(a/n: don't worry about any smut being here!

because i am fifteen year old awkward virgin who tried to write smut and got twelve words in before yelling "fuCK THIS"

hope y'all cuties understand)

"You look cute," Your voice started to fill Sans's waking thoughts, "There's all this sunshine on your face."

He turned his head to look at you, his eyes opening up sleepily. Your face is bright and happy, dimples starting to show on your soft expression. The laugh that fills up his non-existent ears is a small giggle. A dorky smile is implanted on your face, which Sans ends up starting to mimick on his own.

The skeleton yawns, feeling a bit confused about what exactly was going on. He sees the happy look on your face, sure, but that doesn't necessarily explain the puffy and red look your eyes gave him. It feels a bit all contradictory.

He looks at you more closely, as you moved a bit suddenly and the quilt starts to move off of your shoulders. Your shoulder is bare, nothing else adorned on it besides from a small mole.

Wait.

Oh god, were you naked?

"a-ah?" Sans made a noise of confusion.

You giggle again, "Ah?"

It finally clicks.

He shot up from the bed, sitting up abruptly. He started to feel a burning sensation in his cheeks, an obvious blush starting to form.

"oh my god, i-" Sans paused, "wait, oh my god, did that really happen?"

You pull the quilt up to cover yourself more thoroughly, even covering up a part of your face, but a blush adorning your cheeks could still be seen, "I... I think so."

"so you and i?"

"We," You start to laugh, "Boned?"

Sans quickly turned his gaze from you, embarrassed.

"i'm sorry," He said after a moment, resisting the urge to hide under the covers.

You raised an eyebrow, pulling away the blanket from your face. "Ah? ...I'm sorry, I don't really know why you're apologizing."

"because," He groans quietly, "i-i, that was your first time? right? and i, i did a fuck up."

"Sans," your voice was calm, "Look, it's okay."

He turned his look back to you, eyes shining.

You smiled and laughed softly at his endearing pout.

"no, it's not and im so sorry, _," Sans frowned, "i really like you, but i... i know you weren't, aren't, ready for this."

You furrow your eyebrows, "I love you, Sans, stop worrying about it, alright? I..." You paused, face blushing, "I wanted to do what we did or I would've stopped you. I... I don't know if I was c-completely ready, I guess, but I'm glad it was with you."

"what do you mean?" Sans immediately responded.

"I've never done anything relationship-wise," You shook your head, "My f-first kiss was with you, and that was only, like, five months ago?" You blinked. "Time goes fast, holy..."

Sans stared at you, "what?"

"I..."

"i feel awful."

"Why? Please don't."

"i s-stole your first kiss and your virginity."

You blush darkened, "S-Sans!"

"it's true though."

"Well, don't feel bad about it."

"how am i supposed to feel."

"Happy?"

"happy?"

"B-Because, like, I... I don't know. Was that your first time?"

Sans face turned blue.

"maybe."

"See? Now I feel bad."

"what."

"Do you see how I feel now? Goddammit, Sans."

Sans rolled his eyes.

"i love you."

"I love you too."

Suddenly, both of you turned to look the other way. It was easy enough to think it, but saying it in such an intimate way made Sans nervous and queasy. It only heightened his senses - the warmth you had he could feel through the blanket, the obvious fact you were fucking naked only an inches away from him.

"This feels like a cliche fanfiction written by an awkward fifteen year old," You mumbled as Sans finally mustered up the courage to look at you, covering your face with your hand.

"a fanfiction?" Sans chuckled.

You rolled your eyes, "You know what I mean."

"who would write a story about a short, cute, dorky bookstore owner and an ever shorter skeleton?" Sans poked your cheek, his hands trembling softly.

You grabbed Sans hand and moved it softly to the middle of you on the pillow, intertwining both of your fingers softly.

"I would," You said after a moment, "If it means I'd get to meet you again."

Sans smiled, "even after getting shot? after everything like that?"

"I'd do everything all over again," You said, closing your eyes, squeezing Sans hand, "Everything. I'd go through mom's death, dad's isolation afterwards, the loneliness I-I dealt with before I met you or Undyne, this stupid fucking bulletwound..." You sniffled, "I'd go through it a million times, Sans, if I got to meet you all again. If I got to kiss you and befriend you. E-Even if we weren't in this situation, even if you didn't l-l-love me back, your friendship has meant the entire world to me."

Sans squeezed your hand back, "you're really cute. and s-soft, "

You opened up your eyes immediately, staring at him.

"i-i really love you," Sans turns his eyes away from yours, "this sounds weird, alright, but deal with it for a moment."

"i didn't really like humans when we came up from the surface," Sans shyly admitted, "but when i met you, and you'd spilled all of the ketchup all over us? damn. changed my mind in a heartbeat."

You shook your head, "You're so silly."

"then you make this pumpkin casserole," Sans made an OK sign with his free hand, "to die for. or, in my case, to live for?"

"anyways. i've always thought you were this really cute human and i started to like you which was blasphemy for a monster and you were - are, too cool and beautiful to like me back, yknow? and so. uh," Sans chuckled, "i don't know where i'm going with this. dammit. i'm usually better at this kind of shit."

"but when i kissed you that first time?" Sans blushed, "like heaven? like holy goddamn? and im still so sorry that i almost fucking ruined our relationship there?"

"i keep getting off track. what i mean to say is that - you were some sort of angel in my eyes. s-so don't take this bad, i still think you're that way, but... when you told me about your problems, that someone like you isn't perfect? it made me feel not so alone, i guess." Sans sighs, "and it made me realize how much i really did like you, and just how important you became in my life - and i hope that i was the same for you."

You squeezed his hand comfortingly.

"i'm really glad you've trusted me enough to tell me how I feel," Sans looks into your eyes, "okay? im glad you don't have to feel alone anymore, and i-i'm glad that i h-have you too."

You smiled, "You can always talk to me. I hope you know that."

Sans takes a breath, "you make me nervous in so many ways i haven't really felt before. i can't think of anything but to make you laugh and smile when i'm around you, but i can't think of any good puns because i can't think of any! do you see my problem there?"

You giggled in response, your dimples showing.

"so, uh," Sans takes a second to respond.

He lets go of your hand and sits up, the blanket falling slightly over his torso. You look at him, eyes shining and face bright and happy.

He points to where an ear would be.

"i-if i had an ear," Sans starts, "and i'd gave it to you..."

"would you gogh out with me?"

You blinked.

Sans face goes bright blue.

"uh," He shakes his head, "that one was awful, i'm so sorry."

"if you were a library book i wouldn't ever return it?"

"can i take a picture of you? to show santa what i want for christmas?" Sans stopped, "oh god, christmas is next month."

You burst out laughing, snorts and giggles and all.

"Sans?" You say after you catch your breath, "are you asking me out?"

"...are you saying yes?"

Your face suddenly goes dark and Sans starts to panic.

"I'm on antidepressants."

"...hmm?" Sans asks, confused.

"Isn't that, like, weird?"

"i should probably be on some sort of monster medication helper thingy," Sans laughed, "that was really random, _, you're a nerd.

You look at him for a moment before shaking your head.

"so will a nerd like you go out with a cool guy like me?" Sans says, looking at you.

"I think you have it opposite," You poked his cheek, "I'm really cool, you know."
"not as cool as papyrus."

"Shame on me to think any other way," You stick your tongue out.

Sans smiles, his entire skull radiating a light blue color.

"i love you very much, _."

"I love you too, Sansy."

Sans bends down to kiss you, a light peck on your lips compared to the passionate, desperate ones you've shared before. Sans knows he can get used to this... He wants to get used to this - to you, to your laugh, to your dimples, to everything else cheesy and dorky.

He took a second before saying anything more.

"will you..." He chuckled, "move in with us, permanently? i think papyrus would be sad if you left."

"I'd miss him too," You roll your eyes, "He's a pretty cool skeleton, you know."