AU Sans' x reader oneshot book

Fresh!Sans x Reader P.2

art above is not mine,

my nose is fine now :] 

TLDR; You get nervous by yourself so you call Fresh, he comes over and comforts you

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2 Person POV

You watch the clock go by on your microwave, you've been watching it while blasting your music on your phone. A couple days after the incident with that creep you started getting dm's from that guy telling you how 'ungrateful' you were for rejecting them, and that 'they didn't even wanna ask you out,' it was pitiful, but it kept reminding you how uncomfortable you were when that happened.

You kept thinking about the grip they had on your wrist, and how defenseless you were at that moment. You kept thinking about all of the ways you could've gotten out of that situation without having Fresh to help you out. 

You sigh and shake your head, looking at your phone and finding more degrading messages from the creep. You spot one message in your notifications from them that catch your eye, they said that they had your address, you knew it was a lie, but it still was enough to shake you.

Going into your messages and calling Fresh, you had called him a couple times before after the incident and just talked, but this time you really needed him right now. Letting the phone ring a few times before he picked up,

"Waddup? Friendly neighborhood radical broseph speaking~" He answers,

you could easily tell he had a wide smile while giving his greeting. Looking at your microwave again and noticing that it was midnight, you panic slightly,

"Uh, hey Fresh, I was just- well, I just wanted to- I- uh, did I wake you?" You find it hard to get your words with your mind numb from lack of sleep,

"Nah, I don't have time to sleep, to busy being rad" he plainly answers, 

you hear a crunching of food from his end,

"So why'd you call me, mah swag homeslice?" he sounded like he was talking with his mouthful,

you can't help but smile at this. He seemed to make you smile from the littlest things, at this point it was ridiculous! He has to be some sort of magic that does it, or he's like, some universe hopper charming everyone he passes by so he can infect them with a parasite residing in his soul or somethin... nah that's insane, but you can imagine right?

"Oh, I just.. wanted to check in!" you feel yourself chicken out from bothering him still,

you hear him grumble and say in a slightly irritated voice,

"Don't lie to me, Y/N." Jeepers, 

you didn't think he could've made you give in just by saying your real name rather than a nickname. You sigh, taking a second before mumbling,

"The guy keeps texting threats, and-" before you even finished he hung up and you heard a knock at your door.

Going over and opening it, it was Fresh. He's holding a bag of your favorite chips and soda. He walks in while you just stand stuttering confused, you never gave him your address? Fresh brought the chips + soda over to your living room, you shut the door, lock it, and follow him.

He sat on your couch, tossing his feet up and resting his arms on the back of the couch. He patted the couch slightly, gesturing for you to sit as well. You follow his order and timidly sit next to him, he was mildly threatening due to his height, he was 6'3 for Pete's sake! You feel a light shade of red dust across your face.

"So," his words pull you out of your thoughts,

"Why don'tcha tell me about how this unrad dude's buggin yah" he speaks in the same tone that he had when the incident occurred, 

it was low and soft, unlike his usual speaking tone, giving you a warm feeling of comfort. 

You let your body relax a little as you take out your phone and show him the messages. His face seems to get more irritated as he reads the messages. Once he reached the most recent message he sighed and shook his head,

"Y/N, I'm sorry this dudes' been buggin yah," his words were full of silk worry,

rubbing your back a little. You can't help but lean into his touch, scooting a little closer to him as you felt your body calm a bit. You felt him tense a little when you got closer, but he quickly let go of the feeling and pulled you a little closer to him, leaning back on the couch a little, letting you rest your head on his chest.

His arm snaked around your waist while to other kept rubbing your back, whispering little apologies for the creep's behavior towards you. You felt safe in his arms. He was warm; you let yourself relax more as you listened to his soulbeat, it was uneven in a way, skipping a beat or two every few seconds. Though, it calmed you; letting yourself fall asleep on him by accident, you were weak from it being midnight.

About a day and a half after the night that Fresh comforted you, the creep stopped sending you messages. Maybe he gave up, or maybe Fresh did something; you weren't quite sure, but you were grateful that it stopped.

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guess who finally didn't finish a post at midnight? This guyyy

kinda anticlimactic but my brain is running at the same pace as a snail right now so deal with it B]

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