So...I went to post this, but it dissappeared??? IDK???
Anyways, this is a drabble I wrote and tried to post last night
It’s UF!Sans/Reader, where reader is sleepy and can’t sleep.
You couldn’t sleep. No matter how hard you tried, you just didn’t feel tired. No…that was a lie. You were exhausted, but everytime you closed your eyes your mind would just start rattling off countless things you needed to do or it would start replaying stupid things you’ve said in the past week, month, hell even from a couple years back. Soon your eyes were burning with need to sleep, and yet you were staring up at the dark ceiling listening to your boyfriend gently snore.
How did skeletons snore anyways? He sure as hell didn’t know, said it started when he was younger and wanted to piss off Papyrus. A fake snore eventually turned real out of association? His chest shifted slowly with his breaths as well so maybe it wasn’t as fake as he thought…after all, the only person he ever fell asleep around besides his brother was you. Papyrus probably knew, but you couldn’t exactly text him at what…four am?
Wait.
You totally could.
He told you before that he slept from ten until three every day without fail. Sleep was apparently for the weak and he spent the rest of the night up to various things while everyone lazed about apparently.
You made sure your phone screen light was almost completely dimmed and quickly sent off a message to your boyfriends brother.
It took a few moments before an answer came back.
Papaya 4:19 AM: YES HE HAS ALWAYS SNORED. AN OBNOXIOUS SOUND. I ASSUME THAT IS WHY YOU ARE TEXTING ME INSTEAD OF LAZY AS USUAL.
You 4:19 AM: It’s called ‘sleeping’ and most humans need anywhere from 7-8 hours of sleep each night or we’ll die.
Papaya 4:20 AM: IF YOU CAN MANAGE TO FLIP HIM ONTO HIS STOMACH HE WILL STOP SNORING.
Papaya 4:20 AM: IT WILL NOT KILL HIM EITHER. WE DON’T NEED TO BREATHE TO SURVIVE.
Papaya 4:20 AM: ALSO I AM TOO WISE FOR YOUR JAPES. YOU WILL NOT DIE FROM GETTING 6 HOURS OF SLEEP, BUT STILL! ROLL HIM OVER AND GET BACK TO SLEEP! THERE ARE FAR TOO MANY ISSUES THAT CAN ARISE FROM LACK OF SLEEP AND I DON’T WANT MY BROTHERS DATEMATE PERISHING BECAUSE HE IS TOO STUBBORN TO SLEEP ON HIS STOMACH.
You 4:21 AM: mkay my spiky best friend your so rad I’mma go suffocate your brother now
Papaya 4:21 AM: MAKE SURE HIS FACE IS ACTUALLY IN THE PILLOW OR IT WILL TAKE LONGER
You couldn’t help but snort at that, and immediately after Sans shifted beside you, grumbling as his hand came up and feebly whacked at your phone to send it tumbling to the bed. “s’fuckin’ bright,” he complained and rolled onto his side to look at you sleepily. “what’re ya doin’ up?” he asked as you locked your phone and replugged it in.
“Your brother was giving me tips on how to smother you in your sleep,” you said jokingly as you settled back into your pillows. He propped his head up on his hand, you couldn’t see it but you were sure that he was giving you a look. All you could see at the moment were his two red eyelights searching your face.
“why’dya sound so….fuckin’ awake?” he asked, choosing to ignore you. You shrugged.
“Can’t sleep.”
“ya could’a woken me up,” Sans said, “woulda entertained ya or somethin’.”
“No, it’s fine,” you assured him, and rolled onto your side to cuddle up against his chest, tucking your head under his chin. His arm pulled you closer before he flopped onto his back, half-dragging you with him. After a bit of adjustment, you were both as comfortable as could be. His fingers slowly tracing patterns into your arm, and your hand up his shirt and curled around one of his ribs.
“so what’s botherin’ ya?” he asked once again, but his voice much softer. You blew air out your nose in a huff and pressed your face against his clavicle.
“Everything and nothing it seems like,” you muttered, “Just an overactive brain being dumb.”
“so…tell me,” Sans suggested, “s’not like we got anywhere to be in the mornin’.”
You hesitated but after a bit more encouragement you just started to basically babble your thoughts. Anything that popped into your mind you mumbled to him, allowing it all to just flood out of you. His only real input that let you know that he was still awake was the occasional pun, joke, genuine advice, or agreeing/disagreeing grunt. Though, you both knew you weren’t speaking right now to actually have a conversation.
It was like your brain had been straining with all this random shit that had no where to go…and now it was draining out of you and you felt yourself growing more and more tired. Your words slowly starting to become more delayed in between.
“there we go,” he murmured giving you a skeletal kiss to the top of your head.
“Thanks, Sans,” you mumbled against his neck.
“anytime, sweetheart. love hearin’ your weird thoughts. even if some of them were bout the logistics of bein’ able to smother me in my sleep like my bro suggested,” Sans said, his voice full of fake irritation, but another skeletal kiss let you know that he wasn’t bothered by it. He couldn’t die from lack of breathing considering that…you know, he didn’t have lungs.
“Mmmm…” you hummed gently, “just…you…talk?”
He was quiet for a moment before he launched into some very dry scientific theories that had no place being talked about at four am in the morning but you were already asleep before you could voice your displeasure.
