(a/n: OH MY GOD SO SOMEONE MADE FANART OF READER FOR THIS. PLEASE CHECK IT OUT. IT'S SO ADORABLE. I FEEL SO HUMBLED, MY DEAR GODS. if you guys ever make fanart for this, please please link me to it! i'd absolutely love to see it!)

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Waking up was difficult. It always was.

Your mind felt clogged and unclear at first, but memories instantly hit you after a moment – and hit you hard.
There was a bag of unfrozen, warm (frankly, disgusting feeling) peas on your hurt hand and your back felt stiff from sleeping on a hardwood floor all night.

You sat up and took a deep breath, feeling oddly comfortable despite the circumstances. Your memories, even though the ending of last night was annoyingly hazy, explained the snoring skeleton on your couch.

Late last night (or was it early this morning?), you both realized how tired you were. Sans was knocked out by the time he laid down on your couch, almost immediately. You felt a bit rude going to your room for the night, so you went to your bedroom and put on some pajama bottoms. As you left it, you grabbed two fuzzy blankets.
You placed one on Sans's sleeping body hesitantly, a bright pink one just for laughs, while you grabbed a pillow and fell asleep on the ground.

It wasn't really like you planned sleeping on the ground at first. You grabbed a book and read for a few minutes before you just... Kind of... Fell asleep?

Despite all of that, the only thing that was necessarily bad about this morning was your back. And that wasn't even all that bad. Your hand stopped throbbing as well, just leaving a big bruise on your palm.

You heard Sans's soft snores and you couldn't help yourself from smiling. In an odd way, you thought it was kind of cute.

You stood up quietly, stretching your arms and legs out. You yawned and headed towards your beaten up coffee machine. Whilst homemade (instant?) coffee wasn't the greatest, it still hit the spot better than no coffee.
And hot chocolate always helped the bitter taste.

Sweets were your thing.

The coffee machine turned on with a familiar hum, and you sat on the counter waiting for it to finish.

You heard Sans start to stur after a moment and laughed.

"Hey, sleepybones," you said softly as Sans sat up.
He rubbed his eyes sleepily and seemed confused for a moment, "huh...?"
You chuckled, "It's time to wake up."

Sans suddenly seemed alert with a jolt, taking in the scenery around him, "wow."
You found yourself unable to stop giggling, feeling like a little kid, "I guess waking up to me has that type of effect on people."
Sans's face turned to a familiar blue hue (what did that mean?!), "oh, hey, _... 'morning."
"Good morning," you smiled warmly.

Sans got up off the couch and yawned, "hey kiddo, what you making?"
"Coffee..." you found his yawning contagious, "Would you like some?"
"i guess we're just yawn-ing around," Sans chuckled, standing next to you, "and sure."

Your face was hurting from smiling, but you could hardly care, "Are you sure you've got the stomach for it?"
Sans stared at you for a second before laughing, "you're real humerus, aren't you?"
"I've got the bare bones for it," you retorted.
"your jokes are so bad, they're chilling me down to the bone," Sans winked.
You pouted, "Stop telling me fibulas, you bonehead."

"two jokes in one go?" Sans shook his head, "i bet you can't do a fe-mur."
"...Throw me a bone here, Sansy," you teased.
"s-sansy?" Sans seemed embarrassed by your nickname, and you decided to try to call him that more often. (His reaction was admittedly cute.)
"Uh-huh," you smirked, "Sansy seems a little flustered about his nickname."

The coffee timer beeped before Sans could reply to your teasing. You got up slowly and went to go pour both of you some glasses.
"What do you like in your coffee?" you smiled, grabbing creamer out of the fridge.

"can i have some cream with your sugar?" Sans chuckled, sitting down on your seat with a mischievous look.
Your face instantly went red, realizing the small skeleton was hitting on you, "I-I... Of course, Sansy."
Sans laughed as you put your focus back on the coffee, "i don't care, whatever you're having."

You grabbed the hot cocoa container out of the shelf, having to stand on your tip toes to grab it. You wondered why you even put it up so high in the first place.

You heard Sans snicker in the background.

"Do you like hot chocolate in your coffee?" you asked, stirring the powder into your own, "I've always been a bit weird, so... If you don't like it, I have cream out just in case."
"never tried it," He said, "i'll just have it like you do."

You shook your head softly, "I've got a really big sweet tooth..."
"these big bones aren't trying to lose any pounds," Sans joked, "so don't worry about it."

You made both of your coffee and sat Sans's in front of him, while you opted to hold it and stand on the other side of the counter in the kitchen.

Sans hesitantly grabbed it and took a sip.

"Do you," you started, "Is it bad?"
The skeleton looked at you for a moment before shaking his head, "no, no, _. this is actually really good!"
Smiling, you laughed, "I was worried you wouldn't have the guts for it."

Sans didn't reply, instead he just took a big drink of your coffee.
You felt your smile grow wider.

For once, you didn't feel nervous having someone around. You hadn't felt this calm around anyone since you were a little kid. It was something about Sans's personality, or just the relaxing aura he brought along with him, that made you want to just sit down and talk with him. You knew you had only known him for a little more than a day or two, but you couldn't help it. At least let yourself enjoy this feeling.

One day, you thought bitterly, it'd go away.

Sans noticed your smile falter a bit.

"hey kiddo," Sans's voice brought you back to your senses, "do you know what time it is?"
You turned to look at your oven timer, "It's almost eleven, why?"
Sans smiled, "wanna go get some breakfast?"

"i know, i know," Sans interrupted before you could say anything, "coffee's pretty good. but hear me out."
You chuckled, "Alright. Let's go get some breakfast."
Sans seemed stunned for a second, "wait-"

"Let me go put some actual clothes on," you slammed your half-full coffee mug on the counter and went to your room, leaving a small skeleton speechless and flustered in your kitchen.


You didn't know what to really consider 'breakfast with Sans' meant.

Is this a date? You thought as you threw on an old hoodie, No, no... Sans probably doesn't think of me like that. Like. We've know each other for less than two days, my god _.

Although you knew that it was probably just Sans being nice, you felt a little silly and girly about thinking of it as a date. You just wanted to be his, and everyone else's, friend despite thinking that they might not like you. Just because you thought it didn't mean it was real, right?

You tried not to ponder that as you threw on a pair of black leggings and old combat boots, refixing your hair back into a bun.

Sans and you walked to a diner nearby your apartment complex that you had never visited before. It was busy for a Sunday, and when you walked in the smells of hashbrowns and pancakes hit you.
You hadn't realized it before but you were starving. Everything smelt delicious, even Sans seemed a bit warmed by the sight.

Most of the booths were full, you two were lucky to find one at the very end of the diner. The whole restaurant reminded you of something out of the 1920's and you found yourself wondering if it had been here for that long.

Some people had sneered at Sans and you while you walked to your table. You felt awkward and nervous, wanting to apologize to the skeleton for every rude stare and comment people gave you two. Sans, however, seemed unaffected as you two sat down. You hoped he didn't have to face this often.

A waitress appeared and, thankfully, smiled at you two, asking if you'd like to drink anything while handing out menus. You ended up getting pancakes with orange juice, and Sans got an order of fries with another bottle of ketchup (much to the confusion of the waitress).

After she walked away, you took a deep breath. You didn't know why, but you felt nervous ordering something. But then again, when did you not feel nervous...

"so," Sans commented, breaking the silence between you two, "what did you think of everyone last night?"
You smiled softly, "They were all really nice... It was nice seeing you again... Along with meeting Papyrus, Toriel, Frisk..."

"how do you and undyne know each other?"
"Did she not tell you, Sansy?" you teased, much to the 'enjoyment' of the skeleton, "Undyne started working at my bookstore a few weeks ago... Alphys comes over every few days and they eat lunch together. They're a cute couple."
Sans returned your smile, "hmm. it's really scaling along with those two."
"I think it's nice," you chuckled, "The only relationship I've really seen before was my parents... And it's not like I really enjoyed seeing that."

Sans chuckled, "no?"
"No," you answered, laughing.

"It's been nice talking to you," you sighed, feeling awkward saying so.
"i'm glad i had the guts to walk you home," Sans admitted, looking at the window.
"You have no guts, bonehead," you teased, "...Thank you for that."

"no problem, kiddo. i'm just glad you don't seem as nervous as before."
You felt your mood diminish a bit, hating when someone pointed that out, "I... Sorry."
"don't be," Sans smiled wide, "it's nothing to be ashamed of. i'm real happy you're opening to all of us slowly."
You tried to laugh, but it came out nervously, "I-I guess that's the way I've always been. A nervous bundle of awkwardness."
"i don't think you are. i think you're fine," Sans's smile never diminished for a second as he looked at you.
You laughed, "I feel like I always have to thank you."
"you don't," Sans shook his head, "it's what friends are for, right?"

Before you could answer, the waitress brought by your food after a few moments. The food looked delicious and, between the both of you, everything was devoured almost immediately. That included two entire bottle of ketchup (Sans's fault) and a pitcher of orange juice (Your fault).

Your tummy felt filled up and took a deep breath, leaning into the booth comfortingly. You felt so giddy that Sans had thought of you as a friend that your appetite boosted hugely.

"That was good," you admitted, smiling wide and laughing softly, "You had a good idea about breakfast.
Sans smiled, "french fries weren't too bad."

"You liked it."
"like i said, wasn't too bad."
"Then what's good to you?"
"you."

"W-What do you m-mean?" You asked, your face red and blushing.
He smirked, "nothin'."

"I-I," you stuttered, "Do you know if P-Papyrus is still with Undyne?"
Sans looked at you, dumbfounded, "hmm?"
You sighed, feeling embarrassed, "Y-you said that Papyrus was spending the morning with Undyne..."
"oh, yeah," Sans remembered, pulling out his phone.

His face seemed to flatten for a second as he sighed, "paps's home right now, so i should probably get home soon too."
"Oh," you frowned, "Well, do you w-want me to take you home?"
"nah," He shook his head,

Sans and you got up and left the diner, ignoring the confused and angry glances you both received.

The air outside felt cool but refreshing. You felt like taking off your hoodie but you swiftly remembered you only had a tanktop on underneath.

"I-It was nice seeing you again," you fumbled with your words, feeling shy for some odd reason.
"yeah, kiddo," Sans winked, "we should do it again sometime."
You felt your face going red again, "Y-yeah!"
Sans smiled wide, "see ya, _."

Sans turned away and started walking the opposite direction. You stood there stunned for a second as you watched the skeleton walk away.
Weirdly enough, you felt a burst of courage hit you suddenly.

"Sans!" you yelled out.
You were worried he didn't hear you at first, but then he turned around swiftly.

"I'm not a 'kiddo', Sansy!" you smiled widely, "I'm twenty-three!"

It was hard to see but you noticed a bright smile on Sans's face, brighter than any smile anyone had given you before. His bony hand turned into a thumbs up as you heard his chuckle.
You giggled happily, not noticing that a few people were stare, as you watched Sans walk away slowly.

You weren't used to feeling like this.
You weren't used to feeling calm around people.
You weren't used to feeling normal.

Slowly, you knew you these monsters were changing you for the better.
And frankly, you wished they had come along sooner.