Sans, tail me your secret
sfw, 1000 words
An innocent slice of life. You and Sans get to know each other better in the early stages of relationship.
Warnings:
Intimacy (but no outright suggestive themes, nothing happens besides obvious attraction, that’s not the focus of this text)
A few curse words
Some tears, some drama (but it ends well, you both will be alright)
As always, your writing and drawings are more than welcome! You can write a different ending, or change how the whole scene would play out, I'd love to see it.
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What a nice evening, you thought.
You two got ready to binge-watch the tenth season of Ancient Aliens. Almost 10 years have passed since the monsters came to the surface and Sans has been busy with going through all the old shows. It gave you an opportunity to rewatch some old classics or discover something you have previously missed.
Surrounded with snacks and blankets, you got comfortable and he was now sitting close to you on the couch. Not really paying attention to NASA's Secret Agenda, you were discreetly observing his face. So relaxed, lively. Happy.
In a sudden surge of courage and affection you coaxed him to move onto your lap.
He followed your lead seemingly without a second thought while his eyelights remained glued to the TV. You almost missed the twitch of the corner of his smile as he tried to keep a poker face, but you were getting really good at reading him those days. As he nestled in your lap, leaning with his back against your chest, an eerie feeling crept up on you. Even though his bones were thicker than your own, he seemed so fragile. It was... wrong. He was too exposed and you didn't like that at all. You embraced him gently, closing your eyes and wishing that your body could become his shield.
What a nice evening.
The living room was pleasantly warm, contrasting with the snow that was faintly visible outside the windows. Fire crackling in the fireplace, the smell of burning pine wood, tea with orange slices and cloves....
What a nice–
Your eyes opened wide. With him sitting flush against you the crests of his ischium dug into your thighs – it felt insanely intimate, but you kept your composure until something poked against your abdomen.
...
The fuck was that?
You froze.
Both his hands were in your view.
He was still sitting calmly, though you could see droplets of sweat forming on his skull.
When he leaned forward to reach for a cookie, something the size of a finger brushed against your belly, and suddenly all you could see was an image of a big fat rat crawling under his shorts, or a spider, or....
You jumped up with a yelp, throwing Sans off your lap, trying to catch him with your left hand and falling with him on the carpet, cookies flying through the air, crumbs everywhere. You managed to break the fall with your right forearm, still awkwardly squishing Sans to your left side.
Silence.
Only the dramatic clatter of the tin bowl against the wooden floor.
He scrambled away from you with such pain in his wide-open eyesockets that you thought he was about to cry, but there was no chance to console him. He shortcutted out of the room.
He just wanted a fucking chocolate cookie.
You felt a wave of dread surging through your body in a sickening way.
You felt like the worst trash on earth.
Calm down.
At least one of you can't freak out.
You are going to laugh about it later, it's okay.
Breathe.
You climbed the stairs on shaky legs and quietly knocked on his door.
“Sans? Are you there?”
No response.
“Knock, knock?” you whined miserably. “Babe, I'm so sorry, please let me explain.”
You began to wonder if he had teleported to his room at all, and not somewhere else. You sat down by the door and took out your phone. Your hands were shaking so much that writing a message was a real challenge.
You:
Sans. I am extremely sorry. My reaction was involuntary, caused by surprise and nothing more. I am so disappointed in myself for hurting you like this. Your expression will haunt me till the day I die. Rest assured I am punished.
I was simply surprised because…
dont tell him about the rat
...because I still have no idea what you touched me with. I don't know your body that well yet. I'm sorry that my reaction was so spectacular.
Read.
You sighed with relief and waited.
Sans:
heh
it was quite spectacular wasn't it
You:
I'm so sorry
Will you come back and talk?
Sans:
and risk being yeeted across the floor? fat chance, buddy
You:
I'm so sorry...
After a bit of back and forth, some more grovelling and some heartfelt promises, Sans opened the door. You sat up hopefully, but slouched again when you saw his serious expression. His usual grin looked more like an uneasy grimace.
“it's my tail” he grumbled so quietly you almost didn't catch that.
“Your... tail? Your tail moves?”
“i move it. it doesn’t have a mind of its own.”
“Why did you move it?” You asked stupidly and mentally slapped yourself in the face.
Exasperation flashed through his face briefly as he rolled his eyelights.
“i didn't– buddy, pal, it’s short but it’s still a tail and functions like one. when i bend or reach, it reacts to balance me, however ridiculous that sounds.”
He remained silent for a moment and you dared not to speak. His eyesockets narrowed slightly.
“yours doesn't, huh?”
“No! I don't really have one, mine is just a couple of fused vertebrae.”
“mine isn't fused.”
You wanted to ask if you could see it, but even though you bit your tongue Sans read your face like an open book.
“tsch. you've got some nerve.”
You groaned, curling up on the floor in front of him.
“I am so sorry...”
“i will remember to let myself react wildly the moment your body surprises me,” You heard his ominous voice above you. He hummed thoughtfully and a smirk slowly crept on his face. “yeah. i will flail and scream. heh.”
“Sans...”
“now, my tea’s getting cold” he walked past you calmly, his voice finally relaxed again. “and i believe you’ve got crumbs to sweep up. c'mon.”
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I'm probably gonna get flames for this, but I don't care. I need to get this off my chest.
I just finished reading the comics on which Batman: Under the Red Hood was based. And... I have no words to describe what I feel right now.
When I was watching the movie, I was upset that Bruce basically chose Joker, his son's murderer, over Jason. And I heard of the batrang while reading fics. But to see it with my own eyes? It was worse. Now, I don't know whether Batman threw batrang on accident or on purpose, and to be honest, I don't care. He did it and hurt Jason. He can go to hell, along with Joker. Jason deserves better.
That's all. Thanks for listening to my rant.
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I've seen "I don't know how to play with toys anymore" a few times lately and just wanted to point out-
Playing with toys looks different for everyone, even actual children!
Playing with toys can look like: 🧸🪁🚂
Taking pictures of your toys and writing captions for them
Brushing or grooming soft toys or toys with rooted hair
Ordering or sorting your toys by colour/species etc
Making up stories, poems or comics about your toys
Dressing or accessorising your toys
Imagining your toys talking to you or each other, forming opinions of their own, etc
Drawing your toys
Taking your toys for a walk outside, even in a backpack or pocket if you don't want to carry them openly
Making lists of the toys you have and where you got them etc
Feel free to add your own ideas
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