~Mikaela Blackpaw, the artist~

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Keep being amazing, dear! And I greatly look forward to what you have in store for all of us with your stories and incredible artwork! :)

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What could you say about Sans? He was a jerk, that was certain. But underneath the layers of his gruff, kiss-my-non-existent-ass attitude, lied a sweet man. You suppose that’s why you ended up so close to him. People often asked what exactly you saw in the guy. He was lazy, gross, sarcastic imp that had nothing better to do than make bad puns and shout obscenities all day. 

You never really had an answer for that question; there was just something about Sans that pulled you to him. And the vice versa. The two of you had the kind of chemistry even the smartest brains in the world couldn’t understand the attraction. But that’s part of the reason your relationship with him is so special , as well as confusing. You didn’t really know where you stood with Sans. You wouldn’t say you were friends, it was mentally and physically deeper than that. However, you wouldn’t go as far as to say you were dating. Sans still flirted and probably dated others while you weren’t together. 

You could live without being his partner. Hell, you wouldn’t even mind him seeing others if he were poly. You could even settle for being friends. But the weird limbo of “are you/aren’t you?” was driving you up the wall. You could barely focus on your time with Sans without being distracted by your own thoughts. Not that he notice. The only way he’d know something was wrong was if you were making out and suddenly lost interest. Horny little prick. you thought.

“Somethin’ wrong, sweet cheeks?” Sans asked.

“What makes you think something’s wrong?”

“Ya kinda been glaring at me for the past two minutes er so. Makes me think I did somethin’. So what I’d do now?”

“No, you didn’t do anything.” you mumbled.

“Was there somethin’ I was suppose’ ta do?”

“No.”

:”Then what is it, sweetheart? What’s got my little sunshine so blue?”

Damn him and his smooth words! This is what you’re talking about! This is the side of Sans the world doesn’t see. It’s almost as if he reserved this part of himself just for you. So that had to mean you meant something to him, right? It’s not like he treats all his friends like this. right?

“C’mon doll,” Sans slurred as he got closer, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and using his hand to tilt your chin up. “You can tell your dear ol’ pal Sansey.”

“I… uh… are we.. am I your…?” you couldn’t think straight. He was too close. His eyes burning into your soul, his mouth mere inches away from yours. 

“Out with it, sweetheart. Whaddya want?”

“What are we?” you whispered.

“As in, what are we doin? Well, I think i was about to kiss ya. And then maybe-”

“No.” you said flatly. “What I meant was, what are we? Like, are we friends? Fuck buddies? Maybe something …more?”

“Aw geez.” Sans huffed as he got up. “You gotta bring this up now?”

“I don’t see a problem with it.” you gritted through you teeth.

“Oh ya don’t? Let me spell it out for ya toots. I’m thinking we’re about to have a good time but then you dump this shit on me!”

“My feelings are not shit Sans!” 

“Look, that came out wrong. What I meant was talking about this now is shitty. I mean, we have fun don’t we?”

“Yeah…”

“We make each other feel good, don’t we?”

“…yeah…”

“So why put a label on things? Why can’t we just focus on the fun?”

“Because I need to know, Sans. I need to know what I’m getting into. So, what are we?”

“Doll… y’know I’m no good at this love dovey stuff… I don’t know what to tell ya.”

“Can we just make a decision? Please?”

Sans saw the desperation in your eyes and heard the way your voice quivered. This was really eatin’ you up, huh? For what, he couldn’t think of why. Then again, he’s never gotten close to anyone like you before. The idea of dating didn’t cross his mind until now.

“Can… can I think about it?”

“Yeah. Yeah, that sounds fair.” you agreed. As badly as you wanted an answer right then, you understood that Sans needed time to think. Maybe you could use it too. “It’s getting late, I should head home.”

“Yeah, Pap will be home soon anyway, and y’know how he’s probably gonna bitch at me for forgetin’ to do somethin’. You don’t wanna stick around for that.”

“Call me?”

“Yeah, I’ll call ya.”

You haven’t heard from Sans since. 

Ice Cream Sandwiches 🍦

- He knows I’m into observational astronomy and despite him being a nuclear astrophysicist himself he will email me (and some of the other observationalists) interesting articles and videos about astronomy, usually and around 2am, the poor insomniac

- He became a dad yesterday! In his email he said “sorry, I won’t be in this week, I’ll be frantically googling how to take care of a newborn instead”