EverybodyTALE x Readers-sama

Fresh x reader

Request by haumma

I'm not a specialist of Fresh's way of talking, nor his personality. I'll try my best!

I'm on my phone, messaging Alakema and telling her how I met him.

I never thought I could ever meet a person without emotions before. But here he is: Fresh! Sans, in his 90 glories.

At first, it was just...awkward. Like, awkward! What was I supposed to say ?! I felt incredibly guilty for having emotions while he couldn't have any. Of course, he didn't really care, but still... I was probably being a little stupid, right?

But after some time, we got used to each other. I came to trust him enough to talk to him about my boyfriends. My boyfriends! ... Well exs.

It's not something I like to talk about at all, because I'm not lucky when it comes to love, and my family kind of judges me for it. I mean, yes, it is kind of my fault for not seeing they were all d!ck, but my family think I was the one who was a d!ck. No matter how many times I tried to explain, they just wouldn't listen.

Fresh isn't like that: sure, he doesn't have feelings nor ears, but at least he listens to me better than my own flesh and blood. How fùçked up is that?

Alakema is cool with my relationships, and she knows why I have so many.

If it wasn't for my horrible experience with my exs and Fresh's lack of feelings, I would have confessed a long time ago. That why I drown myself in not serious relationships: I don't get hurt, and I try to forget my stupid crush for him.

My dear friend begged me to confess because apparently, it will be easier to move on, but I don't think she understands the position I'm in. I don't want to admit that I fell for someone I know won't ever return my feelings.

" Soooo? What's up my radical broski ?"

Think of the devil, and he shall appear. I'm still on my phone, talking to a girl friend.

"Hello Fresh! Nothing much, and you?

- Well, I have some wicked thing to tell you, and I'm not sure if you're gonna like it..."

I turn myself to see him entirely. The tone in his voice is weird like- like he's unsure! Which is not normal, he never showed any emotions before.

"Well, what is it?

- Can we talk... Somewhere else ?"

It's true; we are in a crowded space. I take his hand for him to follow me, and once we're in a quiet and empty area, I ask again what's wrong.

" I-I think... Broski, you know that I don't normally feel the radicality that is emotions and feelings, right?

- Well, yes? Fresh, you're weird and you're starting to scare me...

- SORRY! Sorry! It wasn't my intention, I swear!

- Fresh! Just tell me what is up already !"

The whisper is so little, that even in a quiet space like here, I don't understand a single word. I tell him to speak louder, but the same outcome occurs.

Fresh is visibly fidgeting. He looks up...set? But- But that would mean he ...!

" Fresh, calm down, I can't hear you... Now, can you please tell me- N-not that I force you, of course !! But... "

Now or never (Y/n)!

"Can you feel ?"

Without saying anything else, he nods. Seconds after, I tackle-hug him, and we both fell to the floor.

" It's wonderful.

- Thanks, bro. That rad of you to be happy for me... But it's not what I wanted to tell you."

He helps me get up, and hug me again.

" (Y/n)... Please, don't hate me for that..." He whimpers.

" I won't." I promise.

He kisses me.

And I kiss back.