Can I request Killer Sans or any of them tbh x a very very awkward reader (masc preferred but GN is fine!) Reader is trying to be sweet and stuff but gets very embarrassed and usually ends up just leaving a gift at his door and running away, or will try to start a conversation to try and be charming or something but ends up being a nervous wreck and goes to run and hide from embarrassment
So, an unintentional secret admirer basically.
ehhehehegheheee first request !! Hope this is to your liking anon <33 it's a bit ooc I feel? So sorry if it seems like so !!
╭── ⋆｡˚ ꒰ Killer Sans x Awkward GN Reader ꒱ ˚｡⋆ ──╮
Killer notices you putting the little presents on his doorstep immediately, but doesn't intervene out of curiosity. Observing you from the shadows as you fidget around, indecisiveness chewing at your soul if you should knock or not— before watching you ring the doorbell and running away.
They’re usually small things. Wrapped clumsily, snacks he offhandedly mentioned liking once, a sharpening stone for his knife that’s way too high quality to be random, or just a simple trinket you found or made for him. Always left at his door, always when he’s gone.
The first time he catches you in the act, pretending to be shocked to fish out reactions, you panicked and dropped the gift– it was a particularly fragile one, breaking into pieces as it hit the ground.
You managed to mourn it for a few seconds before remembering Killer was still standing next to you, hastily apologizing and bolting out of there.
He doesn’t chase you, but before escaping the scene you could've sworn you heard a chuckle from him.
But what you didn't notice as you ran away, is him picking up the now broken trinket as an emotion he buried long ago, one he thought he never wanted to spring up in his ribs ever again, started blooming.
│ ✦ Killer clocks you as a very awkward person immediately, the kind of awkward that comes from caring too much and not knowing what to do with it. And unfortunately him that care was directed to him.
✦ At first, he genuinely thinks the gifts are a trap. He checks them for magic, poison, some kind of tracking spell— surely you're just trying to bribe him?
But he finds none that confirms his paranoia, it's just..a gift. a thoughtful, loving gift from you.
✦ You do try to talk to him sometimes! You’ll approach with a plan in mind, compliment him, maybe ask how his day was—but then your brain short-circuits halfway through and it all comes out a mess
“Uh— hi! Hey- I just uh— I mean—”
Killer just stares as you stumble through you wirds. Smiling wide and waiting.
You absolutely crumble under the eye contact, and he of course he takes enjoyment in it
✦ Killer notices you have a habit of: Shoving gifts into his hands mid-sentence. Leaving them on the floor between you. Or straight-up dropping them and fleeing like you committed a crime
But he never mocks you for it. Teases? Absolutely. Cruel? No...mostly. Look you have to make your own entertainment sometimes.
“Y’know,” he says once, casually, “you could just stay, I don't mind having company ;)”
You do not. In fact, you ran away almost immediately.
✦ He keeps everything you give him. Even the stuff he won't use, or the awkward handwritten notes with crossed-out words and shaky writing. He keeps them all.
✦ And eventually, he starts leaving you things back. Placing them all at your doorstep just like you do with his.
While usually just trinkets and nifty things he finds on missions, there's the occasional snack left where you normally sit, paired with a note saying “missed you” or an awful pickup line without a signature
✦ He absolutely knows you’re a secret admirer, as close to one as you can manage. He also knows you’re terrified, so he lets the game go on longer than necessary—because it makes you happy, and because he likes that soft look you get when you think he hasn’t noticed you were the one planting these gifts.
│You finally manage to start a conversation. Unfortunately for you it goes horrible.
You trip over your words, ramble, apologize for rambling, then apologize for apologizing. Your face is burning. Your hands are shaking. You’re halfway through deciding whether it would be socially acceptable to fake your own disappearance.
Killer just observes you as you stumble through your words, stifling a giggle as he tilts his head, empty sockets boring into your soul.
“…You’re adorable” he says, completely sincere..which honestly made it more eerie, this is Killer we're talking about, sincerity isn't exactly in his inventory.
Feeling that you've somehow messed up more then usual from his tone, you made a strangled noise and turned to flee.
But before you can put your legs to work, phalanges firmly grabbing you by your wrist.
“Hey,” he adds, voice softer then he intended. “You don’t gotta run. I ain't gonna bite you.”
His smirk turns more smug.
│You do run after that—but he’s laughing as you go.
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