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First of all absolutely incredible edit I love it so so much
Secondly I always giggle to myself whenever I see something like this because this image beams itself into my mind when I see myself pop up alongside these movies
Bone. My love, my everything, I want something from you. I'll even give you gas money.
How's the whole skelesquad individually reacting to sharing a bed with Reader for the first time?
I'd think this is after they've long established a relationship, and not something by accidentāunless the incorrect hotel room booking scenario would be funnier?
I'll throw in a Burger King gift card if you make Cross's extra good. I need that guy in ways that're frowned upon.
Please let me fold and iron your clothes; you work too hard.
let's also pretend this isn't months and months old ok big dawg <3
I took this prompt and molded it into a broader "how they end up sleeping with you for the first time" because I got a lot of guys to work with and only so many ways I can write sharing a bed lmao some established relationships, some not, some vague and inbetween. under the cut for very long post
idk if i made Cross' any juicier than the others??? I started with him and thought oh yeah he'll be the long paragraph, and then they all got long paragraphs. oops
damn girl if this is what you'd do for me for a writing request, i wonder what youd do if i put a ring on it /silly
You ask Sans about possibly staying the night (you two are (recently) dating after all, nothing odd about that request) and he's chill with it. Until you go to the bathroom to get ready for bed. The facade breaks, and he moves faster than he ever has to make his rumpled, torn-apart bed before you can see. I mean, have you seen his room? He would've done it sooner, had he been expecting a sleepover, so now he's gotta deal with this buzzer-beater clean-up before you can see the utter disarray his room is in. Papyrus won't notice his fitted sheet missing, right? But once that's all said and done, and you enter his room to a clumsily made bed and a casual joke about not opening up the closet because that's where he keeps his skeletons (it's actually where he shoved all his trash. Please don't open it, you'll get crushed), you have a nice cuddly night with him.
You first shared a bed with Papyrus during a planned sleepover. You were cool with crashing on the couch or the floor, but when he made room for you in his bed and looked at you so gleefully expectant when he patted the spot next to him, you really couldn't say no.
Blue has always been one to do things by the book -- literally. His dating manual mentioned that the third date is the optimal window in which to "sleep together," to figure out compatibility and deepen the connection further. While Blue's not naive -- he knows what sex is -- he's just taken the vague phrasing to heart, having never heard the euphemism before. After a nice dinner, he asks if you want to come inside his place, boldly mentioning that he's cleaned up in preparation of sleeping with you. Obviously, you take the invitation, ready to see if he lives up to his namesake, waiting outside his door while he "slips into something more comfortable," and... He comes out in his pajamas, handing you a change of clothes and asking how you like your pillow fluffed and if his nightlight bothers you. You end up sleeping with him, not in the sexy way, and you hold it over his head when he learns the double meaning of "sleeping together" later.
It got late one hangout, and you decided to just stay the night at Stretch's place instead of braving the darkness outside to go home. You got yourself comfy on his bedroom floor, and to your surprise, when you asked to borrow a pillow, Stretch took all the pillows and blankets off his bed, tossed them to you, and then joined you on the floor that night.
Red took you home from a bar after some conversation and heavy flirting, thinking he was going to bag a baddie, and ended up just chatting with you on top of his sheets for most of the night. He woke up, having let exhaustion overtake him at some point, with the distinct notion that he did not, in fact, get laid that night. And honestly, he found that he didn't mind it that much.
Edge has an extremely similar route to Blue, except he is aware of the meaning behind "sleeping together." He plans the date, tidies up, makes sure the space is ready for intimacy... and then everything goes wrong. The date is fine, great even, and he takes you to his house and gets you all laid out pretty for him. Then his phone rings, and when his phone is going off at this hour, it's never a good sign. His brother is too drunk to shortcut home, and needs to be picked up. Edge is a brother first and a partner second, so he lets you come with while he drives down to Grillby's and practically throws Red into the backseat while he's spouting tipsy comments about how Edge really "scored" and that he'd be happy to take "sloppy seconds" if things don't work out between you two. Edge is extremely unhappy to have had your date ruined after putting Red to bed, and he's afraid he's not in the right headspace for it anymore. He seeks out your touch, climbing into bed with you and curling into you, and ends up calming and falling asleep to your strokes on his skull.
Black had a very stressful day at work -- not that he'd ever let it show, but damn if he didn't want to throttle everyone demanding so much from him. So it's a surprise when he shows up at your place, looking more worse for wear than you'd ever seen him. You thought your surprise would peak at the subdued energy from the usually put-together workaholic, dead-tired from a rigorous Royal Guard training regimen, all he wants to do is be somewhere where he doesn't have expectations to uphold. Your arms are about the closest match he can think of.
Mutt was being a little shit as per the usual, trapping you from leaving a hangout by rolling on top of you. For someone who's just bones, he sure is heavy. After some struggle, you figured that if you can't beat 'em, join 'em, so you threw your elbow over your eyes and gave up. With no struggle to focus on, a Sans-type personality does what a Sans-type personality does best -- fall the hell to sleep. Well, that weighted blanket of a guy lulled you right to sleep, and you ended up taking a brief nap trapped beneath him. You couldn't stay asleep on account of Mutt's purring tickling your torso.
Mal tired himself out on your date (those ducks at the park were staring you down, how could he not chase them?), so you had to bring him home and up to bed while he was nodding off in your arms. Being the correct size for it, you tucked him in like a child and started to step away, until you were snagged by the arm with a grip that could bend iron bars. Mal had chosen you as his pillow in his sleep, and when he's got his mind set to something, consciously or not, there's no getting away from it. So you changed out of your day clothes (what you could get off, anyway) and settled in.
You had a very late night out with Cash, drinking and riffing on each other. At some point the memories get fuzzy before they cease entirely, and the next thing you know, it's 2pm and you've woken up in his house, twisted in his sheets, your shirt halfway off and your jeans still fully on. He's facedown on top of you, face fully in your chest, groaning like he's on death's doorstep. Did you do anything last night? You'll never know. Until Mal shows you the doorbell camera footage of you two making out on the porch.
The heating broke during the winter, just your luck, and your basement room at night was about as insulated as a sheer swatch of linen. So you stomped upstairs to Axe's room and -- oh, wow, he has a lot of blankets. He wouldn't mind if you sidled up next to him, would you? The answer is, he wouldn't. You woke up being nuzzled awake and used as a body pillow by a very chuffed skeleton.
Birch had an awful nightmare that unfortunately involved you. He thought about getting up and seeking you out, but no, he's an adult, nightmares aren't real, he can handle it! All things he told himself before ending up pacing outside your door, wondering if he should knock or just try to go back to bed. He didn't have to, though, because you could hear his feet clicking on the hardwood through the walls. Relieved that you invited him in, he waited for an additional invitation to join you in bed. You gave it, and that's how you ended up cradled tight in long, thin arms, unaware of his silent reassurances that he wouldn't let anything happen to you.
It was a stupid bet in a heated game of cards with Killer -- A sweetly sung promise that if he won, you'd "sleep" with him. Yeah, you knew he cheats, but so do you when you have the possibility of him taking over your castle duties for the entire month on the line. Maybe you shouldn't have given him that incentive though, because with his focus put solely on strategy, it's the quietest he's ever been. You end up going back to your room together (with Killer making several lewd gestures to the other guys behind your back, of course). He's only a little ticked off when you fall into bed and announce that you are, in fact, "sleeping" with him, but that doesn't deter him at all. In fact, he seems just as satisfied to draw you into a little spoon position and whisper about what you're missing out on and promises about the next, very specific bets he's going to make the next time the two of you play.
You must be special if Dust let you hang around in his room that late into the night, taking turns burning out a cigarette in his bed, the only conversation being that of the ember crackling quietly to the tobacco with every drag. You fell asleep at some point, and Dust only noticed when he tried to pass the stump, and you didn't take it. He flicked it somewhere into the room and lay stiffly next to you, listening to how sound your breathing gets when you sleep, how different it is than when you're awake. He was gone when you woke up.
The first night you spent with Nightmare was extremely long. He was extremely nonplussed about it -- you're his, he won't have you sleeping in the dusty, ratty rooms his subordinates board in, so you'll sleep with him in his quarters. His bed is luxuriously soft and comfortable, enough that you don't even feel like you're lying on anything when you're in it. The problem came from the man you share it with -- or, a certain part of him. Nightmare isn't cuddly. His tentacles are, though. They get active at night, like they're free to writhe around at will while the mind connected to them is asleep. They twist and squeeze and feel around and pull you this way and that, seeking you out and gathering up as much contact as they can manage. It's just something you have to get used to.
Dream took you stargazing on your second date with him. He didn't account for the absolute slog of a workday you would have, though, and you fell asleep on the picnic blanket he laid out about 20 minutes into the date. He took it in stride and dozed off with you after gathering the courage to link his pinky finger with yours.
Ink has no concept of the intimacy of sharing a bed. Whenever he overstays a visit to your place, instead of leaving when you tell him you need to go to sleep, he takes it as an invitation and plops down next to you, out within minutes. He usually snuggles up to you in his sleep. The first time he did this was within a week of knowing you.
Parallel play is the name of Error's game -- you stay on your side of the beanbag and do your own thing, and he'll do the same. Usually, you can hear the futz of his glitches or his not-so-quiet cursing while he works on a project, so when things go completely quiet (very apparent when it comes to that walking noise machine), you notice. He's drifted off, and you've never seen him sleep before. So comfortable in your presence, he forgot you were even there. You take the opportunity and fall asleep too. You wake up later to awed eyes on you, a stare that is swiftly denied and a command to shut up and never mention this again.
Your friendship with Fresh was always casually physical. An arm around each other here, leaning on the other's shoulder there, the occasional humoring of his kissing proclivity every once in a while -- so naturally, laying your head in his lap while you watched TV wasn't much of a big deal. Turns out that phalanges carding over your scalp are a very underrated lullaby, so much so that you manage to tune out his sporadic commentary and fall asleep. When your body goes quiet and your metabolism slows, your soul grows that much louder. He stills and listens to it, healthy and strong, conflict writhing (literally) in his skull. But when you stir, he's back to his normal self, quipping on how wiped out you must've been, and how your ol' pal Freshy must make for a good pillow.
The first time you shared a bed with Cross was... unconventional. And a little uncomfortable. You'd wound up in the middle of an unfriendly spat between him and Killer, and you'd gotten hurt to the point where you needed to be monitored overnight at a hospital. Cross felt terrible that you were injured because of him and stayed with you over the course of your stay. He squeezed himself in beside you in your shitty, rickety, rail-thin hospital cot and let you lie draped over him all night. Neither of you got much rest on account of the crowding, and you woke up stiff, but you felt safe and protected.
You were on a trip with Epic and a few of his pals. He was in charge of booking the hotels. Can you see where this is going? Yeah, the room he booked for you and him only had one bed. He did this on purpose.
You thought you were in for a good night when you came over to Delta's place after a date. Post-date recreational activities, you were set to fall asleep in those big strong arms... until he fell asleep, turned over, and yanked the blankets off you. There was a tug of war for a few minutes until you finally got the sheets back to mostly cover yourself. He's an aggressively active sleeper.
Color knows he's touch-starved, he just didn't know the extent of it until you slept next to him for the first time. He laid on his back and held an arm out for you like he had known he was supposed to do, but when you laid your head on his shoulder, it wasn't enough for him. A few minutes of shuffling around later, and he's on his side, mirroring you, arms hooked under yours, legs pretzelled together, your head tucked under his chin. That had felt much better.
Inclement weather kept you at Ccino's apartment long after dark, and it showed no signs of stopping -- much to his dismay. It's not that he didn't want to share a bed with you, he was just anxious about everything surrounding it. What if you thought his bed was uncomfortable? Was he allowed to touch you? What if he had a nightmare and scared you? He's read books where characters sleep together and end up all snuggled up together in the morning, what if that happened and you didn't like it? He had still been working up the courage to getting to that step of your relationship, but he couldn't just relegate you to the couch. You had to pull him in from lying stiffly on the very edge of the bed and reassure him that you're more than happy to be there. He relaxed immensely after a few minutes as the little spoon.
Plum is extremely casual about sharing beds, hell he's in someone else's bed at least once a week for his job. So he really didn't think to consider it unusual (plus the alcohol had his head a little fuzzy) when he got into your bed like he owned it after coming back to your place from a night out. He kept to his side with his back turned to you, and only realized he never asked come morning when he woke up next to you. He made plenty of jokes about hourly rates and collecting his payment after the initial surprise.
You can't share a bed with Reaper. He won't let you. He'll gladly rest in the same room as you, though, taking the chair you had set up in the corner specifically for reading, then abandoned when you realized it was comfier to just read in bed. You have to explicitly tell him if you don't want him to watch you sleep all night, because he will stare unless you set up that boundary. Anyway, the first time this occurred, you woke up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom, and you screamed when you saw the shadow of a man sitting in the corner of your room. Reaper got you a nightlight for when he visits after that.
You hooked up with G after meeting him at a fancy rooftop bar, somewhere you'd usually never go, but hey, you wanted to feel posh tonight. He stayed and entertained some pillow talk and post-sex cuddling -- his usual song and dance with his one-night stands -- waiting for you to fall asleep so he could quietly slip out. But just as you were falling asleep, you mentioned making waffles for breakfast, specifically making waffles for him. His hookups never offer him breakfast, and while he really just wanted to hit the road and have this be over with, some part of him chided that it would be rude to leave (and also swooned over your sleepy promise), so he stayed put.
Noooo haha don't spread racist ideals and colonizer propaganda by idolizing white european aesthetics above all else and denying the life and accomplishments of native peoples on their own lands
People have been living in the downtown area of Tucson, Arizona for at least 4,500 years. The greater Santa Cruz river valley has been occupied by humans for 12,000 years.
You see this?
That's not a river. That's the South Canal in Mesa, Arizona (Phoenix metro area).
This is a view of the East and South canals. At least half of all the Phoenix metro canals were originally built by the Hohokam (from roughly 200-1400 CE), and are still in use (restored) today.
Phoenix, Arizona actually has more miles (kilometers) of Canals total than both Venice and Amsterdam. No, really. Phoenix has about 180 miles of canals, many of which are built on ancient canal foundations.
below is an aerial view photo taken in the late 1930's of one branch of Phoenix's canal systems:
Also have the "Montezuma Castle," if you need a castle:
I don't need to look at some 12th century European castle to see age.
Im sorry, but this is gonna be a self indulgent ask. How would the skeletons react to their s/o hurting themselves while painting? Like, they stood in a specific position so long that the next day their lower back and legs were hurting? Thank you!
(I'm in so much pain I gotta wait to finish my painting š)
Lovingly calls you a dumbass and makes you go lie down while they get an ice pack: Sans, Stretch, Edge, Mutt, Axe, Plum
Takes away your painting supplies until you feel better so you don't make it worse: Black, Nightmare, Error, Fresh, Reaper
Lectures you on proper posture and knowing when to take a break: Blue, Papyrus, Birch, Ink
Will now be WAYYYY more adamant about keeping track of how long you've been working so he can force you to have some self-preservation and take breaks: Red, Dream, Dust, Cross, Color, Ccino
Why even stand? Suggests that you could just sit in his lap and paint instead: Mal, Cash, Killer, Epic, Delta, G
