A/N: So…um…well, I don't think there's much I can say for myself here. I can still write a super fluff-filled relationship with angsty stuff happening around them, right? I would blame it on character development, but I'm pretty sure someone would call me out on that.

More sex! Because…um…sex!

On another note, you ever have a thing planned out and stuff is going great, and then one of your characters throws you a curveball that you have no idea what to do about? Yeah. So, Sans just threw me that curveball. Grillby is that curveball. Because of the nature of this story (being a reader insert and so basically from the reader's perspective) I'm not sure how I'm going to explore this new thing. I know what's going to happen and how it's going to happen from Sans' POV, but it's getting inside Sans' head from the reader's perspective that is making my writer guts cringe.

I really hope that all made sense.

Consequently, I may need a little extra time before the next update to figure shit out. Worst case scenario is you all get a side project that you may or may not even want to read featuring Sansby while only getting some hints of that within this story. Sans has some shit to work through, and Grillby is essential to his being able to work through it.

No matter how all that works out, it won't be more than a few days before chapter 12 is ready to go.

Enjoy?!

Chapter 11

You woke up early on Wednesday morning to the sound of police sirens and ambulances outside your building. With a curious frown, you peeked out the window to see several people standing around in the yard, some in uniform and others still in their pajamas. You slipped on a jacket and your sandals despite the cold spring morning and went out to see what was going on.

You stepped up to a middle-aged guy, one of your neighbors from a building over, and watched in horror as a stretcher was wheeled out of the apartment next to yours—covered in a white sheet.

"What the fuck?"

The guy—you thought his name was Nicholas—startled at your words. "Oh, hey. Some dude was murdered last night."

You knew that guy. You had talked to him just the other night. His name was Bobby, and he was barely out of his teenage years. He was in college to become a computer engineer and had so much life ahead of him.

"How—I mean…" You had no words. "What happened?"

"They're saying it was a monster," Linda, your neighbor on the other side, said as she stepped up to you. "Some kind of dog."

You shook your head. "No, I know the dogs; they'd never do something like this." Okay, so you didn't actually know the dogs, but you knew they worked with Papyrus.

Nicholas took a step away from you. "You're one'a them monster fuckers, aren't ya?"

You rolled your eyes. "Not yet. Listen, I'm not trying to say that monsters can't kill people, okay? I'm just saying that all the dogs I've met so far have been very sweet. Poor Bobby."

"heya, sugar."

You shrieked in horror and jumped, turning around to see Sans standing behind you.

"Sans! You motherfucker! Warn a girl next time, okay? I just about peed my fucking pants, Jesus Christ." Your instincts told you to reach out and smack him, but you stopped yourself. Instead, you pulled him into a hug. "Did you hear about what happened?"

He nodded and hugged you back. "that's why i'm here, actually." He pulled back and looked around the scene. "boss is talkin' to the cops, but he'll be around to see you in a minute. he nearly had a fucking meltdown when we heard where it happened; he thought maybe it was you."

Your heart broke for both of your skeletons. Sans' tone clearly told you he had been afraid of the same thing. You hugged him again.

"I'm okay. A little shaken, but okay."

He nodded again. "good."

You noticed both your neighbors take an exaggerated step away when Papyrus came stalking up to you. He didn't say anything. Before you could even smile at him, he pulled you off the ground into a hug so hard you were almost surprised your bones didn't crack.

"ARE YOU OKAY?" He asked, nuzzling your neck.

"Too tight!" was all you managed to say.

He loosened his grip immediately, but he didn't put you down. You kissed his cheekbone and hugged him back. "I'm okay, baby."

He finally managed to put you down but kept an arm around you. "IT WASN'T THE DOGS. NOT THE ONES I WORK WITH, ANYWAY. THERE IS EVIDENCE OF A FEW MONSTERS HAVING BEEN THERE LAST NIGHT. UNDYNE AND I WILL NEED TO QUESTION THE TEMMIES."

You'd met Undyne a few times and each time was just as terrifyingly memorable as the last. She was a blue fish monster with fiery red hair and gills. She reminded you of the kinds of creatures you might find making their homes inside underwater volcanos. Having met her gave you a little more understanding of how and why Papyrus was the kind of captain he was.

The Temmies, however, you'd never heard of. "Who are the Temmies?"

Sans chuckled. "temmie and her whole brood are the evilest little shits the underground produced. i think they actually liked it down there."

"REGARDLESS, AS IT IS WITH HUMAN LAW, THEY ARE INNOCENT UNTIL PROVEN GUILTY."

You really hoped it didn't turn out to be a monster who had killed anyone. Not only would it look bad on all monsters, but you didn't want Papyrus to have to deal with that. You snuggled closer to his side.

Papyrus and Sans stayed with you as long as they could while the area was cleaned up. You called into work, a little too shaken to consider actually going anywhere, and was happy when your boss didn't pitch a fit about it.

After the skeletons left, you spent your day trying to stay relaxed. You wished there was something you could do to help with the investigation. In the end, the most you could do was offer your support to all of your monster friends.

Although you had wanted to spend some time with Papyrus that weekend, he was busy with legal matters. You made sure he at least knew you were thinking about him and instead went to spend time with your other friends.

Being alone in your apartment was getting harder to deal with as the days passed. There had been a few times at night that you were woken by the fear that someone was breaking in. You'd lost count of how many times you'd swept the place and discovered nothing amiss. You'd feel a little better until you wondered for the millionth time if Sans was the only monster who could teleport.

As it turned out, he was. You'd asked him about it, telling him about your restless nights, and he'd assured you that no other monster had that ability. He also made you promise that you would call him if you ever felt threatened, no matter the time. Because he could teleport, he and Papyrus would be with you in an instant.

There was finally a break in the case a week later. Evidence discovered through the autopsy and at the crime scene proved that the murderer had been human. Although the DNA found wasn't a match to anyone in any database, it was clearly an adult human male. The three Temmies who had been held on suspicion were released, and you went with Papyrus and Sans to a small party held out of relief that the monsters had been cleared.

You had hoped that knowing without a doubt monsters hadn't been responsible for your neighbor's death would help ease your nightly tensions, but it seemed to only make them worse.

It came to a head one night when, as you laid awake in your bed, you heard your front door handle rattle. It hadn't been in your mind. You knew what you had heard. You got up and silently stalked to the door, peeking out of the peephole. Nobody was there, but you were almost certain you did see a shadow move. You tried to tell yourself that it was just a drunk neighbor who forgot where they lived, but when you heard something scrape at your window, your heart went into overdrive.

You dashed to your room and grabbed your phone, already dialing Sans' number without even thinking and sliding down the wall by your bed to sit on the floor.

"heya." He sounded half asleep.

"Sans?" You weren't sure why you were whispering, but you couldn't force yourself to speak at a normal volume if you tried.

"sugar? what's up?"

"I don't know…I think someone is outside. I'm scared, Sans."

Your phone beeped as the call ended. You swallowed hard and was about to call him back when you heard a strange pop come from your living room.

"sugar?"

"Y/N? WHERE ARE YOU?"

Oh, thank god. You rushed into the room and all but threw yourself at Papyrus. Sans was gone in an instant, probably checking around your place. You really wanted to hold him tight as well, make sure nothing ever happened to him. He appeared again only a moment later.

"there's a guy out smokin' by the dumpster, but i didn't see anyone else. dumpster dude says he didn't see nothin'."

Papyrus nodded and let you go to check the door and all the windows. He discovered one window was unlocked, and your blood ran cold as he told you it had been jimmied open from the outside.

"YOU'RE NOT STAYING HERE TONIGHT," he said matter-of-factly.

A part of you couldn't agree more, but another part was adamant that you would not be driven out of your own fucking home.

"But I have to work tomorrow. I can't take off any more time, and even if Sans can bring me home in the morning I'll still…I don't know…" You wrapped your arms around yourself. You desperately didn't want to be alone.

"boss, why don't you stay here with her?"

Papyrus sighed in the way that told you he was beyond annoyed. Here he was doing you a massive favor and you had to go and annoy him. Go you.

"I'm sorry."

"he ain't upset at you, sugar."

Papyrus turned to you then, a perplexed expression on his face. "WHY ON EARTH WOULD I BE UPSET WITH YOU, Y/N?"

You shrugged. "Because I'm…I don't know. You have things to do, too; more important than anything I have going on." You couldn't meet his eyes.

"'sides, teleportin' more than one extra person is risky."

For some reason, Sans seemed to be all for Papyrus staying with you. Your gut churned at the idea that you might be pressuring him to do so.

"I'll be okay. You don't need to stay." You held your stomach tighter. Now that you had confirmation that someone was actually trying to break into your apartment, you felt like you might choke if you were left here alone. You weren't sure which was worse, that paralyzing fear or the guilt that came from the idea of Papyrus staying just to make you feel safe when he had other places he'd rather be.

Papyrus stepped up to you and placed a hand on your cheek, making you look up at him. "DO YOU NOT WANT ME TO STAY?"

The sudden change in his demeanor nearly left you with whiplash. The look on his face now told you that he wanted nothing more than to stay with you. You weren't sure what to think.

"Of course I want you to stay, Papyrus, but I'm not a helpless little girl." As tough as you wanted to be, another part of you really wanted to just let your boyfriend protect you.

"I NEVER SAID YOU WERE. HOWEVER, THE FACT IS THAT ONE HUMAN HAS ALREADY BEEN MURDERED AND I SURE AS FUCK AM NOT GOING TO LET YOU BE NEXT. I'LL STAY HERE WITH YOU. SANS IS RIGHT; TELEPORTING WITH MORE THAN ONE ADDITIONAL PERSON IS DANGEROUS, ESPECIALLY WHEN HE'S TIRED." He glanced over at his brother and made a face.

Sans grinned. "cool. have a good night, bro. don't do nothin' i wouldn't do." He winked.

Papyrus scowled. "FOR FUCK'S SAKE, SANS; WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE LIKE THIS?"

Sans just shrugged before he stepped up to you and pulled you into a hug. "we both know you'll be fuckin' her before the night is over."

Okay. Now everything made sense. Papyrus never was upset or even annoyed with you; he was irritated by Sans and his godforsaken attempts at being funny.

"I thought I told you to lay off the sex stuff, Sans." You pulled back and gave him a glare.

He frowned. "both'a ya are no fuckin' fun. i'm goin' home. see ya tomorrow, boss."

"GOOD RIDDANCE."

Sans chuckled before disappearing.

Both you and Papyrus stood in the living room, you staring at the carpet, for a few long moments, before Papyrus sucked in a breath and walked up to you.

"I ASSUME YOU'RE PROBABLY TIRED."

You leaned into him, so grateful to have him with you, and nodded. "Yeah. Do you want…I mean, are you? Tired?" You looked up at him.

He touched your cheek and leaned in to kiss your lips softly. "NO. I DON'T REQUIRE A LOT OF SLEEP AND I'VE ALREADY HAD MY NAP. GO TO BED; I'LL FIGURE OUT SOMETHING TO ENTERTAIN MYSELF WITH."

You nodded and kissed him again before retreating to your bedroom. It was strange, laying down knowing that Papyrus was doing something in your living room. As tired as you were, you simply couldn't get back to sleep.

After tossing and turning for over an hour, you gave up. You got out of bed and went to find Papyrus lounging on the couch with a book. He looked up at you as you approached.

"IS EVERYTHING OKAY?"

You nodded as you contemplated how you were going to sit next to him. You had to take a second to appreciate his long body. He had propped himself up on one arm of the couch at his middle back and the rest of his lower body took up all three cushions. Fuck, he was hot.

"Yeah, I just couldn't get back to sleep."

Before you could make a decision on how you were going to sit down, Papyrus closed the book and set it on the coffee table. He sat up just enough to reach out to you, then he pulled you down on his lap. You squirmed enough to get comfortable and laid down with your head on his chest and your legs between his. Laying on a skeleton like this really was not comfortable, no matter how hard you wanted it to be. His ribs and hips poked into you despite your attempts at positioning yourself in different ways.

"YOU'RE NOT COMFORTABLE."

It wasn't a question, but you found yourself shaking your head anyway. "No, not really. I'm sorry."

He kissed your head before pushing you up to sit on his femurs. "I DON'T UNDERSTAND WHY YOU APOLOGIZE FOR THINGS THAT AREN'T YOUR FAULT. I DON'T THINK I EVER WILL UNDERSTAND, BUT I'VE HEARD THAT I SHOULD JUST SAY 'IT'S OKAY'."

You had to laugh at that. "I've tried really hard to stop doing that, but sometimes it just happens without me thinking about it. I want to lay with you, but I don't think I can lay on you."

Without a word, he sat up and shifted so one of his arms was around your back and the other under your legs, then he stood up. You yelped in surprise but settled down quickly when you realized he was carrying you to your bedroom. He set you down on your bed and kissed you before walking around to the other side of the bed. After taking a moment to kick off his shoes, he laid down next to you.

You grinned as you sidled up to him, propping yourself up on an elbow to better see his face. "You're too good to me."

He snorted. "I AM THE PERFECT AMOUNT OF GOOD TO YOU."

You kissed his teeth. "Yes, you are."

His arms wrapped around you, and you shifted to snuggle into his side. Laying next to him like this felt amazing. You could push your full body against him and twine your legs with his. His fingers gently scratched up and down your arm. It nearly tickled, but at the same time felt too good to say anything about it.

"Thank you for coming. I feel so much safer with you here." You squeezed your arm around his chest and kissed his ribs.

"I REALLY DO WISH YOU WOULD LEAVE THIS PLACE. I HAVE BEEN LOOKING AT APARTMENTS NEAR SANS AND ME." He looked down at you. "EVEN IF YOU WANTED TO STAY OUT THIS WAY, THIS COMPLEX IS GETTING WORSE."

You nodded and pushed yourself closer to him, closing whatever imaginary gap there may have been between your bodies. "I've actually been looking, too. The only thing keeping me out here is my job, which I don't like. I've considered looking for jobs out that way."

"WILL YOU LET ME HELP? YOU CAN USE ME AS A REFERENCE, WHICH MAY INCREASE YOUR CHANCES OF GETTING HIRED IN A MONSTER-DOMINATED AREA."

You sat up on your elbow again. "That would be awesome. Do you know anyone who's hiring? What about that Grillby guy with the bar? If he's just opening—"

"I WOULD PREFER YOU DIDN'T WORK FOR GRILLBY. SANS IS ADAMANT THAT HE'S CHANGED, BUT EVEN IF HE DID TURN OUT TO BE A RELATIVELY DECENT MONSTER, YOU'D BE AROUND DRUNKEN MONSTERS ALL NIGHT. THAT WOULD MAKE ME VERY UNCOMFORTABLE."

You really couldn't argue with that. As sure as you were that you could handle yourself, you didn't want to be put in a situation where you might have to get aggressive with potentially low-HP monsters. "All right, I'll concede that might not be a great idea."

He pulled you down for a kiss. "THANK YOU. I'LL ASK AROUND AND FIND OUT WHO'S HIRING AND LET YOU KNOW IF I COME ACROSS ANYTHING INTERESTING. WILL YOU ALSO GET ME A COPY OF YOUR RESUME?"

What a strange conversation to have with your boyfriend in the middle of the night as you cuddled together in bed. The fact that it was the first time the two of you had been in a bed together made it all the more odd. "Sure."

"WHEN IS YOUR LEASE UP HERE?"

"At the end of May, so I have to wait a few months."

"HOW MUCH WOULD YOU NEED TO PAY IF YOU WERE TO BREAK THE LEASE EARLY?"

Yeah, no. Whatever he was thinking, it was just no.

"I don't know, but you aren't allowed to pay anything off for me."

He huffed and gave you a side glance. "FINE. HOWEVER, SHOULD THERE BE ANOTHER SECURITY INCIDENT HERE, I WILL BE SPEAKING WITH MANAGEMENT ABOUT THE TERMS OF YOUR LEASE."

"Ugh, okay. I guess that's acceptable." Good lord, you were starting to sound like him. The thought made you giggle.

"WHAT?"

You laughed harder and rolled onto your back. He rolled with you, now hovering over you with his arms on either side of your head.

"I'm just really glad you're here." You reached up to frame his face and pulled him down for a kiss.

He kissed you deeply, one hand slipping beneath your head while the other began to gently explore your side and hip. Your hands wound around his shoulders and pulled him closer, willing him to press his body against yours. His fingers against your body dragged harshly up your side but this time didn't stop until it rested against your breast.

He pulled back and watched your face as he squeezed gently. "IS THIS OKAY?"

You smiled and nodded, putting one hand over his on your chest. "Very much okay."

He kissed you again, this time allowing his hand to explore both your breasts as his hand in your hair gripped tightly. Whatever research he'd done hadn't been just on how to finger a girl to orgasm, because he knew all the right places to touch. He pinched your nipples, gently rolling them between his fingers, before finally slipping his hand under your shirt. His bones directly on your skin felt so good, and you found yourself pulling up his shirt without realizing what you were doing.

Papyrus pulled back, sitting up to strip his shirt off and toss it off the bed, before settling back down beside you and slipping his hand right back under your shirt. This time, he kept eye contact as he rolled a nipple between his phalanges.

"I WANT TO FUCK YOU," he said, dragging his fingertips down your torso to the waistband of your pajama pants.

You couldn't hold back a whimper as your hands clenched on his bones. "I want that, too, baby."

He kissed you again, desperate in his hunger, as he pulled you close to him and nudged his way between your legs. Your hips bucked forward on their own, and you were thoroughly rewarded with the feel of his erection straining in his pants. Your bodies moved together, humping each other as you devoured each other's mouths.

Without warning, Papyrus all but shoved you onto your back and pulled away to stand up. You were about to say something before you realized what he was doing. He stripped off his pants before pulling you up to remove your clothing as well. He wasn't slow or gentle, but the need in his actions fueled your own desire.

"WHERE DID YOU PUT THE CONDOMS?" He sounded almost desperate as he laid you back down and hovered over you.

"In the second drawer over there." You gestured to the small end table by the side of your bed. The two of you had gone condom shopping to prepare for what you hoped was the inevitability of finding yourselves in the exact situation you were in.

He got into the drawer and found what he was after. You watched with eager satisfaction as he put the condom on, then moved to hover over you again. Then, he frowned.

"DO YOU WANT MORE FOREPLAY? I'M NOT BEING A VERY GOOD PARTNER, AM I?"

He nearly drew back, but you caught him and pulled him close. "You are being an amazing partner, baby. I don't need anything but you." You kissed him and spread your legs, hoping to encourage him.

He nodded and let himself relax a little as he got into position. You met his eyes as you felt the tip of his dick at your entrance. His sockets closed as he pressed in, moving slowly to allow your body to adjust to his size. Thankfully, he seemed to understand that your body would need a little extra time since he was so fucking big, and he stopped when your body tensed up. You held him tightly, moaning softly at each new sensation, until he was seated deep inside you.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice nearly a whisper.

You nodded, clutching at his bones and so eager for movement. "Please, baby…"

He kissed you deeply as he began rocking against you. Every single movement drove him even deeper until his tip brushed against your cervix, causing a hard moan to rip from your throat. You threw your head back against the pillows and arched your back, silently begging him for more. It didn't matter how many times you'd done this in the past, everything about him was a new experience. Each soft spike on the underside of his cock stimulated your cunt in ways you never knew existed, the studs on the tip were a hard contrast to the subtle give of his magic, and his utter reach inside you was something you'd only ever experienced with toys.

"Fuck…Papyrus, baby, it feels so fucking good!" Your hips moved to meet every one of his thrusts, already spiraling toward an epic orgasm.

He held your hair tightly as he kissed you, moaning softly into your mouth as each movement increased in speed until he was fucking you hard enough to slam the headboard against the wall with each thrust. You cried out, an incoherent demand for more, as your toes curled and every muscle in your body tensed.

You came hard, your pussy clamping so tightly around his dick it was nearly painful. He growled deep in his chest, slowing his movements to allow you to ride out the most intense orgasm of your life. Your whole body throbbed with aftershocks as he began to pick up the pace once again, working toward his own end. He didn't last much longer. You felt him throbbing inside you as he came, and just the sensation of twitching nearly made you cum again.

He pulled out slowly and gently massaged your overworked cunt before he moved to throw the condom away. He laid next to you, panting hard and utterly exhausted, and you barely managed to summon the strength required to cuddle against him.

"If you ever call yourself a bad partner again, I'm going to hurt you."

He smirked. "TO BE FAIR, I NEVER ACTUALLY CALLED MYSELF A BAD PARTNER. I WAS SIMPLY WORRIED I WASN'T BEING A VERY GOOD ONE." He kissed your forehead. "I THINK I'VE PROVEN MYSELF WRONG."

"You sure as fuck did. Holy shit, Papyrus, that was incredible. I'm gonna die now, okay?"

"NO. YOU CAN'T JOKE ABOUT DYING." He looked down at you and kissed your nose. "YOU ARE WELCOME TO PASS OUT, HOWEVER."

You snorted. "Duly noted. Goodnight, baby."

His arms, still shaking lightly, tightened around you in a brief hug. "GOODNIGHT."

A/N: I HEREBY SOLEMLY SWEAR THAT NOBODY—NOT THE READER OR PAPYRUS OR SANS OR ANY OF READER'S FRIENDS OR ANYONE ELSE—IS GOING TO DIE! That being said, the angsty stuff isn't quite over yet. *runs away to hide for a while*