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trashcatmonster · 11 months

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Also if you want to maybe do a request, maybe sans pov for the first date fic from ao3? Or the next date after their initial one! You decide :)

well! since you asked so nicely!

title: a big appetite

summary: “Hey! Sorry to bother you, but I’ve got this friend…”

ao3 link: here!

fic text under cut!

Sans wasn’t really sure what to expect when that human had approached him, shit eating grin taking up their entire face and making him shuffle nervously. He had thought that maybe they’d stopped him to make fun of him or something, pull his leg because he’d been standing around in a mall he’d never been too looking lost.

That was definitely not the case, and San can’t help the giddy flipping in his soul as he watches the tiny human approaching him. You’re friend must have told you what to look out for, because you’re staring at him with wide eyes not at all hesitant about approaching him.

Your face is red, though, and your eyes haven’t reduced from the saucers they turned into once you caught sight of him. Stars, you’re cuter than he expected.

“Hi!” you force out, shoving your stiff arm in his direction as your name leaves your mouth in an equally as tense squeak. His eye drops to your hand as you clear your throat, and when he took your hand to shake, your palm was entirely engulfed in his own fingers.

Soft…

“sans. …haven't ordered yet, wasn't sure if you'd like finger food,” he says, wiggling his fingers once you've freed your hand from his.

You actually laugh, and Sans can’t help but beam because you’re cute and you have a sense of humor? He’s gonna have to thank your friend for setting this up.

Now that you’re sitting across from him, Sans lets himself stare. You’re so small, he could probably carry you in one arm. And your hair looks soft, your face an adorable shade of red that only adds to your appeal.

You’re quiet, and you’re not meeting his eye, but he doesn’t think it’s for any monsterphobic reasons because nothing about your body language reads as afraid to him.

“Sorry for the wait!” the waiter says, making you jolt, “Have you guys figured out what you want or do you just wanna start with drinks?”

Sans hasn’t taken his eye light off you, so when you start fanning your face he is absolutely delighted because holy shit, he’s only ever seen monsters older than the war do that, and here you are. Fuck, you’re cute.

“Um… just a water for me, thank you,” you tell the waiter, hand falling to your lap with a sheepish look. He’s disappointed he can’t watch you fan your face, but that expression is almost worth the trade out.

“Perfect, one water and…” the waiter trails off, and Sans gets the sense of eyes on him. It takes him a second before he forces himself to look away from you to give the waiter his attention.

“water for me, too.”

The waiter nods, slipping their pad and pen into their apron and walking off. Sans is happy to look at you again.

Somehow, your face almost looks a deeper red than before. You seem to impulsively lift your hand to fan your face again. You force it to the table, and the embarrassed look you give him makes his grin grow just that little bit more.

You sit there, actually looking him in the eye for much longer than you had managed at that start of this date. It sends a thrill down his spine.

And then your standing suddenly, and Sans jerks back in his seat feeling his smile drop a little in surprise. Is something wrong?

“Um! Sorry!” is all you say, face still beet red, and then you’re leaving why are you leaving?

Not wanting to lose out on the treat he can tell you’re going to be, Sans follows you out. He sees you rounding the restaurant, and his magic flares as he steps forward.

The shortcut takes him by surprise, and he stumbles forward, unintentionally trapping you against the wall.

Well… Wasn’t on purpose, but you can’t keep running from him at least. You’re staring at him bug eyed, and with the hope that you didn’t notice his trip, Sans smirks down at you. Fuck, you’re small.

“where do you think you’re goin’?” he asks, and now that you’re both standing Sans can’t help but sweep his gaze over you.

You’re frozen in front of him, and the cute outfit you’re wearing suits you so well… Your mouth is hanging open, and Sans gets the feeling you’re taken off guard by his unsubtle attempt at getting a full look at you.

The thought makes him laugh, and impulse has him leaning forward, wondering if you’d let him close your mouth for you. Thoughts on if your lips are just as soft as they look bouncing around his damaged skull.

You jolt at his movement, eyes darting to his teeth before settling back on his eye light and he reminds himself that he’s only just met you and a kiss on the first date probably isn’t very polite.

“stars, you’re so jumpy,” he teases, pulling back and hoping you’re not upset about just how close he’d been to kissing you right then.

The look in your eye makes his grin widen, and he can’t resist teasing you just a bit more. Get that pretty red decorating your face again.

“i could just eat you up,” he purrs, grin wide and soul thrumming in his chest. The blush he was hoping for spreads down your neck, but you shove your face in your hands and start sliding down to the sidewalk at his feet making noises he’s pretty sure aren’t meant to be words.

He stares at you on the ground, surprised but insanely pleased with your reaction, and then he snorts. Backing a way, Sans squats so he can get a clear look of your face when you meet his eye light again, smile softer to give you a bit of a break.

“you alright?” he asks, huffing a laugh when you’re first response is to hide in your hands again and let out a whine and more unintelligible sounds. That’s fine, he’s patient enough to let you figure yourself out.

Sans raises an eye ridge when, after a minute, you start taking deep, measured breaths without looking up at him. It’s not something he would’ve expected to be cute, but the exaggerated way your body moves fills him with the desire to pick you up and… he’s not really sure. But his hands itch and it’s all he can do not to follow through.

“I’m… okay.” you start, words slow and hands slowly lowering to your lap. “You’re just! A very attractive skeleton! And I’m struggling very hard to cope with that!”

He’s… stars you’re fucking adorable, how is he supposed to keep his hands off you?

You’re calming yourself down, and Sans grins wide as he watches you.

“…heh.”

Without really thinking through the action, Sans reaches out and pushes your head up with his fingers under your chin. Your skin is soft, and if he wanted to he could cover your whole face with his palm.

Your breathing hitches at the contact, and Sans can’t help but agree, with the little sparks it’s sending down his phalanges.

“don’t think i’ve ever seen someone this bent outta shape over me in a positive way, it’s pretty cute,” he says, snickering at the flush that makes an encore appearance across your cheeks.

His thumb finds its way to your lips, and Sans finds himself thinking about kissing you again. It’s so tempting, especially with the way you’re staring at him, eyes anticipating. He winks, letting his thumb drag your lower lip away from your teeth so he can see the way it pops back into place just slightly reddened by the pressure he’d put there.

No kissing, it’s impolite. Paps would lecture him forever and Sans needs to be able to have a second date with you.

“wanna come back inside? bet if you keep that breathin’ trick up we could even have a conversation.”

You make a sound, your nose scrunching up at his words and he doesn’t even think you realize you’re doing it but he is obsessed with the action. What can he do to see it again? Stars, how is one person this fucking cute?

Sans stands when you nod, that giddy feeling that’s been present since he first saw your red face swelling pleasantly in his soul.

“Um—“ you start, looking up at him when you realize he’s standing now and your expression looks… embarrassed?

“’sup?” he prompts when you don’t continue, offering a hand to you in case you need help standing. You accept the help, and his hand buzzes where your skin makes contact with him.

“What… What is your name?”

He stops, staring at you and struggling not to laugh as he connects the question with the flustered state you’d been in the entire time.

Holy shit, you’re already the best. Sans really needs to get your friend flowers for setting this up, no way he would’ve met anyone near as cute as you are.

“didn’t catch it the first time?” he asks, when he feels like he can trust himself not to laugh at you when he opens his mouth.

You get a look, the same one you’d made when he’d called you jumpy, and what comes out of your mouth catches him so off guard. But it’s so perfect.

“You vastly overestimate my ability to think when someone as big as you is directly in front of me!”

The last of your sentence is rushed out in a flustered squeak, and Sans is reminded of just how small you are. The top of your head barely reaching past the top of his stomach.

“you like ‘em big, huh?”

You look like you want the Earth to swallow you up, and Sans just continues to grin at you.

“I mean— That’s not! I didn’t…” you splutter, arms crossing over your chest defensively.

“Sans,” he interrupts you, shoving his hands in his pockets in an effort to keep himself from following that desire to kiss you. You don’t respond, but he hears your footsteps falling in line behind him as he heads back towards the restaurant doors.

The image of your red face is all the encouragement he needs to poke you one more time, turning towards you and speaking just before he shoves the door open with his shoulder.

“and don’t worry, i like ‘em tiny.”

Worth it.

#chittering #poppywine #sans/reader #horrortale sans #horrortale #ht!sans #ht!sans/reader #I DIDNT MEAN FOR THIS TO BE LIKE A FULL WRITTEN SEQUEL #thought it was gonna be like 5-600 words not. like a hundred words longer than the original #ITS FINE I LOVE IT ALL THE SAME!!!!#i hope you do too!!

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