(AU) Sans x Reader Oneshots

Sans x F!Reader 《☁️Hair☁️》

[Hey guys, Alecc here- just wanna clarify some things here.
Sorry for any grammatical mistakes I made and also for male readers and people who don't have hair ;-; I hope you enjoy the story]

Another day at the skelebros' humble home, another antic would arise from the two but, it seems like they were calm today. Inside the humble abode, four figures occupy the house: Frisk, Sans, Papyrus and (Y/N); the quartet. The four were doing their usual thing, Papyrus was making spaghetti -Frisk was helping Papyrus make it- Sans was chilling on the couch, and (Y/N) was asleep. In short, a chilled out day for the group.

A whimper escapes from the (H/C-nette/ Blonde) while waking up. Dried saliva was on the corners at her mouth while she stretched on her bed. Wiping her dried saliva, she gets off of her shared bed with Sans, they've been together for 2 years or so. Groggily walking, she looks at a nearby mirror and looks at herself; she looked like a mess. Groaning, she grabs a nearby comb and tries to brush her severely tangled hair. Combing her hair, she reached to a point where her comb got stuck on a tangled area, leaving her to try and force the comb to untangle that spot. Upon doing so, it lead to the comb breaking. "Damn cheap combs," she grumbled to herself as she removed the broken comb out of her still tangled hair and throwing it near a nearby trash bin.

(Y/N) looks around the room and tries to find another comb but fails to do so. She goes outside the room to try and find another comb. Opening the door, it revealed the outside, blinking to fixate her eyes on the newly bright space. After a while her eyes finally adjusted and she finally started to move herself to another area of the house.

Going down the stairs, her nose was greeted by the smell of burnt spaghetti. Her nose scrunched as she smelt it; it smelt displeasing, but still normal. 'They're cooking spaghetti for dinner again? Jesus, when will they stop-' she silently thought to herself and continued to have a trail of thoughts.

Sans raised a non existant eyebrow as he saw his girlfriend staying on one spot on the bottom of the stairs. "Babe, you still there? You seem to be out of this world right now," he chuckled after seeing his girlfriend jump a little by what he said. "Yeah... I'm just trying to find somthing," she stated as she walk torwads a drawer and opens it. An amused chuckle came from the skeleton as he watched his girlfriend try to find something, "And that is..?" "A comb, I broke the cheap (F/C) one I bought." she frowned.

After what seemed to be hours, well minutes, she finally found a pink comb in one of the drawers inside the house. Relief filled her senses as she took it out of the drawer to proceeded combing once she sat down on the couch. As she sat down, she gently combed her hair, fearing it would break and she had to buy or find another one in the house. Sans took a peak at her, silently admiring her looks at the side of his eye sockets. She sigh as she continued to stuggle at the tangled end on her hair. Sans took the opportunity and took the comb from her hands, "Hey, What the heck Sans!" "Shhh... just turn around, babe," he said and (Y/N) obeyed. After hearing shuffles, she felt her hair being combed by Sans. His way of combing her hair was soft- it felt really calming for the girl.

After a while of combing, sans puts down the comb at a nearby coffee table. "There, all done," he said as he sat back down on his usual lazy sitting position. (Y/N) hums as she laid her head on his lap, finding comfort in his presence. As she watched the T.V, she felt her hair being stroked by her boyfriend, Sans hummed in delight. The two slowly drifted into slumber while the T.V was still on, enjoying each others' presence...

That is until they heard Papyrus' loud voice calling them for dinner.