Pure. Fluff. Guys are sitting with their crush, enjoying a bit of uncharacteristic quiet after a hectic day. Maybe on a couch, maybe the porch, laying down in the grass? It's just, nice. All the worries of the world fall away. Their crush offers a little half embrace, whispering, "Think we can stay like this forever? Because I think I wanna stay like this forever." -okay guys, here's your opening! Maybe the Papyruses, UT, UF, US, SF? If that's okay.
Undertale-Papyrus:
Well, technically it would be very un-beneficial for you both to spend so much prolonged time in this particular position–but yes, he would like to spend at least a little bit longer like this, as well. He’s very quiet as he laughs, gently leaning his skull atop your head while you two just rest & watch the world go by. It’s not long after this that he finally musters up the courage to confess, though that’s a different story entirely.
Underfell-Papyrus:
He teases you a bit, telling you that you sound like Sans, always wanting to laze about. But he has to admit, he does like this. You’re warm, your smile is soft, the air is nice, & the sun feels good against his face. It’s calmer than he expected, he finally feels at peace. Slowly, he winds an arm around your shoulders, & you simply hold each other, silent but comfortable. The situation gives him the push he needs, & he confesses to you later on that week.
Underswap-Papyrus:
You’re lying on the grass, & as soon as the words are spoken, he mumbles “be careful what you wish for.” before rolling over to pin you under him. For a moment your lips are ridiculously close, & you can smell the sugar on his breath. Then he leans down, presses his face to the crook of your neck–& falls asleep. Goddammit, Papyrus.
Swapfell-Papyrus:
“yeah, this is nice, but do you know what’d be even better?” & just like that, he slowly tilts your head up & kisses you. It’s a long, but gentle kiss, his claws gently scraping your chin as he cups your face. You stay like that for what feels like an eternity, but is really only a few seconds, until he pulls away. The smile on his face is nervous, but proud, & he simply tugs you closer. No words need to be said, & when he walks you home that evening, your fingers are intertwined.













