#I'm sorry you are having bad thoughts noonie

[silverryu25]

Hey this might sound a bit silly but I’d like to ask how would red (bara) react to sans having a bad day with his body? Like I mostly mean ecto body, like one day he comes across sans pushing and tugging on his Chubb and he has a sad look or feel awful about his thicc ecto? I’ve been having body image issues and I think red would be so sweet to him about it

Noonie I feel you on that so much! (╥﹏╥)♥

Here is a little drabble for you and I hope it can help you feel better （⊃≧ω≦(˘⌣˘⊂)♥

Other parts: part two | part three | AO3 link

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Sans sighed, his brows furrowing as he looked at the mirror.

He was standing in front of the mirror, shirt off, only in his shorts. He had his ecto body summoned from his knees to his ribs, lavish and generous in both magic and thickness. His frown deepened as he pinched the ecto chub that enveloped his bones.

‘i gained some weight again.’ He thought as he continued to pull and squeeze at the ecto. He even tried straightening up a bit and pulling in his gut to make himself look leaner.

He wasn’t usually self-conscious about the way he looked, heck he’d always been on the chubby side and should have probably lost some weight, but he never really cared about it. But it was different now. He had a reason to look good and as attractive as a short chubby skeleton monster could. Which probably wasn’t much, but he wanted to try.

Instead, here he was, gaining even more weight. It wouldn’t hurt him, the weight was mostly just an abundance of magic, it was probably even good for him and his 1HP, keeping him safer and better prepared for a drawn out fight. But he couldn’t help the fear of looking repulsive to the one person he wanted to impress.

Red.

They have been together for a while and Sans couldn’t think of losing him. Red has given Sans a new reason to try at life and helped him become the happiest he’s been in ages. Sans hoped he had done the same for Red. Yet now that their relationship has stabilized he feared Red would get bored of him, or worse, that he’d find someone more attractive and in better shape. Someone who looked like they could survive in a fight.

Not small, chubby, weak looking Sans.

So now he stood there, in front of that stupid mirror, looking at his generous chub and regretting the burger he had for lunch.

Unfortunately for him, he didn’t notice the door to the room slowly open, too focused on the mirror and thoughts of a diet haunting his skull.

Suddenly, there were large bony hands over his own, pinching the chub together with his phalanges, making Sans squeak out in surprise.

“r-red?!” He almost yelled out, caught completely off guard.

“’ey sweetheart.” Red practically purred out, bending down to nuzzle into Sans’ neck while his hands continued to run over the soft ecto. “didn’ think i’d get such a nice surprise when i got home.”

“heh, yeah.” Sans snorted dismissively, “a real big surprise, huh?”

That made Red pause, his hands stilling on Sans’ hips, skull tilting up to look at Sans’ reflection in the mirror. Their eyelights met for a moment, only for Sans to look away quickly, unable to keep eye contact with Red’s scrutinizing gaze. Red kept quiet and studied him, making Sans sweat. Mercifully, the bigger monster let out a sigh and a squeezed Sans’ hips before he spoke.

“wha’s buggin’ ya, sweetheart?” He asked, tone firm and not leaving any space for Sans’ usual avoidance. They had similar talks many times already, with both of them hiding their problems, but since they learned each other’s tells it was almost impossible to hide anything. But Sans still decided to try.

“... it’s stupid.” He mumbled out, making Red strain to hear it.

“talk.” Was the only thing the bigger monster shot back, together with holding Sans’ hips firmer, pressing his claws in the ecto to ground him and so the smaller monster couldn’t escape.

“...” Sans sweated as he fought with the embarrassment. He didn’t want to bother Red with this, it really was such a small and stupid thing. But he knew he wouldn’t be able to run, not when Red was this determined to get him to talk. So with a resigned sigh, he said “i gained weight.”

There were a few beats of quiet, then Red was back to petting and nuzzling Sans, making him let out a surprised sound. Sans spun his head towards the mirror, shocked by Red’s actions, a question already on his teeth only to die before it could be said.

“i know.” Red purred out, his nuzzling continuing as he groped over Sans’ tummy. “it’s awesome, ain’t it?”

“... a-awesome?” Sans practically whispered out, confused and shocked. Red thought him gaining weight was awesome?

“ye.” The bigger skeleton shot back as if it was the only possible answer. “means i’m doin’ a good job takin’ care of ya. yer eatin’ good and yer lookin’ good. and i get more of ya to cuddle. i just love da way ya feel sansy. so soft and pretty and perfect. i could touch ya forever an’ not get bored. an’ yer so pretty to look at, dat blue reminds me of da sky an’ everythin’ good since we came to da surface. fuck, sansy yer gorgeous.”

Sans blushed brighter and brighter as Red talked, while Red’s purr got louder and louder. Sans could feel it as his back pressed into Red’s ribs, his whole body vibrating from the pleasure Red was emitting. Red’s hands kept roaming Sans’ ecto, showing just how much he really enjoyed touching his small mate.

After a while, the little skeleton couldn’t take it any more, if Red continued his head would implode from the magic rushing to his cheeks. Quickly, he turned around in Red’s embrace and pulled him into a kiss, all doubts evaporating from his mind as he let himself drown in the affection.

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There we go! I haven’t written in a while but this prompt just made my heart jump in sympathy and I couldn’t resist. I really hope you like it noonie!

[colossal-fallout]

I'm SO glad you said it first--

Modern AU Porco would DRINK so much at parties bc 1) he wants to be percieved as the cool frat guy or whatever 2) he lowkey wanna forget about the grieving process he's going through

I imagine him getting mad at Reiner for telling him to slow down, blowing everybody off all evening, busying himself to be the life if the party- and eventually, when alcohol starts to have the opposite effect of the one he's looking for, plunging him into an indescribable melancholia and sadness, he would call you, asking you to come get him.

So you'd drive to the party in the middle of the night, hastily parking in the street, just to find him sitting on the sidewalk, an empty beer bottle in his hand, his head in his lap. You get out of your car, cross the street, and squat in front of him, brushing some of his hair off his face. He looks up at you, unfocused and tired eyes, being all sorry to have called you in the middle of the night.

You would send a text to the group chat to tell everyone you were taking him home, and drive him to his place, turning on the radio, so he's not alone with his thoughts while you drive

Once at his place, you help him get to his room, tuck him in, his hand never letting go of yours. He would start mumbling, thanking you among other things you can't understand, and then he would ask you to lie with him, just a moment.

You start to think it's not a bad thing he's so drunk because he won't remember how in shattered in your arms, crying softly against your chest, repeating incoherent words, his brother's name said between sobs. You hold him close, cradling him gently, your fingers in his hair, until he finally falls asleep

Oh Noonie, you're making me so feely. This is absolutely beautifully tragic.

He's a huge softie deep down who just misses his brother whom he looked up to so much. ❤