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Not married but I got multiple Househusbands?

Summary:

Working full-time isn't easy, but it's worth it. What's not worth is the mess you leave at home, the late visits to the market, or wasting free days just to do housework. Since a kid, you hated doing chores and always wondered if there's a way to escape from it. And what about a househusband? Or better, a lot of househusbands so they don't overwork themselves? It sounds dumb, was what you thought...

Notes:

Hello new reader, welcome to my new fic. Hope you enjoy your stay, sorry we don't have treats you will need to eat and drink the ones you have at your home.
For the ones who don't know my style I will just warn that I have poor English, but feel free to leave a comment or a tip.

I don't know when I will post the next chapter, so if you don't want to frustrate yourself I recommend don't start reading... Thank you for the comprehension and have fun if you think the risk is worth it or you are just too bored to care.

Chapter 1: Prologue

Chapter Text

It was around midday in Surface Ebott city. Streets busy with people going back and forth.

At a particular dinner, there was a human seated at the counter chatting vibrantly with the waitress, a pop cat monster. 

“But, you know, why don’t you employ someone to clean for you?” Catty laughed at your misery while preparing some milkshakes.

“Because I don’t have a regular agenda. I mean, sometimes I will need once or twice a week, but sometimes I will only need after a month.” You gruff between eating your fries. “Also, dealing with those cleaning companies is a pain in the ass.”

“Cheapskate” she hummed, before announcing to the other waiter that the milkshakes were ready.

“No, I am not. I just don’t like strangers at my home.” You pointed a potato in her direction “If I was, I wouldn’t be eating take out every day. Everybody knows it is cheaper to eat homemade food than buy.” You stated matter of fact.

“Unless, you know, ate junky.” She said serving you your hamburger.

“I would die.”

Your mouth watered at the view, not losing time before digging in.

“Like, I know what you need girl.” She leaned on the counter, head supported by her paws and tail swinging mischievously.

You raised a brow to her in motion for her to keep going.

“A hot husband.”

Munched food almost came flying from your mouth, but your hand was quick enough to trap that inside.

“Did someone said, like, hot husband?” the crocodile monster approached curiously.

Catty and Bratty today oversaw drinks, so when all clients are served the beverage, they can get a break, even in rush hours. And today, decided to use their free time to pester you while you were in mid of a rough cough.

 “You got it right Bratty. Like, think, a super-hot hubby doing all the chores while little (Y/n) work.”

It was funny to see them talk like you were not the subject.

“OMG Catty, and when she arrives home, he, like, hold her in his arm. Best. Scenario. Ever.” She just arrived and was already shrieking with her best friend “But, why are we, like, talking about her husband?”

“Because IT’S OBVIOUS she needs someone to take care of her home, aka, a househubby.”

 After taking a deep breath of a near-death experience you finally understand where she is coming from.

“I decline,” you said with torn eyes looking for your glass of water.

They made a childish fart noise with their mouth.

“I don’t need a husband. I am great by myself.” You tried to convince them to give up on this silly subject.

“We know” Bratty started crossing her arms.

“But you’re always busy and hate stuff like cleaning” her friend added.

“And laundry”

“And dusting”

“And any type of house chore”

“You like fresh-made food.”

“Also, we don’t even know why you have a fridge if you don’t even use that.”

They kept going, ignoring your bothered face. If it wasn’t about you, you would be impressed by their synchronization.

“Okay, okay. I got it.” You admitted frustrated, earning twins smug smirk “But that doesn’t mean I need a husband. I hate house chores, but I do them in my free time. And ordering take-out doesn’t hurt my budget, you know my work always pays off. About the fridge… you may be right. I should sell and buy a mini-refrigerator just for leftovers and drinks.” You mumbled the last part.

They didn’t look convinced before Catty eyes shined.

“OMG Bratty I had an idea!”

“OMG Catty, tell me.”

And they entered their own world again. You just observed while digging in your meal.

“What if we, like, told that to that guy!”

“You are a genius! He will totally be up for this.”

You just sighed, seems like this subject won’t die easily. You should just deal with that.

The two monsters kept mushing about the details and trying to indulge you to be open-minded about the idea. Taking turns between orders and talking to you.

What the human didn’t notice was a very familiar skeleton sitting in the booth close to the window.  He caught everything about that conversation…

And needed to set his game.

Chapter 2: How it started

Summary:

Here come the skeletons...

Notes:

Hey yo guys. Hope everybory is safe and sane(as possible giving the circunstance).
I know I said it would take time to post a new chapter, I am only posting this one because
1. It's already ready
2. I thought it was unfair you guys only have that short prologue
3. WTF almost 50 kudos in a day?

The chapter 3, I started writing.... a few months ago... so .... yeah... sorry fellows,it will take time.
Sorry for being like this and probably being a jerk...

Also, I made a new set of nicknames for the skeleton crew! It was created based on fonts names....

UT Sans - Comic
UT Paps - Roman
US Sans - Berlin
US Paps - Calisto
UF Sans – Coal (charcoal)
UF Paps - Onyx
SF Sans - Radis
SF Paps – Mar(Marlett)

Do you think it would be interesting I keep this on notes every chapter?

 

Enjoy the chapter and have a good week.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Berlin was in front of your apartment. Contrasting from his usual sportive cool clothes, he was wearing a nice gray blazer with a baby blue shirt, dark blue shoes, and his irreplaceable blue bandana. Once more he checked his outfit and the resume in his hands.

His soul was humming in anticipation, making him more nervous than it should. After all, it's only a job interview, like the multiple that he has magnificently got approve. He shouldn’t be shaken just because it was an interview for being the future husband of his long-time crush.

After hearing about you needing a househusband (even if you denied it), the gears inside his skull started to turn. First, it is a good chance to approach her and show her his skills as a perfect mate. He is excellent at house chores and she will not need to worry about him getting tired because of his efficiency. Berlin already does all chores at home, takes care of his brother, works, and has time to himself! Second, he knows his brother also has a crush on her, so if they had the same partner they don’t need to separate.

It's perfect. His plan includes starting as a joke about the whole househusband thing, work as a cleaner and cook, start living together then popping the question to the husband's step.

You should be arriving at any minute.

The sound of steps echoing in the corridor took him from his fantasy and be ready for the action. That until he notices who was walking in his direction. Heavy and calculated steps, unmistakable purple bandana, scar on the eyesocket.

Radis, his counterpart.

What surprised him was his black shirt tucked in light blue denim, unusual from his usually armored self, or even the police uniform.

 

“Radis, Hey… What A Surprise.” He tried to dissolve the tension.

 

“Berlin. I Could Say The Same, What Are YOU Doing Here?” he keeps that suspicious stare while fixing his folder under his arm.

 

“You Know, BUSY.” The lighter skeleton shrugged trying to not expose his frantic state.

 

“That’s Vague.”

 

“Well, I Don…”

 

Their soon-to-be discussion was cut with the sound of a feminine voice down the hallway.

 

“As I said, Roman. Catty and Bratty pulled a prank on you.” you said chuckling at the end.

 

“But It's Understatement That You Need Help! And Who I Am To Miss This Opportunity To Help My Fantastic Friend?” a tall skeleton imposed excited beside you.

 

He was wearing a white shirt tucked in social beige pants, orange sweater vest, signature red scarf, and charming black converse.

The human, on another side, was disheveled. Hair messy, eye bags more evident, the light make-up put in the morning was no longer there and legs almost giving in to just being dragged on the floor instead of stepping. But in their eyes, nonetheless beautiful.

 

“Thank you, buddy, you are incredible. But honestly, I don’t need help. I am fi…” you stopped on your track at the sight of the other two skeletons at your doorstep.

 

“Berlin? Radis? What A Surprise!” Roman voiced your thought with an extra touch of cheeriness.

 

“(Y/n)! Roman!” Berlin saluted matching the taller energy.

 

“Hello, And Indeed It Is Getting More And More Surprising.” Radis greeted in a stoic tone. This encounter was taking a few years of his life spawn.

 

“Well, since you guy are here, would like to go inside?” you offered.

 

“Oh, Yes Please!”

 

“Sounds Delightful.”

 

“Thank You (Y/n)!”

 

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After getting comfortable in your living room, and serving them a cup of black tea, you decided to go straight to the point.

 

“So, Berlin, Radis.” You called making them look at you, both sharing one side of the sofa in the shape of L while Roman sits on the other. “I can only guess that you guys are here because of what Bratty and Catty said?” you mused sitting on the arm of your armchair.

 

The light blue-eyed skeleton tumbled a little with his words, trying to explain his situation but not making real sense. You notice the cyan blush on his face, it's adorable.

 

“You Are Right.” The other said without beating around the bush.

 

They are there because of what those two said, but you don’t need to know that, different from Roman that is the supposed “guy”, they eavesdropped.

Giving a deep sigh you organized your thought to said to them the same you said to Roman before.

 

“I am sorry guys, you were caught on this little joke. There’s no ‘househusband’ job, they were just worried about me overworking. Which wasn’t the case.” You resumed, praying that be enough.

 

It was strange enough one of them signing for the inexistent spot, now more two.

 

“Are You Sure? It Won’t Kill Have A Little Helping Hand Around.” Berlin tried to persuade you, even if didn’t like the idea of competing with his friends.

 

“It Would Take The Weight Of Need To Do House Chores Of Your Shoulders Friend!” Roman appealed to the positivity.

 

“I can’t do that to my friends. And you guys shouldn’t be encouraging me to laziness.” You gave them a sympathetic smile.

 

“Well, In My Point Of View, I Can Clearly See That You Need Someone To Do Something About This Place.” Radis declared cold, evaluating your dust-covered apartment.

 

His examination made you cower a bit, ashamed (it’s been at least a month since the last time you cleaned anything besides the bathroom).

 

“If I Could Suggest A Thing, I Would Say For You Give Us At Least a Trial.”

 

“A trial?”

 

“Good Idea Radis!” Roman praised “You Could Just Experience Our Abilities And After The Trial, You Say If You Would Like To Keep Going Or You Are Fine By Yourself.”

 

“Wait you said 'our'? Will I be doing this experience with all three of you?” you asked confused by what they just decided.

 

You didn’t deny it, which was a good signal for them.

 

“Sounds Fair, Since We Are Working For The Same Position!” Berlin perked up “Unless You Have Any Preference?” He wiggled his bone brow, internally wishing for you to choose him.

 

“Nope, none.” You said plainly “And how exactly will this work?” you sound skeptical.

 

“Probably Organize A Schedule Of Who Will Come Each Day, Having Access To Your Home From Breakfast To Dinner. And About The Keys, You Can Give The Spare For The First One And This Is In Charge To Hand On To The Next.” Radis suggested holding his chin in hand in a thinking manner.

 

You sighed heavily.

 

“You guys won’t give up, isn’t it?” you looked fondly to them, admiring their persistence in helping you.

 

Your soft eyes made their soul give a firm tug forward, messing a little with their inside.

 

“G-GIVE UP IS SOMETHING DISTINCT TO THIS SKELETON” Roman got up in a jump, trying to hold his rising blush. His rattle turning off the indoor-voice filter.

 

“W-WELL, I APPRECIATE IF YOU COULD GIVE US AT LEAST A TRY.” Berlin tried to be cool, leaning back on the sofa looking anywhere besides you.

 

“It’s Just The Expected” Radis mumbled, sitting straight.

 

The change in their demeanor took you by surprise, but not unpleasantly, making you giggle a bit.

 

“Well sounds good for me and did you guys had a price in mind?” you decide amused, sitting properly on the seat instead of the arm of the armchair. Seeing that this talk may take longer so it's better to be comfortable.

 

“There’s Not Need To Pay A Husband.” Berlin purred trying to set up his game, he leaned on his knees still playing cool.

 

Radis slapped his counterpart’s head, pretending he was not blushing.

 

“Oh, hum.” You stuttered, fighting the mild redness on your cheeks “I mean, let’s forget the husband part? I can’t ask for you to do my chores and not pay back…”

 

“Don’t Worry Too Much About It. It’s Not Like We Were Neglecting Our Jobs To Do Something Like This.” The most serious skeleton made the sound of someone cleaning the throat, recomposing himself “After A Big Clean We Only Need To Keep Clean, It Is Not Hard Task. And We Do Not Need Your Money.”

 

“Radis, even if you say that I can’t accept without proper paying you guys. I won’t receive service to things that I don’t wanna do for free.” You stated firm, looking him straight in the eye lights.

 

He kept the same intensity, just narrowing his sockets a little.

 

“Well, Technically You Will Still Be Paying For The Rent And All Shopping Needed.” Roman intervened making you change your attention “But If Still Bother You, Dear (Y/n), What About We Decide This After The Trial Period? Like A Free Trial!”

 

“I don’t know Roman, it still doesn’t feel right…” you turned to the side holding your arm.

 

“What About Another Kind Of Payment? Since We Are Not That Interested In Money.” Berlin suggested innocently.

 

You blushed at the way his phrase sounded, even Radis and Roman looked at him incredulously.

 

“I-I Don’t Mean T-That Way!” he shrieked “I SWEAR I WAS THINKING ABOUT MAYBE HANGING OUT OR LUNCH?”

 

The light blue that covered his face made you snicker. You found it cute that he was embarrassed over his poor choice of words.

 

“Well, I guess that sounds fair since you guys don’t care a lot about money.” You sighed, starting to feel sleepy “We can discuss after what you want as payment.”

 

“Oh, It’s Late! You Must Be Wanting To Sleep Isn’t It, My Friend?” Roman observed kneeling near your seat.

 

“To be honest? Yeah, but probably need to eat something before…” as if synchronized with your words, the stomach rumbled in agreement “Stars, I am so hungry.”

 

Radis shot you a skeptical look.

 

“I Agree That We Should Conclude This In A Better Time.” He started, crossing his arm without taking eyelights from you “But Before We Leave, Care To Inform Us When Was Your Last Proper Meal?”

 

All the sets of sockets are on you now. Cold sweat trickled your back. Your eyes not showing weakness and staring the violet set in the same intensity. Before you gave up, slumping on the armchair in a lazier form.

 

“If you count the muffin I ate in my break, then around 2 pm. Else, breakfast this morning.” You gave your shoulders, not hoping this would satisfy them.

 

“What Did You Ate At Breakfast?” Berlin risked.

 

“A cup of plain coffee.”

 

They gasped. The loud ‘gasp’ word coming from the taller made you chuckle with the cuteness.

 

“Proper meal? I dunno, I guess yesterday at ShinyRoad Dinner.” You mused most to yourself, eyelids feeling heavy.

 

Skipping one more meal sounded pretty good to you now.

 

“I Won’t Admit My Precious Friend In Need Under My Watch!” Roman declared with brand-new energy.

 

“I Can’t Accept This Either!” Berlin got up with a fist. He knew he needed to feed you something better than junk food.

 

“And You Still Dare To Say You Are Okay Alone.” Radis raised from his spot and patted his pants.

 

“I Hope You Don’t Mind We Using Your Kitchen (Y/n).” the tallest asked, his fire almost visible.

 

“Go ahead” you encouraged leaning on the armrest. It would be meaningless to try to fight against those boneheads.

 

Their shared nod was the only signal before they flashed to the kitchen.

It wasn’t the usual sleep lullaby, but the sound of pans, steps, drawers, and cabinet doors felt good enough to lure you into the dreamland.

 

“Maybe it won’t be a bad idea.”

Notes:

Hope you liked the story! My best wishes to everyone!

Chapter 3: How it started II

Summary:

Hello! How's going
So yeah I'm not dead, for now(jk), and there you go a new chapter.
For the new comers welcome to the hell if you like the story and can't wait for a new chapter, and for the survivors, thank you for still being around with hope, glad you still enjoy this... thing.
Hope you all enjoy.

UT Sans - Comic
UT Paps - Roman
US Sans - Berlin
US Paps - Calisto
UF Sans – Coal (charcoal)
UF Paps - Onyx
SF Sans - Radis
SF Paps – Mar(Marlett)

UF Undyne - Saw

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

On the next day, you got home earlier and shoot a text in the new group chat inviting them to come over if they're available to finish the discussion about this agreement. Meanwhile, you changed into more comfortable clothes, a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt. It didn’t take 20 minutes for the three to arrive together and soon you started to talk about business again.

It was decided that they would be at your home from Monday to Friday, taking turns, from 7 am to 8 pm. The spare key to your home would be one and under their responsibility to give to the cleaner of the day. The chores include groceries, laundry (things such as underwear you will clean yourself), cleaning, and cooking. They don’t need to be at your home all time, being free to do whatever they feel like if they finished the chores. Everyone wanted more time to think about the payment and promised to discuss it later.

Radis, who used to deal with that, was in charge of a formal contract, a request of yours.

“Well, now that’s settled, let's take a tour.” You got up from your spot on the sofa, patting your pants to take off the dust and walking ahead.

The three skeleton monsters were following close. The kitchen, bathroom, and living room they are familiar with. Following was the office/library (basically the place you do everything from work to hobbies), the guest room, and your room. The laundry is in the bathroom. You taught them about your home, where you leave cleaning products, and stuff you usually buy in which store, although, if they had any suggestions for better ones you were always open to changes.

“I'll write a note about the days of taking out the trash and put in the fridge,” you added finishing the tour at the start point, the living room. “Any question?”

“If There’s No Problem, We Wanted To Do a Big First Clean Everybody Together!” Roman said cheerfully, sided by his friends looking a bit excited.

“Oh, that’s a good idea, after all, it would be unfair if the first one needed to do the biggest clean alone!” you perked, glad that they thought about that “Also we could see if I left any detail out of my explanation.”

What you said made complete sense and they agreed, not needing to add that you would notice more difference between your mess and the first clean than any of the other efforts to keep the house clean. The first one would have an advantage in seeing small details about you in your mess and probably get more compliments than the following ones.

You all agreed to do those chores the next day, Sunday, starting early in the morning.

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It went peacefully, they just bickered a little when was about your room for some reason... you shrugged that was probably because of the big mess.

Your lunch was delayed a little due to their meticulous cleaning.

About 2 p.m. you all went out to eat something and do groceries. In the middle of the afternoon, they left your place saying something about needing to check if their brothers were alive.

At this point, they could do as they like. All those strange skeletons are your friends and after some ups-down, you knew you could trust them.

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Maybe you should have put more mind into this situation since you jumped at the sight of Berlin in your kitchen on Monday morning.

“Good Morning Friend!” he saluted full of energy while flipping a perfectly made pancake “Hope, you don’t mind, but I borrowed your apron, seeing that I forgot mine.”

“Er… good morning Berlin. Don’t mind, thanks for that…” Your sleepy head took one full minute to understand what was happening and the breakfast that he prepared for you. Seems like you won’t be visiting the convenience store anymore.

“No Problem! C’mon Eat Or You Will Get Late For Your Work.” he said, still facing the stove.

You took a moment to observe him. He was wearing denim pants, beaten sneakers, and a gray T-shirt, overall, your yellow apron with a white alpaca in front. You should buy some indoor shoes and aprons for them.

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When you arrived at 8 pm you were welcomed by him cooking, still in your apartment.

You tried to explain to him that he should not bother himself and work over hours. The cheerful skeleton said that he didn’t mind, and he preferred to stay and make sure you will rest properly.

On the following days, Roman and Radis also gave you greetings in the morning and stayed after 8 pm. That gave you the impression that all of them would stay there until you got home.

You will probably need to send a text when you do extra hours.

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On Thursday, you train with Onyx.

It started after getting closer to him. He, dissatisfied with your unhealthy and weak form, became your trainer. Saw explained that you should agree and use it as a way to let the stress out in the form of energy and cursing your trainer, so in trade, Onyx would learn not to take things personality (as he still corners humans that spend too much time looking at him with disgusted stare).

Usually, you would curse at him while trying not to die in his intensive, but not exaggerated, training routine. At the same time, he keeps giving directions for movements and laughing at your pitiful state, which encourages you to scream more. However, this time, after you mention the visit of his friends to your place and how unbelievable they are for insisting on a job that doesn’t even exist, Onyx became quieter until the end of the training session. Only talked to give instructions.

To your surprise, on the next day, he was before your apartment in a full dark blue business suit. Your eyes, tired from work, almost didn’t believe that there was an elegant edgy skeleton in the middle of the corridor. Even if last week, you just met three with the same vibe.

As expected, he was there to ask permission to join the deal. Onyx handed you his resumé and explained that Roman was kind enough to share all details about this ‘job’ with him last night.

“You Won’t Be Satisfied By Their Poor Attempt Of House Caring. I Can Assure You Beforehand That My Performance Is Exceptional. I Will Show That And You Won’t Regret It.” was his proud way to justify his interest in this arrangement.

Luckily, today was Roman’s day, and the ball of sunshine was excited to guide his counterpart. Going on all things about your home while you ate dinner.

They informed you by the group chat that, to be fair, Onyx would take care of your house for two days in a row after Radis' second day (Monday). And after it will follow the sequence, Berlin-Roman-Radis-Onyx.

You smiled at the screen amused at their diligence, slowly starting to get curious about next chapters of this story.

Notes:

Don't know when the next chapter will be posted :(