*DISCONTINUED* Can you hear me? [Sans x Reader]

eighteen

Finally! Another chapter! *celebrates* I hope you like it, and please look out for the Author's note at the bottom for an update on my schedule.

On with the story! Enjoy~

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When you woke the next morning, you felt well rested, calm, yet undoubtedly confused. You were on a bed, which was strike one, as you remembered deciding to sleep on the couch the night before, and there was someone with you. You desperately tried to pull yourself from your groggy, half asleep state, slowly recalling what had happened.

Having nightmares, going to Sans, asking to stay, and for him to stay too.

That would explain the position you were in now.

As you'd been trying to figure out what happened, you'd been blatantly ignoring your positioning. You were on you side, head on the pillow of course, blanket tangled around your legs. All normal right? What wasn't normal was the fact that someone was on the bed with you, very close to you, with their arm slung over your waist and feet touching yours. Your hands were tuck up in between you, one fisted on the mattress and the other practically touching his chest. You cracked your eyes open, stifling an embarrassed groan.

Sans was still sleeping peacefully, you thought, breathing deeply as you internally screamed. You weren't freaking out because it felt wrong, but because it felt so right. In reality, it was more of a squeal then a scream. Sans looked absolutely adorable sleeping like this. Sure, you'd seen him sleeping before, but something about the setting made him that cuter. His eyes were "closed", jaw slightly ajar, the rest of him calm and limp. He looked completely at peace, while when he slept on the couch he always seemed somehow alert.

You really didn't want to wake him up. He looked so peaceful and relaxed. Something about seeing him this way just relaxed you internally. Yet at the same time, the position made butterflies swarm in your stomach and warmth spread through your heart.

Torn between extracting yourself from his grip and pretending to be asleep so you could stay longer, you simply ended up watching him sleep for a while. You found you were just content to do just that. And as you watched him longer the more you wondered what it would be like to close the last few inches between your lips and his. That is, until Papyrus decided to start banging around in his room. You winced when he did something that made a particularly loud crash, but froze when Sans mumbled something and stiffened for a second. Lady Luck was on your side though, and he remained asleep, settling back down with a sigh. You, on the other hand, tensed up, realizing where your thoughts had been heading before Papyrus distracted you. You had wanted to kiss Sans. Wow. Okay. Now you felt like running away as your cheeks began to burn. Carefully and slowly you extracted yourself from Sans' arms, trying your best not to wake him up. Once you were out, you slid from his bed and quietly padded from his room, not bothering to fix your overly long pants and sweatshirt until you were safely out the door.

Once you were though, you quietly closed the door behind you and bent to re-roll the legs of the borrowed pants. It was at this time Papyrus burst out of his room, slamming the door against the wall in the process.

"OH, (y/n)! YOU'RE UP! HOW DO YOU FEEL?" He greeted happily and loudly. You noticed right away that he only glanced at your cheek for a second, then purposely moved his gaze away. You were glad he wasn't going to make a big deal about it. And also that he seemed not to notice your still red cheeks.

"Shhhhh," you quickly shushed, really not wanting him to wake up yet. "Sans is still sleeping. And I feel better, thanks." Only a partial lie. Though your face did feel better, and the weight on your shoulders was gone, you still felt like a stranger in your own body.