It started off as a simple curiosity.
And honestly, it was all Alphys' fault that this all began. Or maybe it started off with his 21st birthday. Sans wasn't sure. What he was sure of, though, was that he stared at the bartender every time he went into Grillby's and knew that could be blamed on his friend.
He began to frequently visit the bar when he and his brother moved to Snowdin, right after Papyrus had graduated from high school, and was now considered as part of the regulars that were there. It was like a small family of its own. He claimed a bar-stool for himself and was content with mostly listening to the mindless chatter around him, and he enjoyed watching each monster interact with one another. Of course, he was also content with just watching the fire elemental that was the namesake of the establishment calmly take and deliver orders.
The bartender was always quiet, listening as people vent out their frustration at him and he would patiently stay silent until they ran out of steam, then lightly pat their shoulders as a quiet encouragement. It reminded Sans on how Gerson would listen to the skeleton vent. But with more silence and less "You're doing fine, so eat a crabapple and calm down."
This has been going on for two years now, going to Grillby's and staring at the owner, and Sans knew there was something different now compared to the beginning of this little daily tradition.
Even in his darker moods, as soon as he saw Grillby, his mood would brighten. He could feel his soul pounding against his ribs, became more jittery when near by, he actually ate more greasy food now than he ever had his entire life (a burger once a week was actually pushing it for him, but then came the fries twice a week and he didn't know how to feel about that), he couldn't keep eye contact with the other without blushing, non-existent stomach doing cartwheels, and…
Oh…
Oh no…
Ohnonononono…
This couldn't be happening…
Sans hurriedly pulled his hood over his head, practically threw the money for the half-eaten fries, then jumped off of his stool and quickly ran out of the establishment before anyone could ask him questions. He ran to the back of the building and took a shortcut straight into his room, then ungracefully slumped against his door. The room, once completely dark, was now brightly lit in blue light that came from his left eye. He could feel his face burning as the blush came with vengeance. Letting out a strained whine, he buried his face in his hands.
Sans wasn't sure if he should be annoyed or what, but knew of few things. 1) He was NOT going to inform Papyrus about this new discovery. His brother was annoying enough when it came to his love life. 2) Alphys is going to be receiving some texts later on. 3) Quinn and Monty were going to get punched. And 3) He had no idea how to act around Grillby anymore.
He never exactly had to deal with this before, so this was a completely unknown territory for him. Others had informed him of what to expect when he had to, of course, and the things that was going on with him when Grillby was around was exactly it.
He had a freaking crush on Grillby.
And stars…he really needed a drink to think this over.
A/N: So this was written as a fic trade with WhySoSeven. They asked for Sansby fluff (specifically a dork figuring out his feelings) and I tried. I did NOT give this justice. Can't write, man. I can't write.
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-Invalid Op.