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I’m no expert at writing but I came across an old and abandoned draft of a not official continuation of the The Party Incident and Other Embarrassing Anecdotes so I thought I’d share it
Lovingly titled:
The Sleepover Incident
a fanfic of a fanfic
Tonight was the night, you spent a good half of your day prepping your living room to sleepover perfection. When was the last time you had hosted a sleepover let alone been to one? The last one you can recall was around middle school, just before high school, with a couple of your classmates. You were giddy, though you know that movie nights weren't uncommon for you and your friends but a sleepover is a whole different ballpark. The coffee table in the living room was pushed to the side, making way for the ultimate blanket fort. The fort's main structure was made up of the couch and armchairs with your wooden easel as additional structure. The inside of the fort was the fluffiest rug you had as the base, a couple of blankets and meticulously placed pillows. As the cherry on top, you had strung up some fairy lights leftover from last Christmas which gave the fort a warm cozy glow. Smiling and nodding to yourself as you admire your handiwork.
Glancing at the clock, you had a few minutes to spare before someone arrived. Taking the opportunity to finish setting up the snacks and whipping up your infamous cracker dip. It was a recipe passed down from your favorite uncle, a simple dip with Mayo, capers, dill and walnut. Nutty, salty and dilly? What more could a girl want, if you could you'd eat it by the spoonful but then you'd get judging glances from the others. Paps especially, exclaiming "NOT ANOTHER CONDIMENT CONSUMER, YOU AND MY BROTHER COULDN'T BE MORE PERFECT FOR EACH OTHER". After setting up the snack station on the coffee table you heard the sound of familiar footsteps approaching your door, glancing at the clock the door knocked right on time. Making your way to the door, the usual scenario play out.
"knock knock".
"Who's there?" Wondering what new knock knock joke he's whipping out from the seemingly endless supply of jokes he had.
"nobel".
"Nobel who?" You asked as you opened the door.
"nobel, so I knocked", sans shrugged with that playful grin on his face, Papyrus groaned behind him. The two were dressed comfortably, Papyrus in his pjs with rubber duckies on them and Sans in a black tee and a pair of sweatpants.
You rolled your eyes playfully, a smirk forming on your face "Very funny", stepping aside to let the two skeletons in. The two walked in, with Papyrus making a beeline for your cat who was curiously poking its head out to see what all the fuss was about.
"it's not no-bell prize worthy, but if you like it then it's good enough", giving you a nuzzle on the cheek.
A bit of warmth crept on your face "That would have been really cute if it wasn't for that pun".
Papyrus walked over with you cat comfortably curled in his arms "AGREED, YOUR ROMANTIC GESTURES ARE SOURED BY YOUR CONSTANT NEED FOR PUNS BROTHER", he huffed.
The three of you moved over to the living room, you looked at the brothers with anticipation, waiting to see their reaction to the blanket fort. Papyrus's reaction was immediate, an excited noise escaped his teeth as he gently placed the cat and bags he had been carrying down to admire your work.
"WOWIEE HUMAN, YOUR BLANKET FORT HAS EXCEED MY ALREADY HIGH EXPECTATIONS!" He exclaimed, crawling in only to be delighted even more so that he could comfortably sit without having his skull bumping into the blanket ceiling "I DON'T EVEN HAVE TO SLOUCH TO FIT IN", you felt a bit of pride.
"heh, trying to one up my fort?" Sans asked keeping his eyelights on the fort.
"Me? Trying to one up you? Please, that's a blanket statement". Papyrus poked his head out with a look of betrayal as you punned.
Sans smile grew "if you say so, I'll try not to get too wrapped up with it". With that, the taller skeleton got up and grabbed his bag to set up the food he brought on the coffee table, leaving the two punners behind.
"but in all honesty, it's a great fort, puts mine under the covers", Sans stated nodding in approval.
Your smiled softened "Come on yours was great too, especially since you made it on the fly. I had hours to perfect this, do you know how many times it collapsed on me? Be glad that I'm not an architect".
"i'd say the results would be pretty concrete, wouldn't want you to crack under pressure", you move your arm to punch his shoulder but as usual he dodged it effortlessly.
As he dodged your futile punch, you noticed the small bag he was carrying on left "it's the movies me and paps picked out" he answered the question forming in your head, he sat down in the blanket fort setting his bag aside.
"Oh? And may i know what these movies are? Well I mainly wanna know yours, I'm guessing Paps picked an adventure film or a family film", you say, sitting down next to him, your knee touching his knee cap.
"right on the money with paps", he leans back on a pillow, propping himself up with both arms behind his skull "and i ain't telling ya, these metaphorical lips are sealed".
Joining him, leaned your head against him "Oh come on, at least tell me what genre it is. Is it a comedy or one of those movies that are so bad their good".
"gonna have to get that information from my cold dead hands".
"Really now?" you lean over to face him, your hands resting on each of his sides "Wonder if i could tickle your funny bone to get that info out of you".
"do your worst, nothin gets under my skin", he said cooly.
Just for that pun, you attacked with a barrage of tickles. Fingers tickling in spots you'd typically be most sensitive to, but to your dismay his face gave no reaction except for that ever growing smug grin.
"told ya", he said before sitting up and pushing you down, effectively switching positions.
He was on top of you with his phalanges intertwined with your fingers, keeping you pinned down. His face, mere inches away from yours and his face was shadowed with only the warm lights of the fairy light illuminating the edges of his skull. His eyelights were soft and dilated, the only sound you could hear was your ever increasing breath and the sound of your soul stuttering.
Thump Thump
Your cheeks grew warmer, as he slowly made to move in closer to your face. A kiss? You closed your eyes, happily accepting a kiss. For a moment, nothing happened then you felt his phalanges leave and move to your sides. When suddenly you felt a sharp tickling sensation of bony phalanges dance across your skin under your shirt. Your eyes shot open as your burst out laughing, you move your hands to push away his but he deceptively had a strong hold of you.
"S-Sans!" you barely spat out between laughing fits, snorting in a breath "That's cheating!" he moved from your sides tickling your armpit and neck.
"what? this ain't tickling your fancy?"
"No!" you spat, feeling the tears streaming down your face "Make it stop" you pleaded.
"alright, say uncle", he briefly stopped to let that sink in.
...
You blinked, taking the opportunity to catch your breath "Are... Are you serious...?"
...
He stared at you for a moment before resuming his attack in response. A snort got caught in your throat as you sharply inhaled the air. You can feel your cheeks starting to ache from the smiling and your stomach cramping from laughing fits.
You were even getting a little lightheaded "U-uncle!" you surrendered. He quickly retracted his phalanges from your ticklish spots. You panted, taking a moment to calm down and catch your breath.
Once calmed down, you sat up face to face with him, pouting "You're the worst, catching me off guard like that".
"hey pal, just dishing back what you were serving", he chuckles.
"Ugh, to think you faked out a smooch. Unbelievable", crossing your arms.
His cheekbones dusted with a light blue, he cupped your face in his hands "if you wanted to smooch you could have just asked", he said warmly.
Thump thump
The warmth crept back in "Please", you softly said, you're lips feeling tender and tingly.
"well, since you asked so nicely", he pulls you in, his teeth nuzzling against your lips. Small warm tingles peppered your lips, you reciprocated with applying back your own pressure from your lips. You felt warm, loved and safe with him.
The two of you pull back, you're face glowing with red and warmth and Sans literally glowing. The two of you looked at each other longingly, fingers and phalanges intertwined. The quiet tender moment was interrupted with a small squeal of delight. Looking out the entrance of the blanket fort, you see Papyrus crouching down with his hands cupping his jaw. Realising the two of you noticed him, he cleared his throat and quickly left with your cat to give you space. You shook your head, chuckling softly.
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