#sans x reader

this chapter made me giggle a lot

happy let papyrus say fuck day from stick and puck!!!!

He first realizes this when he’s out, getting up to his normal stupidity at Grillby’s on a night you had to work, and it just…wasn’t as fun without you giggling and leaning on his shoulder.

His clinginess doesn’t come off as possessive or controlling, more that he just would rather be around you than not. Going to the grocery store? He’ll tag along. Going on a walk? He needed to stretch his legs anyway. Going clubbing? Not his scene, but hey, he’s always up to try something new (lying).

Of course, if you need space, he’ll gladly give it to you, but say the word and he’s right back by your side with an arm thrown over your shoulder or his head in your lap while you watch TV.

Dust that's not how you're supposed to flirt—