Short Stack (MT Sans)

The movie marathon had ended, and all of the relaxed feelings that had settled in his bones during this little surprise completely disappeared. Gah, it was what? Two in the morning? He looked at his watch. With the shine of the television, Stack could see that it was in fact three in the morning, and he had to be up for work in two and a half hours, so that he and his brother could run a last minute inventory check before Puzzle’s toy shop opened at 8:00.

He wanted to be frustrated with you, but with you draped across his ribs like it was your rightful place, there was no way he could be. He sighed.

“The things we do for each other, Tootsie Pop,” he grumbled to your sleeping form. Light snores from you were your only response. He flicked an annoying piece of hair out of your face that covered up your eyes. Sure, they were closed, but they were fluttering beneath your eyelids and were still beautiful. He amused himself with thoughts of what you could be dreaming about. He jumped when you suddenly grabbed on his ulna to pull his entire arm closer to you.

“I love you, Bone Daddy,” you mumbled, and he had to cover his mouth with his fist to keep in the laughter. He was totally going to use this as friendly blackmail material later.

Puzzle (MT Papyrus)

Initially, Puzzle had been the one to fall asleep first in your Movie Marathon Extravaganza. After all, he was very much an “early to bed, early to rise, makes brilliant skeletons all the more wise” type of monster. After all, his store did open at 8:00. He squinted up at the clock above your TV, and was appalled to see that it was only 3:00! AM! How was he supposed to go back to sleep now? Usually when he woke up, it was because of his natural alarm telling him that he needed to get ready for work, but nooooOOOO! His wonderful, efficient sleeping pattern was gone in the dust, ruined, never to be seen again! Even if he managed to create a new sleeping pattern for himself, it would be no more efficient than his old one!

As he lamented the loss of his sleep strategy, he felt your face nuzzle his collar bone, as if silently apologizing. He sighed and brushed some of their hair to the side, and you awkwardly captured his arm to cuddle with it.

“I love you, bone daddy.”

The nickname went straight over his head as he closed his eyes.

“I love you too, dearest.”

Wally (MF Sans)

As soon as you had proudly shown off your surprise for him, he had already reasoned that there was no way in Hell that he was going in to work before noon. Even if Quizzy showed up to drag his sorry ass to work, there was no way he was leaving this position. You hadn’t left your position in his lap, and boy was it comfortable for the both of you. While it is no secret or coincidence that he likes to make the horizontal tango a little more vertical, it’s also very comforting for him to have all of you in his arms, as your source of strength and protection. Wally might not have been super great with words, but at least he knew how to convey that you were his and letting you go was never easy.

Therefore, his complete delight and joy showed on his face when you snuggled into the radius that was holding you against his chest as you slept soundly. He snickered quietly to himself as he brushed your hair out of your face, because your nose had wrinkled at the slight disturbance of your sleep.  

“Whaaaaat? I’m just making sure you get your beauty sleep,” he joked, though he was almost positive that you were asleep. In response, you nuzzled into his radius one more time.

“I love you, bone daddy,” you mumbled.  

He coughed to hide a perverted cackle. No, this was a pure moment, and he was going to let you sleep.

Quizzy (MF Papyrus)

While your pillow fort was great for watching movies in, it was absolutely dismal as a sleeping spot. You had assured him that the lack structural integrity in your fort was completely intentional, so that you two could tear it down super easily once you were done using it.

But how could he know for certain that you were done using it, if you had fucking fallen asleep?! How had you even fallen asleep?! It was only 11:00 pm! Now Quizzy was no late-night night owl like his brother, but he usually fell asleep around midnight! He had to assure himself, though, that not many people could measure up to all of the Inquisitor’s expectations. He supposed, begrudgingly, that you were no exception, but now he was feeling guilt about having to wake you, because there was no way he was sleeping in such an uncomfortable place! Your bed was literally right there, and instead you had chosen to sleep on the floor.

“You are a strange creature,” he muttered. In response, you grabbed his arm and nuzzled into it. He jumped. “Wait! Are you awake?!”

No response. He poked you. “Amore? Are you trying to puzzle me again?” Still no response. “Reflex,” he muttered to himself.

“I love you, bone daddy,” you muttered.

He pushes you off of him, his cheeks flaming maroon. “ARE YOU AWAKE OR AREN’T YOU?”