Sorry not Sorry
That just happened. You just did that. And it had felt amazing. As soon as your lips had touched him, you had felt a wave of something go over you. It was so hard to explain, to put the sensation into words. At first you felt cold, but then you were warm all over. Fuzzy, even. Like it could fix anything that had ever been wrong. But the butterflies- they were something else entirely.
How long has it been since you had felt butterflies? You had vague memories, but none of them even compared to what you had just felt. Not even close. Everything had happened so quickly, but those butterflies, that tingly sensation in your stomach, that stayed.
You got up from your spot on the floor. You had sunk to the ground after you slammed the door, too flustered to really do anything. Just breathe, you told yourself. This wasn't that big of a deal, right? He had done the same thing last night. People did that all of the time, right?
Bratty and Catty were right, you were so crushing.
Reaching into your jacket pocket, you grabbed your phone. You saw a couple of texts and calls from Sans, but decided that they would be awkward to listen to now, so you deleted the voicemails. You headed to the kitchen, thinking that some breakfast was definitely in order.
You cooked quickly, just some scrambled eggs, and ate them just as fast. It was when you were washing the dishes that you heard the loud footsteps of Papyrus coming up the stairs. But, it was a bit different this morning. It sounded like there was another, quieter set of footsteps behind him. Would it be rude to go see who was out there?
Nah, you thought, besides, I always tell Papyrus good morning. You went to your front door, opening it just in time to see the white and red flash of Papyrus run by. Wait, why did he look taller? The skeleton quickly spun around, running up to your door. He had a child on his shoulders, and they were both grinning wildly.
"HUMAN! GOOD MORNING! I SEE THAT YOU HAVE ESCAPED MY BROTHER'S EMBRACE!"
You lit up like a Christmas light, and you were just as red as one too. The child on top of his shoulders burst into giggles, and then wiggled their eyebrows at you.
"Oh gosh, you saw that? That must have been so weird, I mean, it was weird for me too, but.."
"NONSENSE, HUMAN! SANS LIKES YOU VERY, VERY MUCH." Papyrus declared, removing the kid from his shoulders and setting them down. "HUMAN, THIS IS FRISK." He nodded to the kid in front of you.
Frisk stuck their hand out for you to shake, and you grabbed it gently. Their handshake was much more firm than you would have guessed, and your surprise must have shown.
There was a giggle from behind the child and skeleton. You looked up, and were shocked when you saw a... Goat? Lady? Your "all monster fur is beautiful" theory may has well been confirmed at this point. In front of you stood another monster, and she was beautiful. Elegant, even. She was huge, even taller than Papyrus. She wore a long, purple dress with intricate designs on the front. She raised a hand- paw? to her mouth to muffle her laughter, quietly speaking.
"Oh, excuse me, dear. I did not mean to intrude." Her voice was so soothing, it immediately calmed you. She looked familiar, but you couldn't really place where you had seen her. She must have been in the news at some point, you guessed.
"No, no, it's fine," you smiled at her, then looked back to Papyrus. "I just thought I'd see what all of the commotion was about."
Frisk waved at Papyrus to get his attention, and then moved his hands about. Was he signing? Not that it was any of your business, but you were still interested. You had taken an ASL class your junior year of high school, and hadn't used it since. So you didn't really understand what Frisk was saying until Papyrus grinned up at you, shouting even louder than usual.
"THAT IS A GREAT IDEA, FRISK! HUMAN, WOULD YOU LIKE TO COME JOIN US FOR PUZZLES?" The skeleton grinned down at you, excitement dancing in his eyes.
The thing is, though, you had just left the skelebros' apartment. About half an hour ago. Would it be okay to go back? You weren't ready to face Sans, but when you looked down to see Frisk looking at you hopefully, you couldn't say no. "Sure, Paps. I can't say no to you."
The skeleton wrapped you in a tight hug, and you felt Frisk hug onto your side too. You couldn't stop the stupid grin that grew onto you face, but you didn't want to, either. They let go of you and scurried into Papyrus' apartment, leaving you to actually introduce yourself to the lovely goat monster.
"I'm _____, it's nice to meet you." You greeted her, after closing and locking your door.
"I am Toriel, Frisk's mother." She nodded to you as she walked through the brothers' open door. Their mom? That was weird, but, hey, if the kid is cool with it, why not?
You walked in after her, closing the door with your foot. Were you already that used to being here? Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Frisk and Papyrus getting out the board games. You searched the room, finally seeing Sans, his hood pulled up.
The small skeleton began to turn, his normal smile on his face. "hey, tor-" he stopped suddenly as he caught your gaze. His skull turned that brilliant shade of blue, and he swiftly pulled the strings of his hoodie, closing off the view of his skull. Was he... embarrassed? You grinned at the thought.
Toriel smiled, looking between you and the skeleton. She walked past you, whispering something to the skeleton before kneeling next to her child to help. What was that about?
You bit your lip, following her path, but stopping in front of Sans. "You okay? I know you don't have lungs, but aren't you gonna suffocate in there?" You asked. He laughed in return, but held onto the strings tightly. You decided to take your chance, and tease him for once. "Jeez, I didn't know I was that bad of a kisser," you whispered to him, "You can't even look me in the face now."
He let out another laugh, but this one sounded almost pained.
"Dang, I thought that one would have at least gotten a reply. I guess you don't have the guts to face me." You knew it was cheap, but hey, a joke is a joke.
Sans finally peaked out of this hood, and you could tell that his whole skull was blue. It had been your favorite color for years, but now, you loved it even more. "did that count as a kiss?"
You weren't expecting that, of all the things he could say, and you fought the urge to blush, to stammer. "Well, yeah, of course?"
The skeleton smirked at you, and you knew you were in for it. Had he just been faking? "then you missed, babe."
That was it. You were done for. Stuttering, you at least managed a reply. "W-who said I was aiming for anything else? And why d-do you keep calling me babe? That's a couple thing." Your argument wasn't very strong, and you both knew it.
"couple thing?"
Why was that what he answered? "Yeah, y'know, couples. People who are dating."
The skeleton looked you over, before pulling his hood back down. He wasn't blushing anymore, and instead was smirking. "cool."
This skeleton would be the death of you. "Cool?" you repeated.
"so cool. sounds fun." What did that even mean?
"What does that-" you stopped mid-sentence as Sans moved almost uncomfortably close. What was with his sudden mood swing?
He spoke quietly, and you could have sworn he was making his voice deeper on purpose. "i'm not gonna miss next time."
"Kay," you squeaked loudly. You turned on your heel, practically running to the others. "Hey, guys, what are we playing? Something fun?" You spoke quickly, the words rushing out of your mouth. Would it be rude to run out again?
"We're deciding between Monopoly and Sorry!," Toriel spoke softly, eyeing Frisk and Papyrus, like they had been "deciding" rather annoyingly.
You thought for a second, wondering which game would be better. You decided that you would rather be six feet under than see Papyrus playing monopoly. So, you nodded to the Sorry! board. "I'd go with Sorry!. Less... Aggravation."
Frisk grinned at you, grabbing the box for Sorry! and running to the dining room. Papyrus, on the other hand, slumped his shoulders in defeat. You and Toriel followed Frisk into the next room, laughing quietly.
"BUT," you could hear the sadness in Papyrus' voice, "SORRY! ONLY HAS FOUR PLAYERS!"
"no problem bro. i'll pair with _____." You turned to face the skeleton, who was already at your side. "we'd make a great team, i think."
Toriel snickered quietly, but you were oblivious. "G-good team?" One of these days you'd stop stuttering. However, today was not that day.
"mhm," Sans hummed, and bumped your hip with his. You had done this to him a million times, so why did it fluster you so much? Maybe you just shouldn't have come back, you knew this was coming. Either way, that shudder that went down your spine when he nudged you, you could definitely get used to that.
You sat down at the table with the others, and Papyrus slowly joined you. Frisk had already set out the board, and was passing out the pieces. Toriel was across the table from you with yellow pieces, Frisk was next to her as green, and Papyrus sat next to you with red pieces. That left you, and Sans, as blue. You grinned when Frisk handed you your pieces, and signed a quick "thank you." You may not have remembered much, but at least you knew that. The kid smiled back, and plopped down in their seat.
Was it weird you were so happy about getting blue? You always asked to be blue, but since you didn't even ask this time, it felt even better. Or maybe you just got blue because it was the color of Sans' jacket. Either way, you were happy.
Frisk pointed to theirself, and then made a circling motion around the table. You assumed that that meant that they would go first, then Papyrus, you, and the then Toriel. Well, you and Sans. You looked at the older skeleton, smiling before setting down your pieces. "We're so winning this, Sans."
_______
It was about halfway through your second game, and you were so not winning. Both you and Papyrus had demanded rematches, which had sent Sans into a fit of snickering.
"didn't think you'd get so heated about the game, _____." He grinned at you lazily, but you could see right through him- literally.
"What's the punchline this time?" You asked, glaring at the board. There was no way you had ever lost this badly.
Sans' smile twitched, but he shrugged it off, leaning in to whisper into your ear. "no punchline, just calling you hot."
You could hear the smirk in voice, and for once, you didn't blush. Instead, you sighed, moving your piece backwards.
Then, you felt his warm, boney hand on your forehead. He flipped it over, touching your face with the other side of his hand, too. "yep, just like i thought, you need to cool down."
The skeleton chuckled, and you could see Toriel trying to hold in her laughter as well. You looked to your right to see Papyrus, who looked slightly worried, and Frisk, who was wiggling their eyebrows.
You grabbed the skeleton's hand, pulling it away from your face. But before you drop his hand, he moved his hand to hold yours. You looked up at him, but the look on his face told you that he wasn't letting go any time soon. Biting your lip, you went back to the game.
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Four games. You lost four games. You lost more games than you probably ever had, and man did it hurt your ego. Sure, you got pretty competitive, but not nearly as much as Papyrus. Still though, four games.
You couldn't complain much, though. It was worth losing, you thought, if Sans kept holding your hand like that. Every time you pulled a bad card, he stroked his thumb over your hand, and every time, it sent a shiver down your spine. You almost wanted to lose at this point. But when you lost that fourth round, you gave up. You couldn't redeem yourself at this point.
"Maybe we should have played Monopoly, instead." You grumbled, as Frisk packed up the game. They had such a smug look on their face too- how did they win four games in a row?
"you would have just gotten free parking all the time," Sans told you, finally breaking the connection of your hands.
"Okay, rude." You glared at him. Was he really gonna rub it in?
"cause you've got fine written all over you." The small skeleton beamed, proud of his joke.
You stood up from the table, acting like you weren't a blushing fool. You grabbed the board game, and took it back to the living room with Frisk. Would that skeleton ever stop teasing? Or was it even teasing this point? He had put his arm around you, kissed your cheek, held your hand, not to mention that morning. And he had called you babe.
That one had really gotten you, both times he said it. At this point, there was no denying that Sans was flirting. He was using pick up lines, even! But he wasn't really saying anything about it. That's what drove you insane.
Frisk tugged on your shirt, and when you looked at them, they signed slowly. You caught a few of the words; something about you, Toriel, and pie? Frisk saw your confusion, and started to act out what looked look like eating.
"she can't, kiddo." Sans spoke from behind you, "we're going on a walk before i go to work." He ruffled Frisk's hair, and the kid grinned, nodding.
"Oh, we are?" You raised an eyebrow at him, "What if I rather hang with Frisk? They're way cooler."
Frisk shook their head, and pushed you towards the door. Sans opened the door, allowing Frisk to nudge you outside. You turned around to protest, but you knew it would be pointless.
Frisk gave Sans a big hug, and then signed something you definitely knew. "I love you!" Sans signed it right back, giving the kid one last squeeze before he left with you.
You couldn't help but clutch at your chest, your heart fluttering. That was so cute. You felt your face flush, and you looked down. Why was that so cute? Why did you feel so... pulled to Sans