AU Sanses Boyfriend Scenarios (M4F)

When You Become Friends

Classic:

You had been meeting with Sans at Grillbys II for about a month and a half. You were still kinda shy and not really into sharing your own jokes. You were worried they would be too weird or stupid.

Your old friend had told you time and time again that your jokes and puns were terrible, lowering your self esteem little by little until it faded into almost nothing. You were at Grillbys waiting, when suddenly Sans walked in.

He sat at the counter, his eyes nothing but black voids. He was shaking a bit, but you didn't know what. Grillby sighed.

"Sans I have told you many times to avoid coming here in this state..."

"Gotta meet with a friend, Grillbs. It's nothing, really. I'm not here to drink myself into a stupor like last time I came here in this state." Sans chuckled a bit.

Grillby hummed, his flames crackling in suspicion. But he walked away.

You smiled at Sans, "Wait, you think of us as friends...?"

"Of course! Don't you?" He asked, turning to you with his eye lights back.

"I... I do, but I was worried you didn't..." You sighed.

"Well, don't worry about that. And, real quick, I've noticed you're a bit secluded from the jokes and puns lately... what's going on? You haven't made a joke since the first meeting."

"I'll... tell you that later..."

Sans nodded, "I understand. Some things are better left unsaid." He slid a piece of paper over to you. "My number. So if you ever want to talk, or test out bad jokes, just text or call, okay?"

You nodded, "Sure."

Underswap:

You both were already friends, dammit. So, you have to wait until the next scenario to see the blueberry!

Underfell:

"Oh yeah! Bingo! Who is the best at this game?!"

"SANS, YOU AND (Y/N) HAVE BEEN AT THAT GAME FOR HOURS..."

"But it's awesome, Paps!"

"You beat me like 20 times in a row!"

"You're the slow one on the track, Peach..."

You and Sans were playing Mario Kart. Sans had gotten a bit carried away with winning, you were trying to win at least one match, and Papyrus was just fed up of you both.

"BOTH OF YOU, KITCHEN. NOW."

You growled at Sans, entering the kitchen. Sans smirked and trailed behind you. Throughout the middle of the day meal, Sans constantly teased about you being a sore loser.

Eventually, you got fed up with it, and tackled him to the ground. You smirked devilishly, gently running your fingers up Sans' sides. He jolted, snickering and trying to get away.

You held him there, and Papyrus saw what was happening. He smirked, and walked over, kneeling down and helping you tickle the shorter skeleton.

Sans eventually broke, laughing hysterically. He begged for mercy, but you only let up when he said you were a better gamer than him.

He gave you his number before you left, and you texted him for a while.

Birdtale:

"Hold still..."

"OW!! That hurts~!"

"If you held still for me, it wouldn't hurt as bad."

"But it hurts!"

"I know, but- oof! Don't hit me with your right wing. I'm trying to help you."

And that was how it went for the process of wrapping your wing in a bandage. You constantly trying to get away, the only touch you had known being pain, and Sans trying to keep you still. At the end of it, you were exhausted, but Sans seemed fine.

He smiled at you, "If you had held still, we wouldn't have needed to do all this. It would've been so much quicker had you held still."

"It hurt though..." You whimpered.

"Alright, alright, I know... You can rest here until your wing gets healed enough for you to get home."

And then, the both of you just rested. You had a feeling you were going to be good friends.

Reapertale:

(Once again, with no how you met scenario, reapertale is on hold.)