#uf!papyrus

goofy edgy dweeb energy /pos

I know he has red magic but i thought the blue contrasted so nicely!

“Even when times seem the hardest, remember to enjoy those small moments that the world gives to one.”

Soooo, got a bit carried away with these. Hope they're still entertaining, but don't expect them to be this long every time. Something about this prompt made me feel this need way more words than necessary. Anyways, I hope you all enjoy these and as always, please write me askes, and with any critics of my work.

SF!Papyrus (Mutt)-

Mutt is a deep lover. If he falls, he falls hard. He starts out as just a friend, slowly growing into best friends, and eventually he has a lightbulb moment. Its like, all of the sudden, he feels his soul shift and suddenly he knows you're the one for him. Once he realizes he has feelings for you, its over. Heart eye-lights at your laughs and chuckles and deep, lovesick sighs when he sees you from afar.

If he's unsure about how you feel, he'll follow you around like a sad little puppy, trying to get your attention and get you to like him. Mutt might even be more physically active than usual, if it means helping, talking, touching, or just generally being around you. He is probably what could most closely be considered “yandere” out of all the skells. He would never hurt you, but he does have a jealous streak, and falls in love in totality.

Mutt's confession is really only going to come once he's absolutely sure you feel the same towards him. Its too risky to tell you and ruin your friendship, at this point he doesn't know what he would do without you in his life. He can deal with chasing off potential suitors, but having you not want to be with him anymore might be too much for him.

🧡🐶❤️

Your best friend is a talking skeleton, that wears a dog collar every day. You should feel more weirded out by this, but honestly Papyrus is the best thing to ever happen to you. It was never your top priority in life to make friends. School, work, and life took first priority. By the time you settled into your life proper, you realized you didn't really have many close friends.

Then came Mutt. When monsters came to the surface, at first a little intimidating, so too came Mutt. Most monsters eventually settled into cities just surrounding Mount Abbot, including your own. In fact, your next door neighbors became the boastful, loud, Sans and his very laid back brother, Papyrus. At first, they only spoke to you when you ran into each other in the halls, but eventually you found yourself invited to dinners, game nights, and even beach days. You really clicked with Mutt, while his brother would bound ahead with Alphys and Chara, you two would sit and make each other laugh. His favorite weapon of choice was riddles with pun answers. The two of you would go back and forth for hours. You eventually became closer and started calling him Mutt because of his ever present collar and his ability to somehow pull the saddest puppy dog eyes on you. He called you Kitty as a rebuttle. Mutt would text you through the day to make you laugh, listen to you complain about your day, bring you food when you got sick, and generally just supporting you as a wonderful friend.

As of late, though, something was very off. Your best friend was acting off. He tripped over his own foot when he saw you from across the parking lot of the apartments. Whenever you looked for him in a crowd, you would find him staring at you with a strange look on his face. He seemed to just follow you from room to room when you went over to his house or he came over to yours. All around, he was acting odd, though, to be completely fair, so had you.

You had come to realize, you were down bad for your skeletal best friend. His smile, his laugh, his jokes, his cute blushing face, everything gave you butterflies. It felt like you had become the frog in the boiling pot suddenly realizing how hot it was. You didn't know what to do, but you did know you loved that skell. (It would be later said by everyone in your friends circle that it was a painful and groan worthy experience watching both of you faun over eachother.)

It was time for your weekly movie night with Mutt again. Usually, an outlet for crappy sci-fi movies or some new series one of you HAD to share, but this week you chose a romcom without really having a reason other than being lovesick yourself.

Popcorn was made, movie was started, and you and Mutt sat on the couch with both your legs intertwined in the middle and heads at opposite ends. It was a little uncomfortable on the smaller couch and your bestie offered to let you lay on his, surprisingly comfortable, chest. After settling into your new position, you find your eyes meeting his every time you look up. Eventually, the two main characters lean in for their kiss and when you look up at his eyes once more, you can’t look away. Mutt seems to be frozen, only his eyes flicking between looking in your eyes and at your lips. You do the same, but Mutt never makes a move, just patiently waiting for you.

It takes a moment, then you pull his collar down, yanking his head forward to press your lips to his skull. The moment you meet in the middle, it's like a floodgates opening. Mutts hands are pulling you closer, deeper, and grabbing your body like a man drowning. When you pull back to breath, his eyelights are orange little hearts, fuzzy around the edges.

“Finally, I've been driving myself crazy wondering how you really feel.” Your skeleton huffs, draping his arms over your back. “You do like me right?” His expression getting a little serious.

“Yes, Mutt, I do love you.” You say as you kiss his cheek. “I love you so much.”

A bright grin spreads across his face, as he soaked up your affection.

“I love you too, Kitty.” Mutt whispers back to you before pulling your lips back to his again.

UF!Papyrus (Boss)-

This boy is a little tougher to crack. Boss isn't going to be as easy to befriend. He keeps his distance from you, but he can't help bit steal glances. The large, loud skell can't help, but see you love on the stray cats of the neighborhood. Petting them till they pur under your hand. He sees your kindness toward his fellow monster, treating them as your equals and friends. Smelling your wonderful cooking in the hall as he walks past. Everything slowly clicking together to make up the picture of you. At some point, boss just knows he needs to get to know you somehow. So he does what he does best, be blunt. A thunderous knock on your door has you scrambling to answer, to find your (cute) monster neighbor towering over you.

“HUMAN, I HAVE COME THIS DAY TO PROPOSE TO YOU A FRIENDSHIP, THE LIKES OF WHICH THE WORLD HAS NEVER SEEN!” Papyrus yells gesturing to himself with grandeur.

And that's honestly how it all starts. After that day, you find Boss at your door almost everyday. It becomes part of your routine to expect to see him, and you can't say you’re upset. The towering skeleton is a little pushy, but you can tell he always means well and just wants to get to know you. He is always chivalrous, helping you bring in groceries, offering his help whenever available, learning to make his cooking, “human safe” and even eventually very good. Along with this, Boss also learns more about you and finds himself increasingly enamored with you.

It's one day, that you have off and know that Sans is busy with one of his jobs one evening, that your relationship shifts. You decided to make dinner for Boss, Rigatoni with vodka sauce and seared chicken. Nothing too difficult, but you remember your boisterous friend telling you how he saw it online and wanted to try it. When Boss walks in and sees the pasta, cooked to perfection, he's done for. You made him something he wanted, something he said in passing, it tastes amazing, and you remembered what he said. It's the nicest thing anyone has ever done for him, and he's smitten.

You notice him starting to be softer with you. Boss’ tone of voice becomes softer, more baritone in nature. He'll make more physical contact with you, hugs, casual brushes, making any excuse to be in contact with you. It becomes harder for him to leave, to not be around you, but he also can't seem to confess his feelings. For the first time in a long time, Boss is afraid. Afraid of scaring you away, and out of his life. It'll take a lot, or maybe even an accident to get him to voluntarily tell you he love you.

❤️💀🖤

Red called you up for a favor, which was already wild enough. He had a job he couldn't skip and as you already knew, Papyrus came down with a cold. The rest of your friends circle was busy, which left you to come over and keep and eye on the sick skell. It was rare for monsters to get sick, but being on the surface brought a lot of new germs. Your “GREAT AND TERRIBLE BEST FRIEND” had already texted you letting you know he was ill, but you had no idea it was bad enough for him to need a sitter.

That's how you ended up here, playing on your phone, next to Boss’ bed, occasionally changing out the towel on his head to keep him cool. The medicine Red gave him had him on the far side of delirious, but kept him from being uncomfortable.

“HELLO HUMAN!” He greeted, for the third time since you got there. His volume control he had gained since coming to the surface also flew right out the window. “DID YOU KNOW YOU'RE MY BEST FRIEND? DON’T TELL UNDYNE, SHE SAID SHE CALLED DIBS.” You chuckle at him and go to change the towel out, gently rubbing his skull where it was.

“Yes Pap. You're my best friend too.” You smile down on him. His eyes soften and he uncoordinatedly reaches for your free hand.

“You’re and angel, my angel.” His voice growing softer this time almost a whisper.

“Shh, those meds must be pretty strong if you're talking like that.” You say, as you try and tuck him back in, face hot.

“HEY, I have a secret… come closer.” Boss pulls you by your hand, accidentally draging you onto his chest so your face is close to his. “This is a biiiig secret, so don't tell anyone, I'm only telling you because I trust you, ok?” His eye lights search the room, before he leans into your ear. “I love you.”

You struggle between laughing at the silliness of his overall confession, and being absolutely steamrolled by hearing those words come out of him in that order.

“Y-you what?” Your breath feels funny.

“I LOVE YOU HUMAN! ANGEL HUMAN! MY ANGEL! I HAVE FOR A LONG TIME.” There goes the volume again, along with your heart rate. You drag yourself from his groggy grasp and put the towel back on his head. He begins to relax again mumbling sweet loving words as he drifts back to sleep. Your head feels like its on fire, he had some explaining to do when he got better.

US!Papyrus (Stretch)-

Stretch is more subtle on the outside about his crushes. He just doesn't expect anyone to really like him either. He's, at a first glance, a lazy, slothish, messy, sarcastic, monster. Not exactly prime real estate for dating by his metrics. He actually realizes he's crushing on you pretty early, your laugh, especially when laughing at his jokes, is like music to him. You're always ready to hype up his brother, make sure he feels seen and heard. The way you seem to see through all his bravado and see HIM. It makes his soul flutter in his chest. But, you're a human, you're amazing, and you're too good for him. Stretch is honestly happy to just have you in his life. To get to bask in your presence and know you care for eachother. So what if he lies awake at night thinking about your smile and how it would feel pressed against his. Or how, when you borrow a hoodie, he has to fight himself on if its creepy to wear it before he washes it, because it smells like you. He definitely doesn't think about how much he wants to hold your hand when you come over for movie nights, or when you're walking next to him, or siting at a restaurant, or always. He's fine. It only mildly terrifies him that, just like in all other things, you'll see through this act too. You'll see his pinning through all the smoke and mirrors, and hate him.

To put it lightly, he's a mess. Its never external, always a battle fought in his head, but at a certain point, Stretch is just a lovesick ball of anxiety in a trench coat. The only thing that sometimes helps, is dulling his mind and emotions at Muffet's.

🧡🦥🧡

This was the third time this month you’ve been called to Muffet's. You know why its you, Paps doesn't like his brother seeing him drunk, so you pick him up from the bar, take him to your house, and then he tells Sans you just had a sleepover the next day. You didn't like lying to Sans, but when Stretch wanted to, he could pull some wicked strong puppy dog eyes. Your soft spot for the “lazy” skell didn't help. Normally, you'd get the call, maybe, once a month. THREE was a new record.

It had started to ramp up after the charity ball for the betterment of monster housing and education. It had been the most dressed up you'd ever seen Paps and the most dolled up you'd gotten in a few years. You're sure Asgore all but forced him to wear it, but Stretch looked amazing in formal wear. There had been a lot of dancing through the evening, you specifically danced with Sans, Chara (standing on your feet), Nabstaton, and finally Papyrus. He'd treated it like a joke when he asked, but when you grabbed him by the had and dragged him to the dance floor he danced wonderfully. He seemed to be both at ease and tense all at once. Gripping your hand while laughing like he was walking on air. As the song ended, you saw his face drop for a moment, before he led you back to your friends applauding you both.

It had seemed like a nice evening, but in the weeks following, you kept getting the same call.

“Sorry to call you hun, he's cut off again.” Muffet's voice sounding more concerned with each time it happened.

It used to be you'd come in to the bar and the tall skeleton would light up at seeing you, merry and giggly. Now he was quieter, letting you lead him to your house, pass out on your couch, and then be gone before you woke up the next day.

When you tried to talk to him about it, show your concern, he would evade the question in any way, shape, or form.

The third time in a month though, that was the last straw. As you plopped your friend down on your couch and he said his regular slurred apologies, you pulled him up by his hoodie.

“Oh no mister, we're not done here yet!” You tap the side of his skull till his eye lights focus.

“hmmn? what's up?” Stretch mumbled as he roused at your urgency.

“What is going on with you? Why do you keep getting so drunk at Muffet's? You usually just go for a night cap, maybe, but cut off, three times in a month?! What's got you so messed up?” Your tone ping-pinged between frustration and pure concern. Stretch’s sockets widen before his eyelights shift away from you face, finding the texture of your sofa very interesting.

“I's not'in. I'm ju-”

“Bull. Shit!” You cut him off before he could try to weasel his way out. “I know you Paps, I know you normally only do this when you're feeling sad, or hopeless. Why are you feeling so down? Did someone say or do something to you? Just tell me, I'm worried sick for you!” Tears start to prick your eyes as you get even more heated.

“i-i didn't mean to make you worry, no one's hurt me, if ‘nything i'm the one who's hurt myself…” You see him flitch at your tears and shrink into himself a little. “i just didn't wanna..” he trailed off into silence.

“Didn't want to what? Rely on your friend? Tell me you're hurting? Instead I just get to watch, front row, as you hurt yourself. I care about you so much Paps, please let me in!” Tears make their way down your cheeks in little streams as you clutch his hoodie in your shaking hands. In the next moment, you feel yourself tugged tight against the ribs of his chest, hugged almost crushing to Stretch.

“i'm sorry. i'm so sorry.” He mumbles into your shoulder and you quietly sob into his neck. “do you really want to know? i don't want to tell you, but if it's hurting you, i'll say it.” His voice now trembling too.

You nod into the fabric of his hood and hear him shakily inhale.

“please don't hate me.” Another shaky inhale. “i love you. i love you, and im scared you'll leave now that ive told you. i mean, you're amazing and i ju-,” For the second time this evening you cut him off, this time with your lips. Not softly either, you find yourself using the hoodie still in your hands to pull him firmly against your mouth.

It's absolutely heaven for Stretch. He can barely make heads or tails of what just happened, his drunk mind stumbling, but he doesn't even care. Your lips are even softer than he'd dreamed. His whole existence is consumed by your desperate mouth on his until you pull back.

“You stupid idiot! I love you too! Why do you think I'm here? Its 2 am and I was supposed to work tomorrow, but I'd rather be here, helping you get home safe. I love you, I love you, I love you!” Each declaration getting punctuated by a kiss.