#undertailsecretsanta

Merry Christmas Rune! @landofartandwriting I went with your prompt for the skelebros being good role models for their human. I remember the first dish my father ever taught me to make that I could make without future supervision was fried eggs so I figured it would be something Edge/Boss would find suitable for the human as a first cooking lesson. I hope you have a wonderful holiday and I had a lot of fun making this for you.

@madkhat I am your @undertailsecretsanta Secret Santa this year! I hope you like my interpretation of your honeyfire request. I had a lot of fun making it. Merry Christmas!

Hi Mod Kasha! Here’s your Secret Santa gift! ^.^ Let me just say, Sanitty is THE MOST precious thing ever!!!! I was listening to the songs you recommended while drawing this and my heart just about exploded. Anyways, hope you enjoy it! (Also, Sans, what is that in your pocket? >.>)

Typically, there are two types of people when it comes to visiting the beach: people who go in the water, and people who don’t.  Before this trip to California, you would’ve made an educated guess that Edge would be the former and Red would be the latter. That assumption was flipped on its head when you actually got there: maybe it was because Edge had you to cuddle with and Red had a human surfing instructor to go make goo goo eyes at.  Maybe it was because Red gave little enough of a shit to put on swim trunks, whereas your boyfriend was still dressed like he walked straight out of a Hot Topic buy four get three free sale.  But whatever the reason, it ended up that Edge stayed on the sand with his arms around you, and Red went splashing around in the shallows with a rental surfboard.  You were sitting together on a beach towel in the shade, with him behind you, and you practically in his lap.  He was hugging you from behind and, of course, still tall enough to see over your head. “He’s going to hurt himself,” you mused, holding on to one of the strong, boney arms Edge had wrapped around your waist. “Should we go save him?” “FROM WHAT?  DROWNING?” Ah.  It was easy to forget little things like the fact that skeleton monsters did not have the physiological need to breathe. “No.  From embarrassment.” Edge wrapped his arms around you a little tighter, and you felt him nuzzle his nasal cavity against the top of your head. “I’M HAPPY HERE IN THE SUN WITH YOU.” It wasn’t often you got to hear him say that he was happy, however tangentially and despite the fact that he said it around you more than he did around anyone else. “HOWEVER…  IF YOU ARE TRYING TO SAY THAT YOU WOULD LIKE TO PLAY IN THE WATER.  AND TAKE ME WITH YOU, SINCE I AM YOUR DATEMATE AND EVERYTHING IS BETTER WITH MY COMPANY.  THEN ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS ASK!” You tilted your head back to look him in the eyes.  “But you didn’t bring swim trunks.” “THIS CLOTHING WILL SUFFICE.  IT IS BUILT TO WITHSTAND ALL SORTS OF PERILS!” he told you proudly, even though you knew full well that it had plenty of normal wear-and-tear.  “I DON’T THINK THAT WATER IS ITS LIMIT.” “What about sand?  I’m warning you.  No matter what you’re wearing, no matter how secure you think your pants are, if you let the waves out there batter you around enough, you will get sand right up in your asscrack.” “I DON’T HAVE ONE.” “You will get sand right up in your pelvis.” “THAT’S ALRIGHT.  IT’S ALREADY THERE.”  He shifted uncomfortably and pulled a strange expression, earning a laugh from you.  “I WOULD HAVE GOTTEN UP AND TRIED TO SHAKE IT OUT BUT I DIDN’T WANT TO LET GO OF YOU. AND BESIDES.  THAT IS NOT A FLATTERING THING TO DO IN FRONT OF YOUR GIRLFRIEND.” “Oh, I don’t care.”  You gave him a little nudge on his arm with the back of your hand.  “I think we’re deep enough in love to be past the point of trying to act perfect around each other all the time.  Don’t you?” Oh, the L-word always hit him right in the soul.  No matter how often it was spoken between you at this point, no matter how normal it was for the two of you to say it in reference to each other nowadays, it still always made him falter and realize all over again how…  happy he was.  He turned his face away from you a little, but not before you could catch his sharp teeth stretching into a bigger, more genuine smile, and the light blush flooding to his cheeks. “BUT WE ARE PERFECT.  I WOULD ACCEPT NO LESS, EITHER FOR MYSELF OR FOR YOU!” His meaning was clear—he didn’t mean ‘perfect’ in a pure sense, but ‘perfect’ in that you were perfect for each other and to each other.  He recognized your imperfections, and maybe even his own, but they were a part of the two of you and your love for each other, so it was a part of something that was overall, in his eyes, perfect. “…  IN ANY CASE.  DID YOU WANT TO GO OUT AND PLAY IN THE WATER?” You quirked an eyebrow at him.  “Well, did you?”  You’d gotten pretty good at reading between the lines, given how often Edge was a tsundere about everything down to what he wanted to have for dinner.  And one of his favorite tactics was acting like you were the one who wanted something, in order to justify asking for it.  He especially liked to do that when it was something he was afraid or otherwise unwilling to try alone. Maybe he wanted to try surfing with you. Red disappeared under the water with a splash so dramatic you both turned to look, and had to be pulled up by the arm by the surfing instructor.  You felt each warm puff of breath as Edge chuckled against the side of your head. “MAYBE WE SHOULD AT LEAST SHOW MY BROTHER HOW IT’S DONE.” “We’re beginners, too.  That’ll probably be us in a few minutes.” “NO WAY.  WE WILL CONQUER THIS OCEAN LIKE ANY FOE!” All you could imagine was him trying to fight the water lapping at the shore. “DON’T LAUGH AT ME, CHISPY, MY DEAR.  WE CAN CONQUER ANYTHING TOGETHER!”  In one swift move, he both got to his feet and lifted you to your feet along with him.  He lifted you from under your arms, briefly leaving your feet dangling over the ground, before he set you back down steady on your own two feet.  “THAT IS WHY I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!” No matter how long it took him to recover from hearing that you loved him, he always remembered to tell you that he loved you back. The two of you jogged hand-in-hand out to the water’s edge, where the surfing instructor was just taking Red’s surfboard back from him.  You just caught the tail end of their conversation. “You’ll get the hang of it if you keep trying.” She was using her customer service voice.  “Like I said, you can come back for lessons during the week all summer.  We’ve got some great instructors here for that. Twenty dollars a session.” “oof.  thanks for the sales pitch, doll.  i’m gonna go drink until i forget how much my ass hurts.” “AHEM!” Edge stepped forward. “BROTHER!  ALLOW CHISPY AND ME TO SHOW YOU HOW IT IS DONE!  PLEASE.  SIT ON THE SAND AND OBSERVE.” The surfing instructor turned her attention to you, seeming to realize that you wanted a turn.  “Oh, have you two been surfing before?  We’re doing free surfboard rentals and basics but, like, if you’ve surfed a lot before, you can totally just use one of our surfboards for awhile without me giving you the rundown.”  She was probably a local.  She sounded like a Cali girl if you’d ever heard one. “NO!  BUT WE WILL SHOW HIM HOW TO BE GOOD BEGINNERS AT IT!” Edge asserted confidently. “whatever ya say, boss.” Well, the pressure was on now.  Red was sitting in the sand a few feet away with a grin that was just challenging you to fulfill Edge’s promise of an outstanding performance.  You would try your best, but you were already anticipating screwing up hilariously. At least the three of you could all laugh about it if that happened. “Alriiight, so the first thing we’re gonna do here is figure out if you surf regular foot or goofy foot.” “I AM NOT GOOFY AND NEITHER ARE MY FEET!” Edge interjected.  “REGULAR!” “Let her explain, sweetie,” you reminded him with a gentle touch on his arm. “…  Right, so, regular foot means you feel more comfortable riding the board with your left foot forward.  Like this.” She demonstrated, holding out her arms as if for balance even as the surfboard she was using was planted firmly on the sand for the demonstration.  “And goofy foot means you feel more comfortable with your right foot forward, instead.  Like this.” She switched feet, holding the same position for a moment before dropping her arms to her sides.  “That’s all.  Go ahead and try it on your boards.  See what feels more natural for you.  That’ll be the stance you use from now on.” You were glad to start out with some nice and easy setup.  You didn’t feel quite ready to go out on the water yet.  You tried each stance, a few times, before deciding that the ‘regular’ stance felt right to you. Your boyfriend, on the other hand, took a lot longer.  He furrowed his brow, staring down at his feet as he switched back and forth between the positions.  You were sure that if he was actually undecided about which felt more natural, he would’ve just picked regular.  So that must mean… You cracked a big smile.  “…  You’re a goofy-foot, aren’t you, honey?” “I AM NOT!” “Are too.” “WELL!  I PREFER TO STAND THIS WAY!  BUT IT’S CERTIANLY NOT GOOFY!”  He turned to the instructor.  “THIS STANCE! IT NEEDS A NEW NAME!  WHAT ABOUT…  COOL FOOT?” “…  Okay. Well, whichever foot you have in front right now, that’s the foot you’re gonna use when you pop up on the board out in the water.  Popping up is what we’re gonna practice next, mkay?  And it’s probably going to be what takes the most getting used to.  It can take some practice to hold your balance right. So what you’re gonna do, is you’re gonna lie on your stomach on your surfboard and paddle out.  Paddle for awhile.  Paddle around ‘till you find a good place to try and catch a wave.” Again, she demonstrated for you, mimicking swimming movements above the sand.  “And when you think you see a good wave to catch, you’re gonna put your hands on the board like you’re doing a push-up.  Legs stretched out behind you.  And then, real fast and smooth, push yourself up and plant your feet in the proper position.  Front foot facing forward, back foot pointing to the side. Don’t end up on your knees on the board, you’ll probably fall over.  Let’s practice popping up on land!” It felt silly and kind of embarrassing to do that, with all the strangers around, not to mention Red staring teasingly at the two of you.  But it was certainly something that took a bit of practice.  You kept finding your feet planted just slightly wrong, or it took you a bit longer than you would’ve liked to get to your feet from your position lying prone on your stomach.  Still, you were better off than Edge.  He might’ve been a bit too tall for the rental surfboard, despite being given the longest one they had in stock.  He ended up, quite a few times, with one of his feet or the other on the sand instead of on the board. But eventually, you both felt like you got the hang of it.  It helped him to look to you for a better (and prettier!) example. “Looking pretty good, guys!”  The instructor clapped her hands together, particles of sand flying out like dust in the air.  “Are we all ready to go out on the water?” Edge looked to you.  Was he… nervous about this?  You couldn’t blame him if he was.  He’d only popped up correctly a couple of times, and it had been inconsistent. “…  WE’RE GOING TOGETHER, RIGHT?” “Well, we can’t all ride the same wave, but we’ll all paddle out together, I’ll go first, and then you two can try and follow me, okay?” “…  VERY WELL.  STAY CLOSE, CHISPY.” God, he made it sound like some kind of suicide mission. The three of you paddled out into the water together, the surfing instructor taking the lead.  You weren’t far behind her, but Edge started to lag behind the two of you—his skeletal hands weren’t as good at paddling through the water as your fleshy ones were—so you slowed down to match his speed. The instructor had to shout back at the two of you for you to hear her over the distance and the roaring of the waves. “We’ve got a good one coming in! Now watch me!” A sizeable wave approached, and she demonstrated the proper technique with the practiced grace of somebody who had likely been doing it since childhood.  She hopped off her surfboard on the beach and stood proudly there to watch you, surfboard pulled upright at her side and tucked under her arm.  Red looked impressed. One or the both of you were so going to fall on your face trying to replicate that. And you decided that if one of you was going to have to fall on your face first, it would be you. “I’ll take the next one,” you volunteered bravely.  You ran through it all in your head—push-up position, pop up, left foot forward, knees off the board… “YES!  SO BRAVE!  GO FOR IT! I BELIEVE IN YOU!” Damn.  This next big wave coming in looked even more daunting than the first, but maybe that was because you were looking at it with the knowledge that you were going to try to surf on it. You had that last-minute second of doubt, just as the wave was upon you, like you suddenly didn’t know what the hell you were doing.  You pushed up, felt yourself wobble, and were sure you were going to tip right over… but you remembered your footing, steadied yourself, and the next thing you knew, you were gliding through the water on your surfboard! Honestly, you felt like a baby deer taking its first few steps in the world, knees locked in place, terrified you were still going to fall.  But all three of your onlookers were cheering you on with utmost enthusiasm, all the way until you made it to the shore and stumbled on to the sand. “Beautiful form!  Great work!” the instructor praised you.  “Now let’s see how your…  Boyfriend…?” “Boyfriend,” you confirmed breathlessly. Looking out at the water, you couldn’t miss him.  He stuck out like a sore thumb in the best way possible. “Let’s see how your boyfriend does.” Looking at him now, you could already kind of tell things weren’t going to go great.  He kept paddling out to catch a wave, then changing his mind and just letting the water rush past him.  He even started to get into a push-up position, then changed his mind and flopped back down on to his stomach instead of surfing the wave. He needed encouragement, just like he gave you. “You can do it, babe!” you called out to him, hands cupped around your mouth in hope it would help carry your voice to him. “I believe in you!” “I KNOW!  JUST WATCH!” That gave him just the confidence boost he needed.  Maybe too much of a confidence boost.  He decided to try and ride the first wave he saw. And he tried to get to his feet very quickly. And one of his feet stepped right off the side of the board, sending him splashing clumsily into the water. Red burst out laughing like it was the funniest damn thing he’d ever seen.  You caught the surfing instructor covering her mouth and letting out a little peal of giggles, too. You were the one who splashed out into the water to go check on him.  He was a tough guy, and you had no doubt he’d turn up alright.  You were mostly just going out there to take care of his hurt ego, not anticipating any sort of physical injury. Of course, skeletons sank like a rock, too. So you waded out waist-deep in the water and still didn’t see him, even as the wave that tipped him washed over you. You didn’t see him.  But the water threw him straight into you and sent both of you tumbling back up on to the beach.  When the water receded again, it left the two of you there, you on your back and him clinging to you with his arms around your waist. Slowly, with water still leaking out of several different crevices in his skull, he looked up at you. “…  CLEARLY I DID THAT ON PURPOSE.” “Clearly~” you teased him. “I DID!  THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT I WANTED.  I…  WANTED TO SEE YOU GET YOUR HAIR WET!”  His expression softened for a moment, as did his voice.  “…  YOU LOOK LIKE A MERMAID WITH YOUR HAIR WET.”  He tucked some of it behind your ear. It really hadn’t been necessary to tell the instructor he was your boyfriend.  She could tell right now. Speaking of which, you didn’t want to get too heavy on the PDA.  So you gave Edge a kiss of acknowledgement, then helped him to his feet. “Don’t worry about it.  Most people wipe out on their first try,” the instructor reassured him with an easy-going laugh.  “You can keep trying.  Orrr come to one of our lessons during the week.” That sounded like fun.  You felt like you could improve—like maybe you just got lucky on your first try.  You would’ve been happy to sign up on the spot. It was too bad your flight back home was on Sunday. *          *          * “You’re extending the trip?” You stood behind Edge, watching him curiously as he revised the calendar he’d brought along.  The arrow marked ‘VACATION’ that had initially ended on Sunday was now hastily extended to the following Friday. “YES.  ONLY FOR A FEW DAYS, THOUGH.  I DON’T WANT SANS GETTING TOO COMFORTABLE.  HE MIGHT NEVER LEAVE.” You could guess what this was about.  The beach trip was still fresh in your mind, and apparently, it was still fresh in his mind, too.  You wrapped your arms around him from behind. “…  Did you want to go back and try those surfing lessons?” you asked gently. “…  IT MAY BE…  FUN…  TO ACTUALLY SURF PROPERLY LIKE I KNOW I CAN.” “I’ll go with you.” “GOOD.  I ALREADY SIGNED US UP.  JUST THE TWO OF US.”  He turned around and hugged you back. It never got any less sweet, seeing how far Edge would go just to try and look cool in front of you and impress you. You could never quite find the words to tell him that you loved him just as much even when he wasn’t trying.

Hello, this is my submission for @undertailsecretsanta. This is for @arzuera ! Hi, I’m your Secret Santa! I wasn’t sure what exactly you wanted and I couldn’t reach you so I did the best I could. Hopefully, you like it, but Bit fell off her bike and the brothers are worked up over it as Sans heals her.

Bonus: https://imgur.com/a/3d5HQIE

I may have gone a little overboard but the gastercest doesn’t really count because i made it weird X3