(Cover art is not mine)

Requested by: xXDiscoRavenXx

This is a little different writing style that I like a little more than the one I use for LI, but let me know what ya guys think.

~*Fluff warning*~
(Kinda)

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Your point of view

"HUMAN!"

You can't help but jump at the edge in the skeleton's voice, and your stomach twists slightly in worry that you had done something to displease him. You turn from watching the TV and hold in a sigh of relief upon seeing his expression is his normal sharp-toothed frown.

"What is it, Sans?" You ask carefully, becoming slightly suspicious that he'll force you into another one of his experimental training sessions. Usually they consist of extremely intense battles to 'see how much your weak human soul can take', but thankfully, the worst that has happened during one of these tests is long-lasting bruises and a sprained ankle. Not to mention the rather annoying anxiety and trust issues that reveal themselves at the worst possible moments.

His eyes flicker to yours for a second, and you can almost see something other than anger and hate in them for once. Before you can be sure what you see is real or just another side effect of being beaten, it seems to disappear and he furrows his brow at you.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" He shouts with the hint of a voice that sounds just like the one of someone trying to avert the attention away from him. You glance at the TV and then back to him, giving him a look that says 'what does it look like I'm doing, smart ass?'

Of course, you would never actually say that to his face, so you just motion to yourself and then the screen and say blandly, "watching some shows to pass the time."

He either doesn't notice the look or ignores it as he walks down the stairs so he can actually see what you're watching. He rolls his irises and scoffs when he realizes it's Mettaton.

"WHY ARE YOU WATCHING THAT TIN-CAN?" He shouts in question as he jabs his finger towards the screen.

You fold your arms and glare at him.

"Well, it's not like there's anything else to watch," You snap back, forgetting to be careful with your attitude around him. He seems extremely pissed off by your tone, and stomps over to the couch.

You flinch as he reaches over, but instead of hitting you, like you were expecting, he grabs the remote. He notices the reaction and smirks as he presses a button.

"ARE YOU SURE ABOUT THAT, KITTEN?"

You turn back towards the TV, ignoring the bubbling anger at him for calling you by the nickname, and raise a brow as a Flowey appears on the screen.

"FLOWEY FLAKES!" It's voice blasts out of the TV as flakes flutter around it. A different, out of sight and much more mature monster continues, "an original breakfast!"

"FLOWEY FLAKES!" Sans fumbles with the remote and finally starts to turn the volume down so your eardrums don't explode. "It's so bad you can't taste it!"

"FLOWEY FLAKES!" You actually start to register what you're watching and realize it's a bunch of Floweys fighting over a box of Flowey flakes. "Don't forget to digest it! Flowey Flakes in your mouth!"

"FLOWEY FLAKES!"

A picture of a Flowey and the box of Flowey flakes is displayed on the screen, along with the words "A prize in EVERY BOX!" A much smaller caption is seen under it. "*There's not really a prize. What are you, an idiot?*"

"Buy ta Flowey Flakes!" The image is replaced by a Flowey yelling as it holds up a beat-up box with one of its leafs. "Or yo'll DIE!" It suddenly starts violently throwing some of the vaguely-flower shaped flakes everywhere as "howedy" is heard repeatedly in the background.

You twist to Sans, who has a confused and weirded out expression on his face. He looks back at you for a split second before you burst out into laughter.

"You— you expect me to watch— watch that?" You ask in between laughs, holding your stomach as you shake.

"WELL— NO," He admits with a frown, but you swear you can see the strange and unfamiliar emotion in his irises again. "BUT YOU MUST AGREE, HUMAN; ANYTHING'S BETTER THAN METTATON."

You scoff and roll your eyes to the ceiling as the last of your laughs disappear. "Tell that to your brother. He loves that guy, even if he won't say anything about it."

You have no idea how correct your statement is.

Sans' frown deepens, and he stomps his foot angerly. "HE ACTUALLY LIKES THAT HUNK OF METAL?!" You flinch slightly at the volume of his speech.

"You... Actually..." You gulp, the room suddenly feeling a tenser than it did a few seconds before. "You... Didn't know?"

He shoots a glare at you, and you attempt to sink further into the couch, unfortunately to no avail.

I've really done it this time, You think miserably to yourself as Sans storms off to go and yell at his brother. If Sans doesn't beat the shit out of me when he gets back, Papyrus sure will.

You sigh, your hand instinctively gravitating to the collar fastened around your neck, put there by, of course, Sans. You tug on it softly, feeling now more than ever like you're not in a house, but a prison.

You're so lost in your own thoughts that when Sans' angry shouting stops you don't even notice until a few seconds have passed.

... And when you finally realize that Sans is staring at you from the kitchen doorway, his gaze is so intense that you feel a your cheeks heat up a little.

"W-what are you gawking at?" You mutter, lowering your fingers from your neck and looking away. Stuttering only makes your face redden even more, and you furrow your brow at the fact that you just seem so... Weak.

Sans frowns, letting out a small sigh as he starts to approach the staircase. You watch as he does so, and a strange thought fights it's way into your head.

"W-wait!" You say before you can stop yourself, your hand flying to your mouth immediately after you speak. He turns at the top of the stairs wearing an annoyed expression.

"WHAT IS IT, HUMAN?" He grunts out the question, and you suddenly become nervous as you focus on picking at your nails.

"Well— you see— I was just thinking..." You stumble slightly over your words, and your face turns a darker shade of red. "Do you— would you— um— Do you want to watch something with me?" You turn your attention back to him and see he has a surprised look on his face, so you add hurriedly, "or you could just sulk in your room some more! I honestly d-don't care."

Smooth, (Y/n), You silently scold yourself. Real smooth. Ugh, such an idiot!

A small red blush begins to spread across Sans' cheeks, and you tense as he walks back down the stairs slowly.

"WHY NOT?" He says as he settles on the couch next to you. "IT'S NOT LIKE I HAVE ANYTHING ELSE TO DO. BUT I GET TO PICK THE MOVIE."

A whole movie...? You glance at him as he presses the remote's buttons and goes through the different movies on Underflix. You shake your head slightly and take a deep breath. Nothing I can't handle. It's just a bunch of moving pictures.

Sans finally clicks on a horror movie and you head into the kitchen to make some popcorn, returning to the living room after adding some butter and salt. Neither of you say anything as the movie begins, and you try your best to focus on the TV instead of the skeleton sitting next to you.

~Time skip brought to you by the glorious Napstabot~

You gasp sharply and jolt a little as another jumpscare appears on the screen, startling you slightly. You reach down to grab the pillow you had retrieved from your room earlier, but instead find your fingers brushing against Sans' arm. Did he move closer at some point during the movie...?

You shift away from him in order to give him so more room, but when you glance over, he seems slightly disappointed. He quickly tries to hide it, but you had already seen, and therefore the situation becomes... Awkward.

Why are you so nervous? You're usually not this scared during horror movies... Your whole live was basically one big horror film. Not only are you really tense, but you have this unfamiliar tightening sensation in your chest, making everything uncomfortable for you.

Could it possibly be that Sans is the one causing these strange feelings?

No, of course not. That can't be.

It has to be that your last couple of days have been much more stressful than usual, what with upsetting Temmie into hiding for a little while. Not to mention you'd almost been killed by multiple monsters, including Alphys (again) for loosing her and Undyne's favorite anime.

Yes, that must be it.

A few more minutes have passed of watching the TV when you feel something settle on your hand gently. You look down and see Sans has put his hand on yours, and is blushing furiously as he tries to act like he isn't doing anything.

"hey, m'lord?" A voice questions from upstairs. You turn with wide eyes to his room's doorway as Papyrus walks out holding an empty mustard bottle. "do you know where the..."

The bottle slips out of his hands as he pauses and takes in everything. He looks from you to Sans with a surprisingly straight face as you and Sans stare back at him.

"welp," He eventually starts, bending down to pick up the bottle. "i'm going to muffet's." You swear you can hear him mutter something else to himself as he walks out into the cold air of Snowdin...

"I AM NOT CUTE!" Sans yells angerly as he jumps up and runs outside to follow Papyrus, most likely to yell at him some more. You quickly get up as well after pausing the movie, heading over to the window to watch the scene unfold.

You can't help but laugh at the obvious embarrassment on Sans' face as he shoots bones at Papyrus while chasing him through the town. You walk back to the couch and sit down, waiting patiently to continue the movie with Sans.

After a few more minutes, Sans returns looking as grumpy as ever. When he sees you, however, his face seems to light up, and he hurriedly sits next to you as you click a button and the movie starts up again.

~Time skip brought to you by the damaged forth wall~

"Gah!" Another, much worse jumpscare gets to you, making you grab onto Sans' arm and curl into a ball. He tenses immediately, but when you don't let go, he eventually relaxes and pats your back in an attempt to be reassuring. You smile to yourself, but thankfully, he's focused on the screen and doesn't noti—

"WHAT ARE YOU SMILING ABOUT?"

"N-nothing!" You say quickly, and he rolls his irises, but remains silent.

Cuddling up to him is, for some reason, extremely comfortable, and soon you're on the verge of drifting off into sleep. Your eyelids flutter open and closed, and you find it hard to understand what's happening in the movie.

The evening had been full of exploring the hidden caves of waterfall and other things similar to such. Along with being forced into some training with a still-pissed-off Alphys, you also had to deal with everyone's grumpy shit for the entire day, and therefore feel it is somewhat reasonable that you are tired.

You're so exhausted that the next few jumpscares barely effect you, and even Sans is able to notice.

He looks down at you, taking a deep breath before gingerly brushing away a strand of hair that had been in your face. You hardly register the gesture, and only smile slightly.

"... Human...?" He shifts under you, speaking at a normal volume for once and trying to move as little as possible to not wake you up. "Are you awake...?"

You mumble inaudibly to him, and he fights back a smile of his own, apparently finding you adorable like this. He takes your sluggishness as a 'no', and sheepishly presses his teeth against your forehead in the form of a small kiss.

Afterwards, he leans down further and whispers something in your ear just as you finally drift off into the clutches of sleep.

"I love you, kitten..."

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Word count (excluding the bold): 2,065

SCReeeeeE

*The sound of fangirls coming to kill me fills me with DETERMINATION to run away*

Heh heh heh

I'm sorry it took so long to finally finish that ;-;

Also sorry if that seemed rushed

Ah well

Hopefully the other one shots won't take as long to finish

I hoped you liked it everyone

*Jazz hands*