Broken and Fixed - (Reader x Sans)

Ch. 17 ~ Here for You

"so he was bitchin' at ya for gettin' me somethin'?" Sans asked you, and the lights in his sockets dimmed.  "what a fuckin' asshole.  i'll knock his damn lights out." He grabbed the ketchup bottle and squeezed it mercilessly into his mouth, almost breaking the plastic bottle it was in.  You chuckled at his aggressive nature, and took a long sip from the cold (F/Flavor) shake in your hand. It was spiked, how you liked it, and for a Christmas effect, Muffet had put a candy cane in it.

"He kept calling me a child, and saying I wasn't taking our relationship seriously," you scoffed as the last words rolled from your tongue. "Like he forgot I was a rebound. He got onto me for not taking it seriously when I was just a quickie to him." You rolled your eyes as you remembered it. However, there weren't really any more tears in your eyes. Instead, you were just pissed about it.

A nice quiet moment sat between the two of you, but you decided to break it.

"Have you ever wondered who your soulmate might be?" The question was blunt, and it left your mouth before you had really thought about it. You were still staring into your shake and mixing it with the candy cane.

"yeah, i've, uh... i've thought about it some." You heard him respond. You picked up on a slight slur that melted some of his words into each other, but you didn't mention it. Muffet returned as you were about to ask something else, holding her notepad in one hand with a pen in another. She pulled a new ketchup bottle out and handed it to Sans, then turned to face you.

"What would you like to eat, dearie~?" She asked. You did another small scan of the menu before deciding on (F/Food), which was what you told her. She scribbled it down quickly, and retrieved the menu from you once she was done.

"And for you~?" She turned towards Sans, who was gulping down more ketchup.

"i'm good wit' my ketchup." He answered, gesturing to the bottle in his palm. He handed the menu over as you gave him a teasing look.

"If you're not hungry, that means you can't take my food." You said with a humorous smile. He grinned back at you with a wink.

"no promises, doll."

The new nickname caused a blush to mantle on your cheeks, and a flustered giggle to bubble from you. Sans' drunken blue blush darkened slightly at the sound of your laugh, and he felt himself fall for you even more.

"What's with the nickname? I thought I was 'kiddo'?" You asked him with a pinkish taint still lingering on your cheeks. You knew he might actually answer you considering his buzzed state.

"well i'm allowed t' say that kinda stuff now, ain't i? ya don't got that *hic* goat dick clingin' onto ya anymore." You blinked a little in surprise.

Did he... Did he mean he was allowed to... flirt with you now?

"What's that supposed to mean?" You asked him, genuinely curious.

"ass-riel didn't want any male *hic* comin' near ya. on that rescue mission for ya, he *hic* was fuckin' pissed at me for savin' ya. bastard kept sayin' *hic* he shoulda been the one t' save ya." Sans slurred, the lights in his sockets becoming more visibly hazy. He was quite clearly too drunk to think, and you knew you could get an answer from him from about any question you'd ask.

"Sans, what did you mean by 'that kinda stuff' when you were talking about calling me 'doll'?" You questioned. A light pink blush crept on your cheeks just thinking about him saying it. He chuckled, obviously noticing.

"yer blushin'! someone's embarrassed," he sang. This only deepened your pink, and you were about to protest, but he answered with a wink. "an' i meant flirtin' wit' ya, if that's whatcha talkin' *hic* about.  yer a cute human." Your heart hammered in your chest, and your eyes went wide without you wanting them to.