One Human and a Whole Lotta Bones! | Skeleharem x Gender Neutral Reader
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Chapter Four: Strecrets
You woke up to your 3 AM alarm, groaning. You weren’t able to sleep all that much with work and your homework last night, at least you got a solid… three hours? You knew that wasn’t nearly enough, but it was better than nothing like most days.
You slid out of bed, akin to a slug. Your eyes felt heavy as you motioned toward your undergarment drawer. You opened it, noticing your abundance of socks and other clothing, but acute lack of underwear. You slowly blinked, your sleepy way of frowning without exhausting so much energy. Closing your drawer, you grab your blanket and wrap it around you, taking yourself downstairs to the laundry room.
Walking down the stairs and past the foyer, past the kitchen and the door to the basement, you get to the laundry room and attempt to open the door. But, it’s locked? You slow blink again. You don’t know why someone in their right mind would have a lock on the laundry room of all things, but pondering the necessity of that was beyond your tired consciousness. Weirdly, you heard shuffling in the room, someone was in there.
Sudden the door was opened to a nervous looking Stretch, he smiled down at you. “hey sweetie, what’s brings you to the laundry room at such an hour?” He uttered.
Becoming more awake, you furrow your brows. “I can ask you the same question. I was here to get my underwear, what were you doing here?” You raised a brow, becoming suspicious.
Stretch had a habit of staying up late longer than he should. On nights where you’d be up late or woke up in the middle of your sleep, he could be up and fumbling about in his room or around the house. It worried you a little, but when you’d ask he’d insist he was fine.
“oh nothing, just laying around and staying up like usual. you know me..!” He chuckled faintly, leaning more of himself against the door frame.
You tried to look into the laundry room, seeking your underwear. Considering you’re the only one who wore underwear, they wouldn’t be hard to find. Suddenly Stretch’s body shifted to shield the laundry room from being seen. “need something?” he inquired, trying to act like he wasn’t nervous.
“Yes, I already told you… Stretch let me come inside.” You frowned, your headache starting to form.
You two continued to do the this in-the-door-frame tango until you saw an opening in between his legs. You dived so fast to what seemed to be his crotch that the only thing he was able to react with was to hastily cover his area in defense. Unfortunate for him though, you were definitely not going for his non-existent junk.
You successfully went in between his legs and got into the laundry room. You felt triumphant. You quickly scanned the room for your underwear and—
Was that a sewing kit and one of Edge’s crop tops?
Before you could investigate any further Stretch grabbed your shoulders, turning you to him, away from what you just saw. “You’re the one that sews up everyone’s shirts?” You asked, smiling genuinely.
In your roommates’ mansion, every time someone would get a hole or a tear in their clothes, the next time they got them, the embellishment would be patched up. It was always suspected that Blue or Papyrus was the one who did it, considering they are the ones that take care of the laundry most often. But they had both confirmed that they didn’t do it. You had always suspected it was Cinnabar and he never owned up to it because he would find it embarrassing for the others to know he cared that much. But, you never suspected it could be Stretch!
Stretch is by far the laziest out of all your roommates, even in comparison to Sans, which is nothing to scoff at. To find out that he was the kind one doing the sewing was not only cute, but a surprise.
Stretch sighed, an orange-creamsicle-like color spreading across his cheekbones. “yes…” He looked down, not wanting to make eye contact with you.
“I didn’t know you knew how to sew!” You brought your hand up to your face, this was too cute.
He took his hands off your shoulders. “yeah, i do. just, please don’t tell the others.. let’s just keep it a secret between us, okay?” He smiled his usual smile, finally looking at you.
“Fine, but I want to know, how long have you known how to sew?” You raised a brow.
“since i was a babybones. i used to..” he took a pause, sighing, “i used to make clothes for blue when we were younger. clothes weren‘t always something we could readily afford, so i decided to make them myself. blue always wanted to look cool so when he would mention things to me, i’d make it for him. he would be so happy,” Stretch smiled in reminisce, becoming less tense.
You could burst into tears right there. You had no idea he was so noble! “Oh Stretch, that’s beautiful. I bet Blue was so grateful.”
He blushed again, and more this time. He rested a hand on his neck vertebrae, avoiding eye contact. “yeah, he was. he never knew i made them though, he always thought they were bought.”
“And you never told him?” You furrowed your brows.
“no.”
“Why?”
He deadpanned, looking uncomfortable. “please don’t pry.”
“Oh! Sorry! I didn’t know!” Now it was your turn to blush a little. “Either way, you’re very sweet Stretch. We’re all fortunate to have a secret seamstress! And don’t worry, your secret is safe with me.”
He chuckled. “thanks, honey. and you said you were looking for your underwear, right?”
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“What would you like to have today, sir?”
You and Cinnabar were at your somewhat routine lunch together in a coffee shop on campus. You both tried to commit to something relaxing after every school morning. It gave a way for you both to decompress and relax.
“I Would Like One Order Of Fries Please!” Cinnabar replied.
“Make that two,” You added, taking a sip of your water.
With a nod, your waiter left you and Cinnabar to your own devices.
You always appreciated these lunch sessions with Cinnabar. You got to sit in a little coffee shop and talk, or sometimes you both don’t talk at all. In past, you and Cinnabar could sit at the same table, and be focused on or do two different things at the same time. You both just enjoyed each other’s company. It was refreshing to have that relationship.
“So, how was your morning class?” You inquired, tilting your head slightly.
“It Went Well! I Didn’t Fall Asleep And I Think I Took Useful Notes?” He furrowed his brows in thought. “Fortunately For Me Though, We Get To Actually Model Cases Next Class. I’m Glad I Won’t Be Bored.”
“Cases?” You asked, confused.
Cinnabar rested his elbows on the table, folding his hands together. “Cases As In Like.. Lawsuits For Example. We’re Going To Model What A Court Proceeding Would Actually Look Like.”
“Oh no I got that part, I’m just not familiar with law terminology.” You shrugged, taking another sip of your water.
“That’s Fair, I Didn’t Know Any Terms At First Either.” He smiled, resting his weirdly malleable chin on his folded hands.
“What brought you to go into law anyway?”
“Money.”
“Oh!” That was fast.
“Well! Not Only That! I Also Wanted To Do It Because I’m Also Magnificent At Debate And Wont Stop Until I’m Right.” He smirked, very sure of himself.
You raised a brow. “Oh really? I’ve heard from the others and have seen sometimes that you’re pretty strong. If anything I could see you being a pilates instructor or something.”
He blushed a little, clearly flattered. “Well, Darling, I Do Have Legs Of Steel And Arms That Can Carry A Couple Tons. But Alas, My Beautiful Physique Can’t Make Up For How I Don’t Quite Like People Around People Very Much.”
“But you’re around me and I’m a people.” You folded your arms in skepticism, pointing a thumb to yourself in the process.
He gave you a half lidded look, smiling in seemingly pure bliss. “Oh Y/n, You Are A Completely Different Case.”
You blushed, quickly averting your gaze. Funnily enough, Cinnabar didn’t quite realize what he’d said. Usually, saying something like that wouldn’t be a problem but the way he said it was… He was looking into you dreamily, and you knew what that meant.
Realizing his actions, he recoiled, scrambling to find something else to say through his embarrassment.
“SOOoooo, Who Do You Think Is The Mystery Seamstress?” Cinnabar said quickly, avoiding eye contact.
You straightened up, recalling your recent discovery earlier in the morning.
“I have no idea.” You replied, trying to seem genuine.
“I Know Right! It’s Such A Mystery! At This Point I’m Suspecting Stretch, And I Most Certainly Don’t Want Stretch’s Dirty Hands On My Clothes.” He glared into the distance, arms crossed.
You grew slightly nervous. “Stretch isn’t dirty!” You frowned, reprimanding him.
Cinnabar eyed you skeptically. “Dearest, Don’t Defend That Pack Rat. Besides, You Know Yourself That Stretch Taking A Shower, Let Alone Brushing His Teeth, Is An Urban Myth.” He swatted his hands towards you in disgust, having an envious look in his eye lights.
You always assumed he was probably just going through something, even though every time he walked past you, you noticed that he seemed to have a literal green trail flowing behind him. “Even still, Cinnabar, I think that Stretch being our possible seamstress is super cute! It would show that he cared.”
Cinnabar sighed, conceding. “I Suppose,” he rolled his eye lights. “But, He Still Doesn’t Bathe. That’s Nasty.”
You exhale, chortling a little at the same time. “Can’t let anyone off the hook too easily hm?”
“Absolutely Not.” Cinnabar smirked.
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With Stretch In the Skeleton Mansion..
An assortment of yarn was strewn about the room, along with a couple of crochet hooks and a few knitting needles. Stretch, making a crochet star out of boredom suddenly piqued up, then shrunk into himself.
”why do i feel judged?”
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I think it's finally time I decide what this account is for smh
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Having it be for info of my fanfiction(s?) and lore blurbs and the like
My current story - which is only in the planning stages - is an undertale au story, heavily inspired by @oolongteacup426 and @absurdmageart 's stories (The House on Lane 66 and Making a Monster, respectively)
Go check them out! Both have good storylines, character development, plot twists, and more! I can't do them justice with my words, but they're so good!
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Here are the summaries from ao3 to pique your interest!
●The House on Lane 66 -
You just started your last year of college and you need a job. Badly.
When a wanted ad online leads you to the forests surrounding Mt. Ebott, to a giant, brick house full of monsters, you wonder if this might be worth it. Some of these monsters seem alright; friendly, even.
Others - downright terrifying.
...but you really need this job.
(more tags will be added as the story updates; i'm sorry they kind of seem all over the place I'm not good at tags)
(Note: I've decided to raise the story rating from mature to explicit due to some of the heavier themes and sexual content in later chapters. Thank you for understanding!)
●Making a Monster -
Sometimes life throws you a curveball. For you, your curveball was going to bed looking like a human, and waking up looking like a monster.
A skeleton monster to be precise.
With the barrier breaking, a large surge of magic descended on the town you live in, and transformed you overnight. Unsure what to do with you, and the others changed, you're ushered into a facility until a monster with similar magic can take you to teach you how to wield the now uncontrollable magic you've been given. After waiting in this place for four years, you'd given up hope that anyone would ever want to take you.
What a surprise for you when you find out that someone does. A lot of someones.
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Oooo, interesting, right?
Oops hold on
To keep this from getting too long, I'll finish it with this;
-Go check out those stories! I'm not hyping them up for no reason!
-If you're interested in coming with me on this funky journey as I struggle to write something good, feel free to hit that follow button or smth! I'm open to asks about my in-progress story and any ideas that folks are willing to share! (I plan on writing out the first five chapters before posting any of them, mostly bc I just know it'll take me a while to get them out in a timely manner)
Which one do you think is the best trope/your favorite and why?
I actually wanna know for research purposes and because I really love talking to you guys when I can, makes me feel less like a weirdo hidden in the corner of an antique store
- YN being best friends with one of the Papyri or Sanses that after they lose their home, they invite YN to stay at their place with their "cousins?"
- YN working at Grillby's or Muffet's and they meet one of the Papyri or Sanses and from there strange interactions and friendships bloom (with the end resulting in romance)
- Y/N is friends with a pair of brothers and has to confront them when they suddenly seem agitated about an "unexpected visit from their cousins"
- YN is living with their roommate and their "multiple partners" because of money issues and this leads to a slow burn where you may or may not befriend the others or something more
- Similar to the one above except you're new when moving in and maybe something changes like you being friends at first with the human or that you're working for them with or without the other human appearing
- The last flavor of the roommate trope like above EXCEPPTTT there's not another human involved so the characterization changes dramatically. (I'm looking at you There's Still Magic when it comes to Vanilla/Sans😭 love you though)
- Something else entirely where the plot may involve the same or less amount of skeletons that can follow that "anti-harem" trope but it doesn't involve roommates or at least has a creative difference that makes it unique!
OKAY SOOO, for my creative writing class i turned in an undertale fic (papyrus and my oc) and i wanted to officially upload it it ao3 BUT idk if i should turn it into an x reader or not, and if i should just make it a papyrus x reader or turn it into a whole skeleton harem. plesde help
there’s a local commercial advertising an ice skating rink, where a guy is trying to ask a girl if she wants to go, but the phone keeps auto-correcting, so you don’t know what he’s trying to say until the very end
one of the messages he accidentally sends is “nice skeleton” and i’m laughing so hard
