Written by: Eimi (From Quotev)
Fanart by: Pep Pizza

Setting the Stage: Again, there's not much I actually have to say for this one. It could happen at any point. :-)

Your Perspective

"Hey, Sans," you call as you watch Mettaton on the TV. "What's up?" "If you ever want to meet a new monster, just ask because... I've Mett-a-ton"

"Ahaha! Man Buttercup, that was awful!" Sans huffs as he chuckles at your 'on-the-spot' pun.

"Maybe, but the worst ones are always the best," you preach in a fake knowing manner.

"Well, I better start getting some new sauce material if I'm gonna ketchup!" Sans says, referring to the bottle of ketchup in his hand.

"Come on, ahah!" You pause to inhale. "Those puns were even worse than mine!"

"Maybe, but I still found them... humorous."

"You're killing me here, Sans!" you giggle.

"Well you are one killer audience!"

"Okay, okay. Stop now. I can't breathe," you gasp, making Sans laugh before returning his attention back to the robot on the screen.

You watch as the famous monster introduces his cooking show onscreen, swaying his hips and overly exaggerate his every movement. It gets you thinking.

"Mettaton can be great, but I don't know... he's sort of... egotistical," you murmur to yourself.
You watch as the black and pink robot dances around his studio kitchen, before kicking his leg up and slamming it onto the counter. He goes on to proclaim that that the cake dough needs more... fabulousness? Is that even a word?

"Heh... can't argue with that, Buttercup," Sans says, shrugging from his place beside you.

You blush deeply as the nickname slips huskily from between his lips... no, wait. Teeth. Uuugh! You're getting side tracked.

It seems that ever since Sans and you had... resolved your relationship, you've found that everything he says and does has been kicked up a notch. It's not that he's changed at all, but you've just become more sensitive to it.

You sneak a glance at Sans, who's leaning back more comfortably into the worn green sofa. Sans, Sans the skeleton. Your skeleton boyfriend. It's kinda weird to think that Sans would be attracted to you, especially a being like him—one with a more skeletal structure. Your eyes scan his skull's curvature and dips, and then study the way the joints on his upper spinal cord, from their place peeking out from behind his jumper's hood, stay together seamlessly. Seeing him like this, it makes you wonder... if monsters were to return to the surface, maybe humans could find out about magic, and even learn how to use it. Your curiosity grows, and you feel yourself leaning closer to look at him at a closer proximity.

You jump as the lights in his eyes flick away from the TV to look at you. You quickly grab the pillow that sat between the two of you before snapping your eyes back to the screen, attempting to look entranced. You hug the pillow to your chest, and hope that he didn't realize you were staring.

"You don't actually find him hot... do you?" Sans asks after a few seconds, taking you by surprise.

"Wh-what do you mean? Why would I?" you stutter, glancing over at the lazy, joke making skeleton. He leans towards you, looking at you with one arm propping himself up.

"Well... you know... he's..." Sans trails off, diverting his eyes downward and he rubbing the back of his neck.

You wait patiently for him to continue, unsure of where this is going.

"He's..." he breathes out, "more... humanoid."

"Sans..." you trail off, looking at Sans with softened eyes.

"Nah, don't worry—just forget about it," Sans says quickly, waving it off. He retreats back into his sofa crease, a conflicted look on his face.

Without stopping to think, your hand suddenly takes a hold of the collar of his hoodie, preventing him from sitting back.

"(Y-Y/N)," he gasps, his cheek bones highlighted blue.

"Sans... It doesn't matter who's more humanlike. I like you, for you, Sans," you reassure him, scooting closer to him. "Because... even though you're a pun-loving skeleton who has an odd taste for ketchup, you're you. That's who you are..."

You place your hand over the place where his heart would be if he were human.

"... and that's who I'm in love with."

You linger close to him, the feeling of his warm breath blossoming on your forehead. You loosen your grip on his collar, only for his large hand to take a hold of your wrist.

"(Y/N...)" Sans whispers, but you refuse to look up at him from embarrassment. Sans pulls you closer, his other hand tilting your chin up so that your eyes connect.

"Are you full of Beryllium, gold and titanium?" 

"Oh god..."

"Because you are... Be-Au-Ti-full," Sans says, grinning.

"...Not chemistry pick-up lines," you groan. A blush spreads across your cheeks, which only fuels Sans comedic endeavors.

"Did you hear about Sodium asking for a threesome with Bromine and Oxygen?"
You stay silent.

"Aw... come on, Buttercup," Sans insists, giving you his best shit-eating grin.

"No...?"

"They said NaBrO."

"That was terrible," you huff.

"Think like a proton..."

"Don't you dare—"

"...stay positive!"

"Alright, I've got one!" you claim.

"Really?" he says, disbelief underlying his voice.

You don't reply, and pull Sans' down so his face is pressed into the crook of your neck.

"Are you made of Copper and tellurium?" you whisper. You pause for a moment, and then continue. "...Because you're Cu-Te!"

You pull back, and can't help but grin as you see the aftermath of your little jape. Sans' face has turned dark blue, and he goes to pull his hoodie over his face... but you gently stop him. You stare into the slightly-larger-than-normal glowing orbs in his eye sockets.

"You're cute when you blush," you purr.

You place a kiss in between his eyes, and lower your head into the crook of his neck. You breathe in his musky, somewhat ketchup-like. It's a little bit weird... but it's a smell that you've come to adore. You feel Sans shift under you, his arms circling around your waist to hold you closer and more securely.

The two of you remain like that until you gently pull away, looking at Sans' lightly dusted face. You don't know how you managed it, but you somehow find yourself straddling his lap. However, you pay no mind to it, bringing your hand up and running the soft pads of your fingertips down his temple. Sans brings his own hand up and holds yours against his face, before gently pressing his teeth against it.

"I like your hands..." he comments. "...They're so soft and small."

The comment makes you realize exactly how small your hands actually are compared to his, but you aren't allowed to ponder the subject further, as the door suddenly slams open. You jump out of your skin, falling backwards and towards the floor. Sans manages to catch you at the last moment, holding you by your waist.

"I've really got you falling for me there, Buttercup," Sans says, smirking.

"Just shut up and help me!" you demand.

Sans smirks again and nods, pulling you up so that you're perched beside him. Then you both turn your attention to Frisk and Papyrus's abrupt presence.

"SANS! BIGGER HUMAN! I HAVE COME BACK FROM UNDYNE'S WITH TINY HUMAN! WE'VE BROUGHT BACK THE SPECIAL SPAGHETTI WE MADE TODAY AND YOU'RE REQUIRED TO TRY IT OUT!" Papyrus proclaims loudly.

"Alright, Papyrus. Do you want me to help get the cutlery out?" you ask, standing up and walking over to the kitchen.

Yep... just another day in the underground with your skeleton boyfriend.