Valentine's Day
You have no idea how you managed to shove Sans out of your front door, but you did. Finally, you had an idea for the date the next day, you just needed to get some things ready. Once you were sure the skeleton wasn’t stalking you, you set out to gather what you needed for the day. Hopefully Sans liked sweet things as much as you.
As you shopped for ingredients for the little cake you were planning on baking, you definitely tried to keep your mind away from the last day. You were such an asshole, leaving for way more than ‘just a few days’ with no explanation as to why. It was a surprise Sans seemed to have forgiven you after all that. No, that’s enough of those thoughts.
Shoving your straying train of thought away, you focused on getting everything you needed for the day ahead. Today was going to be a good day. No negative things on your mind whatsoever.
Getting home from your successful shopping trip, you placed the bags of groceries on one of the counters in your kitchen.
Before you went ahead and started preparing for the rest of the day, you visited your two flower pots first. Sans did an impeccable job making sure they stayed healthy, you would definitely have to thank him for that later.
Setting your wandering thoughts away, you stood in your kitchen, rolling up your sleeves to get started. You haven’t actually baked anything in awhile. It was going to be fun to do it again.
You stood proudly in front of the red-velvet cake you had just finished icing. It seemed pretty well made, you hope Sans would like it.
While you easily came up with an idea for a dessert, you always had a harder time coming up with an actual dinner. What would be easy enough for you to make, but still was considered romantic? You wondered if it ever really mattered.
You mulled over it for a few minutes before settling with spaghetti. While it wasn’t the best, pasta always seemed like a good option, and it was easy enough to make. And while you didn’t really like it per se, you didn’t despise it either.
Another trip to the store was needed though, since you rarely made it, and you were beginning to run out of time. Sans was supposed to be here at Six, and it was already three.
So, you rushed to the store again and got everything else you would need for dinner, racing back to your home as fast as you could.
By the time you finished making the meal, it was already five thirty, leaving you with half an hour of time to get ready yourself. Just wonderful.
You managed though, it never took you very long to get ready for anything, and you were rearing to go with just a few minutes to spare. In those few minutes of agonizing waiting, your anxiety shot up the charts.
What if he didn’t like the dinner? What if he wasn’t fond of cake? What if he thought your date idea was crap and too casual?
That and countless other ‘what if’s ran through your mind until two soft knocks on the door interrupted your thoughts.
Stumbling off the couch, you ran to the door to open it, greeting Sans.
“y’know you’re s’posed to say ‘who’s there,’ right?” Sans chuckled down at you.
“Oh! S-sorry! Uh, who’s there?”
“Justin.”
“Justin who?”
“Justin time for dinner.”
You couldn’t hold back a snort of laughter as you stepped aside to let the skeleton in, Sans laughing at your little reaction before settling himself down on the couch.
“so, whatcha got in mind for tonight?”
“I have dinner and dessert, and the other bit is a surprise,” you cooed at him, rushing into the kitchen to grab two plates of the spaghetti and bringing them to the living room. You normally don’t like eating on the couch, but sometime’s there’s exceptions.
“In the meantime, how about some Cosmos?” you smiled at the skeleton, handing a plate to him and settling down next to him, picking up the remote.
“a person after my own heart,” he gasped and held a hand up to his sternum. He graciously took the plate and began to dig in while you giggled, pulling up the film.
“y’know, this is pretty good. not as great as my bro’s, but it’s up there,” Sans commented, causing you to flush and bury your face in your hands, mumbling out a small ‘thanks.’ He let out a low chuckle, returning to the now playing film.
The two of you sat through a nice amount of it, chatting about certain things and eating both dinner and dessert. When you checked to see what it was like outside, you brightened up to see that the sun had fully set and it was nice and dark out.
“Alright,” you jumped up from you spot on the couch, “I know it’s still snowy and really cold out, but we’ve been blessed with clear skies tonight, and I’m really excited for this!”
“and what are you so excited about?” he chuckled, crossing his arms. He watched as you eagerly ran out of the room, coming out seconds later with a mess of blankets in your arms.
“I think you know,” you smiled, dropping the crumpled u[ blankets on to the couch. After you messily folded them, you picked up the large pile, sauntering towards the door. Sans chuckled, standing up to follow you to the door.
“‘ere, lemme take some,” but by ‘some,’ he meant all. Luckily for him though, his vision wasn’t obscured by the pile and he wasn’t as inhibited as you were.
“You didn’t have to take all of them,” you sighed, opening the door to the outside.
“too late now, got too much of my hands,” he laughed more. Pouting, you locked the door behind the two of you and headed outside the complex and down the street.
“seriously though, where’re we goin’? i’m just dyin’ to know.”
You turned to him, walking backwards slowly, “Take a guess,” you smiled, “what involves being outside on a clear night and blankets?”
“oh!” he exclaimed, his own smile turning soft, “but why now? there’s still snow on the ground. that can’t be comfortable for people sensitive to the cold.”
“I’m sturdy you know!” you turned around so you wouldn’t trip over something and hurt yourself. Though you doubted that Sans would let that happen.
“sure ya are,” he chuckled, giving you a smug look.
The short walk to your favorite area was silent after that, both of you just enjoying each others company. Negative thoughts kept trying to break their way through the barrier you had set up in your mind. You didn’t want to damper the cheerful mood you had set up though, so you ignored them to the fullest extent.
You had reached the clearing you had grown to love in a short amount of time after the two of you got quiet. It was weird seeing the normally emerald grass mixed with wild flowers of every color imaginable covered in a layer of pure white snow. Not a bad weird per se, just a different weird.
“Alright!” you clapped your hands together, turning to face your skeleton boyfriend, “Let’s set up!”
The next few minutes where you and Sans laying the blankets out so there would be enough space for the two of you and enough layers so that the cold ground couldn’t be felt. Once everything was in place, you and Sans settled down onto the blankets to stare at the expansive sky above you.
Sans had apparently studied the stars a lot, since he was able to point out every constellation, and even the names of the stars. You enjoyed seeing those starry pupils and the bright smile on his face as he explained in detail every star and constellation he pointed out.
While you enjoyed listening to him ramble on about that one star to the left is colder than the one right next to it, the combination of it being late at night and you being around Sans’ warmth, you found yourself getting more and more sleepy as time passed by. The last thing you remembered before falling into sleep was a bony yet warm embrace carrying you somewhere.