AU Sans x Reader One-shot book

Underfell!Sans x Reader

      Funny how i mostly only do Sanses... there should be more of a variety later on. I have a sans/Papyrus x reader book on quotev, so i update that more often than this. This is just to see if anyone has constuctive criticism. Have a great day if any of you are actually reading this :)

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      Instead of the freezing snow, it was pouring down freezing rain. Which was better? You didn't know, but you did know that you were soaked to the bone when you entered the warm, inviting home of the skeleton brothers. You shiver, pealing your drenched coat off of your back after setting a quaking Flowey on the desk. You had dropped your previously mud caked boots by the door, along with the pile of sopping wet clothing. It was the second lay of clothing you had put on, but the pelting rain came down like 30 mph pellets.

        You head off to grab a laundry basket, shivering so badly that you almost tripped down the stairs when you dropped the basket. You sneeze, carefully descending the steps with wobbly feet. Flowey watched on with worried, beady eyes.

        Once your foot hit the bottom of the steps and made it to level ground, you sighed, pulling your numb body to the pile of wet clothing. Papyrus would kill you if you didn't take care of them quickly. Your thoughts wandered. What were you going to wear now? You didn't have a surplus of clothing, it's not like you lived here indefinitely. Papyrus just didn't have it in him to leave you out in that murderous town, no matter how cruel and edgy he tried to be. Then you had the perfect idea. Sans!

        You took care of the wet clothing, tossing them in the dryer, which you had to find in this house -you didn't even know they had a basement!- before you could head up the steps to Sans' room.

        You knocked softly three times, waiting for Sans' familiar groans of 'come in'. You waited patiently outside his door, taking a step back out of concern when you heard something fall, cursing, and some shuffling. The door opens with a soft click. You wring your cold, damp hands, biting you lip softly. Sans stood with the door open about half a foot, his hand cradling his head, one eye socket closed in a sign of slight pain. He snapped his red glare at you. "What?" He looks you up and down.

        You were shivering, but not only because of his intimidating behavior. The house did manage to keep the cold rain out, but it didn't always seem to keep you warm. So, you stood there nervously, contemplating whether you should have just sucked it up and continued to wear your damp sweater and shorts. You pursed your lips, gathering the courage to asking him. "S-sans, could I uh, borrow a, uh..." Your courage leaked out, skittering away with your warmth as Sans stared you down. "Out with it, runt. I ain't got all day. There's naps to be had." He lets go of the knob, leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed, donning an impatient frown.

        You suck in a deep breath, trying again as you fought away the cold chattering of your teeth. "Can I borrow some clothes?" You managed to peep loud enough, closing your eyes and bracing yourself for what ever he said next. Two warm and bony hands clamped down on your shoulders. You squeak in surprise as you're tugged into his cluttered room. How did Sans live like this?! Clothing strewn everywhere, papers scattered about, and knickknacks laying forgotten on the ground. You stepped over a pen, stumbling into Sans as he grimaced at how soaked you were. "Wow, kiddo. You're really soaked to the bone." He chuckles, rifling through a drawer or two, coming up with a pair of shorts and a cherry red sweater that matched his. He even offered to throw in his jacket. Humans needed the warmth, right?

        After politely declining his offer, you took the clothing with a very thankful hug and trudged to the bathroom for a short, but warm, shower. You sighed happily, drying your hair with the red towel. Wasn't Sans just the sweetest? You snuggled into the red sweater that flopped over your hands cutely. It was a little over sized, but you didn't mind the warm fabric brushing against your clean skin. You stared down at the shorts and the yellow socks that covered your toes. You wiggled them as a hello to yourself.

        You definitely felt better as you walked down the stairs, more balanced this time. Flowey made a startled gasp mixed with a quiet groan. You looked like a tiny, cuter Sans. That was very unsettling to him. He didn't need his only friend looking like an idiot skeleton. You greet Flowey, shuffling over to the couch, currently your bed.

        You spotted Sans when you turned around. You almost forgot he was even in the house! He was so quiet right now... wait. You sat next to him, tilting your head ever so slightly. He shuffled away from you, averting his eyes and glaring at the ground.

        He was blushing! You lean closer, the red on his cheeks increasing tenfold. "Sans?" You question him, shuffling toward him to the point your shoulders were almost touching. 

        He grunted in response, clenching his fists tightly. "You, uh,... look nice." The words sounded forced, but sincere all the same. You blush lightly, pulling back from him. You cover the lower half of your face with the floppy, red sleeve. You glance at him with bright (e/c) eyes. You grin behind the sleeve mask you had up, pulling your legs up on the couch and leaning snugly into the chubby skeleton's side.

        He freezes, then melts into your warm touch, wrapping his arms around you. You truly made him question his own sanity with how cute you were.