Broken and Fixed - (Reader x Sans)

Ch. 8 ~ Arguments and New Relationships

"It's the way he's so angry all the time, right?"

"Yeah. He just makes me feel like nothing. Constantly. He puts me down like I'm just some shit on the bottom of his shoe, but then he'll admit to every little emotion he has stored in that skull of his. I don't know whether he likes me or he wants me dead."

"Sounds tough."

"Yeah. Well, I guess now I know if he wants me dead or likes me."

"Whatcha thinkin'?"

"The former."

"Yeah, he's not good at showing his feelings, is he?"

"No. It just seems like he's pissed all the time."

"I think he cares about you."

"Ha! You're hilarious."

"I'm serious, (Y/N). He doesn't cry in front of anyone but you, for some reason."

"Yeah, well, he also yells at me from putting my finger a centimeter out of place on the gun, so.."

"That's true. He's an asshole, but he cares."

"You think so?"

"Yeah. I think he kinda likes ya too. I mean that's not hard to believe..."

"I kinda thought I liked him too, at one point."

"Really?"

"Yeah I did."

Sans grabbed a cookie from the top of the fridge, stuffing it in his mouth as he tucked his gun in his pocket. He carefully stepped over the body that laid in a bloody puddle on the floor.

You tried reaching for the cookies in the jar, but your valiant attempts proved unworthy of those high and mighty chocolate chunk sweets. You made a huff sound out of annoyance at your lack of height.

Sans turned around to see you with a pout on your lip as you outstretched your arm to its full potential. He let out a little chuckle, and stepped back towards you.

"lemme throw ya a bone, kiddo." He winked at you. His amused smile played on his teeth, a little flicker of humor igniting his left pupil. He grabbed the whole jar off the fridge, then handed it to you, flashing you a friendly smile. He turned back around and started walking out again.

You felt your soul jump in your chest.

He didn't have to get the whole jar for you; you only wanted one...

...but he did...

...and that's what made your soul flutter around inside like it was on fire.

"Wait, why'd you say it wasn't hard to believe?"

"(Y/N), come on. You know you're cute, I know you're cute. Sans knows you're cute-"

"You think I'm cute?"

"...Would it be weird if I said yes?"

"No, because I think you're kinda cute too."

"You're sweet."

"Thanks, and I think you're cool, by the way."

"Thanks. Ya need a hug?"

"Yeah."

He got up, and quietly walked over to your bed, where you were sat up and waiting for him. He wrapped his muscular arms around your smaller torso, surrounding you in his warmth. You melted into him, and the sweet faint smell of cinnamon and butterscotch floated around you.

"Hey, (Y/N)?" He said.

"Yeah?" You mumbled into his shirt.

"Have you ever wanted to... be more?" The question meant more to you than you expected. What did "more" mean to him? More than friends? More than an assassin?

"More than what?" You asked, still basking in his heavenly scent. He seemed really good at comforting you.

"More than friends." Your heart did a little skip in your chest, but only barely. You stayed quiet for a second.

"Yeah," you lied. "Have you?" He pulled out of the hug, a pinkish tint on his face. He looked cute, and more vulnerable than he usually showed.

"Yeah, I have." The answer made you feel guiltier for lying, but you were a little crushed at the moment. You wanted the rebound. Before you even knew what happened, a pair of soft and slightly fuzzy lips touched your own. You waited a moment before you pushed him off of her.

"Stars, I-I'm sorry! I d-didn't know if-"

"No, it's fine. You just caught me off-guard." You giggled. A soft sigh of relief blew from his lips.

You pressed your lips gently against his, resting your hands on his broad shoulders as he responded. His kiss was firm, yet still sweet. His hands fell to your waist, and he held onto you as the kiss lasted.

You finally pulled away from him, your smile still playing on your face.

He wanted more. You had tasted so good, but it was so brief and short. It ended way too early.

He wasn't going to pry though, that would just be douchey of him, and he knew you weren't ready.

Hell, he was still just getting over Chara. He wasn't even sure if he was ready.

"Wow." He finally said, his eyes glistening with desire. You giggled, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

"Wow." You responded. There was a little bit of a silence between you both, only filled by the soft breaths you each took and the quiet snores that floated around from Chara.

"You're cute, (Y/N)."

"You're cute, too, Asriel."

Hoping that one day you'll be able to return such feelings Asriel has for you fills you with determination...

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