#not even joking this driver just made a whole point about ut

[ghostpantomime]

twice voted coach drivers' favourite for having my seat belt on

[marshmarrowsans]

arghng sorry for multiple asks I am addicted; can I request a short thing with ut!sans's future s/o or crush realizing sans loves her (show me the heart eyes) thanks you are both great people+

(Shhhh don’t be sorry we love your asks -Mod Kasha)Sans was drunk. Sans didn't usually getdrunk.  He was the responsible one.  The mom friend.  He was the one who sat there with a bottle ofketchup and a large basket of fries and watched you try (in vain) to out-drinkUndyne, the one who put his arm around you and helped you walk outsideafterwards, the eternal designated driver. But today, incredibly, possibly because it was just the twoof you out on a Friday night together and you planned on walking back to hisplace together for a sleepover, Sans was a little bit, convincingly, undeniablydrunk. Maybe you were a bit of a bad influence on him, because itall started when you offered him a sip of your drink, and you had a really damngood drink.  He ordered one forhimself.  He ordered another one for himself,then decided to try another, different drink on the menu that seemed similarbut a bit more fruity.  And he seemedlike he was having fun, so who were you to stop him?He still seemed like he was having fun, even now as you had decided to step inand prevent him from ordering any more drinks. And you know what?  You werehaving fun, too.  You weren't completelyhammered or anything, but you felt slightly, pleasantly hazy.  Just enough to lower your inhibitions alittle, but not enough to give you a hangover. "Alright.  Twotruths and a lie.  Your turn," youannounced, feeling the need to do something other than listen to him rattle offincreasingly unfunny and non-sensical puns.  It was a little game you hadn't playedtogether in awhile, because after passing the time with it occasionally in yourearly friendship to try and get to know each other better, it didn't take youlong to realize two things about Sans. One, he had an impressive poker face.  You wondered if you should be concerned thathe was such a good liar.  You guessed hislie a statistically insignificant portion of the time. And two, he was good at reading people.  Stupidly good at it.  He was a living lie detector, always callingyou out either with logic ("if you really used to have a fat cat namedBurger, then why have I never see him in the many cat pictures you've proudlyshown me?") or just by saying that he could see it in your expression. You wondered if either capability was still fullyfunctioning in his current condition. "hehehe.  ok, ok,ok.  let's see, um."  He rested his chin in his hand and gazed atyou, in an obvious and unsuccessful attempt to put on his usual pokerface.  "...  y'know, the longer we're friends, the harderit gets to trick ya'.  feels like youknow everything about me at this point." "Really?" You grinned at him and leaned across thetable a little.  "That's how I feelaround you all the time.  Like you can read my mind." "nah...  yourface.  i stare at your face.  i mean i read it.  your face."  Sans tugged at the gray fluff of his hoodie,suddenly averting his gaze from yours. "so, um.  two truths and alie.  right.  uh... i'm left-handed."Easy.  That was definitely true.  He used his left hand for everything. "i, uh... hm.  when i have bad dreams, itext you to make myself feel better." Cute.  And true. "and i've never had a crush on anyone.  'cause i'm stone cold like that." It was no secret that Sans was aromantic and asexual, asmuch as that crushed your hopes of ever being in a relationship with him, so, alsotrue. ...  Wait.  What? That made three truths.  You werecertain of it.  You went back over hisresponses in your head, as if stumped on a test question with no "none ofthe above" option.  You checked offyour reasoning one by one, all while staring at him suspiciously. He'd been eating and drinking with his left hand all night,and you vividly remembered him always doing so. Check. He'd told you about texting you when he had bad dreams, andhe still did it sometimes, although much less frequently than before.  You had his message alert set louder thananybody else's for just that reason. Check. He never had a crush on anybody...  Come to think of it, he'd never actuallystated that as a fact.  Things like thatjust didn't seem to be a part of his life, so maybe, all this time, you'd justgone and assumed...  And besides, youknew that sexuality and romanticism could be fluid.  Maybe he'd simply developed feelings forsomebody very recently."...  You're lying about the crush,aren't you?" Sans let out a giggle, a precious noise you seldom got tohear from him, and covered his face with his hands.  "fuck. is it that obvious?  i'm so dumb,why did i make that my lie?" "Get outta town. You've had a crush?"  Youwere glad his face-reading systems seemed to be down at the moment, becausethere was no disguising the pang of jealousy you felt.  Who the hell could be so lucky as to haveSans crushing on them?  He was the mostgenuinely good guy you could think of. "Who?" He kept his face covered and shook his head.  "nah.""C'mon.  I'm your best friend." "i know!  iknow.  look, i'm drunk, but i'm not drunkenough to spill those beans, ok?" "Awwwh.  Well,okay.  I won't push you."  You had to admit, though.  It stung a little more to know that hewouldn't tell you. He went on as if he barely even heard you, his voice muffledin his hands.  "i mean, it was thetruth for awhile.  and then a littlewhile ago i stopped to think about why i, uh, felt differently about this one personthan i did about anyone else i'd ever met. and it got...  really foggy,because we were becoming friends at the same time?  so i was confused.  kinda like... have i just never had a friend this close to my heart, or is theresomething more to it?  kinda like is itnormal to feel your soul melt in your chest every time your friend laughs atone of your jokes that you know wasn't even good.  and it just kinda hits you that they'relaughing because they like you enough to think you're funny even though you'renot.  they like you enough to think thatyou're good even though you're not.  andthen you're lying awake all night while they're texting you into the earlyhours of the morning and all you can think about is how much they mean to youand how amazing they make you feel.  andyou've never had drugs before but you're pretty sure this is what they feellike?" "That's..." You glanced away, then back at him. "Um.  Really specific,Sans.  But.  You arefunny!  And you are good.  I'm not trying tosay that this friend of yours doesn't like you, but don't sell yourselfshort." "ayyy, who you callin' short?" You chuckled, but continued sincerely.  "You're a good person.  Think about all the things I know aboutyou.  All the things I imagine you mightstill feel guilty for."  He sunk inhis seat a little.  You weren't surewhether he was still grinning behind his hands, or if he might be closer tocrying at this point.  But you couldn'tstop yourself.  The Sans praise train hadno brakes.  "I might not knoweverything, but I know enough to say that I know you as a person.  And I can tell you this: You.  Are.  Agood person.  I'd trust you with mylife.  And you know that means alot.  Trust doesn't come easy withme." His voice came out strained and a bit broken.  "you believe in me so much... " Of all the types of drunks you'd imagined Sans might be, anemotional one was not at the top of the list. That was where sleepy drunk and hungry drunk were hanging out.  Emotional drunk was down at the bottom alongsidehyper drunk and flirty drunk.  Still,unexpected did not equal unnerving.  Youput your hands over his to comfort him. "Awh, geez.  Ididn't mean to make you cry!  I'm sosorry.  I owe you the ice cream it'sgonna take you to cheer up from this.  Holdon.  I'll be right back."  You had to go order it at the counter."a'ight.  don't take too long.  i'll miss you when you're gone, kid." "Oh, don't be dramatic."  You left the table with a smile and heard himlet out...  either a huff or a sighbehind you. You didn't notice until you were at the counter, debatingwhether to get him a scoop of strawberry or chocolate, that you felt likesomebody was staring at you.  You glancedto your left, then to your right, expecting to catch a hostile glare in yourdirection.  It wouldn't be the first timesome bigot saw you and Sans together and either assumed something about yourrelationship or just plain didn't like the idea of you two even being friends.  But everybody was minding their ownbusiness.  Some girl who looked like shewas ten times more confident than you could ever be caught your eye and smiledat you.  You looked away quickly.  Nope. It wasn't until you turned a full 180 degrees that yourealized it was just Sans making intense eye contact with the back of yourhead.  He no longer had his face hiddenin his hands.  He was hunched over thetable with his chin resting on his folded arms, like he couldn't even sit upstraight.  But what struck you the mostabout him was his eyes. Because in place of the usual lily-white circles of hispupils, there were now very distinct heart shapes. ... He was giving you literal heart eyes?  Was he really making those heart eyes atyou?  You wiggled your fingers at him inan uncertain gesture of greeting as a test. He responded quickly by shutting his eyes and waving back at you.  The blush on his cheeks was visible fromacross the room.  And even your closedoff, pessimistic attitude wasn't strong enough to turn you from the truth thathad been right before your eyes the entire time.  God, how could you have been so dense?  Who the hell else could Sans have beentalking about when he mentioned becoming friends over the past few months?  Why the hell else wouldn't he have even beenable to give you the name of his crush, when he'd told you so much more deepsecrets than something silly like that? Sans had a crush on you. No baby animal video in the world could ever strike you ascuter than that.  You were sure yourwhole face lit up for seemingly no reason. You felt like squealing.  Thecashier had to tap you on the shoulder to get you to turn back around andexchange your money for the chocolate ice cream you'd decided on (because,while he usually preferred strawberry, Sans had had enough fruit in his drinksthat evening). You raced back over to the table, almost tripping anddropping his ice cream in your haste. Luckily, you and the ice cream survived, and you were able to successfullydeliver it to him.  "Hey!  What happened to the heart eyes!  Bring 'em back!""what happened to the what now." "I saw that! Dude I didn't know your pupils could change shapes, that's freakinginsane!"  You slid into your seatacross from him.  Smoothly.  "How on earth do you get your pupils tochange into heart shapes?" He pulled his hood over his head.  "i was looking at the ice cream don'tjudge me." "Were you blushing and waving at the ice cream,too?" "... yyyyyes." You smiled at him, unable to contain your joy andamusement.  You put your hands over wherehis were so tightly clasping his hood, and gently moved it back down to itsusual resting spot on his shoulders.  Helet you do it.  "Hey.  Don't sweat it.  I really, really like you, too." "y...  youdo?" "Yeah.  It's justlike you said.  It was weird for awhile becauseI was becoming friends with you and developing feelings for you at the sametime, but...  shit, man.  Is this isn't the biggest crush of my life,then I don't know what is." "oh thank god. when you grilled me about the heart eyes i thought i was actually aboutto die right here and faceplant in my ice cream cone." "Hehe!  Dramaking."  Your smiled widened a bit asyou moved your hands from the hood of his jacket to his cheeks.  "... So...  shit, man.  Are we doing this?" "yes!" he said, a little too loudly and a littletoo eagerly.  He made a visible effort tocontrol himself.  "i mean, if youwant to?""Absolutely."  Your eyesglimmered with amusement.  "But I'mnot gonna kiss you 'till you're sober, sport." "...  fuck,"he groaned, his head rolling back. "can't believe i got hammered on our first date.  see what you're getting into agreeing to dateme?" "Mulligan!" He tilted his head back down to look at you with an adoringgrin, and yes, his pupils in obvious heart shapes, too.  "what am i gonna do with you?" "I think the better question is what you would ever dowithout me," you quipped.  He sighedand nuzzled against the palm of your hand, then turned his head a little andseemed to kiss it with his teeth. "i would go to the ends of the earth to find ya'.  that's what i'd do."