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yearning so fucking hard rn it's not even funny wow

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it's been so long since i've had a nice self insert dream.

but i've since learned not to think about it too much/try to make it happen

cuz 1st time i tried he was a animated shitpost scribble that flopped onto me and it felt absolute horrible

and 2nd time he just hates my guts for no goddamn reason, yeah.

if i have more, great! if no more skelehubby dream for the rest of my life, oh well. it was lovely while it lasted.

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my brain is straight up having delulu9000 episode to cope rn

so many self insert situations, man

tooth rottingyl cute, silly, angsty, even spooky......

daaaaaamnnn...

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sans learning how to play an ukulele just to play meme music with a shit eatin' grin

...and also to serenade his beloved under the night sky.

ye.

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ay y'know what?

on second thought, why should I let one single bad dream keep me from loving him??

it's true that hurt like hell, yeah, it sure did.

but bad dreams are bound to happen at least once in a lifetime, and if I am already doing sappy self inserts, why not do the hurt/comfort self insert????

this is literally the perfect opportunity, what the heck.

if u hafta eat, gotta have a balanced diet, eh?

about time.

'oh noooo he hates me, he hates me so much he doesn't even wanna look at me oh nooooo DDDD": '

hoho, nah naw nuh uh, screw that HECK THAT I TELL SANS ABOUT IT, AND HE IMMEDIATELY TELLS ME THAT IS FAR FROM TRUTH, HE WOULD NOT FRIGGIN HATE ME OUT OF NOWHERE

HE HAVE ME TO LOOK INTO HIS EYESOCKETS AND TELLS ME HE LOVES ME TOO MUCH TO DO THAT, AND THEN WE HAVE A NICE AHH CUDDLE SESSION YEEAAAAHHHHH

also he can literally check to see if the rumors were true, the flavor texts never lies.

silly, silly me.

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boop.

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first power outage night w sans, man.

hand shadow puppet and telling stories of related childhood memories

and maybe, unintended candlelit dinner.

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horror sans does the chuffing.

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i mean this is bound to happen eventually, but still, hurts like hell

get hated by the one you are extremely attatched to in a bad dream.

place i don't know, full of people i don't know.

saw him sitting not far away and happily ran up to greet him

only stopped dead in the track by him looking up and glared as if i am the scum of the earth before turning away in his seat

whole day has passed and brain still burns from that glare on his face

tf did i do.

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*skittering on all fours*

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w.

what if i buy a set of rings.

wear one on my own hand...and make the other into a small necklace and put it on my snas marshmallow of a plushie. (cuz it won't fit on his soft lil mitten hand)

i mean had a wedding in a dream practically means we're really married right hehahahhmmmm-

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manifest from the shadow the moment i saw his face begin to show discomfort.

standing over him, i saw the signs of his growing distress.

magic electrifying the stale air, increasingly unevened breath, limbs tensing up and twitching here and there...and i reached out just as the first disturbed hum escaped him.

night terror begin to fade when i hover my inhuman hand upon his skull. then, placing my thumb over his furrowed bonebrows, gently easing them as if physically wiping the bad feelings away.

slowly, but surely, his form relaxed. breathing pace returns normal as he settles back down.

then, putting both of my hands on sides of his skull, i leaned down, lightly placing my forehead on his before i closed my unblinking eyes.

in his now empty dreamscape, he drifts in silence, visions of timeline horror from moments ago became nothing but a fuzzy memory.

fuzzy...and warm.

then the darkness around him shifted. rippling, fluttering as if made of silk, wrapping around him in the most gentle way possible.

two waves of darkness, brushing over his cheekbones like a pair of hands...caressing his hands, cradling his face ever so lovingly.

as the ripples continue to surround him, he felt his sockets grows increasingly heavy, despite already being asleep.

distant whispers was heard as everything grows more and more fuzzy.

'good night.' was the last thing he heard before he fell further into the realm of sleep.

sans woke up hours later, somewhat more rested than average.

but the dream faded away. still there, yet unable to be recalled.

feeling funky.

kinda wanna contort into an eldritch horror that lurks in the shadows and absorbs his bad dreams when he sleeps.

i can be the weird entity under his bed. or in the dark corners of his room.

yea.

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feeling funky.

kinda wanna contort into an eldritch horror that lurks in the shadows and absorbs his bad dreams when he sleeps.

i can be the weird entity under his bed. or in the dark corners of his room.

yea.

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It took place in an alley deep in the night.

I think I was walking home, it was unusually long and dark, the lights were far apart enough to form patches of darkness between them.

Walking in and out of the light patches, I was alone.

...

Until I sense that I wasn't.

Someone was following me.

I could hear their footsteps... It was slower than mine.

They weren't trying to catch up, nor slowing down. They simply kept their distance.

At first, I kept walking. Even though i could hear my own heartbeat as anxiety shot through the roof since the realization.

But eventually, I stopped.

Why? maybe it was some sort of reckless curiousity, I wanted to see who was following me.

So I held my breath, and turned around.

I saw they also stopped walking, they were standing in the dark, only their foot was illuminated.

Worn fuzzy slippers.

Then they stepped into the light.

It's him.

Standing nearly twice taller than me, gave me a casual wave before tucking his hand back in his hoodie pocket.

Any negative emotions were gone the moment I realized it was him, mind flooded with happy fuzzy feelings instead.

I didn't really have control over my body.

My legs moved by themselves, eager to get closer to him. As I ran, my mouth opened. Hoping to call his name, to say hello...anything to express how happy I am to see him.

But only loud meows left my mouth, no matter what I am trying to say.

Well, at least it did sound pretty excited.

I hugged him right after I reached him.

Straight up, ran with my arms open, got close enough, whomf. Latched right on to his supposedly non-existing stomach.

He was soft and warm, magic, supposedly.

Almost like a cozy bed in a winter night, but squishier.

Nuzzling into his belly and tried to talk one more time, before I felt him shift and his hands came close to me.

He pick me up like I weigh next to nothing.

Now sitting on the crook of his arm, I felt him started to walk again.

Content and feeling more safe than ever, gave his cheekbone a smooch as I feel myself waking up.