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Something About You : sans x reader (kinda)

Note: Heads up! this is more an intro on how to got in the underground, Just testing the water since I haven't made a fanfic in a while. If you want an event to happen between Y/N and sans tell me :3! Hope you guys enjoy! ______________________________________________________________ Chapter 1: The Fall

It was the summer of 20XX. You and your sibling Frisk were hiking Mt. Ebott, talking about your plans for the summer and all kinds of random stuff. The sun peeked through the trees, and the air was warm, carrying the scent of pine and wildflowers.

Frisk turned around, walking backwards with a slight frown on their face. “Y/N, I’m scared to start middle school… Are you nervous to start college?”

You looked at them, offering a soft, reassuring smile. “You’ll be alright, Frisk. You��re really smart, and so brave. And college… yeah, I’m pretty nervous too. But I’ll be fine.”

Frisk was just about to say something else but, then their foot slipped.

They let out a gasp as they fell backward into a big hole in the group. Your heart nearly stopped. You rushed forward and grabbed their hand, holding on tightly.

“Frisk!” you cried, gripping them as hard as you could. You could feel the panic rising in your chest as you tried to pull them up. You looked down into their wide, terrified eyes, your own filled with fear.

But your legs were shaking. You weren’t strong enough.

The edge of the ground crumbled beneath you and then, you were falling too.

You screamed as the darkness swallowed you both. Time felt like it stopped. Was this really it? Was it all over? It can’t end like this…

You squeezed your eyes shut, bracing for the impact.

But instead of pain, you felt… something soft beneath you.

Your eyes fluttered open.

You were alive?

You blinked in confusion. You’d landed on something. No, a bed of golden flowers. The light from the hole above filtered down through dust-filled air. It looked almost… magical.

Frisk stirred beside you, groaning softly.

You sat up slowly, heart still pounding, and looked around the strange underground cavern. You were both alive.

But where were you?

And what had you just fallen into?

You got up and helped Frisk to their feet. The two of you looked around in confusion, still trying to understand how you were both alive after such a long fall. The floor was soft, almost cushion-like, but that didn’t explain much.

Then, you spotted a door built into the stone wall ahead.

You walked up to it, staring for a moment, unsure of what to expect. Frisk looked at you, fear written all over their face.

“Do we really have to go in there?” they asked nervously.

You turned to them and gave a small nod. “There’s nowhere else to go… I guess we have to.”

You reached out and grabbed Frisk’s hand, squeezing gently. “I’ll keep you safe, no matter what.”

Together, you stepped through the door.

Inside, the room was quiet, too quiet. The soft glow of light filtered down from an unknown source. In the center of the room was… a flower?

You both stared at it.

Then, it started to speak.

You and Frisk looked at each other quickly, both silently asking the same question: Are we really seeing this?

“Howdy!” the flower chirped. “My name is… Flowey! Flowey the Flower!” He tilted slightly as if confused. “Wow, I’ve never seen two humans fall down here at once before… huh.”

He brushed off his confusion quickly and smiled, though something about it didn’t sit right.

“Well, anyway! Welcome to the Underground!" (Blah blah blah, you get the deal) he said cheerfully. “Go ahead! Grab my friendliness pellets!”

The lights dimmed slightly. You and Frisk looked down, your eyes widening as your hearts appeared in front of you, glowing red.

You both hesitated, unsure… but still reached for the pellets.

BAM.

Pain shot through you as your soul dimmed. You gasped. You’d just lost health.

Flowey burst out laughing, his voice suddenly twisted and cruel.

“You idiots,” he sneered, “In this world, it’s kill or be killed!”

Before he could strike again, something moved fast, just in the corner of your vision.

Then, a blast of magic hit Flowey, launching him out of the way.

A tall, goat-like woman stepped forward from the shadows. She wore a soft smile and a flowing purple robe. Her presence was warm.

“Hello, dear children,” she said gently. “I am Toriel, caretaker of the Ruins. May I ask what your names are?”

Her voice calmed the panic still bubbling in your chest.

Frisk shyly stepped forward. “Hello, miss… I’m Frisk.”

You gave her a small wave as well. “I’m Y/N.”

Toriel’s smile widened just a bit. “What lovely names you both have.”

She turned, motioning for you to follow. “Now, we must go. I shall take you to my home. It is not safe to linger here.”

You and Frisk exchanged glances, then quietly followed after her, deeper into the Ruins.

Toriel gently guided you and Frisk through the Ruins. The path twisted and turned, filled with puzzles and strange little creatures, but Toriel made sure you were both safe the entire way.

Eventually, she brought you to a small house tucked away in a quiet part of the Ruins.

“Welcome to your new home, children,” she said with a soft smile as she opened the door and led you inside. “I hope the two of you will like it here.”

The house was cozy and warm, with soft lights and the smell of something sweet drifting through the air.

“I’ll go make that pie I mentioned,” she said cheerfully, heading into the kitchen. “Why don’t you two get some rest?”

You and Frisk exchanged a look, but nodded. After everything that happened, rest sounded nice.

You were each shown to a room, Frisk’s room had toys and a small bed, while yours was simple but comforting. You lay down, still processing everything that had happened.

At some point, you both drifted off to sleep. When you woke up, the scent of butterscotch and cinnamon pie filled the air. You met Frisk in the hallway, both of you looking like you had the same question on your minds.

You walked into the living room, where Toriel was sitting in her chair, reading a book.

“Toriel?” you asked, stepping forward.

She looked up at you with a gentle smile. “Yes, my child?”

“How… do we get out of the Underground?”

Her smile faltered, just slightly.

“There is no need to leave,” she said softly. “You will be safe here. I will care for you.”

Frisk frowned beside you. “But… we want to go home.”

Toriel stood up slowly, setting her book aside.

“If you truly wish to leave,” she said quietly, “then I must do something I hoped I wouldn’t have to. Please, do not follow me.”

She turned and walked down a hidden hallway.

You and Frisk exchanged a look. You had to follow her, you needed to find a way home.

When you caught up, she was standing in front of a large door.

“If you go through this door, you will face dangers. You may die,” she said without turning around. “Every human who has come here has died trying to leave. I cannot allow that to happen to you.”

“But we can’t stay here forever,” you said quietly.

She turned to face you, sadness in her eyes. “Then prove to me you’re strong enough to survive.”

The fight began.

You and Frisk stood together as Toriel’s magic circled around you. She was powerful, far more than you expected. But she never aimed to truly hurt you. It was like she was testing you.

You refused to fight back. You didn’t want to hurt her. Not after everything she’d done for you.

You kept sparing her, again and again, until finally, she stopped.

Her flames faded. Her eyes were wide, then softened with understanding.

“You are just like the others,” she whispered, a tear slipping down her cheek. “But there is such kindness in you… I understand now.”

She stepped forward and placed a hand gently on Frisk’s shoulder, then yours.

“You are both very brave. If this is truly what you want, I will not stop you.”

Toriel gave a small smile, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes.

“Please, go forward. But be careful, my children. Beyond this door… things only get harder.”

You nodded.

And with one last look back, you and Frisk stepped through the door, into the unknown.

The door behind you closed with a low, echoing thud, cutting off the warm light of Toriel’s home. Ahead, everything was cold.

You and Frisk stuck close together as you walked deeper into the snowy woods.

Something about this place felt strange… too quiet.

You were halfway across a long wooden bridge when a figure appeared on the other side.

Short. Hooded. His hands were in his pockets, and you couldn’t make out much beyond the glowing blue of one eye.

You instinctively stepped in front of Frisk.

Then the figure spoke.

“heya.”

His voice was relaxed, a little raspy, sounds like he is half-asleep but still listening.

“don’t worry. i ain’t gonna hurt ya.”

He stepped forward into the light. You could see him now. Short, with a white skull and a huge grin that never seemed to shift. His hoodie looked a bit too big for him, and his shorts didn’t exactly scream “deadly monster.” If anything, he looked like he’d just rolled out of bed.

“you’re human, huh? huh. actually… two of ya. don’t see that every day.”

You and Frisk said nothing.

“name’s sans. sans the skeleton.”

He held out his hand toward you.

You hesitated, but eventually reached out to shake it—

PFFFFT.

A loud fart sound echoed out from the handshake.

You blinked in surprise. Frisk’s eyes went wide.

Sans snickered, clearly proud of himself. “heh. the old whoopee cushion in the hand trick. it’s always funny.”

You stared at him. Frisk stifled a laugh behind their hand.

“anyway,” Sans continued, pulling his hand back into his pocket, “my bro’s out there somewhere. if i were you, i’d keep movin’. he’s kinda obsessed with capturing humans. not dangerous, just… dramatic.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Your brother?”

“yep. papyrus. loud, bony, kinda full of himself, but he means well. you’ll see what i mean.”

He gave a little shrug, stepping aside to let you pass.

“welp, i’ll be seein’ ya. don’t get lost in the woods. weird stuff out here.”

He gave you a wink or maybe just blinked one eye and, then turned, strolling lazily into the trees until he was gone.

Frisk giggled softly beside you. “Okay, that was kind of funny.”

You shook your head, but couldn’t help the small smile tugging at your lips.

Weird guy. But something about him felt… different. Like you'd be seeing him again. And maybe… you wouldn’t mind that.

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*Bonely Hearts Club

(Sans x reader)

okay so like,, this has been in my drafts FOREVER and i finally decided to post it :3 hope you guys like it!! (idk if anyone else loves lazybones like i do but here we go) **warning:** fluff overload, some angst if you squint, and lots of bad skeleton puns lol

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You were walking through Snowdin, the soft crunch of snow under your boots. It was freezing, but you kinda liked it—the cold air made everything feel sharper, clearer. But there was one reason you were out here, half-frozen: **Sans**.

You knew he’d be at his usual spot, right by Grillby’s, probably napping or just *existing* in that effortlessly lazy way he did. Honestly, the guy could make anything seem like the chillest thing in the world, and you kinda… admired that? Like, how did he not stress about *anything*?

As you turned the corner, there he was, leaning against the wall with his hands in his hoodie pockets, blue hoodie slightly crooked as always. He spotted you right away, his eye lights glowing softly under the shadow of his hood.

“hey, (y/n),” he called out, his voice lazy but with that low, rumbling warmth that always made your stomach do *weird* things. “what’s up? out here to enjoy the weather? or just freezin' your soul off for fun?”

You rolled your eyes but smiled anyway, walking over to him. “Maybe I just wanted to see you, Sans. Ever think of that?”

He grinned, sharp and mischievous. “heh, don’t go flatterin’ me now. i might get too big of a head. or, well…” He tapped his skull with a bony finger. “...ya know.”

You laughed, the sound escaping before you could stop it. He always knew how to make you smile, even if the jokes were the most ridiculous things ever.

You leaned against the wall beside him, your shoulder brushing against his arm. “So, what have you been up to today?”

Sans shrugged, his eyes half-lidded. “eh, y'know. the usual. napping, dodging work, givin’ papyrus a hard time. he’s out there tryin’ to ‘capture humans’ and stuff. i’m just tryin’ to keep my cool, stayin' bone-chill, y’know.”

Another eye-roll. You’d gotten used to the puns by now. *Mostly.*

“Anyway,” you said, hugging yourself against the cold, “what about you? Just standing here all day, waiting for someone to bring you a hot chocolate or something?”

Sans chuckled, his breath coming out as a soft cloud in the cold air. “you know me too well, (y/n). but nah, just... hangin' around. thought i'd be ‘boneheaded’ and keep the snowdin vibe going.” He paused, then nudged your arm lightly. “what about you, kid? what brings you out here in this freezing cold? lookin’ for some quality time with your favorite skeleton?”

Your cheeks flushed, but you hoped the cold would cover it up. You glanced away, biting your lip. “Maybe,” you mumbled. “I just like hanging out with you.”

Sans turned his head, and for a moment, you thought he was about to laugh or crack another joke, but his grin softened just a bit. His voice lowered, a bit more serious than usual.

“heh. well, i guess i like hangin’ out with you too, (y/n).”

Your heart skipped a beat at that. *Was he being serious?* It was always hard to tell with Sans—half the time, he was joking or brushing things off like nothing mattered, but every now and then, he’d drop these little moments of honesty that hit you like a ton of bricks.

You shivered, suddenly more aware of the cold pressing into your skin, and Sans seemed to notice. He glanced down at you, his grin flickering into something more thoughtful.

“yo, you’re freezin’, kid. c’mere.”

Before you could respond, Sans stepped closer, lifting an arm and wrapping it around your shoulders. His hoodie smelled like the faintest trace of magic, mixed with the coolness of Snowdin’s air. It was surprisingly warm, though, and you found yourself leaning into him without really thinking about it.

“better?” he asked, his voice still casual, but there was something... softer in it.

You nodded, feeling your face heat up even more. "Yeah. Thanks, Sans."

For a minute, neither of you said anything, just standing there in comfortable silence as the snow continued to fall around you. You could hear the faint sound of Papyrus’ voice in the distance, probably lecturing some poor monster about spaghetti or puzzles.

Eventually, Sans broke the quiet, his voice quieter than usual. “y’know, i don’t really let a lot of people get close to me, (y/n).”

You looked up at him, surprised. That wasn’t something he usually said. “Why not?”

He shrugged, but you could tell it wasn’t his usual careless shrug. “it’s complicated. but... i guess what i’m tryin’ to say is... you’re different. i like havin’ you around. it makes things... a little less lonely, y'know?”

Your heart fluttered, and you felt your breath catch in your throat. Did he just…?

You turned toward him, feeling bold despite the way your heart was racing. “I like being around you too, Sans. A lot.”

He looked at you for a second, and his grin widened, but this time it wasn’t a teasing one. It was softer, warmer.

“heh. guess that makes us a pretty bonely pair, huh?”

You groaned, but your smile wouldn’t leave. “You’re the worst.”

Sans laughed, the sound making your chest warm despite the cold. “yeah, but ya love it, don’tcha?”

You couldn’t help but nod, smiling as you leaned into him a little more. And, for the first time, Sans didn’t crack a joke. Instead, he just held you there, the both of you standing together as the snow fell softly around you, content in the quiet warmth of each other’s company.

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Let me know what you think! :3 Should I write more parts?? :D

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Chilling with sans (I’m a very lonely person) I wonder if the fandom is still alive

Drawing by: https://www.deviantart.com/sallyledesma/art/Human-Sans-FANART-Undertale-930975234

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If you see this and you want a jjk fanfic just comment what type you want and and I’ll do it for you (im bored)

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Title: Unlikely Love in the World of Curses

In the world of jujutsu sorcerers, where curses and hexes run rampant, love often takes a back seat to survival. But for Gojo Satoru's former classmate, Geto Suguru, and the anonymous protagonist Y/N, love knows no bounds.

Y/N first met Geto while attending Tokyo Jujutsu High School. Y/N was a quiet and reserved student, always eager to learn and improve their jujutsu skills. Geto, on the other hand, was a prodigy, already considered one of the most powerful sorcerers of his generation. Despite their differences, the two quickly became friends, bonding over their shared love of jujutsu and their desire to protect the innocent.

As time passed, Y/N couldn't help but notice their feelings for Geto growing deeper. They admired his strength and determination, and they felt safe whenever they were around him. Geto, in turn, began to appreciate Y/N's kindness and intelligence, and he found himself drawn to their calm and composed demeanor.

However, their relationship was not without its challenges. Geto's growing obsession with eliminating all curses, no matter the cost, began to put a strain on their friendship. Y/N couldn't condone Geto's methods, and they found themselves at odds with their friend. Despite their disagreements, Y/N couldn't deny their feelings for Geto, and they continued to support him, hoping that he would eventually see the error of his ways.

One fateful night, while on a mission to exorcise a powerful curse, Geto and Y/N were ambushed. Geto was severely injured, and Y/N was captured and taken to the curse's lair. Determined to save Y/N, Geto mustered up all his strength and followed the curse to its lair.

Geto arrived just in time to see the curse preparing to sacrifice Y/N. Without hesitation, Geto launched a powerful jujutsu technique, destroying the curse and saving Y/N's life. As they embraced, their feelings for each other became clear, and they shared their first kiss.

From that day on, Geto and Y/N's relationship blossomed into a full-fledged romance. They continued to work together as jujutsu sorcerers, but now they had each other to rely on, both in and out of battle.

Their love was put to the test again when Geto's obsession with curses led him to join forces with the curse king, Kenjaku. Y/N was devastated, but they refused to give up on Geto. They continued to search for a way to save Geto, even as he became more and more ensnared by Kenjaku's manipulations.

In the end, it was Y/N's love and determination that saved Geto. They were able to reach through the darkness and remind Geto of who he truly was – a jujutsu sorcerer who wanted to protect the innocent. Geto, with Y/N's help, was able to break free of Kenjaku's control and reunite with Y/N.

Their love story didn't have a fairy tale ending, but it was a love that was forged in the fires of battle and adversity. Geto and Y/N continued to fight for what they believed in, side by side, always supporting each other, no matter what challenges they faced.

Through it all, their love remained strong, a beacon of hope in a world filled with curses and darkness. Geto and Y/N's story became a legend among jujutsu sorcerers, a reminder that even in the darkest of times, love can still find a way.

As they stood together, hand in hand, facing down the next challenge, Geto looked at Y/N and smiled. 'I love you, Y/N,' he said, his voice full of conviction. 'I love you too, Geto,' Y/N replied, returning his smile. Together, they faced the future, ready to take on whatever challenges came their way, as long as they had each other.

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