#fluff:san

[4:01 pm] “pssst, y/n.” san whispers and successfully grabs your attention as you turn around and face him.

“what is it, sannie?” you ask him, it takes him a solid minute before he starts speaking.

“you know... even if there wasn't gravity on earth, i’d still fall for you.” you can’t help but giggle.

“are you always this cheesy?” you sarcastically ask him and san just smirks before he adds.

SANFLOWER 🌻: i’m coming over for a movie night with lots of cuddles

SANFLOWER 🌻: and i brought us pringles !!!!

It was nights like this that had San stroking your hair while you sobbed quietly against his chest. You hated being weak, especially if other people saw it. 

“You’ll always be a star in my eyes. You’re not a failure” Even the slightest mistakes or inconveniences ticked you off closer to your present breakdown.

“I’m sorry y-you have to see me like th-this” It hurt to choke out your muffled words.

Your head pounded like crazy, with the painful stress-induced headache making everything worse. San was doing the best he could to lessen the pain. It was working, fortunately.

“What’s wrong with seeing you like this?” San stroked your hair, rubbing small circles on your back as he rocked you slowly side to side. 

“Because I’m not the strong person you say I am” A tear fell from the corner of your eye only to contribute to the wet patch of your previous salty tears on San’s white t-shirt.

“Crying doesn’t make you weak, giving up does-” San cups your face, pulling you back for inspection with his softened brown eyes.

“- I know for a fact you will never give up. At least not when I’m with you” You never knew how such short words could untimely stop your staggered sobs. 

“That’s because I know you’d never let me give up” You forced a chuckle, eyes squinting slightly as they swell with each passing second.

“Exactly. I make the best of you and you make the best of me. That’s how it works” San’s soft whispers eased you immediately, almost every irrational emotions you felt over the course of ten minutes prior was washed away.

“Why are you so good with words?” 

“Your legs are so soft...” Your skin tickled slightly at the tips of San’s fingers tracing up and down your thigh, indistinctively rubbing them together before turning your back and pressing it against his chest.

“Of course they’re soft, I use lotion. Unlike some people” A small smirk crept up your face as you feel San leaning down to your neck.

“It’s not nice to indirectly attack me like that, you know?” San pushes your hair back from the front of your face before planting soft kisses along the side of your neck, holding you in a tight embrace with his other arm being your secondary pillow. 

“What are you going to do about it?” Your eyes shut as the warm breath from San’s nose fans the sensitive skin, raising the hair on the back of your neck as he buries his face into your hair.

“Nothing. You know why?” 

“Why?” 

The sweet scent of coconut filled your bathroom as the warm water relaxed each of your muscles. The bubbles filled to the top as San piles a bunch of his head. There was nothing you loved more than his giggle as a bubble lands on his nose.

“You’re adorable, Sannie” You sink your shoulders underneath the bubbles as San inches closer towards you, resting his forehead against yours. The sparkle in his eyes grew as the dimple on his face deepens. 

“Happy birthday!” Your eyes widen as you open the door to your apartment. The candles burned brightly under San’s face as he carefully holds a big cake. His eyes turned into thin lines as a big grin plasters over his face. You couldn’t help but smile at his cuteness as his dimples carved deeper into his face.

“Is this all for me?” One wall was covered with photos of you and San, smiling, happy and in love. There were candles lit everywhere emitting your favorite scent as you walk deeper into your home. 

Your smile grows bigger as San walks closer to you with the cake in his hands. “All for you, baby” San places the cake into your hands as the light of the candles now illuminate your face. You couldn’t wipe off the smile you wore as you notice San reaching for something behind the couch.

The cake was beautiful, the white frosting covered it as golden cursive writing laid on the center of the surface. “Happy birthday, my love” You could immediately tell that it was San’s handwriting. You look up to see San holding a pink bag in his hand. 

“This is also for you” San lifts the bag up for you to see, excitement bubbles up in your stomach as you place the cake down on the table beside you to see your surprise. San hands over the pink bag, it wasn’t light nor heavy.

Your hand dips into the bag awaiting for what’s in store. The hard leather-like texture brushes over your fingertips as you pull out a long rectangular box. It was covered in burgundy leather with gold cursive writing on top of it. “Open it” San couldn’t contain his excitement as he watches you curiously open the box.

Your eyes widen at the stretching sparkle of gold laid on what looks to be white satin-like material. “Do you like it?” San jumps up and down with a big smile waiting for your response. “Like it? I love it, San!” San’s smile grows wider as you throw yourself into his embrace. The chain was thin, carrying a small golden heart pendant.

Tears pricked your eyes as you notice the engraving behind the pendant. “Te Amo” Your jaw would’ve probably fallen off by now from the amount of smiling you couldn’t contain. San admires you with his puppy eyes as he reaches for the box. “Let me put this on you” 

He didn’t have to ask twice before you lift your hair above your head as San drapes the necklace around your neck before clasping it together. San spins you around to face his big smile. He leans forward, lips locking together passionately. You both smile between the kiss before pulling away resting your foreheads against each other. 

[2:00 pm] san comes back home and wraps you into his tight embrace.

“i missed you baby!” he screams but you shush him, preventing him from being any louder.

“don’t be so loud.” you whisper and he gives you a small pout.

“why are we whispering?” you point at your sleeping little neice whom you’re babysitting for the day. he mouths a little ‘oh’ as he places soft kisses on her cheeks.

“isn’t she cute? i’m jealous.” you fake a pout, san just laughs at your childishness as he whispers softly against your ear.

“she is. but don’t be jealous, you’re the cutest baby in my eyes.” you giggle as your cheeks turn into a soft rosy shade before resting your head on his shoulder.