My gosh. Something about Yandere blueberry is just hot.

*HAS COUGH FIT*

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"(Y/n), go put those tacos back!"

"You can't me do ANYTHING!" You reply, sliding across the floor into the kitchen.

Papyrus face-palms while Sans smiles, eating on his taco while watching you two bicker.

"Why are you so difficult?" Papyrus asks you, looking tried of you and your crap.

"Hey, it's my nature." You wink, flopping down beside Sans.

"And since you're being mean, I'm not going to sit by you." You glare, cuddling up to Sans.

Sans looks over to his side, softly smiling at seeing your head in his lap. Papyrus just shrugs, sinking more into the couch.

"You know, I was thing... why couldn't we all go do something?" Sans pipes up, making you squeal.

"I'm so tried of being stuck in this house! LEGGO!" You point towards the door, falling off the couch.

Sans finishes his taco, dusting the crumbs off his bandana and grey clothes. Papyrus groans, not wanting to get off the couch.

"But I'm bone tried..." He whines, making you and Sans growl.

You start to wheeze with laughter, holding your stomach to make it stop. Then you start to cry, making Sans and Papyrus stare at you with wide eyes.

"Okay okay! We can go." He tries to calm you down, getting up and shoving you out of the door.

Sans runs over to your side, curious why you were laughing then crying.

"What's wrong?!" He asks in worry.

"Pffft- nothing! I'm just a really good actor." You cheer, swaying from side to side.

"I should've known." Papyrus flicks your forehead, teleporting over to Muffet's without you and Sans.

You mumble an 'ow', rubbing the spot he flicked that was now red. Sans chuckles, seeing you get flustered at him just leaving.

"Of course he would go off and leave!" You seeth, pointing over to Muffet's.

"Forget that lazybones! Want to go take a stroll?" Sans suggests, making you grin.

"Absolutely!"

He starts to walk off in the direction of the waterfalls, waiting for you to follow. Right as he's about to look back and call for you, he feels you leap onto his back.

"Gah!" He huffs, flailing his arms so he wouldn't fall over.

He eventually gets balanced, turning his head up to you.

"You could've warned me, (Y/n)!"

"Nah, I thought you could handle it." You boop right above where his nose would be, letting your legs wrap around his waist from behind. He grabs your thighs, blushing a deep blue. You were too in your own world to notice.

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You gasp, crawling out of the water. Sans just bends over and laughs, pointing at you like a little kid.

"I can't believe you fell in!" He cries with laughter, making you huff.

You stand up, squeezing your clothes to get the water out. His laughter dies down, noticing you stary to shiver.

"N-nothing could be more cliché than falling in the water." Your teeth start to chatter.

Sans rolls his pin-pricks, taking off his bandana and wrapping it around you.

"Nope. Nothing is more cliché than me giving you my bandana because you're cold." He laughs under his breath.

You give a nervous smile seeing how close you two were. Sans notices after you, his pin-pricks turning into nothing but little dots.

*Go on. No-one is around.

You stare up at him with sparking eyes. You two were the same height, so you didn't have to look down at him. He grabs your upper arms, pulling you forward and closing the gap. His body pressed against yours, making your face turn a deep crimson.

"S-sans..." Your eyes becomes as wide as goofballs when he leans forward, making his face be inches from yours.

*What are you waiting for?

"Where friends, right?" He asks, his tone deeper than normal.

"B-best friends." You stutter, waiting for him to do something.

"..." He doesn't reply.

You gulp, starting to feel uneasiness. He seemed much more serious than usual. He had this aura around him that shot shivers down your spine. He stares at you with want, making you want to cower down.

He leans forward, kissing your cheek with the lightest touch. You clamp up, being stiff as a rock. He let's his teeth travel from your cheek to your jawline. Your breath hitches when he kisses down to your neck. His hands move from your upper arms to your hips, gripping firmly.

Your arms move to his chest so you could push him away, but his tongue grazes over the really sensitive spot on your neck. You breath out, a small whimper passing your lips. He feels your body stop shaking, smirking against your neck.

"I'm glad were best friends,
(Y/n)." He whispers, feeling your hand clench on his chest, collecting the grey fabric in your hand.

His swirls his tongue around the tender flesh, looking up to see you in shock. Your eyes close, but your expression was unreadable. His eyes close in pure bliss feeling you squirm.

"But I feel like best friends should have nicknames for each other, don't you think?" He moves his hands to your waist, slowly making his way up.

You go to stop him but he bites down harshly on that one spot, making you shriek in pleasure. He opens his eyes and looks down on the dark purple spot, feeling accomplished.

He pulls away from your neck, looking you straight in the eyes. You stare in horror, scared to move an inch. He moves his hands to your upper back, making you mumble a low 'please don't.' He gives a normal smile, placing his forehead on yours.

"I'll call you Princess."