Y/n

He's...
Hmmm...
Why did you think this was a good idea?

Oh right...
You literally couldn't think of any other options.
Notbecauseofpervertedreasonsoranythinglikethatyoujustdonthavejacketpocketsandthejeanpocketsarefakeandhesaidhedidntwannabeinthebagso...

Wait a minute.

Couldn't you have just switched the pouch he was in?
He said he didn't wanna be in the bag but maybe you could've just adjusted it or something?

Then again it's kinda too late to ask now...
Plus you're too embarrassed to say anything...

...
What are you doing here again?
Right! Shopping...yeah...

Sansy is literally right against-sHUT Up! STFU! Shopping! Think of shopping!

Wonder what it'd feel like if-DONT YOU DARE FINISH THAT THOUGHT!

Finish huh? Nice choice of words.
SHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUP!

While desperately trying to repress any dirty-minded thoughts, you attempt to continue shopping.

Unfortunately, the movement is causing Sansy to slightly bounce up and down against your-

You bite your lip in an attempt to distract yourself from it.

By some miracle, you manage to make it out of the store. You probably have a very flushed face at the moment, but if anyone asks you'll just tell them it's a sunburn.

You head over to your bike and unlock it. You hang the grocery bags on the bike handles and walk the bike and groceries home. Fortunately for you, the grocery store is not too far from your house.

On your way home, you try to think of anything that will take your mind off the tiny skeleton nestled in your shirt pocket. But to your dismay, nothing seems to work.

He is practically touching it-STOP NOW.

But-JUST THINK OF LITERALLY ANY OTHER FICTIONAL CHARACTER YOU HAVE A CRUSH ON!

How's that going to help? THINK OF MUSIC THEN!

The combination of music and other fictional crushes reminds you of a BNHA AMV you saw once.

https://youtu.be/uzoOSTbfxmE

It's starts to play in your mind, and it takes everything in you not to jam out while you walk.

At least your not thinking about-I SAID STOP!

Smol Sans

https://youtu.be/bBmX1HoI8uY

I like this. NO! SHADDUP!

We'd bust believe it buddy. F*CK YOU!

Tits ok bra, we can admit it. SHUT UP!

Oh come ooooon~ NO.NO.NO.NO.NO!

Finneee...

For a moment I sigh in relief.

...Is one word to describe them. ;3

I revoke my relief.

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We are a tiny male skeleton pressed up against a giant wamen's badonkadonks. Is it really so terrible for us to enjoy it even just a little bit? YES, IT IS!

But this is torture~ I DON'T CARE!

Why can't we do something fun for once? BECAUSE I SAID SO!

Well that's no fair. LIFE. ISNT. FAIR.

Can't we at least compromise? NO.

I'm suddenly pulled out of my thoughts by a strange sound. It sounds an awful lot like a muffled high pitch screaming, and seems to be coming from you.

Why would you be screaming though? And why would it be muffled? Sh*t is everything ok? I haven't felt any movement that would suggest kidnapping or anything of the like.

Maybe she's turned on? NO.

That doesn't necessarily mean by us. What's that supposed to mean?

Maybe she's crushing on some guy, not inside her jacket, that we can't see? How can we be sure?

We can't. For all we know she could just be thinking about literally anything that would make one internally scream. Oh...

Don't sweat it, there's still a chance it could be because of us. I very much doubt that.

We can doubt all we want, but the possibility still exists. Shaddup, we hardly know her.

But she knows us. Right, I remember her mentioning that she knew about Undertale and alternate universes and stuff.

Wonder how much she knows. Maybe we should just ask?

Are we sure we're prepared for the answer? Not exactly...

Well, how much do we want her to know? I don't know!

Oh hey! what if she knows about-DON'T FINISH THAT SENTENCE.

Oh come on, this is literally our headspace, it's not like she can read minds. WE DON'T KNOW THAT.

Even if she could, she doesn't exactly seem like the type to read someone's mind without consent. Well, people can be deceiving!

That doesn't mean she is. We're better off safe than sorry.

This is our mind, we should be allowed to think about-NO!

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The sound of your bike's kickstand being flipped down snaps me out of my thoughts. I hear a door unlocking shortly after, as well as the thud of what I assume to be the groceries landing on a hard surface. Then you start unzipping your jacket.

Shoot. I'm not readyyyyy!

I'm a glowing cyan ball of shame. I frantically try to muffle the glow and manage to semi-conceal it before you see me. Once you do look down at me, I notice a reddish color tinting your face.

Oh hey, is she blushing? Shaddup, but actually I have no idea.

Maybe we should ask her? NO!

Oh come ON, a little flirting never hurt anyone. That's not true, and we know it.

"So Sansy you ready to get out now?"

Your voice cuts through my thoughts and I quickly nod in response.

Y/n

You're an emotional mess of butterflies and frustration at the current moment. You somehow managed to keep yourself from thinking about Sansy's current location for almost the entire walk home.

However, a certain song had popped into your head that you've associated with a certain Sans AMV. Once the mental images of SansxYou were in your mind, your thoughts immediately slithered their way down into the gutter.

You know you let out a squeak at one point, you pray that Sansy had not heard it though. There is still a chance he did, so you're hopelessly freaking out.

You saw his nod of wanting to get out of your shirt pocket, so you help him out and delicately set him on the stuff-covered table. Plenty of hiding places there.

Of course, your overthinking self lingers on his eager nod to escape the pocket. You can't help but wonder if that's a sign that he doesn't like you physically. You wouldn't say that you're the most beautiful person in the world, but your pretty sure you're at least decent.

He didn't even try to touch them with his little skeleton hands. He was probably just trying to be respectful, which you get, but still. F*ck, what are you thinking? Did you seriously want him to? Yes, of course you did, dammit. Even when he's that smol he still has total ownership over your heart. He is pretty much a magnet for your affections. Why must he be so attract-ive?

You keep thinking of him as a Sans, but even though he is one, Sansy isn't the same as Sans. Although they are similar, you need to view Sansy as his own separate individual. If you do that maybe it will be easier to not hopelessly fall in love with him.

Who are you kidding though? It's practically beyond too late for that.