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You hated parties. A bunch of people that only barely tolerated each other standing around until one or all of them got drunk enough to be themselves. Nights like this usually ended in one of three ways, tears, fucking, or blacking out.
You were only here because you were invited by your dormmate, who bullied you into going. She dragged you there under the guise of wingmanning you to the guy you’d been pining over for months, and he was supposed to be there that evening.
Sullenly, you crossed the foyer, people thronging around you, jostling and noisy. None of this was your forte, you tended to keep to yourself. People loved asking you for help with schoolwork, which you gladly offered, and you were personable enough, but partying was never your thing. Especially in a frat house setting.
You dormmate, Nef, had been bugging you for months to go out with her. Classic extrovert, she and her boyfriend Noah, were active attendees of many of the get togethers on campus. She’d usually come home from one of these ragers with stories upon stories of the hijinks the others were up to, who got drunk first, who made out with who, who fucked whom, the whole nine.
One day, several months prior, she had an exciting tale to tell about the newest student to the frat house. A skeleton monster named Sans. The barrier had fallen recently, and you were seeing more and more monsters around campus, which was a shift, but a welcome one. Every one of them that you interacted with was a joy.
You had actually gotten a few opportunities to interact with Sans in the library, studying for midterms. He had been asleep at the only open table one night, so you tentatively asked if you could borrow some of the space. He looked up at you with deeply creased sockets and gestured for you to sit down. He had asked your name, what you were studying, the usual small talk, and you enjoyed the feeling his voice, deep and gravelly, did to your chest. Gave you the rumbles. The talk didn’t last long, though, as he conked back out, his skull nestled in his blue hoodie sleeves.
Over the course of several nights studying, you had gotten very little out of him, just that he was studying science there, specifically theory and Quantum Mechanics. You had let him know that you appreciated big brain stuff like that, but it was out of your realm. You were rewarded with a low chuckle, his sockets crinkling and his eyelights beaming.
You could say he was an acquaintance, maybe not friend yet but that remained to be seen. After midterms, you’d wave when you saw him on campus, usually with a very tall, brightly smiling skeleton, and would receive dual waves back.
Admittedly, you liked seeing him when you did, he was nice to look at. You never expected yourself to have an attraction to what honestly looked like a walking Halloween decoration, but there it was. You liked Arrow more, though.
Arrow, whose real name was David, and went by his last name since there were so many goddammned Davids in class, was a beautiful nerdy boy. Soft, black-brown shoulder length hair, slight hunch to his wiry shoulders, giant glasses, and a carved face. He was in computer sciences, and one of your humanities classes was right next door, so you saw him often. He had complimented one of the stickers on your laptop, and a fast friendship was borne.
He was an avid gamer, like you, and enjoyed the occasional anime, whereas you were an unabashed weeb, which he teased you about relentlessly. Lunch rushes, coffee breaks, late night study sessions at the 24-hour diner, constantly texting, the two of you were thick as thieves.
You had warmed to him over time and hoped that he felt the same way about you. The two of you never really discussed relationships, or anything like that, but he knew you were single, and had been for a while, and he was single too and you flirted with him quite openly. You were waiting on this one, hoping he’d initiate something with you, you had been burned badly in the past for opening your mouth and telling someone you dug them, so you were hedging your bets while still giving off ‘I think you’re hot as fuck’ vibes.
Arrow was supposed to be at this party, and you wandered the crowd to see if you could find him. It didn’t look like he was there yet, but Sans was. Finally, somebody you knew. Sipping your drink, you sidled up to him, him leaning with his hips against a counter, in his blue hoodie, and a white t-shirt, black jeans, and comfy looking blue sneaks, red cup in his bony hands.
“Hey there, sleepyhead!” you spoke louder than you’d like, but it was loud as fuck in there. His lights shifted to you, and his grin rose, “hey, y/n! good to see ya.”
“How’d midterms go?”
He shrugged, “eh. they went. yours?”
“I hate 3D modeling more than I thought I already did.”
“3d.. oh, right, game design, right?”
You were flattered he remembered and nodded. You loved the idea of creating a game of your own but hated the nitty-gritty of it. You liked designing characters and worlds but having to dig down and build models and texturing was the bane of your existence. You tipped in a bit more so he could hear you better, “Where’s your boyfriend?”
“boyfriend?” he looked askance at you.
“The tall smiley skeleton I usually see you with around campus.”
Sans almost choked on his drink cackling, “no, no, nope. that's my brother, payprus!”
You flushed, “I.. I am so sorry.”
“i strike you as the ‘i'm into guys’ type?” he winked at you over the rim of his glass.
“No,” you pursed your lips, “but I don’t see you with a partner or anything, and I don’t judge. Love who you love, you know. Sorry for the assumption.”
“happens more than you think,” he stated, his skull in a grossed-out grimace, “nah, though, i’m not enamored with anybody. hell, i don’t think anybody’s into a bony guy like me.”
You muttered into your cup, “I highly doubt that.”
He raised an eyebrow ridge, “eh?”
You winked at him, “I said I doubt that.”
His eyesockets opened wide, and before he could respond, an arm snaked around your waist. Nef rested her head on your shoulder, the stench of vodka pouring out of her mouth, “Yyyyy/nnnnnn, come aaawwn, Aaarrow’s heeere.”
You rolled your eyes, pointed at her face, “This is my dormmate, Nef. Nef, you’ve met Sans, haven’t you?”
“Yaaa. Smarrt skeleton,” she slurred at him, and he chuckled.
“I’m going to get her out of here before she hwarfs on you, have a good night, Sans, hope to see you around!”
He waved his fingerbones, “yup, you too, y/n.”
Dragging Nef away from him, he heard you chastising her, “Geezuz H. Christ, woman, did you drink the whole bottle? Where is Noah?” and let out a low laugh. Wasn’t expecting to hear you were into monsters, but apparently, you were very into this Arrow fellow, if your tipsy roommate’s words were any indication.
Eh. New friend, he thought. Dating wasn’t really his thing. He thought you were cute but didn’t dwell on it. Could do better than a lazy ass sleepyhead like him.
Hauling Nef’s stumbling body around, you located her boyfriend, Noah, who asked if you were willing to walk her home, and you agreed, grumpily.
You had to hold her hair back as she brought up what looked like a gallon of vodka, your nose hairs burning out of your head with the smell. Noah came by after the party, hammered himself, and you had to put on earbuds and headphones over that to drown out the sloppy drunken sex they were having in the next room.
Hearing them just made you ache, you’d been single for so long, but it did make you... admittedly a touch randy yourself. Pulling your trusty wand out from under your bed, you had to laugh at it. The colors were familiar, and the wand got a new mental nickname. A joke just for you.
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Sans tossed a hand up to respond to your wave across the quad, and Papyrus turned his head to his brother, “WHO IS THAT? SHE SEEMS NICE.”
“eh, it’s y/n. she's cool. not nearly as cool as you, of course,” he winked a socket at his brother.
Papyrus observed you, then glanced at Sans, “THIS IS THE FIRST HUMAN I’VE SEEN YOU INTERACTING WITH. ARE YOU GOING TO CONTINUE TO DO SO?”
Sans shrugged, “dunno. maybe. she's got someone she’s into, and i don’t think getting with me is on her plate. she's nice to talk to.”
“I WILL GET YOU THE DATING MANUAL ANYWAY.”
“please don’t.”
You mounted the stairs, passing Nef and Noah sucking face, and sneered slightly, “Bleh.”
“Gross, isn’t it? Get a room, right?” Arrow leaned out of the door to his Securites class and squinted at the two.
“Tell me about it, try living with them. It’s like free skinamax that you never wanted,” you grinned warmly at him, wanting desperately to brush the errant strands of his hair off his glasses rims, “How ya doin, ‘Row?”
“Eh, same old same old. You going to the frat party on Friday?”
“Probably not. You know I don’t do parties.”
He blinked his beautiful brown eyes and stupidly long dude lashes at you, his timbre dropping a little bit, “I’d like it if you were there.”
You blinked, outwardly stoic, inwardly you were screeching at a pitch that only dogs could hear, forcing a distraction before you giggled idiotically at him, “Maybe, then.... OI, Nef, get your suckerfish lips off your dude and get to class!” you called to your dormmate.
The couple both flipped you off playfully, her breaking away from Noah with lust in her eyes, and a loving look from him to her. She hipbumped you and called you a harpy bitch, which gained a raspberry from you as you both headed to class, tossing a wave to Arrow behind you.
It was increasingly difficult to pay attention to the lecture about reticulating splines, when all you could think about was how Arrow had said that he’d like it if you were there Friday. You didn’t want to read too far into his tone, or make assumptions, but he wanted you there, that had to mean something, didn’t it?
Your distraction held you hostage all day, so much so that you accidentally ran directly into Sans as you were coming out of the building, bumping into him hard enough to crack your own nose off his skull as he came up the stairs and launch your glasses with a muffled, “Fuck! Ow! Shit, I’m sorry!”
“woah, y/n, are you alright? here, your glasses,” you saw your eye enhancers moving toward you in a blurred haze, delicately held by bones, “your nose ok?”
You sniffed, taking your eyewear back, your eyes crossing as you shook off the surprise, “Fuck.. Oi... Geezuz, you’ve got a weapon on your neck.”
He laughed, a smokey deep tone, “i have been told as such. you alright?”
Slipping your glasses back on, he came into focus, his lights concerned in his sockets, “Yeah. I’ll survive. Sorry for spacing out like that, ran right into ya.”
“something got you all worried?”
You pursed your lips a little, “Yes and no? Dude, I don’t want to bug you with my shit.”
He canted his hip a bit, crossing his arms gently, “that’s cool of you, but i did ask.”
You raised your eyebrow, “Ok, then. Soooo, there’s this dude I like. We’ve spent a lot of time together, and I think he knows I like him. And I’m trying not to read too much into how he mentioned something earlier, and it’s got me all up in my head.”
He grinned, “that’s it?”
“Not enough of a reason?”
“nah, it is, just figured that if a guy liked you, he would have told you as soon as he knew. seems like the thing to do,” he shrugged.
“Please start charging for your incredible wisdom, and no, I am not joking. I fucking WISH I could get a straight answer of potential partners. Welcome to the ugly land of human dating bullshit, where everything is made up and the points don’t matter. Sans, please don’t ever change. I envy your eventual partner.”
He tipped his skull, “that’s... kinda shitty.”
You wryly tweaked your lips to the side, “That it is, sir, that it is. I gotta go, though, sorry for running into you, you’re ok, right?”
He knocked on his skull, “still intact. i hope the dude does well for ya.”
You hopped off the last step, and turned back to him, walking backwards, “You going to the ‘yet another pointless party’ on Friday?”
He shrugged, “maybe.”
“Hope you do! Bye, Sans!”
His voice was soft, “bye.”
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Stop fucking thinking about it, godfuckingdammit, you chastised yourself as you got ready on Friday, knowing full well you couldn’t. All the time spent laughing with him, the late-night hangouts, the gentle nudges, the playful touches, the flirting? He had to be into you, right?
Flinging your head back, you let out a groan, stomping out of the bathroom. Nef was applying gloss to her lips in the mirror in her hand, and eyed you, “You ok, girl?”
“Fuck no. Arrow got all, like, ‘i’d like it if you were at the party’” dropping your voice to imitate him, “earlier this week, and I’m fucking trying not to throw my desperate ass at him.”
She popped her lips, and smiled at you, “I think he’s into you.”
“Pfh, how would you know, you and your perfect dude who’s been in love with you since the dawning of forever.”
“Shut up. Just because I’ve got a great guy doesn’t mean that I don’t notice shit. You should ask him out!”
“Nope, not after Jacob, or Collum or Deck.”
“It couldn’t have been that traumatic, y/n.”
You gaped at her, “Seriously? Ok, I went on like, 20 legitimate dates with Jacob, and he ghosts me right after I tell him I’m into him, Collum got me into bed, and then dumped me when I asked him to be my actual boyfriend and not just a fuckbuddy, and Deck? Strung my ass along for almost 8 months, just to spring a girlfriend on me after I dropped the L word once? Fuccck that noise, telling Arrow I dig him, nooope. Just once I’d like to be the one who gets told they’re liked and not the other way around.”
She regarded you with heavily lined lids, “Still think you should tell him.”
“Shut up and let’s get going so I can get this shit out of my head, please.”
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Nef vanished the minute you got there, as was her standard. You patrolled the foyer, looking for Arrow, just to get whatever was going to happen out of the way. Snagging the one drink you were going to allow yourself that evening, you nursed the heavy liquor, waved to Sans when you saw him, getting a grin back from the skeleton, and saw Arrow in the corner.
“Hey, ‘Row!” you cheerfully called as you made it to his side, and he turned around, his smile wide.
He hugged you, alcohol already tinging his breath, “Heeeey, Y/N! Thanks for coming out!”
“You did give me the indication you wanted me to,” you slightly leaned into him, your nose under his chin.
“Yeaaah, I did,” he slurred at you slightly.
“You alright, man?”
He nodded, his glasses bouncing on his nose comically, “I wanted to talk to you.”
“Whatcha got, ‘Row?”
Answers, answers, give me annnsweerrrss, you trilled in your head as he closed his eyes, “I think I like somebody!”
“Congratulations? Anybody I know?”
He leaned in close enough that you could have ever so slightly raised up on your toes and taken his lips.
“I like...”
Inhale, please say ‘you’. You know I like you...
“Nef.”
“You are fucking joking me right now.”
He shook his head vigorously, “Nope. I know you two are roommates, so I wanted to see if you could set us up.”
“She’s got a boyfriend, man!” you leaned back in his arms, and he let you go, confusedly, “The fuck, what the hell did you waste all your time with me for, then?”
“So, I could find out about her,” he stated matter-of-factly.
You clenched your fists, “Ah. Cool. You’re barking up the wrong tree, her guy adores her, excuse me.”
Ire flared inside of you as you shoved the door open to the kitchen, accidentally hitting someone on the other side.
“Fuck, I’m so sorry, are you ok?”
“ugh, my hp.”
“Sans?” You sidled into the room and let the swinging door go, as he knuckled his nasal bone.
“getting me back for the nose, eh?” he cheekily said.
“No, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize there was someone on the other side,” your worry you hurt him overtook how incredibly angry you were at Arrow.
“’sok. i’ll survive,” he rattled his skull, his jawbone clicking, “ah. there we go. you came in on a tear, you alright?”
He watched your shoulders slump, and you pull your glasses off to shove your thumb and forefinger into the spaces where the nosepads rested, you responded lowly, “Fucking no.”
“saw you hugging that guy earlier, that the one?”
“If by ‘the one’ you mean the one who was only using me to try and get to my already boyfriend-ed roommate, then yep, that’s the one.”
His sockets went wide, “no. but you seemed so into him!”
You exhaled, “Yep. I was. Add it to the list.”
“list?”
“The list of guys that apparently like to waste my fucking time. It’s expansive.”
“i.. i don’t know what to say to that but i'm sorry, y/n.”
“Thanks. Heh,” you huffed out a laugh, and glanced at him, “I think I’m going to go. Thanks for listening to me.”
“wait. can i offer at least a hug? think that might help?”
You shuffled over and was enveloped in his bony arms, his skull resting on your shoulder. He smelled good and you sniffled but didn’t start crying. No need to. Just another one on the growing pile. He released you halfway, and you gave him a smoosh of your cheek on his, “Thanks, Sans.”
“anytime, y/n.” He squeezed your forearms, and let you go all the way, his handbones trailing under your hands as you stepped away.
Finding Nef and Noah halfway down each other’s throats in the hallway, you said your goodnights and headed back to your room and angrily used your wand on yourself until you could calm down enough to sleep, only to be woken up a scant hour later by Nef and Noah slamming the bed into the wall repeatedly. Pulling your pillow over your head, you seethed into the night.
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That guy didn’t like you? That made no sense, Sans thought as he scribbled notes in class. Sure, he wasn’t sure if he himself liked you, but what a jerk move. Besides, you probably wouldn’t like him back even if he did. Which he still wasn’t sure of. You were moving up on the roster to solid friend, which was awesome. He’d have to see if maybe you wanted to exchange numbers or something. He’d ask when he saw you again.
You hadn’t gotten the chance to tell Nef that Arrow wanted to be with her yet, but you knew you needed to. She had to know so that she could shut him down properly. As the two of you were walking to your next class, she tilted her head, “Soooo. How’d things go with Arrow?”
“They didn’t. He likes you.”
“What?”
“Yep. Number four on the ‘waste Y/N time’ list.”
“Has he not seen me with Noah?” she was scandalized.
“I fucking told him! Apparently, all the shit he was doing was so he could learn about you through me, isn’t that cool?” you finished sarcastically.
“What a dick.”
“Seriously.”
“You ok?”
“Wouldn’t be the first time, apparently not the last either.”
“I’ll find you somebody, girl.”
“Don’t bother. I’m sick of this stupid ass game. Time to live vicariously through your perfect romance,” you nudged her, and she laughed at you.
You hated how fucking numb you had gotten to this shit. It ceased surprising you at this point. You just shoved it aside, and moved on, as you had before.
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Sans stopped you as you passed by him on the way down the stairs into the library, “hey. how you doin?”
“Same shit, different day, Sans. How you?”
“i wanted to ask you something.”
You tilted your head, “Eh?”
“would you want to maybe exchange numbers? don't have to, but i like talking to you, and paps says i need more friends.”
Pulling out your phone, you chided, “Don’t you blame your brother for wanting a phone number. We’re already friends, right?”
The odd look of relief on his face surprised you, “y..yeah.”
Inputting digits, you sent a text to him, so he’d have your number, “There ya are. Hey, Sans?”
“hm?”
“Thanks for listening to me unload on you the other night. And the time before that, it’s really cool of you.”
“don’t worry about it. anytime.”
The memes from him started almost immediately, and he had you crying with laughter by the evening, he didn’t seem it upfront, but fucking hell, was he funny. His jokes helped pull you out of the numb state about Arrow relatively quickly, which made you appreciate the skeleton all the more.
One night several weeks down the line, Nef and Noah were being particularly noisy, and you sent a ‘please be awake and willing to go get food with me, save me from the lusty sounds of this dorm’ text to him.
He responded in the affirmative, and you slid over a creaky booth seat at the 24-hour diner and ordered an iced tea. He was in pj pants, and a ragged tshirt, his constant hoodie on his shoulders and pink slippers.
“Sans, you could have told me no, I woke you up, didn’t I?”
He waved dismissively, “meh. saving a damsel in distress was worth the hours lost.”
“You’d better stop that right now, sir. Gonna give me a false sense of security.”
He chuckled, his lids half lowered, as he sipped his coffee, “meh, you deserve to be secure. it's good for people.”
“You secure, Sans?”
“in my masculinity? yup,” he lifted his foot to wiggle his slipper, and you giggled into your tea.
He was half asleep, his skull resting on his bony fingers, lines under his eyes deep, and you found yourself appreciating his form. And the fact that he really, really was too tired to come out like this, but he did it because you asked. Was really cool of him, and you told him as such.
“no skin off my teeth, y/n. i'd have to have skin for that,” he sleepily grinned at you, and you dipped your fingers in your water and flicked the drops at him for his terrible joke, making him yelp slightly and laugh.
“I’ll let you get back to bed after you finish your coffee, ok? Hopefully the din has abated. Those two fuck like rabbits, I swear.”
“nothing wrong with a healthy sex life,” he intoned.
“You know I have to ask now.”
He quirked a socket all the way open, and a soft primary blue color tinged his cheekbones. Holy shit was that how he blushed?! Fuck, that’s adorable , you thought to yourself.
He coughed a little, and lowly said into his mug, “’s magic.”
“Hm?” you playfully leaned your ear towards him, and the blush got deeper on his skull.
“it’s magic. we can manifest... stuff,” he avoided your gaze, embarrassed.
“And business?”
“that too.”
“That’s cool! Thank you for answering!”
He glanced back at you and was pleased that you didn’t seem super put off by it, he chalked it up to curiosity. Most people didn’t talk too much to monsters like himself, so it stood to reason that some would have a level of wonder about it all.
There wasn’t an awkward pause either as you sipped your tea, which he appreciated. You wanted to grill him about all the sordid details, but he was obviously not keen to keep talking about it, so you dropped it.
“Can I ask a potentially non-sexual question?”
“sure?”
“How are you tasting that coffee?”
“oh. another magic thing. i make a tongue. and since monsters are made of magic, i can taste it.”
“is magic like... your blood, or is it the entirety of you? Like.. If you got fucking cut or something?”
“you gonna cut me, y/n?”
“Not unless you want to be slowly and tortuously mauled by this butter knife, it wasn’t in my plan.” you picked up the very dull blade and then dropped it again, smiling at him.
“if you say so,” he eyed you in mock suspicion, “keeping a socket on you, butter knives are everywhere. but no, we don’t bleed per se. we dust instead. but we have to be dropped in hp first.”
“Like a video game!”
“i hate that comparison, but yeah,” his face contorted a bit, and you had accidentally struck a nerve.
“Sorry, Sans, won’t happen again,” your voice serious, and he gazed at you, “I mean it.”
“thanks. i'm out of coffee, you sure you’re good for me to go?”
“Go rest, Sleepyskull.”
He stood to leave and couldn’t stop himself from ruffling your hair as he went up to pay for his coffee. The unexpectedly tender gesture left you kind of dumfounded, and you decided to head back yourself. Getting to the counter, the lady indicated that your tea was taken care of by the nice skeleton that had just left.
You crossed the quad, and luckily, the bunnies had settled down for the evening. Lying in bed, you were conflicted. Refusing to read too much into it again, you tried to sleep, and touched the top of your head where his bones were with a small smile.
Weeks passed as they tended to do, daily texts with Sans made the days brighter, and he joined you at the diner one night after class. Shifting his bones on the seat, you were staring at the table, shredding napkins into tiny portions, your face stony.
“hey. y/n. what's the matter?” he reached out and tapped the table, and you clicked back in.
“Eh? Sorry. Hi.”
“what’s got your goat?”
“Fucking Arrow.”
“the jerk?”
“Yeah, apparently he and Nef have started talking. Nothing’s going on, as far as I know, but the asshole was on my couch when I got back from class. I guess he and Noah, Nef’s adoring love, have hit it off. She fucking knows the bullshit he did, and yet, still fucking wants to hang out with him?” The frustration was painted on your face, and Sans knuckled his fingerbones together.
“i’m sorry, y/n. is he still there?”
“I don’t know. Nef refuses to check her damned phone, and I noped right out when I saw his stupid ass face.”
“you want to watch a movie at mine? just until you’re sure he’s either gone or asleep?”
You blinked at him, “You’re ok with that? I don’t want to fuck up any plans you’ve got.”
“meh, no plans. i was gonna watch a movie tonight anyway.”
“If you’re sure, thank you, Sans. I owe you one.”
“s’ok, y/n.”
Cleaning up your napkin pile, you ended up on his couch, curled up on a cushion with a big red blanket on you, helping him choose a movie. You were nervous at first, he was still a man, and you were alone in his room. Once the stupid comedy you’d seen a bunch of times started, it drew out your laughter, and you relaxed. You altered your position on the couch, ending up half lounging, your elbow on the arm, and horizontal, your knees bent, your feet angled against yourself.
The movie continued, and he adjusted too, and there were suddenly socked feet over your legs. He glanced at you, but didn’t change his stance, a soft warm grin on his skull. You settled in a bit further, and slid your legs out, your feet ending up behind his tailbone. You eyed him, the only change in him was a small reappearance of that blush of his.
Comfortable. You didn’t push anything further, you were friends, after all, but this was so... Nice. Being on the couch like this with him, felt so pleasant. Again... refused to read further into it, his toe bones must have been cold, and you did have the blanket. He caught your smile as you gazed at the movie and had to admit to himself that he enjoyed seeing it. Maybe... maybe he liked you more than he thought.
The movie ended, and he gave you a huge hug before heading off, squeezing you until you squeaked, “text me when you get back. hope he’s not there.”
“Will do, Sleepyskull. Night.”
Arrow was still there, thankfully asleep on your couch, and you silently snarled at him as you walked to your room. Amazingly, even though there was someone sleeping on your damned couch, Nef and Noah decided to bone, and the sounds of them springing the sheets echoed through the thin ass wall.
Sending a text to Sans, you confirmed both of these things, receiving a ‘ gross ’ back from him, with a vomit emoji. It warmed you, at least enough to sleep. As you waited for them to stop rutting, you stared into the dark.
You wanted Sans to like you. But again, like always when it came to attraction, you didn’t know how he felt, and were afraid to ask. He had said that if someone liked you, they should tell you, and he hadn’t told you yet. So... by process of elimination, he didn’t like you, right? Right...
So why weren’t you happy with that?
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Nef had bullied you into another stupid ass party another month later, and you sipped your drink, hiding in the kitchen, as the people around you swarmed like bees. Why did you let her talk you into these damned things? Sighing, you pulled another mouthful. Sans gently tapped the end of your cup as it was lifted, scaring you.
“Goddammit, man! Trying to choke a bitch?”
He rumbled a laugh, “no. and i wouldn’t call you that, come on now.”
“What would you call me?”
He thumbed his chin, “hmmm.. maybe that’s for me to know and you to find out.”
“Gonna call you a tease, then.”
He was shocked, his bony hand theatrically placed on his ribcage, “you dare?”
“I dare. Teasy teasy tease.”
He dramatically ‘harumphed’, turning his nasal cavity upwards, “such language.”
You drank another mouthful, “What, would you prefer fuck fuckidy fucker?”
He slammed his digits over his mouth to keep from spraying his drink, coughing and pounding his chest.
You flailed, “Ack, I’m sorry, Sans! Don’t die, I like ya!”
There was a tiny, almost imperceptible pause to him as he tapped his sternum again, “ahh. geez, if I had lungs, there’d be rum in them.”
“Sorry,” you said again, snagging another sip.
“having fun so far?”
“Pfh, please,” you took a huge swig, “I’m here to make Nef happy and to hopefully have seen you. Mission accomplished, as far as I’m concerned.”
“i’m a mission objective? man, i didn’t get my exclamation point marker. rude.”
You polished off your drink and quickly mixed yourself another. Fuck it, you were having two. He watched you with interest, “you’re pretty good at that.”
“Eh, I can make some of the basic stuff, nothing fancy. Tastes good and does the job. And if there’s any inkling that I’m correct, I’d rather be toasted when I get home. Fucking Arrow’s been there almost every goddammed day, and the rutting has increased to twice a night. I’d rather like to be able to sleep tonight.”
“can’t you complain about it to someone?”
“Heh, been done, she’s my 4 th roommate in the last two years.”
“what?”
“First one was a vegan who threw out all my food because it existed in the same fridge as her, the second one was a call girl who used our dorm for her appointments, the third was a blatant thief, I can deal with the stupid-ass fucking. She’s cool otherwise.”
“yikes.”
“Ahh, college.”
A silence descended on the two of you. Draining half of your drink, you glanced at him, his sockets were half closed as he sipped from his cup.
“Sans?”
His lights moved over to you, “Hm?”
“Can I tell you something?”
“of course.”
“I really enjoy the time we spend together. And I hope you know that.”
He brightened, “i do too!”
“Cool.”
“was that all?”
“Yep. Just needed to get that out.”
“you’re full of it.”
“Nah. You haven’t said it yet, so I’m not assuming it.”
He was officially confused. You finished your drink and tossed your cup. Coming back next to him, he watched your cheeks pink up, and your shoulders relax. Wasn’t expecting the huff of laughter out of you a few minutes later as the drink hit you all the way.
“you alright?”
“Yeah.. Heh. Tell you something really fucking embarrassing?”
“i suppose?”
“My vibrator is named after you.”
His sockets flew open, and he gaped at you, “uh.”
“Your colors, it matches. Blue and white.”
You moved to in front of him, your arms behind your back, not turned towards him, and half-lidded his shocked skull, “And just like you, it gives me pleasant rumbles when it ‘speaks.’”
He was floored, and the blush on his cheekbones was radiant, and he was at a loss for words.
You were facing away from him now, “And just like you....” you glanced over your shoulder, your brows lowered, and stepped to the door out of the kitchen, saying something just low enough for him to hear, “it doesn’t like me yet either.”
The door swung shut and Sans was alone with the most embarrassing and flattering confession he had ever been a part of. What did you mean by that? The first long conversation you had with him came floating back, and he slapped his skull with a crack. Angrily muttering at himself,
“if a guy liked you, he would have told you as soon as he knew. dammit, sans, you numbskull,” his digits hit the door to try and catch up with you, when he heard you shriek from the living room,
“Have you lost your goddamned mind, woman?”
He rushed out to see what was up, and you were standing over Nef and Arrow on the couch, your fists balled up. He ran up next to you, “what happened?”
Your eyes whipped to him, then back to her dormmate, and Sans took in the scene. Arrow’s lips were smeared with Nef’s lipstick, dragged kissmarks all down his neck, and her shirt was partially unbuttoned, the zipper on her skirt half down, and his fly was open, traces of her lipstick on the bottom hem of his shirt.
“The fuck’s it to you, Y/N?” Nef snarled and Sans got to witness you legitimately blow your top.
“What’s it to me? What’s it TO ME? You have a man who worships the GROUND you WALK on, and you give it up for a slimy weasel who isn’t above using someone’s friend to get with her? I would KILL to have what you and Noah have. KILL. Do you know what he was planning for you next week for your anniversary?”
Nef was cowering under your fury, and she let out a tremulous, “What?”
“He roped me into helping him get you front row pit tickets and a fucking backstage pass to that stupid fucking band you love, and he hates, and a photobooth session with the band. Oh yeah, IN HAWAII. Does he even know you’ve been playing tonsil hockey with a shitstain?”
Arrow growled, and you whirled on him, “Don’t. You. EVEN. Fucking. Start. You think I don’t have fucking dirt on your ass too? Pookie?” you pouted your lips cutely on the last word, and all the color drained from his cheeks.
“Don’t tell Noah, Y/N!” Nef rezipped her skirt and tried to reach for you.
“You did this shit IN PUBLIC, you daft cunt! If I don’t tell him, one of theeeeeeese,” you swung your arm wide to indicate the party’s crowd, “lovely folks will!” You snarled at her, “Fucking shit, you don’t deserve how good he is to you. Your favorite imported teas every week, trips to the shopping malls every time you fucking ask, those fugly ass expensive fucking bags that he buys with no complaints, don’t even get me started on your fucking SHOES, brings you fucking soup when you’re sick without fail even when he himself is sick, your family fucking loves him, and the way he fucking LOOKS at you, like you are a walking fucking DEITY,” you leaned in really closely and dropped your voice so just her, Arrow, Sans and you could hear, you had a modicum of propriety, unlike her, “and dear GOD, having to listen to you squeal like a dog toy squeaker on helium while getting railed has to be a goddamned JOY. It’s been a fantastic experience for me, and I have to hear it through a wall.”
Nef inhaled shakily and sat back down, and you, your face in a sneer, left, grumbling under your breath. Sans danced in place for a minute, and then there was a hand on his wristbones, Nef’s face, in tears, whined up to him, “You’re her friend, right? Tell her not to say anything, please?”
“friend?” Sans glared down at her, “i’ll be lucky if she calls me that, and you should be more worried about, like she said, all these people. oh, is that a phone?” He looked around dramatically and pulled his wrist from her grasp as she stood up and started trying to smooth things over with the gathered group.
You shook yourself out, rage pouring out of you. You didn’t hear Sans come outside, so you didn’t realize he could hear you as you switched the rage inward as you stomped away from the frat house, “And what the fuck was I fucking DOING in there? You finally find a really, really fucking good guy, who MIGHT like you, the thought of his fingerbones on you makes you fucking dumb, and his fucking voice makes your toes fucking curl, and his lazy ass smile makes your heart do stupid fucking somersaults, and what do you do, you dipshit? Fucking waiting for an inkling he likes you that way, like a fucking sensible person? Nooo, let’s try pushing him into admitting what are probably non-existent feelings! THAT will fucking work!”
You parodied yourself mockingly, “’oh, my vibrator is the same fucking color as you,’ Hurr hurr, I’m desperate and lonely, and jealous of my stupid fucking roommate, nhyeer heerr.. UGGGGH.”
You pulled your glasses off, slipping the arm into your collar so you could drag your hands down your face. Running your fingers up and down your arms, you sighed, and raked your fingers through your hair, your voice lower, “The fuck am I doing. Probably scared him off. Serves my stupid ass right. Haven’t even had a proper fucking date, too fucking chickenshit to ask him.”
Sans quietly walked up behind you and dropped his hoodie on your shoulders, leaning around to tip his skull into your vision line, “my voice makes your toes curl?”
You whipped your head vertical, “Nope. Nope, my glasses are off, I cannot see you or how you just watched me make an ass of myself twice.”
His chuckle was warm, and he stood in front of you, adjusting the hoodie around you, “you should put those back on, then. got something to tell you.”
You sheepishly slid your frames back onto your nose, your lips pursed to the side, but couldn’t bring yourself to meet his lights.
“hey,” He gently slid his fingerbones up your cheeks on both sides, turning your head to him.
You blinked and clasped his hoodie, “Yeah?” your voice was tiny.
“i like you. should have told you sooner. and I am flattered.”
“But?”
“huh?”
“You’re flattered but while I like you, I don’t like you in that way, or you’re flattered, but I think you’re a massive creep, or you’re flat-”
“shh,” one of the thumbs on your cheek moved over your lips, and he leaned closer, his sockets half lidded, “may i?”
You nodded slightly, and he stole your words with his lips, firm, pliable, but not like human lips, a really, really malleable bone. Must be magic. His sockets closed and after you were done fluttering your lashes in shock, you tipped your head into his skull. He withdrew, and you licked your lips... “What kind of lipgloss is that, or would it be bonegloss?” you breathed.
“what?”
“My lips are tingly.”
He snickered, “magic lips. must be the effect on a human.”
“Neat....Can we do it again?”
He pressed forward, and took your lips again, and you smiled into him, leaning against him. He caressed your cheeks with his bones, he tilted your head, opening his jaw a little, and what felt like an electric pulse ran over your mouth. You hazarded touching it with your own, and the fizzling sensation that occurred made you purr into him.
Your lashes batted as he drew back, a blissful smile on your face, “Woah,” you exhaled.
“woah yourself.” he grinned, “you taste good.”
“I make decent drinks.” You wavered in your stead a bit, “Did I go off on her?”
“yeah, but i think she deserved it.”
“Ugh. I need to sit down. I don’t want to go back to the dorm. She’s going to drag Noah back there, and they’re going to fight all night. Or he’s going to break up with her, and she’s going to spend the whole night howling. Or, third gross option, she’s going to bring Arrow back there for grumpysex,” your face screwed up in a grimace at the last one.
“want to just crash with me tonight?”
“You sure you want a creeper who has sex toys named after you in your bed?”
He cackled, his sockets shut, his laugh bouncing around the quiet air, “i thought it was just the one.”
You laughed, “Shut up.”
“come on.”
“So, this means you like me, right, like.... like like?”
“yes, as in i want to date you and smooch your face and hold your hand and drink milkshakes with two straws, like like you.”
You giggled, your head tipped downwards, a blush on your cheeks, “Kay.”
He let you borrow a pair of sleepy pants, and a tshirt, turning away while you changed, like a proper gentleman. Nestling into his very comfy bed under the blankets, he slid his bony self next to you, in a tshirt and another pair of sleepy pants. You were fascinated, and he socketed you as he lifted his arms to rest under his skull, “what?”
“This is the first time I’ve seen you without your hoodie on. Your bones are so cool. Can I ask questions?”
“sure.”
“Can you feel anything, like humans can with skin?”
“yeah, i can. the magic that makes me up is just in the form of a skeleton. not really sure why, but i've never really tried to find out. we come in a bunch of forms, as i'm sure you’ve seen.”
“May I touch your armbones?”
He unearthed one of his arms from behind him, “go for it.”
Softly running your fingers over his humerus, you whispered the names of each part as you moved down, his sockets crinkled in amusement, but you felt tiny tremors from him as you padded his limb. You got to his wrists, “It’s so neat. You don’t have any ligaments or tendons, to speak of, but you have like... bone versions. Goodness, your anatomy is fucking cool.”
“why are you looking at me like that?” he asked playfully, bending his arm up to brush the back of his knuckles on your cheek.
“I would love to draw you sometime; I am completely enamored with your anatomy!”
He snerked, “is that your way of saying you want to see me naked?”
“Ah,” Your mouth opened, then shut, “Yes. Yes and no, and yes.... Yes, please. Artist brain. Sorry, I know that probably feels a bit objectifying.”
“it’s kind of cute. but only because it’s coming from you.”
“I’d ask to see more, but I don’t want to impose.”
He rolled over towards you, and his voice grew rougher, more guttural, “do you want to see more because you want to study my bones, or because you want me?”
A flush overtook you, and somewhere in your brain, the artist part that was screaming ‘study’ was being brutally beaten by your libido.
“You.”
“well then, cupcake, you’re going to have to wait.”
“Why?”
“because you’ve been drinking.”
He glanced over at you, and the look on your face, the unabashed shock was enough to make him chuckle.
“what?”
“You’re such a gentleman!”
He stuttered out a laugh, “y/n, that’s a terrible baseline. and besides,” he half lowered his lids and eyed you hungrily, “i want to make sure you remember it.”
Your libido was setting up a funeral pyre for the artist portion of your brain regarding seeing his bones, and it just called for backup, it’s big sister Lust.
You gulped, “Well... Ah.. Whoo.” You rolled away from him, surprising him, as you rapidly fanned your face.
He couldn’t help himself, knowing what you had blurted out was making it too easy to tease you, and he knew he should back off, but your reactions were too good. He leaned over you, his teeth near your ear, and huskily voiced, “ok over there, peaches?”
And oh, hey, Lust, how you doin? Oh, you brought Desire too? Nice.
“Where are you getting these nicknames?”
He summoned his tongue and ran its electric tingles over the helix of your ear, and you shivered as he continued the murky, deep low tone, “it’s because you’re good enough to eat, of course.”
You had to clench your legs together as a shudder rolled over you, wasn’t enough to bodily throw you off the cliff, but it definitely hurled you up the slope a bit, and you had to request, “Please, Sans... Apparently, you are more knowledgeable than I thought in ways to make me whimper in the good way, and I appreciate you abstaining for me, but stahp torturing meee...” the last bit was a tiny plaintive whine, which he grinned at, his timbre raising to the tone you were used to,
“that was adorable. ok. you're right, that was mean. come here and cuddle if you’d like.”
You playfully pouted, “Dunwanna, you’re mean.” Libido, Lust and Desire packed their bags and grumpily stomped away as you calmed down.
He reached out and gently snagged you against him, and you didn’t resist, “i’m sorry. forgive me?”
You snuggled into his ribcage, “Oh alright.”
Pressing his lips into your hair, he put his hand over yours from over your body, “sleep time now.”
“Thank you, Sans,” your voice was tiny, and you threaded your fingers under his hand to hold it instead of just resting on yours.
“i’m sorry i didn’t tell you sooner. i didn’t think you’d like me back.”
“We’re both kind of shite in that department, eh?”
“guess so. we'll have to make it through together, yeah?”
“Yeah.”
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You had to go back eventually, all your shit was there, and you needed your laptop. Stepping into the dormroom, and seeing a certain pair of sneakers, it appeared Nef had gone with option 3. Gross. Why on earth would she just... throw away someone that loved her so much? Made no damned sense.
Your door was open. Which it shouldn’t have been, you were good about closing it up. Stepping in, there was someone in your bed. Kneeling by your bedside, your face scrunched in consternation, you booped Nef’s nose.
“What are you doing in my bed?”
She stirred, tear trails caked on her cheeks, her hair was a nest of tangles, deep bags under her eyes, “He broke up with me, Y/N, and it was your fault.”
“Girl. How was it my fault?”
“You told him, didn’t you?”
“Fuck no, I left!”
“You weren’t here when I got back.”
“Yeah, I knew you were going to flip your shit at me, so Sans let me crash at his.”
“He said you guys weren’t friends.”
“Yeah, at that moment, we probably weren’t. Nef, seriously, the fuck happened? Why the fuck with Arrow?”
She sat up, rubbing her eyes, “I.. I don’t know. After you told me he liked me, I.. I liked the idea, even though I knew Noah loved me so much. I got greedy.”
“And you didn’t think to, I don’t know, TELL Noah about these feelings?”
She sneered, “Like you’re any better at telling people feelings.”
“Fuck, got me. Touche.”
You sat down next to her on your bed, “What are you going to do? I’d ask if you went all the way with Arrow, but his shoes are still here.”
“No, we didn’t. We were making out really hard, last night when you caught us.”
“You were in the living room on the couch, Nef, everyone saw you.”
She laced her fingers together, “We were. But Noah did find out, probably from someone there if you didn’t tell him, and he broke up with me. And I got..I got so mad, that I was going to finish what Arrow and I had started, but I...I couldn’t do it. We got back here, and I just... shoved him off me and came in here to sleep.. And cry. And text Noah a million apologies and cry some more. And you need to hide your toys better.”
“What?”
“The vibrator that weirdly reminds me of Sans fell out from under your bed when I fell on it last night to cry. You have to see it right, the blue and the white? Him and that hoodie?”
You snorted into your hands, tittering out, “That’s what I call it.. Eeheheheee," and she cracked up, probably the first time she’s laughed all day.
“Girl, does he know that you like him?”
“Yeah.. He does now. Before and after I yelled at you. I fucking told him about the vibrator, I don’t fucking know why. Maybe as some convoluted ass way to get him to realize I was into him. Like ‘I like you so much that a thing that gives me pleasure, I associate with you, because yaaah’. Which at the time made perfect fucking sense, but in hindsight, is creepy as fuck. And then after I stormed out, I was yelling at myself, and he heard me talk all sorts of good on him while I was verbally berating myself.”
“And he let you sleep in his bed after that?”
You shrugged hugely, “Yeah, he did. He must be into creeps, because he kissed me too.”
“Oh, my gawd, you got a dude!”
“Apparently,” you grinned at your hands, “He’s so fucking awesome. Nef, what do you want to do? I’m sorry I yelled at you. I was just so... shocked you’d throw such a good thing away like that on a scumbag.”
“I want to try to get Noah back. If he’ll forgive me. I think I just got caught up in the attention I was getting from both of them and let it all get too out of hand.”
“Are you willing to let me help you, Nef?”
She leaned into your arms, and sniffed loudly, “Yes, please.”
“I’m sorry I called you a cunt.”
“I was being a cunt. You’re still a harpy bitch, though.”
“Duh. Can I kick Arrow out?”
She grinned, “Get’em.” She stayed on your bed, as you left, and she heard the sounds through the wall of you pelting Arrow with pillows, calling him a jackass and threatening to lodge your boots up his ass so far he could gargle the leather if he so much as looked at Nef again as he scrambled around to gather his shit and run out. She glanced at the partition, “Fuck, you really can hear everything in here.”
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You had put Nef in touch with a couples counselor your parents were seeing as they went through their nasty divorce and was pleased to hear that Noah wanted to try and work through this. You also helped with that by telling him exactly what you had seen and what Nef had told him about how far she went with Arrow. You knew there were no guarantees but remained cautiously optimistic. She knew you were rooting for her.
Sans had shifted a bit more as well, now that the feelings were completely out in the open, he leaned into it, and days were spent cuddled against his bones, the most deliciously tingly kisses, and he introduced you to his amazingly cool brother, Papryus, who was overjoyed that Sans had a new ‘datemate’ as he put it.
School had taken over your lives, and finals were coming up. Days spent studying in the library, poring over portfolios and wanting to bounce your head off the table as your models for your finals refused to animate properly, looking like a damned blooper reel.
You had been angrily re-rigging a model, again, when Sans slid his bones over your shoulders in the library, laying kisses on your hair, “still fighting with it, muffin? this is your final model, right?” He glanced at your screen where a grey scale bunny-dog-looking thing had a series of boxes throughout it, floating in the digital framework space.
“I’ve got to animate a walk cycle in a rendered environment, luckily the environment is done, and the assets are in place there, but if this damned thing isn’t rigged right, it’s the fucking knees, they keep fucking clipping, I could adjust the model itself in order to extrude more vertices for proper bending, but I don’t fucking want to, because then I’ll get nailed for it being off model. I can’t texture it properly until the rigging is right, because they want us to do a lighting test on it too, grrrrrarrrgl.”
“and you say my quantum mechanics homework sounds complicated, i have no idea what you just said. here, sugar for my sugar,” and slid a bottled of iced coffee out of his backpack and a bag of hard candies.
“Sans, you didn’t have to, thank you. You’re the best.” You popped the coffee’s top off thankfully, the chilled beverage and caffeine taking the edge off your grumpy mood. His company helped too, as he took his laptop out and flipped it open to work on his theory paper.
“Plans for the break?” you asked as you gave up the ghost and accepted that you’d have to take the point deduction and began re-modeling your character’s knees.
“Paps and i usually just go back and forth to visit friends now that we’re on the surface, what about you?”
“I don’t usually get to go home on the shorter breaks, I live too far away, but I might go back to my mom’s house, then my dad’s, the last week of break. My parents need me right now; she and dad are really struggling through this divorce.”
“sorry to hear that, can i ask what happened?”
“Want to know why I blew up so hard at Nef?”
“is it related?”
“Yup. My dad got caught with one of his coworkers. Apparently, it had been going on for a while, and mom never caught on, until they were fucking in a coat closet at the Christmas party.”
“ew. wouldn’t that mean your mom got everything? isn't that how it works around here?”
“Dad’s fighting it, but the big snag in it is the fact that she went out and screwed her tennis instructor in revenge, so now they’re both in the wrong, and they’re dragging it through court trying to divvy assets.”
“how are you taking all this?”
You scrunched your face up over your laptop, “I don’t know? Like, they seemed fine, but there had to have been some reason that he strayed, even if it was something as stupid as ‘she was hot and into me’. I think they’re both being ridiculous about it, they should have gotten divorced long before it got to that point. Like.. If you don’t like the person anymore, why cheat? Just.. Fucking break up. Cut your losses. But I don’t have houses and cars and bills and a kid in college to worry about what would happen if I just walked away, you know? The factors are different. I still love them both, I just hate the situation.”
He sipped his coffee, and nodded, “i like your way of thinking about it. that's why you got so mad at nef, she had something good, and instead of owning up, she got deceptive.”
“Yup.”
“what about the first week of break?”
“Probably sleeping, fuck, I dunno.”
“want company?”
You grinned at him, “Would love it.”
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Flopping down on your bed, “Aaaahhh, it’s fucking dooonnnee. Another year in the books. Two more to go.”
Sans climbed up next to you, curling his body around you, and you shifted to lay closer, laying your legs over his femurs, “how’d you do, you think?”
“Decent? I know I’m going to pass my other four classes just fine, and probably take a hit on that fucking model, but eh, I think I passed. The humanities test was a royal nightmare, though. Yours?” you softly brushed your fingers over his jawbone as it hovered above you.
“will pass. not too worried about it,” he closed his sockets, letting his arm drop over your side, and trail over your torso.
“Hey, Y/N, I’m heading out!” Nef popped her head around the door, “See you in two weeks, don’t destroy my room! Hi, Sans!”
He waved a little, “hey, nef.”
You chuffed at her, “Like I want your shoes!”
“You know you do, my footwear game is impeccable!”
“Say hi to Steve and Amy for me?”
“Of course, girl! Dad will be here in a few. Noah and I are going to try a date during the week. Thanks again for the counselor suggestion.. It’s helping.”
“Absolutely, Nef, still rooting for you.”
“Thanks, harpy bitch!”
“Get outta here, you ass!”
She cackled and vanished from the doorway, the clunking of her suitcases echoing around the sound of the door opening and shutting.
You cracked a smile, “She’s such a doofus.”
“think they’ll make it? her and noah?”
“I hope so. He really is good to her.”
He leaned down and laid his lips on your forehead, muttering against your skin, “and you’re good to me.”
“I believe it should be me saying that to you, Sans,” tipping your head up, you met his lips, and he sighed into your mouth.
He slid his fingerbones over your side, gripping it slightly, and you opened your mouth, darting your tongue out, and he met it with his electric one, and you shivered at the feeling, it never got old. He kissed you breathless, your tongues lacing over the other, your fingers against the side of his skull. He moved over you, his ribcage gently brushing your chest, and his legs sliding under yours to push his pelvis against you.
You rolled your body against him, and he gripped one of your legs to grind himself on your rapidly warming body, his other hand winding into your hair as he held himself on an elbow.
His tongue danced with yours, and he then slid it out of your mouth, glowing and warm, and dragged it down your neck, your head lifting with a gasp. Nipping your skin softly, you whimpered as he dug his hips against you.
He was dragging your friends libido, Lust, and Desire back and they brought the matriarch, NEED.
You were gulping at the pace he was rolling on you with, your body was flooding, and you felt his bulge squishing against your folds under your pants.
He gazed hungrily at you, his tongue out from between his teeth, “you ok with this continuing, cupcake? we can stop now, but i want you. and,” he chuckled roughly, “i want to meet my namesake.”
“Your... Oh, ha, not going to let me live that one down, are you?”
“you named a sex toy after me, of course i'm not.”
You got up, untangling yourself from his limbs, and closed your door. He eyed you lustfully as you lost your clothes and stripped his own off. You reached under the bed, and handed him the wand, and he chuckled, “it does look like me, that’s really funny.”
Climbing back on the bed, you licked his clavicle, and he shuddered a little, “how’s this thing work?”
“Roll the wheel to desired speed, put it on your biz and shake yourself stupid.”
“you don’t put it in you?”
“Hell no, you think I can fit a bulb that fucking big in my junk? Nah, use it for clitoral shakes only.”
He rolled the wheel all the way and dropped it as the device buzzed itself right out of his fingerbones, “geezuz! you use it at that speed? it sounds like a jet engine!”
You picked it up and rolled the vibrations down, “No, usually about here,” and touched it to his sternum, and his bones rattled with the quick movements, “stttiiiillll woooahhh..”
You cracked up. Turning it off, he laughed with you, then his face took on a mischievous gaze, “you said it doesn’t go in you, right?”
“Yeah.”
“want me to help with that?”
You owlishly blinked at him, then licked his jawbone, “Yes, please.”
You nestled into his propped arm, pushing the device against your clitoris, and lifted your head to him, “Kiss me?”
He enveloped his lips on yours, and you turned it on low, the buzzing soft around the room. His free hand started on your breasts, rolling your nipple between his fingerbones, his tongue exploring your mouth, and was intrigued by the tiny jerks your body was doing, your skin pinking up almost immediately.
Between the vibrations on your lower body, his fingers and his tongue, you didn’t dare turn it up further yet, you steadily making your way up the hill, tiny moans escaping into his skull from you. He grinned into your mouth, and slid his hand down, looping it under your leg, and gently inserting a bony finger into your now slick folds, and you whined into his mouth. Welp, that slope just got a lot easier to climb.
He drew his finger in and out of you, reveling in how his namesake made his own bones shake while within you, and you were fucking losing it. His ribbed bones, tremoring at the same pace, the attention on your clit, and his goddamned fucking hot ass kisses, were bodily shoving you towards the edge.
He stopped kissing you, and added a second finger, increasing the speed in which he entered and withdrew from you, his lights dancing over you, this was one of the hottest things he’d ever seen, you panting, your brows furrowed, breath quick as you worked yourself over. Your breaths were coming shorter and shorter, and the fluids around his quickly moving digits became more plentiful.
You started whispering something, and he leaned in to hear,
“Fuck, Sans...Fuuck.. Ahhhn...”
Grinning, he rested his teeth against your ear, dropped his timbre, “gonna come for me, sugar?”
It was that fucking VOICE. Your head slammed back to the pillow, your teeth gritted, hissing “Yeess....” and his fingers were locked in place, then deep, pulling pulses dragged against his bones from your walls, your legs shaking and your back arched. You twitched violently through the orgasm, and lowered the speed incrementally through the aftershocks, and finally turned it off, trembling and panting.
He withdrew his fingers with a wet, sloppy sound, and you blearily watched him wrap his tongue around each moist digit, his lights never leaving your face, his voice thick as he mumbled, “your nicknames are right, you do taste good.”
“That’s hot as fuck, Sans.”
“no, no. you're the hot one here, that was sexy as hell,” He licked the last of you from his fingers, and glanced at you, “you want to do that again?”
“No, I want to taste you.”
“before or after?”
“Eh?”
He swept back over you, and your attention was drawn down to between your legs. His member, glowing bright blue, a drop of neon pre-cum on its tip, was twitching above your entrance, and he was eying you for your consent and response.
You lowered the device to the floor and scraped your fingers down his spine, earning his lids sliding shut and a moan of your name, grabbed his hipbones, and pulled him into your heat. The magic from his lips was more concentrated down below and the feeling of him electrically inside you made your walls constrict around him, and he buckled over you,
“sweet gyftmas...”
“Fuck me, Sans,” you gyrated your hips around him, and he reached down, grabbed one of your hips and began to pull out, nearly escaping completely, but burying himself again. His ribcage melded to your chest, and he grabbed the back of your head to tip it to his tongue.
He slammed himself in you, bottoming out in each deep thrust, his moans into your mouth muffled by your insistent tongue. Your body was on fire, electricity running through you, and you could only hold on as he plunged into you over and over, your body snapping around him in another trip over the edge, keening into his skull.
The pace was relentless, his fingerbones on your hips dug in, indenting your skin, and he wasn’t going to last long. He broke the kiss to growl at you, “where do you... where do you want it.”
“I want.. It... on me.”
He pounded you quicker, snarling your name, and then swiftly pulled out, holding himself, and you flung yourself vertically to take him in your mouth. You opened your mouth widely, and he, while gripping the back of your head, purred your name as he shot hot spurts of himself into your awaiting mouth, his browbones lowered as you were covered in him, some of the jerks causing him to miss the mark a little.
You drank him down greedily, and lapped the end of his member, as not to waste a drop. A couple strokes of his phalanges, and he slumped down, his magic fading. He eyed you as you thumbed his glowing fluids off your face, your tongue darting out to ingest him.
“You taste pretty fucking good yourself, Sans.”
“mm..” he laid down, and you told him to get his bony ass up, you weren’t sleeping in the wet spot. He, chuckling, helped you strip the bed and remake it, and you napped, tangled in his limbs.
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Later that week, you and he departed separate ways to go see your respective families. Smattering kisses all over your face, he headed out with Papyrus, who gave you a warm embrace as well.
Driving up to see your mom first, you chatted with him on the phone through the system in your car and made plans next quarter break to perhaps meet your family. He was a bit nervous about that prospect, but you reasoned that now that you had him, there was no way you were letting him go. His voice was warm as he responded in kind. Someone called for him in the background, and he said he had to go, signing off with, “love you, cupcake,” and hanging up before you could respond.
That sassy fucking skeleton. He knew you guys wouldn’t have time to talk the rest of the week while you were spending time with your mom and dad, and he placed the ball in your court.
Not like you already didn’t know your fucking response. You loved him, for real and for true.
Your mom was surprised by the pictures of your new paramour, but wished to meet him, and was happy you were still keeping your grades up. She was upset about Nef and Noah, knowing how much that situation hurt. She said she’d keep up with you regarding how it went but shared your cautious optimism.
Nef called after her date with Noah, and she was all bubbles,
“He says he wants to try again, slow start again. Y/N, I think we’re going to be ok!”
“That makes me so happy, Nef! Just gotta treat him right this round, yeah?”
“Absolutely. I need to prove it. That I still love just him. How’s things going with Sans?”
“He dropped the L word.”
“He did first?”
“Yup, and then the fucker hung up before I could respond.”
“You do love him, don’t you?”
“With every inch of me. He broke the cycle, Nef. I’m not letting that go for anything.”
“That’s awesome, Y/N!”
“Yeah... it is.”
Your time with your dad was spent much like the time with your mom, a bit awkward, but he was still your awesome dad. You had to shut him down when he started talking shit about her, though. Sure, you reasoned, talk shit about the situation, but he loved her once, don’t be a douche about her. He had laughed and asked when his kid had gotten so smart.
The week ended, and you returned to the campus. Unpacking in your room, chatting with Nef about her break, there was a knock on the door, and Nef let Sans in. He peeked his sockets around the corner of your door, and you urged him to come in. He presented you with a potted plant, an incredibly beautiful blue glowing flower, that he said was made of magic.
“it’s called an echo flower, and if you speak into its petals, it will repeat what you’ve said into it.”
Taking it, you touched the center of the daisy like flower, and his voice peeped out of it, “i love you, y/n.”
“Aw, Sans... I don’t want to record over it! This is so pretty.”
“i can always say it again,” he gently took the pot from your hands, and set it on your nightstand. Taking your cheeks in his fingers, “i love you. i know i didn’t get a response from you yet, but i know i do. wanted to tell you first.”
You pressed your head against his, “I love you too, Sans.”
He closed his sockets and sighed happily.
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Several weeks later, you were nestled into your bed with him, when the sounds of sex in the next room began to drift through the wall.
“Guess they’ve definitely made up, then,” you said quietly to him, laughing lowly.
“....she does sound like a dog toy on helium.”
You had to bury your face into the pillow to avoid barking out the guffaw that ripped out of you. His snickers were low, and he nuzzled your face, his fingers moving up your shirt to cup your breast, his lights flickering in the dark,
“want to give them a taste of their own medicine?”
You flattened yourself against his bones, running your fingers over his hipbones, grinning,
“Fuck yeah, I do.”