Jealous?
The trip up to your apartment was quiet. Your phone had died before you could see who had been texting you, but you figured it wasn't a big deal. You rode up to your floor on the elevator, glad that you didn't have to walk up all of those stairs in the heat.
When you got to your door, you were surprised to not hear the TV blaring on the other side. You tried for the handle, but it was locked still. Where the hell was Jay?
There was a noise on the other side of the hall, and you watched as Sans opened his door. He didn't look pleased in the slightest.
"Hey, Sans, have you seen-"
"you didn't answer your phone."
"It died, and I was kind of busy with work and everything."
The skeleton eyed you for a second, the little white lights in his eyes darker than normal. "some guy was trying to get into your apartment earlier."
"Yeah, I heard you ran him off. But where is he now? I gave him my key and-"
"you really gave him your key?"
You nodded, unsure of what was going on, "I trust Jay."
Sans smile seemed so false, and it faltered slightly white he spoke again. "he's in my place. didn't think he was tellin the truth about you just giving him your keys."
"I've known Jay for forever, Sans. You can trust him."
You walked with him to his apartment, slipping inside. Jay was sitting on the couch, looking more on edge than you had ever seen him. He was always so laid back- wether that was his personality or his... herbs. The moment he saw you, his eyes lit up and he sprang to his feet.
"______! Chica! Tell your friend here to let me go, huh? I feel like a prisoner in this place, all held up for a good three hours." He wrapped you up in a tight hug, and you saw Sans out of the corner of your eye, nearly frowning.
"We can go chill at my place now. Still have the key?" Sans cleared his throat beside you. You pulled away from Jay and looked at Sans' open palm, which held your key. "You can come with, Sans. Maybe my favorite boys can get along if I'm around."
Jay laughed and Sans fought that perfect cyan from his cheeks. "sure, if it's, uh, alright with jay."
Smiling, you pulled them both outside and to your door. You grabbed the key from Sans' hand, lingering for a moment before unlocking your door. Jay kicked off his shoes, or as he called them, "kicks," at your door, and you followed suit.
"So you guys want something to eat?" You asked, heading toward the kitchen. Jay muttered something that translated to "yes," and Sans said nothing. When you turned to reach into a cabinet, you realized that the skeleton had followed you.. "Oh, hey."
"we okay?"
You frowned, wondering why on earth he'd ask that. "Of course we are? Why wouldn't we be?"
"you didn't text me back all day, and then i find out you're hanging with another guy." Sans' eyes held yours, and you felt horrible. No wonder your phone had gone off so many times.
"Sans, no, it's not like that with Jay."
He broke eye contact, instead staring at the floor. "you gave him a key to your place."
"Sans," you paused, waiting for him to look at you. He didn't, so you decided to do something brave. You gently took hold of his jaw, moving his head to look at you. Wasting no time, giving yourself no time to overthink, you planted your lips on his teeth.
Last time, it had felt more human- almost as if he had lips. But this time, it was different. His teeth were cold and hard against your lips. You didn't care, though. You kissed him anyways, until he realized what was happening and kissed you back. You stayed like that, all but melting in his arms. Or at least, until you remembered that Jay was in the next room. You parted, both of you flushing furiously.
"how weirded out do you think he'll be when he sees me drinking ketchup?" Sans asked, his smile much more real now, more reassured.
"Well," you thought for a moment, "He drank mustard on a dare once."
Sans shook his head, pulling the ketchup out for himself. "I could never drink mustard. I'm not that edgy."
"Fair enough." You laughed, grabbing some chips from the cabinet.
You walked back into the living room, Sans at you hip. Flopping down in the middle of the couch, you tossed the chips onto Jay's lap. Sans quickly joined on your other side, putting his arm around your waist and pulling you closer to him. You blushed at the gesture, surprised that Sans would be so obvious.
"I thought you didn't like these?" Jay held up the bag of chips, sloppily ripping the package open.
"Apparently I still get your favorites out of habit." You shrugged, glancing at Sans, who had the bottle of ketchup tipped up to his teeth. You tapped on Jay's knee and motioned to the skeleton beside you.
Jay watched in a mixture of amazement and horror as Sans downed the ketchup, a smug grin on the monster's face. "Is that really-?"
"mhm," Sans made an audible gulp before setting down the bottle.
"Chica, I think your new friend is trying to impress me." The natural purr in his voice was accompanied by a smirk. Jay continued to flip through channels, shoveling the chips into his mouth. You saw Sans' eyes light up when he landed on the discovery channel, but Jay quickly went to the next channel.
"Hey Jay, isn't it still shark week? We could watch that." You offered, more for Sans' sake more than for your own.
"Guess so. Nothing better to watch." Jay spoke as he flipped back to the previous channel.
Sans' eyes lit back up, and he whispered a quiet "thank you."
"Nerd," you taunted.
His grip on you slackened for a moment, and by the time you had turned to look at him, his boney fingers were dancing on your side.
Oh no.
You bit your lip, trying to lean away from his hand. But of course, that meant you moved closer to him. You were caught in Sans' tickling grip. And that couldn't be good. How could he even know that you were so ticklish?
Suddenly, Sans had another hand on you. He ticked both sides of your ribs, an evil grin on his face.
You gave in, laughing up a storm. "S-s-s-stop it!" You looked over at Jay, wondering now how he hadn't reacted. But when you made eye contact, he had a huge, smug grin on his face. "What d-did you do!" you managed between the laughter.
Jay shrugged, but the look on his face stayed the same. "I may have told him you were ticklish. He wanted me to prove that I knew you."
"he wasn't wrong."
"N-not fair!" Whining, you slipped out of Sans' grasp, landing on the floor. "I changed my mind, Papyrus is my favorite now." You pouted, still shuddering.
"That the other skeleton?" Jay asked, pushing himself onto the floor to join you.
You nodded, glancing up at Sans, who looked as smug as ever. "You might meet him soon."
Jay nodded and went back to eating. Sans was wrapped up in shark week. You say there for a minute or two before you broke the silence.
"How's Ginny?" You asked Jay, noticing from the corner of your eye that Sans was swinging his feet.
"he has a girlfriend?" Sans asked, disbelieving. "guess i had no reason to be worried, huh?"
You couldn't help but laugh, letting out an unattractive snort. "Jay is incredibly single."
"what?"
"It's a lizard, ya weirdo." Jay shook his head, laughing.
"thought ginny was a person name," Sans paused, seeing that neither of you looked moved. "don't you guys name pets... i dunno, weird things?"
"It's a reference." You leaned against the foot of the couch, bringing up your knees.
"to what?"
"Harry Potter?" You and Jay spoke together.
Sans sits there, a confused look on his face. "who?"
You couldn't believe this. Sure, he'd only been on the surface for about 6 months, but seriously! It was Harry Potter! How did someone just not know about Harry Potter? Jay must have been having the same thought process as you, because you both looked at each other, ready to debate.
"House." You both spoke, then taking a quick glance at Sans, who looked mildly horrified.
The bickering lasted a few minutes, and even a few google searches, but eventually you got your way. After all, you knew Sans better than Jay did. Eventually, you agreed on a house: Ravenclaw.
__________
You spent the next hour or so explaining a very brief outline of the book series to Sans, with Jay's help of course. You were trying to leave out spoilers in hopes to get him to watch the movies at least, and by the time Jay had finished the chips you could hear Papyrus coming up the stairs.
"Woah, what the shit?" Jay says, turning towards the door.
"in here, paps!" Sans yelled to him. He gave you a questioning look suddenly, which quickly turned into a worried one. "shit, didn't think to clear it with you first-"
"Sans, you and Papyrus are always welcomed here."
Just then, Papyrus opened the door, striding into your apartment. "BROTHER, WHY ARE YOU WITH THE HUM-" The skeleton stopped short, taking in the view of you, Jay, and Sans. "OH, HELLO! I AM THE GREAT PAPYRUS! WELCOME, NEW HUMAN." Jay shook the skeleton's outstretched hand, gazing up at the tall monster.
"Papyrus, this is Jay. Jay, this is Papyrus," you introduced them.
"THE /GREAT/ PAPYRUS!" He reminded you.
"anyone can tell how great you are, bro." You nodded, agreeing with Sans.
"So this is what you've been doing since you moved?" Jay asked you, staring at Papyrus, who towered over him. "Hanging out with skeletons?"
"What's wrong with that Jay? I just wanted to get to know my inner self."
Sans gave you a high five, chuckling, "told ya you could get that joke in somewhere."
Jay groaned at your pun, pulling himself back onto the couch. "I heard enough puns while he was keeping me hostage."
"SANS, I THOUGHT WE WEREN'T ALLOWED TO CAPTURE HUMANS ANY MORE."
"wasn't gonna keep him there forever, just till _______ got home."
"I could have been watching movies, dude!" Jay whined, sinking into the couch.
You took a moment, looking around you. Four people, three spots on the couch. You needed more seating.
"Bean bag chair." Jay said, catching your sight.
"Yes!" Popping up from the ground, you gave him a quick hug, running to your room. "Papyrus, go ahead and sit down!" You grabbed the chair from the corner of your room, glad that Jay was close enough to know when you were worried. Before you could make it back to the living room, Sans appeared in the hallway.
"you don't have to worry so much, y'know? one of us standin' there isn't w big deal."
"I needed more than just a couch in there anyways," you sidestepped him, bean bag chair in your arms.
"guess we won't be sitting so close then, huh?"
You couldn't help but blush at his comment. "We could still sit on the couch." The two of you walked back into the living room, and you sat the chair down on one side of the couch.
"WOWIE, I'VE NEVER SEEN A CHAIR LIKE THAT!" Papyrus said, absolutely delighted. He jumped up from the couch and sat in the chair instead, gasping as his bones hit the plastic. "IT FEELS LIKE A MILLION LITTLE BEANS!"
"That's basically what's in it. Don't sink too far in though, I'm not sure if you'll get back up." You laughed, sitting back down int the middle of the couch. Sans joined you, and you all settled in for a while.
Jay's eyes, as well as Papyrus', were glued onto the TV. You pretended to watch, but your main focus was on Sans and wether his hands were on yours or a round you waist. At one point he fiddled with your hair, twirling it around his fingers. You stole so many glances at him, and giggled softly every time you were caught. He caught you nearly every time, since he was already looking. The first time he had blushed, but after the tenth time he just grinned more.
It must have been 7 before any of you remembered to eat. Figuring that it would be the easiest thing to do, you ordered take out for everyone. Sans demanded on at least paying for Papyrus and himself, though he tried to pay for you and Jay as well, since he was "intruding"
The four of you ate dinner together, and after that Jay left, a few minutes later Papyrus started yawning, so Sans told you that they would be leaving too. Papyrus gave you a big, warm hug before running out the door. Sans gave you a kiss on your cheek, winking as he strolled after his brother.
That was it. You were done for. Of all of the people you could fall for, of course it was a skeleton. A living, breathing skeleton. But in those last few moments, as you watched him walk away, you realized how much you didn't care. No matter what people thought, no matter what people said, you knew him. You knew Sans. You knew how you felt. You just hoped that he felt the same way.