IM SORRY
You probably shouldn’t have suggested a date. Honestly, you had no idea where to go or what to do. And you had one day to prepare. But, it was the fastest way to make at least a little bit up for leaving for two months. It would’ve been easier to come up with something, if Sans would let you go.
“i’m not letting you out of my sight for at least the next week,” he grumbled, snuggling with you like a child would with their favorite stuffed animal.
“Sans, please, at least let me get up, you literally just laughed at my mention of a Valentine’s date and pulled me back,” you grinned mischievously, playing with your fingers, “Unless you don’t want to go on that date?” He stiffened a little, but still kept his grip tight.
“you really broke my trust,” he said flatly.’’
“I, is there any way for me to get it back?” Who knew you could have this much guilt.
“please, don’t pull a stunt like that again.”
You nodded, but Sans wasn’t satisfied with that answer, he pulled you face up to look at him directly in the eye.
“i mean it. don’t keep things like that from me. i was worried sick for seven weeks and you treated it like it was nothing, i’m your boyfriend, i have the right to know why there’s a change of plans.”
His gaze was intense, full of hurt. You almost laughed at the fact he decided to stay with you. You also wanted to call him out for avoiding things as well, but now wasn’t the time. So you decided to change the subject.
“My mom didn’t hate the fact I was dating a monster at least,” you shrugged, “I almost thought she would. Lucky me.”
Sans accepted the subject change, it was better to not talk about the previous topic for now, “who would ever hate such a charming skeleton like me?” He chuckled. You giggled at his statement, holding one of his hands, bringing it up to your face.
“I know, who knew I could find such a handsome guy,” you smiled into his hand, “But seriously though. The date won’t be a surprise if you can see everything I’m doing.”
“this is a good enough date, having you here,” he pulled you closer.
“Sans, please,” you whined, trying to climb out of his grip.
“Please, just for today,” his voice small. He sounded so hurt from your attempts at escaping his grasp. The least you could do was just accept it.
“Alright,” you sighed and stopped struggling, letting him pull you tightly to his chest.
You spent a long time thinking about plans for tomorrow. Sans didn’t say anything or move. The deep, slow breaths you could feel told you he fell asleep. How could he even breathe? Radiating heat was also something skeletons could not do, yet here he was. Then again, he was a monster, just a human skeleton shaped one.
Letting out a quiet sigh, you pressed your forehead against his sternum. You could feel a slight hum coming from his chest, it must have been his equivalent to a heartbeat, maybe. Strangely, you felt attracted to it. It was such a hypnotizing sound, you found your eyelids slowly drooping as you paid attention to the sweet hum.
To no surprise, you woke up before Sans. Glancing up at his face, you noticed that his smile looked strained, and sweat was beading up on his skull. A nightmare.
You couldn’t just leave him in the nightmare, that was downright horrible. But, then you would have to risk getting hurt by him again. It didn’t matter if you got hurt, you didn’t want him to suffer.
“H-hey Sans, it’s just a bad dream, wake up,” you said while nudging him awake.
His eyes shot open, right socket devoid of light, the other burning a bright blue and gold. You noticed a little ping as you felt a pressure on your chest. While you didn’t go flying across the room like you expected, you ended up feeling incredibly heavy, slamming down on Sans’ ribcage. He gasped and sputtered, the flashing pupil disappearing, replaced with a small white light. The weight on your chest had lifted while all that happened as well.
“_____, i-” he started, hands hovering over you to make sure you were okay. You stopped him from worrying himself to death, placing your hands on his own.
“Sans, it’s alright, I’m fine,” reassuring him, you looked up from your hands to his face, meeting his troubled gaze. The dim eye-lights told you he really didn’t believe you.
“s-sorry,” he murmured, avoiding your own eyes.
“I’m alright, there’s no need to be worried, see?” You proved your point by showing no bruises or cuts on your skin. He sighed, relaxing in his spot, if only a little bit.
“if you say so…” he sighed pulling you close again, “mind if we… just lay here for a bit?”
You leaned into his arms, staying silent for a few seconds, honing in on the hum in his chest.
“Yeah, that’s fine.”