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Ever since you had learned that Sans likes ketchup you had been on a mission to make the best homemade ketchup. You had been dating for a but and you really wanted to impress him. After all, the way to a mans heart, or soul in this case, is through their stomach, or in this case through a skeletons non-existent stomach. Well at least you hoped this would be the case, you knew Sans liked food and had praised your cooking the last time you cooked for him.
So in order to make the best homemade ketchup you had spent hours looking up different recipes to try. Your first tempt didn’t end well as you misread the amount of vinegar and the whole thing became inedible. To say a few tears escaped during the ordeal would be an understatement. All you wanted to do was make the best homemade ketchup for your bonefriend.
After a mount of trials and tribulations you think you finally cracked the code. It tasted so good, if it was actually good or just the fact you had been eating so much bad ketchup lately, you couldn’t say.
You really hoped that Sans would like it, not sure you could live down disappointing him. Tonight he was coming over and you were so nervous.
Everything was ready. He came right on time as always. You did your normal greeting trying your best to keep your nerves under control. If he noticed he didn’t say anything, which you are so grateful for.
“Anything I could get you to drink Sans? Feeling adventurous and gonna try an actual beverage meant for drinking?” You cheekily asked him knowing very well he would ask for his usual.
“i don’t know, not sure I feel soda enough to try any of you funny drinks. Ketchup will do just fine.”
“As you wish." You went to your kitchen and opened the fridge looking at your container of homemade ketchup. You had even taken the time to customize a label. A cute little drawing of his face and the text “Sans Special". You could feel all your nerves tense, did you really dare to serve that to him? Was it even going to be any good?
You looked between the regular store bought brand of ketchup and your homemade one. The longer you looked the less Brave you felt. Oh stars you don’t think you can do it. Just as you were about to go for the store brand you heard a voice from the kitchen doorway.
“everything okay in here? you were taking a while.... umm you ok?”
The second you heard him you slammed the fridge door shut and leaned against the door looking like a kid caught in the cookie jar.
“Oh ummm yes, yeah yeah I’m gucchi, all good here hehehe, yup" you pooped the last p, trying and failing miserably as you face turned red.
“oh really now? because you really don’t look suspicious at all standing there. out of ketchup? that's fine, I’ll just have some of your funny drinks.” He started to reach for the fridge.
“No no that’s not it ummm. I.. that’s... “ you made some weird noises as you tried to think, he raised a bow ridge at you and you sighed as you hung you head and wrung your hands.
“Well you see, the thing is. I made some ketchup and I got worried if you’d “.
“you made ketchup? for me?”
You were surprised you had never been interrupted by Sans before. If you had looked at his face you would have noticed his eye lights briefly turn into upside down hearts.
“Umm, y-yeah. I don’t know if it’s any good, I-it probably isn’t so you can just get”
Once again you were interrupted by him, this time though it was with his boney lips against yours. You didn’t think your face could get physically redder.
“i’m sure its gonna taste great sweetheart, now are you gonna give it to me or what?”
There was a slight blue blush on his cheekbones and a warm smile on his face.
“O-ok. It's okay if you don’t like it, I’ll try again, maybe."
You opened the fridge, grabbed the jar and handed it to him. His smile became impossibly wider as he looked over the label. He proceeded to open the jar, smelled it and pour a good chunk of it into his mouth. You watched him intently trying to figure out what he thinks. Just as you were about to spiral you watched in amazement as his eye lights turned into stars.
“babe, babe! you have to merry me. This is the best ketchup I’ve ever had. Stars.”
The relief you felt in that moment was immeasurable. He liked it, he actually liked it. You giggled and gave him a big smile
“I take it you like it then?”
“like it? babe i Iove it. you’ve got to make more for me, don’t think I could ever go back.”
He put the jar down and kissed you harder then he has ever done before.
“you really are the best.”
You couldn’t do anything else then nod as he pulled you into a hug, thanking you again.
You’re so happy you decided to make homemade ketchup for you bonefriend. Ketchup truly was the way into his soul.