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Sonar x GN!Reader

the next morning after he got cut. fluff and a pinch of angst? 🫩

Squeak! Squeak! Squeak!

Sonar's early alarm is ringing. He should have turned it off already by the second squeak—reflex and instinct—but it continues to ring. Looks like it's one of those days.

"Victor," you murmur, voice laced heavy with sleep, "wake up."

Squeak! Squeak!

His embrace around you tightens. Oh. You didn't even realize he's holding you. Rolling yourself softly, your hand clumsily searches for the top of his head.

"C'mon," you exhale, your eyes still closed as you rest on his chest. "Wake up. Victor. Victor." You pat between his ears lazily. "Vic. Sonar."

Squeak! Squeak!

You groan from sheer annoyance. That alarm's so insistent and loud. "Duuuude. You have work."

He's still not responding—now you're just growing worried. You sit up, wiggling out of his arms, but you don't get far.

Opening your eyes is the last thing you do, and when you do, you see Sonar's half-lidded white eyes. Just from that sight, you wake up entirely, cupping his fluffy cheek with concern. He relaxes at your touch.

"What's wrong?" you ask, quickly clearing your throat after.

Squeak! Squeak! The alarm is still blaring in the background. For how long does that go, man?

Sonar sighs. "I got cut."

Your stomach drops, your brows furrow. "What?"

Squeak!

"Yeaaaahh," he drawls, moving away from your hand, "forgot to change my alarm clock, I guess."

You blink. He grabs a pillow and covers his face with it. There's a whole lot of confusion streaming in your mind right now—why didn't he tell you? But then you remembered, by the time you came home yesterday, he was already asleep. No wonder he looked so restless.

"Oh, sweetheart," you say, hovering your hand on the pillow over his head. "Talk to me."

Squeak! Squeak!

He doesn't reply for a good second.

Sque—!

You shut that darn alarm off.

"Sonar," you try again.

"Sorry," he says, muffled.

You gently lift the pillow up. "What happened?"

"Bottom of the leaderboard." For someone who doesn't have irises, he's surprisingly easy to read. He wouldn't be looking at you right now. "Pretty stupid stuff."

Bottom of the—??? You freeze, making sense of his words. A company that reforms villains, cutting hires when they're at the bottom? You get the sentiment, you really do, but what the fuck??

"Victor," you call. One of his ear twitches. "I love you."

He hums, a rather defeated one, but you feel a hand sneaking over your waist.

"And I'm actually so fucking angry right now," you grunt, pinching between your eyebrows. "Okay, what do we do about this? Want me to talk to them? No, hang on, I'm getting ahead of myself—"

You stare at his eyes. He blinks awfully slow, unusually quiet, and oddly out of it.

"You better not be thinking of stupid shit," you accuse swiftly, but you make sure to soften your voice, "you were—are on your way to becoming a hero."

He snorts. "Can neither confirm or deny."

You roll your eyes before deciding to attack him with kisses of reassurance, offering him sweet nothings and everythings. Hopefully this helps him not to think of having revenge.

Though you do need a lot more information on SDN cutting this bat.

— he would've been ranting if not for the fact he just woke up lol he'd do it over breakfast

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Waterboy x GN!Reader

he yearns for u. fluff and steven universe mention lol

"Woah, wait. Waterboy. What do you think you're doing?"

You stare widely at his puckered mouth. With a nervous clear of his throat, Herman purses his lips and sits up, slouching over your bent knee.

"I'm... about to, fix—heal, it?" he says as he rubs his nape. "That's looks like a scary pain, injury. Have to... have to heal it for you."

A harsh sting in your stabbed knee reminds you how badly it hurts, so you wince. "Ah, yeah... But please don't tell me you're going to use some kind of healing spit. It sure looked like you were."

"W-Well," Waterboy stutters, visibly trying to find the right words, "yes? It doesn't have, really, no spit! I think. But it heals... Uh, you! And me!"

You chuckle breathlessly, glancing at the overflowing blood on your skin. "Steven Universe type shit, huh? Are you an SU fan?"

"Yes!" he exclaims, a smile pulling on his lips. "I actually, that's where I learned how to heal! By spitting water..." his smile gradually turns doubtful, "into... my scratches... I-It works."

Tears are beading in the corners of your eyes from the painful knee stab. "That's beautiful."

"You don't— Are you, uh, crying?" he gasps. "Steven Universe has— inspiration. I don't blame you for—"

"Just spit on me, Waterboy," you squeeze your eyes shut and look away, leaning your broken knee towards him a little. Some tears escape down your cheeks.

He stares at you for a good moment before realizing. "Y-Yes! I'm-- I will be fast!"

You shudder at the feeling of water being sprayed on your knee, but it feels gentle enough to make you relax. A lot of relaxation, you realize, you actually feel a lot lighter now from that fuckass stab.

Opening your eyes, you see Herm first observing your knee, so you follow his gaze.

Some blood stains are still there, and it's still pinched red. More importantly, the bleeding stopped.

You start to carefully straighten your leg.

"I-I can't heal scars," he clarifies. "Most I can do, uh, keep it clean from infections and no, no bleeding."

It feels so much better than 20 seconds ago.

"Thank you," you smile at him after moving your leg several times. "I feel so much better, holy shit. Thanks, Herm!"

Waterboy smiles, and freezes when you throw your arms around him. It doesn't last long. He feels strangely saddened that he didn't get to hug you too.

But your hand stays on his. "Come on! Let's meet up with the others! ...After I wash my knee off one more time."

"...I-I can do that for you—"

uhhhh. your choice to accept or not.

do u accept his offer to spit again

YES

no thanks

Voting ended onMar 1

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Yantober, 2025 — Love Language

Yandere!Sans x GN!Reader

note: WARNING!!! THIS IS UNEDITED WRITING!!! I'm only posting the first draft here, if you'd like the final version;; you can check it out here!

🦴 — PROS & CONS TO HAVING A SANS

Sans has plenty million ways of showing affection, and every single one manages to be goofy.

For example, gift giving. Arguably one of his most diabolical love language.

He's gifted you a back scratcher once. Good for your skin or whatever. An oddly specific waving inflatable guy that you'd find in a grand opening of a bakery store, just that it's tiny. More often than not, a fart spray to inspire your own pranks.

The back scratcher was actually good though. You still use it to this day. One of your most prized possessions.

Next, acts of service. Even if he's known to be a lazy butthead, you know he's so much more than that. He does a lot for him and his brother.

If you fall asleep on the couch, you'll find yourself waking up on Papyrus' comfy bed. That tall skeleton rarely sleeps anyway.

You'll even find a well-prepared cup by the nightstand. It can be anything—orange juice, water, or whatever you prefer.

Or maybe Papyrus does that. You keep forgetting to ask.

Sans can talk really cryptic sometimes. Either that or something goofy comes out between those teeth. He's a weirdly consistent witty jokester, so what else would you expect?

But he does know how to cheer you up with his nonsense—his words of affirmation. Always know what to say in the most appropriate times. Always considers everyone else's feelings first.

Even if he says the weirdest things ever.

For physical touch, Sans absolutely loves sleeping next to you. A comfortable cuddle pile of you, him, and Papyrus, if you're lucky.

Whether he be the big spoon or small spoon doesn't matter, as long as you're with him. He searches for you almost immediately when he wakes up and realizes you're not there. Sometimes, he even looks panicked... but maybe you're imagining it.

Another thing is he lets his phalanges pinch around your skin ever so slightly. Feeling the softness of your skin, and the hardness of your bones.

Quality time. Quality time?

It's getting too blurry to tell, nowadays.

You don't see him as much anymore. Which is weird. There was a point where he could barely be apart from you.

He's disappearing to stars know where, leaving you and Papyrus for hours long. Sometimes even days. Unannounced. Unspoken.

And when Sans does come back, he'll either be by your sleeping form, staring, or he's sleeping on the couch. Like nothing happened.

If you ask him, he'll shrug it off. If you ask him again, he'll say an excuse that can maybe make sense. (Cheating automatically isn't part of the possible reasons why.)

"Papyrus," you call, and his skeleton head pops out of the kitchen doorway. "Do you have any idea why Sans has been going out lately?"

"AW, DON'T WORRY," he sing-songs. "THIS IS A COMPLETELY NORMAL THING HE DOES!"

...Concerning.

But somehow, you believe him.

There's another reason that you're thinking of, and that's the mysterious work he has in the basement. You never go there, and the only reason why you even know about it is because you fell down the steps face first. Embarrassing, but it helped.

Still. Maybe he's been working on it more than ever lately.

You should pay a visit later.

— 🦴

A silent hum hangs in the empty room. Sans isn't here, much to your dismay, and things don't seem different as much as you wanted it to be.

There's nothing here.

You turn around.

"Oh, stop!" you huff, clutching your chest as your glare at Sans, "where did you come from?!"

He has a neutral expression—the same one he always wears. "saw the light on. whatcha doing, sweetheart?"

You exhale, shaking your head. "Trying to figure out what you're doing. Seriously."

Sans tilts his head. It isn't a motion of curiosity, more of a "go on". Your gaze drifts away from his eyelights. Something about them feels like shame, or something else entirely.

"Look, Sans, I miss you," you admit. "But you... I don't know. I don't want to sound like a clingy guy. We haven't been—"

Gloved fingers take your chin. You gulp, letting him raise your head, your eyes searching his sockets.

You swear there's something off behind his expression.

He seems normal. It's the same, default expression he always had—except there's a certain unfamiliar weight to it, invisible layers that only someone like you can notice.

Corners of his smile twitch a little. The slight tremble in his eyelights. It's dimming rather frantically, but again, a normal soul wouldn't have noticed.

It's almost like he's not the same monster you know anymore. Maybe you're being dramatic, but there's a consistent emotion—something dark, something lost, something desparate.

"i'm sorry," he smiles, his eyebags feeling a little more tired.

"but i have to make sure nothing bad happens to ya."

the draft of all drafts:

gift igving

— spontaneous gifts [back scratcher, waving inflatable guy, fart spray]

acts of servicd

— he may ne a lazy butt head but he does a lot for him and his brother.

words of affirmation

— jokester, sudden strange phrases

physical tocuh

— pinching around your skin (feeling the boens)

quality time

— at this point, he prefers you to be aroud

okay das all

banner art by jakei, og sans by toby fox!

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Yantober, 2025 — Daydreamer

Yandere!Killer Sans x GN!Reader

note; another unedited writing by yours truly! here's the official version in ao3 ←

🔪 — NOT WANT, NEED

It's always hard to tell what Killer is thinking.

His sockets are empty hollows, silently dripping beads of whatever black substance it is on his face. A practiced smile that almost looks like it's painful—his most recognizable traits, his tragic past in display.

And yet, out of all his comrades, he's the most expressive, the chatterbox of the group.

Only Nightmare would know what's really going on in his mind. Not that he can read his thoughts, not exactly, but he knows if they're negative.

And they usually are.

That's why Killer is so fucking lucky he isn't here right now.

He'd be dead where he stands the moment Nightmare realizes he's not feeling negatively.

Because he's thinking of pure, unfiltered love—lust?—desire? He's not sure himself. Daydreaming of you, the human he met in the last few AUs he visited, the one who nursed him back to health.

Killer wants to stop thinking about you. But the more he prevents himself, the more you cross over his thoughts.

He imagines running away from the big boss and finding his way to you. Then you'd nurse him all over again, and he'd flirt with you this time, let his intentions be known.

Or maybe he finally gets rid of Nightmare. Have you praise him for being so courageous. But one can only dream.

These thoughts embarrass him, of course. Perhaps he's just using you to find confidence in fucking Nightmare up.

Either way, he really, really wants to see you again.

— if u liked this, pls consider reading the ao3 one if u havent yet cuz i added a lot ☝️

art banner by jakei, killer sans by rahafwabas :]

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Howdy! I was wondering if you could do a UT!Sans x human!reader (fem if you don't mind it's ok If you can't!) and they're stargazing and they're having like a playful competition on who knows more space facts and it ends with them being all lovey dovey and shttuff? Thank you have a lovely day!

note: woah,, hey anon .. i know this took forever but sadly i can only muster up an exactly 100-word drabble 😔✊

also thank you for the lovely gif, jazze-bee! love your art always, but if you're uncomfy w me using it in my account, please tell me! :D

🌌 — BUT HOW'D YOU KNOW ABOUT IT

"I've been here longer than you. How the heck do you know more about space facts?"

Sans lets out a soft, deep chuckle.

You turn your head slightly away from the starry galaxy, the grass brushing against your cheeks. Hah. It's almost cute. How he manages to fluster you, even with just his laugh.

"i've been learning this for years, sweetheart," he mutters, his sockets closed. "back in the underground, it was all we had."

And now you feel horrible. "I'm sorry."

"nah. don't be." A small, amused snorting noise. "'cause at least i got to be smarter than ya."

bonus:

"Okay, Sans. I love you."

"love you more."

"Sadly, that's false. I love you most."

"hmm. sure. but just so you know, you'd never fathom the love i have for you."

THIS IS A PROMPT, ISNT IT?? FRFR. also at some point, you guys would prolly be comparing your love to space

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hi i hope your doing well, it's my first time requesting. if it's ok can you do a cross sans x fem human reader with fluff and spice oneshot. where the two are dating and they are both hanging out with epic sans and he did bring candy/chocolate to share with them and the reader gives one to cross through a kiss (cross can be a flirt but he can get flustered as well lol) the readers personality is- kind, chill, easily flustered and tomboyish but likes to flirt with her bonefriend from time to time. reader's soul trait is kindness

Cross x GN!Reader

notes: hope you're also doing well! gotta say you're my first posted request for this account :D <3 and what i wrote isn't exactly your words but i hope you enjoy regardless !

tags: established, soft kisses, ecto-tongue😟

🍫 — CHOCOLATE-COATED

"I'm so sorry I'm late!!"

You turn to see Cross with his usual disgruntled expression, a smile pulling at your lips. He hastily brushes off his clothes before plopping down next to you.

"Rough day, I assume," you chuckle, picking a blue string from his shirt.

He sighs dramatically as he faces you. "Oh, you have no idea. I was gonna get you a gift, but we took too long in the anti-void, so I had to improvise."

You tilt your head. "Improvise?"

With a proud smile, he flicks his phalanges, a few chocolate bars stylishly held on his hand. "Bam! Snagged it from the menace himself—"

"Wait a sec." Disappointment quickly crosses his face, faster than you can react. "Oof. It's melted."

"Melted... and you took it from Error," you confirm, raising an inquisitive brow. You take a bar from him and press it lightly, the soft filling squishing between your fingers. "How did you even manage to do that?"

His smile turns sheepish. "Uh, hey, isn't it great that I still came home to you? Great!" he puts the chocolate bars down on the picnic blanket. "So, shnookums, how was your day?"

Unimpressed, you stare at him. Cross stares back with a crooked grin.

"...I'm just glad you're alive," you say, then giggle. "And don't call me that. It sounds so unserious."

He shrugs. "Dunno what you're talking about, pookie."

"You're cute," you smile, resting a hand on his cheek. It feels warmer by the second, accompanied by a purple glow on his face. You gently push his skull to the side. "Now, look away. I wanna try something."

Cross obliges without hesitation, turning his body around for you. "Oh? What's that?"

"Chocolate's melted anyway," you snicker, followed by the sound of crinkling plastic. "Just wait for it."

With a patient hum, Cross takes a moment to look around. The sun is setting, a beautiful shade of orange ruling over the sky. Even the wind is strong enough to give a refreshing breeze.

All he really needs is for you to complete the view—

"This might be one of the dumbest things I've ever done," you wheeze, spiking his curiosity. "Okay, you can look now."

He turns around, surprised, his sockets widening at the sight of your face.

"Oh," he blurts. His cheeks puff, as if he's miserably trying not to laugh. "You have... Um. It's interesting!"

You burst out laughing, the melted chocolate following the curves of your smile. It covered the surface of your lips and glistened in the sunlight. Cross' eyelights couldn't help but turn into hearts at the endearing sight.

"Dude! This isn't supposed to be complimented," you chuckle, pointing a stained finger near your lips. "Be honest. Does the shade fit me, at least?"

Cross grabs your wrist, a teasing smile on his face as he leans forward. "It's questionable. Well, I mean, you look very good in anything but—"

His heart-shaped eyelights drop to your lips, lingering a bit longer than either of you expected.

...

You lean in slowly, carefully watching his expression. He doesn't move.

Gently, you press a kiss to his teeth.

An overwhelming shade of purple takes over his entire skull. You pull back, a bright smile spreading across your face.

"Purple and brown. Not bad," you tease. Your eyes flicker to his teeth, your expression glowing at the lips-shaped chocolate kiss.

... Cross catches you off-guard. He cups his hands on both of your cheeks.

"I'm sorry I don't have lips," he murmurs, leaning closer and closer. "But."

A faint clicking sound. His jaw opens, and his purple tongue slips out, eagerly licking your bottom lip for permission.

You sigh, about to grant him--

"OH MY STARS! bruh, i feel so violated!!"

Gracefully pushing Cross off your lap—since when did he even get there—you swiftly compose yourself and adjust your clothes.

You look up, seeing Epic covering his sockets. It doesn't help that he's peeking through his phalanges. "but i won't mind if you continue—"

"Stop talking," Cross hisses. "Dude, you're not even invited!"

error doesn't have a fridge,, he also eats chocolate even with the packaging right? he probably forgot he put it down there, where cross found it LOL

it's my first time writing a kiss scene btw sorry hahhaha criticism is weeelllcooooomeeeee

cross belongs to jakei beloved 😺 epic to yugogeer!

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YANTOBER 2024, DAY 26 — BREAKING POINT

Yandere!Fell Sans x GN!Reader

notes: bro's a cutie in the gif 😭

🌡️— UTTERLY CONFUSED

"... yer what?"

You heave a deep breath. The way your heart and soul tremble is something that will be hard to move on from. Granted, you've always wanted to do this—your only regret is not having it done sooner.

"I think it's best for us to see other people," you repeat, your tone firmer than it was the first time.

His red eyelight stares at you. Almost blank and devoid of life, you dare assume. You can only watch as it quivers and fades within the socket.

Shit. This is exactly the reaction you feared.

Fell places a gloved hand on his skull, throwing his head back as he laughs. With his sharp teeth, he continues to laugh, and laugh, and laugh.

You frown, disturbed. "Sans? I'm sorry, but—"

"that can't be right," he chuckles, turning to face you again. His hand covers half of his skull, his eye socket wide. "you're confused, sweetheart."

That's it. You must be confused.

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Fell Sans belongs to vic/underfellx

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YANTOBER 2024, DAY 25 — TAINTED LOVE

Yandere!Shattered Dream x GN!Reader

notes: oh dude i love ur lil jumpscare gif!! animated SD gives me life— but tell me if you're uncomfy with it being here :)

warnings; kidnapping myerp

✴️ — APPLE OF MY EYE

Dream would say he loves you.

You didn't believe that. Not even for a moment.

"So full of negativity, darling," he cooed, his voice quiet but piercing. His hands reached to rest on your shoulders. "What can I do to make you smile?"

"I don't know," you snapped, your eyebrows furrowing. "Maybe let me go."

His claws dug into your skin. "We talked about this. That's the one thing I can't do for you."

It hadn't always been like this. He used to make you smile, laugh, and even comfort you in your darkest times. Perhaps that was the biggest mistake of your life—everything you would ever be was now tied to him.

You didn't respond, choosing to blankly stare at his golden, calculating eyelight. He simply smiled as tendrils idly wrapped around your limbs.

... Above all else, maybe he really did mean it when he said he loved you.

His overwhelming aura only grew stronger and stronger.

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SD belongs to galacii-gallery.