Sans AU One-Shots

❀Geno❀ || insomnia.

Pairing: AfterTale/Geno Sans x Reader
Prompt: Geno struggles with insomnia, feeling undeserving of the life he was granted after all the hell he went through and convinced he doesn't deserve love from anyone - not his brother, nor the human, or even you.
Type: smut
Length: 4.3k words
Background: Takes place after the events of the Aftertale comic, but there's not much in the way of obvious spoilers (aka if you haven't read the comic, you likely won't get the references and thus won't understand you're even reading a spoiler). Like butterscotch-cinnamon pie. That's technically a spoiler, but it's completely out of context so you don't know what I'm talking about. | Insomnia can be brought on by any number of things, including stressors and racing thoughts, as it's basically a blanket term used to describe bad sleep or being unable to fall asleep.
Notes: Geno needs so many hugs, and there's some crossover between my previous Geno one-shot and this one - at least concerning the topics I cover. Heads up: there is a boatload of awkwardness up ahead. I don't think Geno would be very smooth when it comes to this kinda stuff and I know most of you are awkward too, so if you get second-hand embarrassment really easily...I'm sorry. 

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The knock at the front door was soft, like the person on the other side was silently hoping I wouldn't answer, and when I opened it, Geno's lazy grin turned stiff with discomfort. "Heya." He tried to speak in his usual relaxed bass, but it did little to convince me of how seemingly ok he was. Nobody hit me up in the middle of the night for no reason, and especially not him, my newest patient – though 'patient' maybe wasn't the right word for it. I didn't have a degree in the medical field, only a semblance of proficiency founded in years of research, but it was enough to get his brother Papyrus' attention on a random Saturday afternoon.

I liked helping people, and though I didn't have the tact to go after a doctorate nor the money for it, that desire sparked research into how to help people without a degree. The internet held vast amounts of knowledge about everything under the sun, and when the monsters got to the surface, they were just one more thing to look into. It was amazing what you could learn with such a simple goal, so, aptly named the 'mom friend', I fit the role of nurse perfectly – even when it came to skeleton monsters I just met.

I met the skeletons in a coffee shop one Saturday when I accidentally bumped into the short one with a white hoodie and red scarf who I later learned was Geno. Papyrus – the tall one – freaked out, asking if Geno was alright as the other short one in a blue hoodie named Sans simply sent him a sidelong glance. Geno claimed he was alright, flushed at all the sudden attention as I apologized profusely, not even noticing the fresh coffee stain on my shirt from where the liquid in my cup sloshed up and onto my chest.

"YOU MUST BE EXTRA CAREFUL, BROTHER!" Papyrus was spouting, pointing to Geno's ribs with a gloved hand. "YOU ARE STILL INJURED."

"Yeah, you'd think the pie would fix that too, heh." Geno's tone was casual, fingers tugging on the scarf around his neck to pull it up in an effort to hide his face. His right socket was partially melted like he'd been through a traumatic accident, and my worry for him only grew.

"Oh my gosh, did I hurt you??" Panic flitted in my tone as I leaned closer, clutching my cup tightly.

"Tibia honest, I think he'll be okay," Sans said, hands in his pockets as he kept his voice casual.

Geno grinned at the pun, but before he could make his own, Papyrus stomped his foot. "STOP WITH YOUR INCESSANT PUNS! THIS IS SERIOUS!"

"Is there any way I can help? I know a thing or two about medicine." My apologetic offer grabbed Papyrus' attention, and he spun to me with joy written into every boney crevice on his face.