s the one that’s made you tired in the first place–by keeping you up through an old MTT movie. Mettaton’s rectangular body is artistically sprawled out on a bed of rose petals, with more slowly falling from above. It’s four hours long, so understandably, you started to nod off during the first half hour. You body jerks the minute your chin hits your chest, and Papyrus jerks so hard that his bones rattle.
“ARE YOU ALL RIGHT?” His gloved hand grips your arm, and you nod, dazed. What happened? Did you start to fall asleep?
“‘m fine,” you answer through a yawn.
“YOU DON’T SEEM FINE. YOU’RE BODY’S DOING WEIRD TWITCHY THINGS!”
“It just does that sometimes, Paps. It’s normal.”
He seems skeptical. “THAT’S NORMAL? ARE YOU SURE? SHOULD I TAKE YOU TO ALPHYS OR SOME HUMAN DOCTOR?”
“No, no, it’s fine. I’m good. I promise,” you assure him. He tries to protest again, but you lean in and press your lips to his cheekbone, causing him to immediately forget his train of thought.
“I… WELL, IF YOU’RE… SURE. NYEH.” He’s blushing, and it’s adorable. You decide to stop hiding the fact that this movie is putting you to sleep and instead change positions so you’re lying with your head in his lap. Papyrus is still blushing, but he starts idly petting your head, though the feeling it muted by his gloves. Every time you twitch, he jumps a little, but slowly, he gets used to it and stops panicking.
The first time Blueberry notices your body twitch when you’re drifting off is the first time the two of you share his rocketship bed. It also happens to be the first time he’s ever slept beside anyone other than his brother before, so he’s understandably nervous and can’t seem to stop talking. His mind is in overdrive, and he’s just a disjointed voice beside you in the darkness–now that the glowing blush has faded from his cheekbones. You want to stay focused–you want to be able to keep responding to your bonefriend–but you’re just too tired. It’s been an exhausting day already.
You start to drift off, and your body jerks, just as his hand brushes the edge of yours beneath the covers.
“AH! S-SORRY! I WASN’T TRYING TO… IT-IT WASN’T MY INTENTION TO…” The room’s bright with his blush again, and you’re dazed enough to not quite understand what he’s talking about. He freaks out and starts to scramble off the bed, but you sleepily pull him back and gently shush him, telling him it’s all right. You end up nestling against his chest (and you can hear the hum of his magic stirring, he’s so frazzled), and it isn’t long before you jerk again. Blueberry’s entire body flinches off the mattress (he’d been in the process of wrapping his arm around you!), and you end up having to mutter something about it being a human thing before he accepts that you’re not flinching away from his touch.
You’re having a lazy day with Stretch, both of you laid on the couch watching Netflix. You’re on his chest, your cheek pillowed against his thick hoodie, while his phalanges idly trail along your spine. You’re so comfortable and relaxed… and that makes you feel tired.
The first time you twitch, Stretch’s fingers momentarily still, but he makes no comment. He waits, slowly resuming his ministrations, and it isn’t long before you twitch again. This time, he chuckles, and the vibration of his deep laugh against your ear is enough to pull your tired mind back into the present. Crap, did you drift off? You feel like you’ve missed half of the episode.
You try to concentrate again, but you can’t process what’s going on in the show–and you feel your eyes becoming half-lidded once more. You twitch, even harder than last time, and Stretch chuckles again, before leaning his head down close to your ear.
“do i give you the jitters, honey?”
You’re slightly embarrassed that he called you out, but you can’t help but grin, your arms winding tighter around his torso. Of course he does.