it's ok to be sad when you have a skeleton to cheer you up
“ok. so first of all, you gotta sit here,” Sans told you, leading you over to the sofa as soon as you come in and shake off the lingering nightime chill from outside.
“Mysterious,” you commented with a sigh, although a small smile also found its way onto your lips. In return, Sans grinned at you as if he just won a life time supply of his favourite special ketchup or something. “What’s the occasion? You don’t normally take control like this.”
“look. if i tell ya, then how’s it gonna be a surprise? it ain’t, so just trust me.”
Well, you can’t argue with that. And you do trust him, so you sit down without further argument and watch him with open curiosity.
“lean back,” is all he says before he vanishes, taking a shortcut to who knows where. You follow his orders, another sigh making it past your teeth. You feel as if there’s a weight tugging at your spine, pressing you deeper into the couch. As if gravity is too harsh to hold you up. Allowing yourself to sink deep into the cushions feels good, but not so good that it would make the heaviness go away.
Sans reappears with a soft pop.
He’s holding some stuff that he quickly sets down on the floor at an angle where you can see it, then he holds a hand against your sternum to prevent you from sitting up and looking at it.
“You’re so dedicated to this surprise,” you comment.
He kneels down. You hear a rustle, barely audible. Something soft, like fabric? Man, you really want to know what he’s doing there -
Something soft and warm is slipped over your feet.
You look down with surprise and find that he put a pair of knitted socks on them, patterned with little bones and snowflakes.
“next,” he interrupts you, “is this.”
A soft blanket is put over your body and he carefully tugs in the sides so you’re wrapped up and cosy. After how cool the air has gotten outside on your way home this feels really nice. Finally, he dumps a stash of your favourite sweets and snacks into your lap, along with a bottle of that drink you told him you like.
Once that’s done, he sits down next to you and curls up against you, putting his arms around you so you can snuggle against his shoulder. The scent of his hoodie and his bones is comforting as ever.
“…I should’ve known you’d notice,” you tell him quietly, allowing him to pull you as close as he can.
“heard it right away when you called.”
You don’t even scold yourself for calling and making him worry. Even if he hadn’t been able to hear your sadness in spite of how hard you tried to sound cheerful, he would have seen it on your face once you came home. He’s far too good at reading people, and especially at reading you. And you do appreciate the gesture. Having him comfort and take care of you. In spite of how lazy he likes to be, he’ll go through the effort just for you.
“whatever it was. i’m here now.”
You let the words sink into you like a soothing balm and close your eyes, wrapped up in his presence.
It doesn’t make the sadness go away…
I AM PERSONALLY DECEASED ALL I DID WAS MENTION I WAS A LITTLE SAD TODAY AND YALL ARE IN HERE WRITING ME A WHOLE-ASS CERTIFIED THING (TM)!!!
Seriously though. Thank you. This is such a warm and cozy little piece, and totally nails how I imagine Sans would be as a romantic partner. Just this really calm and quiet sort of caring personality, where he doesn’t coddle and fret over you but is always there when you need him the most. God, what I wouldn’t give to have a nice, snuggly skelly bf to notice when I’m sad even if I don’t say anything. Especially since I tend to get really grouchy and rude when I’m sad, lol. It’d be nice to have somebody who knows I only get that way because I’m hurting. I’ll make sure to give this tags that’ll help me find it later so I can come back to it when I undoubtedly need the cheering up ^w^
