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creative-poptart · 4 years

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The sleepy boys meet their soulmate at a friend's house at some ungodly hour in the morning, don’t ask why they're up at this time. The attraction is immediate and clearly mutual! The person introduces themselves and offers a hug in greeting and...promptly falls asleep when the skelly wraps their arms around them. Looks like the boys coats are way too comfy and someone hasn’t had their coffee yet! Whoops!

@chibijessykat, this is a cute ask, and I think it works well! These poor bois have no idea what’s going on, so let’s see if we can help them out. Also, as a note to followers, because this happened with this particular ask, keep the character count in mind! If I haven’t gotten your ask, Tumblr may have eaten it because there were too many characters! Don’t be afraid to send in two asks if you’re worried you’re going over, I won’t count it as two different ones.

UT Sans/Vanilla: So, he never anticipated that he even had a soulmate, much less meeting one like this! Vanilla is pleasantly surprised to meet you, but he doesn’t know exactly what’s expected of him when he meets his soulmate. After all, there’s only one person who’s really made for him, and that’s you, and now that he’s meeting you, he’s a little lost. However, when you offer the hug, he melts into it like butter on warm toast, sinking into your arms. When you fall asleep on him, though, he ends up being even more confused before he decides to go with it. Vanilla is perfectly fine with just taking a nap and cuddling up with you for the first time you two meet. It feels right, somehow, like the two of you were made to be permanent nap buddies, and you were.

“heh, well, this is not what someone would usually suspect happens when it comes to soulmates, but there’s no complaint here.”

UF Sans/Red: Much like Vanilla, Red didn’t anticipate that he would ever have a soulmate in his life. Sure, he hoped for one, but to legitimately get one is a whole other ballpark that he did not see coming. He’s sweating bullets the whole time, trying to figure out what’s going on and how he should be taking this new information to process it. You offering a hug to him is a little on the uncomfortable side, since he doesn’t know how to deal with positive affection yet. When you start to fall asleep on him, he relaxes just a little bit, though not by too much. You showing this much trust in Red proves that you’re not scared of him, which was his main worry upon meeting you. You’re going to get snuggles until you wake up, and then there will be a proper introduction.

“it ain’t how things ‘d be done from what ‘ve heard before, but no skin off m’ back here, let ‘em sleep as long as they like.”

US Papyrus/Stretch: Of course he would be meeting his soulmate on a day when he was more tired than normal. Stretch finds himself floundering a lot more than he wants to when he meets you and you’re literally his soulmate. As much monsterkind anticipates their soulmates, he’s got a pit of dread in his non-existent stomach. While he’s still caught off guard, you come up and give him a hug, without warning. His body moves to automatically catch you, and then you happen to fall asleep on him. On the one hand, this is really awkward and he doesn’t know what to do, but on the other, he’s got a golden opportunity to take a nap. Stretch elects to join you in sleeping, heading over to a couch or chair to curl up with you in his arms for a few hours or so.

“all bundled up and ready for some snuggling, are we? there’s nothing better for me to do right now, so we can do that together.”

SF Papyrus/Rus: Of all the things that he expected from that day, meeting his soulmate for the first time was not on the list. Right from the moment he laid his sockets on you, Rus knew that you were somehow going to be absolutely perfect for him. This is only strengthened from the fact that your face seems as tired as he feels at this very moment. He pulls you into the hug eagerly, but he’s trying to figure out what to tell you to win your heart over when you end up falling asleep on him. If you were awake to see it, you would have seen that his little eyelights turn into small, upside-down hearts. You’re too perfect for words, and Rus is more than happy to take you somewhere to lay down for a cuddle. After the nap is over, he’s going to ask you on a date properly.

“it’s absolutely fine that y’ fell asleep on me, there’s no worries here. one thing, though, would y’ like to go out on a proper date, soulmate?”

Thanks for the ask @chibijessykat!

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thebubblyship · 3 years

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Laughing Jack x Sans - Touch Starved One Shot (Commission)

Thank you to @artundertalelover who commissioned me! Here’s your fic as promised!

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Another lingering touch left Sans a sputtering mess, trying to swat away at the clawed hand underneath the table. A conversation between Toriel and Papyrus drifted onwards, and Sans was forced to participate despite the claws pulling at his hand, begging to be held and cared for.

To anyone else at the dinner table, it was a normal, relaxing evening. To Sans, he was trying to pretend that there wasn’t a nine foot serial killer clown, lingering just behind him, trying to cuddle with him at any possible moment. With thick black hair, sharp teeth, Laughing Jack could scare anyone who so much as looked at him.

It was both a blessing and a curse that his boyfriend couldn’t be seen by others. A blessing because no one would accept Sans was dating a serial killing clown. And frankly, he didn’t care. He loved Jack. Loved him. But he loved Paps, and Paps wouldn’t accept him, so they had to sneak away to even cuddle.

However, the curse came when Sans was a touch starved little puppy and Laughing Jack needed to be affectionate every single minute. A good combination on paper, yes, but not so much for a hidden relationship. Especially one where the other was invisible.

“Sansy, my little potato, I want cuddles!” Jack pouted, sticking out his arms.

Darn it. Stop being so cute! Sans wanted to fling a french fry at his boyfriend, but knew he’d look crazy, so he refrained. He couldn’t exactly explain to his brother why he was cuddling up with a fallen angel, now could he?

They met through abnormal circumstances. Laughing Jack had killed a kid from Toriel’s class, and somehow they hit it off when Sans made a pun instead of fleeing. And now he was stuck with an extremely cuddly, and oddly adorable, clown boyfriend.

It sucked that they had to keep it a secret, because Sans was touch starved. Seriously touch starved. The first time Laughing Jack drew Sans into a hug, he practically melted onto the floor. Jack was stupidly good at cuddling. It took a lot of mental control to tear Sans away from a very good cuddle.

“Sans?”

“Hm?” Sans snapped his attention to Toriel, who was now standing, holding a dirty plate in her hand. Since when was dinner finished?

“Would you like to help me with the dishes?” She asked, gently, ignoring his lost train of thought.

“Oh yeah, sure.”

Naturally, Laughing Jack followed. It was unusual at first, with a giant, invisible serial killer trailing him like an affectionate puppy, but he’s gotten far more used to it. Even found himself enjoying it. Because who would turn down an invisible boyfriend who would be willing to give cuddles any moment of the day? Sans just wished it wasn’t during inconvenient times.

When his hands were deep in soapy water, Laughing Jack sprung out from behind him, wrapping his long arms in twisting motions around Sans. A squeak escaped from the skeleton before Jack, a man who Sans wanted to both strangle and cuddle at that moment, peppered kisses all over the top of Sans’ skull.

“Sans, are you alright? You’ve become quite flushed,” Toriel asked, concerningly pressing a hand against his forehead. “Are you sick?”

“It’s fine, Tori, skeletons can’t get sick, don’t be so cold,” Sans said, trying to keep his feet uprooted instead of sinking into his lovers embrace.

“That’s what you said last time, dear.” Tsking, she gently tried to pull him forward, but Jack’s affectionate hug had caused Sans to be firmly planted in his spot. “No arguing. Off to bed right this instant. I’ll allow you a pass to be lazy because you may have caught a cold.”

Only when Sans pinched Jack did he let go, allowing for Sans to trail back to his room in defeat. Hey, he got out of dish duty, so he wasn’t complaining.

“You have to remember that these people don’t like serial killers.” Turning once the door was shut, Sans had to lean his small body up to cup Laughing Jack’s cheeks, humming softly to him. “You can’t keep doing that.”

“But I wanna cuddle…” Jack pouted, puffing out his cheeks like a child that wasn’t given candy on Christmas.

“Get over here you oversized teddy bear.”

Sans shuffled over to the bed, plopping down onto his face and motioning for Laughing Jack to come and cuddle him like the gay men they were. Silence loomed for a moment before Jack flopped next to him, one hand carefully cupping his shoulder and dragging Sans against his body. His body unhinged, almost as if his bones were made of rubber, bending and twisting until Sans was firmly surrounded by his body. It didn’t take much stretching, Jack was stupidly tall.

“Why do you always wrap around me like that?” Sans asked, turning onto his side to face Laughing Jack.

“Because you’re my precious little potato. I have to protect you.”

Sans blushed. Toby Fox was he lucky. Out of all of the guys out there, he got the hottest, more affectionate of all. Sure, he was a serial killer, but so what? Sans didn’t care, honestly. Laughing Jack could offer to whisk Sans away onto a journey, and Sans would probably accept it, no questions asked.

Sans leaned forward, wrapping his arms around Jack’s neck and giving a little skeleton kiss onto his cheek. “You’re adorable.”

“No, you are!” As if it was a competition, Jack pressed his black lips all over Sans’ face, cuddling the little skeleton as he forced him to accept his love. Sans giggled, snorting and trying to reciprocate to the best of his ability.

“Ah, how dare you attack me with my weakness!” Sans lightly went to punch Jack’s stomach, but instead dropped his head against his shoulder, nuzzling his bones into the black and white shoulder feathers. “Ya know, Jack… I love ya. I really do.”

Jack dress Sans closer into the cuddle, until Sans was completely tucked inside of his embrace like a little snuggle bug. “I love you too, my little potato.”

Before either could do anything, a knock sounded at the door. “SANS, ARE YOU ALRIGHT? TORIEL TOLD ME YOU LOOKED ILL!” Papyrus’ voice resonated from the other side of the door. “I’M COMING IN!”

Sans looked over at his boyfriend, whose lips were stretched into a thin line. “I’m not moving.” Jack said. “I’m comfy.”

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