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quichein-me-softly · 4 days ago

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Hi it's me again!! I was wondering since it's like the holidays if you could write sans x reader during new years eve and they spend time with each other during a new years eve party?? Also I loved the new chapter of mixed signals!! Happy holidays 🔥🔥

welcome back, i missed ya! and of course, i love writing these little drabbles you come up with :]

HAPPY NEW YEARS!!

new years eve w/ sans

The chilly bite of December had long settled over the Surface, turning the world into a wonderland of frosted windows and snow-dusted garlands. New Year’s Eve was upon you, and while several invitations came your way, only one caught your attention—a handwritten note from Papyrus in his unmistakably bold and eager handwriting:

"YOU HAVE BEEN INVITED TO A SPECTACULAR NEW YEAR'S EVE PARTY HOSTED BY THE GREAT PAPYRUS AND HIS TRUSTY SIDEKICK, SANS! WE WILL HAVE SNACKS, SPARKLING JUICE, AND FIREWORKS!

PLEASE COME.

—THE GREAT PAPYRUS"

The note, penned with such exuberance, made you smile; you could practically hear Papyrus’ voice behind the words. No party on the Surface could ever match his boundless energy. And while you knew it would be fun, you couldn’t deny that the promise of Sans being there added its own quiet appeal.

By the time you arrived, the New Year's Eve party was already in full swing. The venue—a cozy hall borrowed from one of your mutual friends—was decked out in shimmering gold and silver streamers cascading like waterfalls from the ceiling. Twinkling fairy lights framed the walls, casting the room in a soft, dream-like glow, while the faint scent of freshly baked pastries and cinnamon lingered in the air.

Music played softly in the background, blending with bursts of laughter and the occasional clink of glasses to create a warm, inviting atmosphere. Your smile grew as your eyes flickered to a hand-painted banner strung proudly above the refreshment table. "WELCOME TO THE FUTURE!"

Papyrus was the first to spot you. “AH-HA! YOU HAVE ARRIVED!” he proclaimed, sweeping across the room as his scarf billowed dramatically behind him—despite the lack of wind.

He stopped directly in front of you, planting his gloved hands on your shoulders as though delivering life-changing news. “THE GREAT PAPYRUS IS HONORED BY YOUR PRESENCE. HAVE YOU SEEN THE SNACK TABLE? I HAVE OUTDONE MYSELF!”

“Of course you did,” you replied, unable to hold back a grin. “I’d expect nothing less from you, Pap.”

Beaming with pride, Papyrus threw out an arm in a grand flourish, directing your attention to the refreshment table. “BEHOLD! A FEAST FIT FOR NEW YEAR ROYALTY!”

The snack table was indeed a marvel, piled high with an assortment of hors d'oeuvres, sandwiches cut into star shapes, and Papyrus’ crowning achievement—a pyramid of cookies, each meticulously frosted with gold and silver designs.

Nearby, Toriel and Asgore stood locked in what seemed to be a polite but slightly strained conversation.

“It’s… nice to see you here, Toriel,” Asgore said, his voice low and uncertain. “You look well.”

Toriel’s smile didn’t quite reach her eyes, but her response was calm and measured. “Yes, well, I have Frisk to thank for convincing me to attend.” Her tone was polite but firm, the unspoken history between them hanging in the air like a ghost neither was willing to confront.

Frisk, standing a few steps away with a sparkler in hand, glanced between the two. Sensing the tension, they smiled softly and nudged Toriel, lifting their sparkler like a peace offering. Golden sparks flickered in the dim light, playful and warm, as if trying to bridge the quiet divide.

The simple gesture worked. Toriel’s expression softened, and she rested a hand on Frisk’s head. Her voice was warmer as she murmured, “Thank you, my child.” The earlier tightness in her smile eased, replaced by genuine fondness.

Satisfied with their work, Frisk turned and wandered off, twirling their sparkler through the air.

Across the room, Undyne’s voice boomed as she dove into the climax of an undoubtedly dramatic retelling. “AND THEN I GRABBED THE SPEAR LIKE THIS!” She struck a pose, swinging a sparkler in wide arcs, nearly dislodging a gold streamer in her enthusiasm.

“C-Careful, babe!” Alphys stammered, instinctively ducking as the streamer swayed dangerously close to her head. Despite her flustered tone, her eyes sparkled with admiration, the corners of her mouth twitching upward in a fond smile as she watched Undyne continue her tale.

Undyne continued unabated, charged ahead, her sparklers now props in a vivid reenactment of an epic battle. “AND THE WHOLE CROWD WAS CHEERING—WELL, THEY WOULD’VE BEEN IF ANYONE HAD SEEN IT!” She hurled an imaginary spear with such force that the gold streamer swayed again, prompting Alphys to dart forward and frantically steady it with her hands.

You couldn’t help but chuckle as Alphys tried to wrangle the situation, gently tugging at Undyne’s arm. “Uh, honey, m-maybe let’s, um… not destroy the decorations?”

Undyne froze mid-swing, her grin faltering for just a moment before it returned, wide and unapologetic. “Right, right. No casualties tonight! Got it.” She winked at Alphys, who exhaled in relief, though her shy smile betrayed just how much she adored Undyne’s antics.

Then, catching sight of you watching, Undyne raised a sparkler high in salute, her energy as infectious as ever. “You better be ready for midnight! This party’s about to get epic!”

“You bet,” you replied, grinning as Alphys mouthed a silent “Help me” behind Undyne’s back.

Nearby, Frisk stood with their sparkler held high, its golden sparks flickering in soft, playful patterns. Their face glowed with quiet joy as they twirled it through the air, their peaceful presence a soothing contrast to the lively chaos of the party.

At their feet sat Flowey, firmly nestled in a small decorative pot. His petals twitched irritably as he scowled at the festivities. “All this noise and for what? A few sparks in the sky? Pathetic,” he muttered, his voice dripping with disdain. “Honestly, you’d think they’ve never seen a new year before.”

Frisk tilted their head, raising their sparkler with a grin that seemed to say, Isn’t it kind of fun?

Flowey let out a long, exaggerated sigh but didn’t argue. His petals settled, and his gaze lingered on the sparks, watching the tiny bursts of light with reluctant curiosity.

You approached with a soft chuckle, briefly kneeling to adjust the tiny party hat perched on Flowey’s head. “There,” you said, stepping back to admire your work. “Perfect.”

Flowey sighed dramatically, his tone heavy with mock despair. “Great. Now I look ridiculous.”

“Not ridiculous,” you replied lightly. “Festive.”

Frisk giggled softly, giving you a small nod of approval as they twirled their sparkler once more. The golden light reflected in Flowey’s narrowed eyes, his petals tilting ever so slightly toward the warmth.

“Don’t think this means I like either of you idiots,” Flowey muttered. His tone was sharp, but it lacked its usual venom.

You and Frisk exchanged a knowing look before they turned back to their sparkler, drawing glowing arcs in the air. As you walk away, you catch Flowey sigh yet again.

The lively energy of the room seemed to draw everyone together, from Papyrus’ booming laughter near the snack table to Undyne’s sparkler duels in the corner. You felt a quiet warmth settle over you as you moved through the crowd, exchanging small smiles and words with the friends who had come to mean so much to you.

Though the energy of the party was infectious, amidst the bustling crowd, your eyes sought out one figure in particular. IIt didn’t take long to find him—Sans, leaning casually against the wall near the edge of the crowd, nursing what looked suspiciously like a bottle of ketchup.

When he caught your gaze, his expression brightened slightly, his ever-present grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. With a lazy wave, he motioned you over.

“hey, you made it,” he greeted as you approached, his tone casual but warm.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” you replied with a smile. “Papyrus sent a very persuasive invitation.”

Sans chuckled, the sound low and easy. “yeah, he’s got a knack for that. one time, he convinced me to join a book club. never read the book, though. was too busy tryin’ to figure out how he gets so much enthusiasm packed into one skeleton.”

You laughed, shaking your head. Your eyes drifted down to the bottle in his hand, raising a skeptical brow.

“totally not ketchup,” he assured you, his grin widening as if he knew exactly what you were thinking. “scout’s honor.”

“Were you even a scout?” you asked, playing along.

“nah.” He shrugged. “but i look good in a sash.”

Before you could respond, Grillby drifted past, his flaming figure glowing softly as he carried a tray of drinks. He paused briefly beside you, his ever-calm demeanor somehow fitting seamlessly into the lively energy around him.

“Everything all right here?” the fire elemental asked, his voice calm and friendly, the faint crackle of embers underscoring his words..

You thanked him as you grabbed two glasses of champagne, offering one to Sans, who accepted it with an exaggeratedly solemn bow, swapping his ketchup for the drink.

“hey, grillbz,” Sans said, raising his glass in a mock toast. “enjoyin’ the show?”

Grillby’s flames flickered in what you assumed was his version of a smile. “It’s as lively as ever,” he replied. Turning to you, he added, “I’m glad you could make it. Sans tends to linger near the edges at gatherings like this.”

“ah, c’mon, grillbz,” Sans protested lightly. “you’re makin’ me sound like a real party pooper.”

Grillby’s flames crackled lightly, resembling the sound of laughter. “Not at all. You’re far too entertaining to stay hidden for long.”

As Grillby glided back toward the refreshment table, Sans chuckled, shaking his head. “guy’s got me all figured out, huh?”

“Maybe,” you teased, taking a sip of your drink. “But who doesn’t?”

Sans let out a small “heh,” his grin quirking to the side. “eh, most folks don’t bother. guess you’re just observant like that.” He tapped his temple lightly, as if to drive the point home.

“Observant?” you echoed with a playful smirk. “You’re not exactly subtle, Sans.”

“or maybe i’m just not tryin’ to blend in right now,” he countered, his grin widening slightly. He gestured vaguely toward the crowd before turning his gaze back to you. “sometimes it’s nice havin’ someone notice you’re there.”

Your smirk softened into a genuine smile as you caught the faint sincerity tucked behind his casual words. “Someone like me?” you asked, trying to mask the touch of hope in your tone.

“well,” he said, his grin easing into something softer, “you do make it easier to stick around.”

His grin tilted back into its familiar playful curve before you could say anything else. “plus, ya keep me from nappin’ in the corner. so, thanks for that.”

You rolled your eyes, bumping your shoulder lightly against his. “Don’t thank me too soon. Midnight’s not here yet.”

The night unfolded in a blur of laughter and cheer, the party’s energy swelling as more guests filtered in.

Through it all, Sans stayed close by your side, tossing in the occasional pun or dry quip that never failed to make you laugh. His presence was unassuming yet constant, anchoringing you amidst the whirlwind of noise and activity. Every so often, you’d catch him watching you with a quiet grin, his gaze lingering just long enough to make your heart feel warmer than the golden glow of the fairy lights overhead. At one point, Undyne burst into the center of the room with sparklers raised high, shouting, “TIME FOR AN EPIC GAME OF CHARADES! NO EXCUSES—EVERYONE PLAYS!”

You and Sans joined the growing circle just in time to see Undyne dive into an over-the-top reenactment of what could only be described as a sea monster attacking a ship. With imaginary harpoons in hand, she mimed throwing them with such vigor that the nearby decorations swayed dangerously.

“OH! OH!” Papyrus exclaimed, leaping to his feet. “IT IS OBVIOUSLY… A WHALE RIDING A UNICORN!”

“P-Papyrus,” Alphys interjected gently, adjusting her glasses. “Whales don’t… uh… ride unicorns.”

“OF COURSE NOT!” Papyrus said, throwing up his hands. “THAT’S WHY IT’S SO BRILLIANTLY CREATIVE!”

The group erupted into laughter as Undyne finally dropped to the ground in an exaggerated finish.

To everyone’s surprise, Asgore had a hidden knack for guessing, calmly identifying even the most bizarre attempts. “Hmm… is it a chicken… riding a unicycle?” he guessed during another round, earning a roar of laughter and an enthusiastic “YES!” from Undyne.

“THE KING OF GUESSING!” Papyrus proclaimed, throwing confetti from his seemingly endless supply of party decorations.

Beside you, Sans leaned in slightly, his grin wide as he whispered, “gotta hand it to asgore. didn’t know he had a secret talent for interpretin’ chaos.”

Later, as the laughter began to settle, Frisk quietly stepped into the center of the room, holding up a sign they’d written in neat, careful letters:

“Thank you all for making this year amazing.”

The room fell quiet for a moment, touched by the sincerity of the message. For a moment, even Flowey was quiet, though he eventually muttered, “Sappy idiots,” under his breath.

“BEAUTIFULLY SAID, FRISK!” Papyrus exclaimed, breaking the stillness with enthusiastic clapping. “THE GREAT PAPYRUS COULD NOT HAVE PUT IT BETTER!”

Toriel clasped her hands together, her expression soft and radiant. “Thank you, my child,” she said tenderly. “It truly has been a wonderful year, hasn’t it?”

Undyne punched the air triumphantly, her sparklers trailing bright streaks behind her. “Heck yeah! Best year ever!”

“Y-Yep!” Alphys added, adjusting her glasses with a nervous but genuine smile. “D-Definitely one for the books.”

Even Asgore nodded in agreement, his deep voice steady and thoughtful. “Yes… one to cherish,” he said softly.

The sentiment spread through the room like a ripple, and one by one, the group broke into applause. There was something unspoken but understood—a quiet acknowledgment of how far you had all come.

As the applause began to fade, you felt a nudge at your side. Sans leaned in, his hands tucked comfortably into his hoodie pockets, his grin faint but real.

“heh. kid’s got a way of hittin’ ya right in the soul,” he said, his voice light but threaded with something softer. His eyes lingered on Frisk for a beat, the quiet pride in his gaze barely masked by his usual laid-back demeanor.

You smiled, nodding. “Yeah… they’ve got a knack for that.”

Sans glanced at you, his expression unreadable for a moment before his grin crept wider. “kinda reminds me of someone else i know.”

You raised a brow at him, but before you could respond, Frisk’s eyes met yours from across the room. Smiling, you gave them a quiet thumbs-up. They beamed in response, their sparkler tracing playful patterns through the air once more, the golden light reflecting the joy that filled the room.

Sans watched them for a moment, then let out a soft chuckle. “guess some things are contagious,” he murmured.

“Hm?” You turned to him, but he had already shifted his attention elsewhere, his hand giving a small wave.

“heh. nothin’.” His hand brushed lightly against yours as it dropped, just for a second—but long enough to send a gentle heat blooming under your skin.

The night wore on, the gentle hum of conversation and laughter filling the air as midnight approached. Papyrus, ever the meticulous organizer, had set up a projector against the far wall. The countdown flickered in bright numbers, casting a faint glow that rippled over the crowd.

One by one, guests began drifting toward the center of the hall, drawn by the hum of music and the soft twinkle of fairy lights strung across the makeshift stage. The air brimmed with anticipation, the approaching new year wrapping around you like the warmth of the gathering itself.

Undyne’s voice rang out above the noise as she clinked a glass dramatically, her sparklers now swapped for a celebratory drink. “Alright, everyone! Ten minutes to go! If you’re not in position for the countdown, you’re missing out on history!”

Alphys tugged at her arm, blushing. “U-Undyne, it’s not exactly history—”

“Sure it is, babe!” Undyne interrupted, throwing an arm around Alphys’ shoulders and flashing her a sharp, toothy grin. “The history of us bringing in another awesome year!”

Alphys flushed even deeper, adjusting her glasses nervously but not pulling away.

Across the room, Frisk gave an enthusiastic thumbs-up from their spot near Toriel. The former queen mirrored the gesture with a warm, encouraging smile.

“Another year of this nonsense,” Flowey muttered from his pot, his petals twitching irritably. His tone lacked its usual bite, though, and his leaves drooped slightly as Frisk twirled a sparkler near him.

“Cheer up, Flowey,” you called over, catching his glare. “You survived another year with us ‘sappy idiots.’ That’s gotta be worth celebrating, right?”

Flowey grumbled something unintelligible, but his petals dipped slightly, almost like a reluctant nod. “Barely,” he muttered, his tone softer than usual.

You found yourself standing with Sans off to the side, near a row of windows overlooking the frosty town square. Outside, the streetlights cast a warm glow on faint flurries of snow drifting lazily through the cold night air. The muffled sound of a band playing New Year’s tunes filtered in through the glass, blending with the cozy hum of the party behind you.

Sans leaned against the window frame, hands tucked casually in his hoodie pockets, his gaze fixed somewhere in the distance. He looked peaceful, his grin smaller but no less genuine.

“y’know,” he began, his voice low and easy as you stepped closer, “new year’s is kinda funny when ya think about it. we’re all just measurin’ time, watchin’ numbers tick over... but people still get real excited for it. like a fresh start or somethin’.”

“Is that your way of saying you don’t care about New Year’s?” you teased, crossing your arms with a playful smile.

“nah, i care,” he said, his grin softening as his gaze drifted to you. “…just not for the reasons most folks do.”

You tilted your head, curious. “For what reasons, then?”

He hesitated, his gaze flicking briefly back to the snowy town square. For a moment, it seemed like he might brush off the question with another joke, but instead, his grin shifted into something quieter, more genuine. His eye lights flickered back to you, their glow faint but steady.

“well, this year’s been pretty good,” he said, his tone softer than usual. “met someone who’s made it... kinda great, actually. wouldn’t mind spendin’ more time like this.”

His words hit you squarely in the chest, the sincerity in his tone catching you off guard. You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could, Papyrus bounded into view, his scarf trailing behind him like a comet.

“TEN MINUTES UNTIL THE COUNTDOWN!” he declared, his voice cutting through the calm like a gong. “COME, HUMAN! SANS! WE MUST PREPARE FOR THE FIREWORK DISPLAY! IT WILL BE THE PINNACLE OF THE EVENING!”

Sans straightened from his spot by the window, his grin sliding effortlessly back into its usual playful tilt. “i thought the snacks were the pinnacle.”

“THE SNACKS WERE MERELY THE PROLOGUE!” Papyrus declared, his chest puffed with pride. “NOW HURRY! I CANNOT LIGHT THE SPARKLERS AND PRESS THE BUTTON AT THE SAME TIME!”

You and Sans exchange a glance, his grin turning sly. “guess we better help the guy out. wouldn’t wanna disappoint the ‘great firework technician papyrus.’”

You chuckled, falling into step beside him as the two of you followed Papyrus into the courtyard.

The crisp night air nipped at your cheeks as you stepped outside, but the festive atmosphere kept your spirits warm. Strings of lights bordered the courtyard, and the faint sound of chatter and laughter spilled from the open doors of the hall. Overhead, stars twinkled faintly, their glow muted by the streetlamps and the shimmering anticipation that filled the air.

Papyrus had arranged a surprisingly impressive display of fireworks, each rocket carefully labeled with his bold handwriting. The others had gathered to watch as Papyrus darted around the courtyard, gleefully directing traffic.

“ALL RIGHT, EVERYONE!” Papyrus boomed, his voice ringing out like a rallying cry. “IN JUST A FEW MINUTES, WE SHALL LIGHT THE SKY WITH THE GREATEST FIREWORK DISPLAY OF ALL TIME!”

Undyne swung her sparklers like twin swords, shouting something about “defending the new year!” Meanwhile, Alphys hovered nearby, wringing her hands as Undyne’s wild flourishes brought the sparklers dangerously close to a box of rockets.

“Undyne!” Alphys yelped, her voice rising in panic. “P-Please, maybe keep those a little further from the—oh my gosh!” She lunged forward, shielding the fireworks with her clipboard.

“Relax, Alphy! I’ve got this!” Undyne declared confidently, twirling the sparklers with dramatic flair that made her girlfriend wince.

You couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight, and Sans leaned in closer, his voice full of amusement. “five bucks says she sets somethin’ on fire before this is over.”

You smirked, shaking your head. “I’d take that bet, but I’m pretty sure we’d both win.”

Papyrus zipped around the courtyard, scarf trailing as he issued instructions with military precision. “UNDYNE, THE SPARKLERS ARE NOT FOR LIGHTING THE FUSES!”

“HUMAN!” He spun toward you, thrusting a bucket into your hands with the gravitas of a royal decree. “PLEASE HOLD THIS BUCKET OF MINIATURE ROCKETS! AND SANS—STOP LOITERING!”

Sans chuckled, slipping his hands deeper into his hoodie pockets. “not loitering, bro. supervising.”

“SUPERVISING REQUIRES DOING SOMETHING!” Papyrus exclaimed, flinging his scarf over his shoulder dramatically as he marched off to handle another task.

As Papyrus bustled away, Sans leaned in again, his voice low enough for only you to hear. “pap’s got a future as a drill sergeant, huh?”

You laughed, holding up one of the sparklers. “He just wants everything to be perfect.”

Sans’ grin softened as he watched his brother dash around the courtyard, his tone taking on a quiet fondness. “yeah,” he murmured, his gaze lingering on Papyrus. “he’s good at that.”

As Papyrus continued to direct his countdown preparations with the fervor that suggested it was a military operation, Sans sidled up next to you. His hand brushed lightly against yours, an absentminded gesture that might have gone unnoticed if you weren’t already so attuned to him. Even so, the brief contact sent a spark of warmth racing up your arm, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

“so,” he said, his voice low, almost drowned out by the noise, “got any resolutions?”

You turned toward him, thoughtful. “I don’t know… Maybe to live in the moment more? Stop worrying so much about the past or future, and just… appreciate life as it comes. Feels like one of those things I could be better at.”

“huh.” Sans tilted his head slightly, his grin softening into something more reflective. “that’s a good one. might have to borrow it.” “What about you?” you asked, genuinely curious.

Sans seemed to consider it for a moment, his gaze drifting toward the horizon where stars twinkled faintly above the glow of the town. The night air carried a quiet stillness, broken only by distant laughter and the occasional pop of a test firework.

“hmm,” he started, his voice light but carrying an undercurrent of sincerity. “guess mine’s makin’ sure you keep yours.”

His words settled between you, simple yet unexpectedly meaningful.

You wanted to say something, but the moment hung delicate and unspoken—until Papyrus’ voice rang out, echoing through the courtyard like a call to arms. “TEN SECONDS LEFT, EVERYONE! GET READY FOR THE COUNTDOWN!”

The others joined in eagerly, their voices blending into a lively chorus.

“TEN!”

Papyrus stood front and center, his scarf flaring dramatically in the crisp winter air, as though powered by sheer willpower alone. He pointed toward the sky, rallying the group like a general leading a parade.

“NINE!”

Undyne threw an arm around Alphys, practically sweeping the smaller monster off her feet. “THIS IS IT, BABE! OUR YEAR!” she bellowed, shaking Alphys so vigorously that the poor scientist could only manage a nervous laugh, her cheeks glowing as red as the sparklers in Undyne’s free hand.

“EIGHT!”

Frisk bounced on their toes, twirling their sparkler with anticipation and delight. With their free hand, they lifted Flowey’s pot higher, giving the grumpy flower a perfect view of the sky.

Flowey groaned, his petals twitching with exaggerated disdain. “Oh, joy. More loud noises and explosions. What a delightful way to start another year of nonsense.”

Frisk tilted their head, their bright smile widening. With a mischievous flick of their sparkler, they sent a harmless shower of golden sparks near Flowey’s pot, earning an indignant huff.

“Watch it!” Flowey snapped, though his petals relaxed just slightly, his irritation softened by Frisk’s quiet joy.

“SEVEN!”

Toriel and Asgore exchanged a glance across the courtyard. The weight of their shared history lingered between them, bittersweet and unspoken. Toriel hesitated, then gave Asgore a small, reluctant nod. He returned it with a soft, hopeful smile.

“SIX!”

You turned to Sans, your heart giving a small leap when you realized his gaze was already on you. His eye lights glowed faintly, reflecting the golden sparks that danced through the crisp night air.

“FOUR!”

“hey,” he said, his voice nearly drowned out by the noise, “gotta say… this year’s been somethin’ else. all thanks to you.”

“THREE!”

Your breath caught, the quiet sincerity in his words wrapping around you like the warmth of a blanket against the cold.

You managed a smile, your voice softer than you intended. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

“TWO!”

Sans leaned closer, his breath feathering against your cheek. His voice was barely audible over the rising cheers as he whispered, “happy new year, sunshine.”

“ONE!”

The courtyard erupted into cheers, and the first firework exploded overhead, scattering brilliant streaks of gold and crimson across the night sky.

The sound echoed faintly, but it all seemed distant as Sans’ hand rose to your cheek, his grin fading into something sweeter just before his mouth met yours.

The kiss was soft and unhurried, as if the entire year had been leading up to this single, fleeting moment. His touch held a quiet reverence—the kind of tenderness that felt rare and delicate—like you were something fragile, something he wasn’t quite ready to let go of. His palm stayed warm against your skin, thumb tracing gentle circles as though committing every detail to memory.

There was no urgency, only the gentle weight of emotions unspoken—words he’d never say aloud but conveyed in the way he held you.

The crackle of fireworks and the cheers of your friends faded away, replaced by the quiet thrill of his closeness. For all his jokes and lazy smirks, this moment felt different. Unguarded. Carrying with it the quiet emotion he so often kept hidden from the world.

When you finally parted, the world rushed back in a cascade of color and sound. His forehead rested against yours for a moment longer, his grin returning—soft and lopsided, but with a depth that made your heart flutter.

“guess that’s one resolution down,” he murmured, his voice low and laced with affection.

You blinked, still breathless, a smile tugging at your lips. “And what was that?”

“makin’ this year better than the last,” he replied, his grin widening slightly. “and makin’ sure you keep yours.”

His words hung in the air, warm and grounding. Before you could respond, Papyrus’ voice broke through the haze.

“SANS! Y/N! DID YOU SEE THAT FIREWORK? IT WAS SHAPED LIKE A SPAGHETTI NOODLE! ABSOLUTELY MAGNIFICENT!”

You both laughed, the moment dissolving into a shared grin. Sans slipped his hand into yours, his thumb brushing lightly along your knuckles as he turned to Papyrus.

“heh, trust pap to turn the fireworks into a pasta thing.” He glanced at you, his grin widening mischievously. “any more of those and i might just pasta way.”

You snorted, rolling your eyes as you gave him a playful shove. “You’re impossible.”

“nah,” he countered with a wink, “just im-pasta-ble to resist.”

Shaking your head with a laugh, you let him tug you back toward the others. The soft glow of the fireworks cast shifting patterns of light across the courtyard, their brilliance reflected in Sans’ steady gaze. Maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t such a bad way to start the year.

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