#papyrus drabble

[skullcanons]

92. For some reason I'm attracted to you ~ UF Papyrus

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Papyrus was a strange one, that was for sure. You had met the overbearing skeleton while grocery shopping. The cashier was being racist and obviously cheating him out of money, so you had stepped in to make sure his naivety didn’t get him scammed. Somehow in his non-existent brain, that meant that you were just dying for his number. So, you humored him in the parking lot, exchanging contact information before going your separate ways.

You hadn’t expected the texts.

Everything from brushing teeth to a new sale was newsworthy in Papyrus’s eyes, and you just had to know every single detail of his life. While at first, it was annoying and obnoxious, his texts quickly became endearing. You began actually responding to with more than emojis, giving him the attention he so craved.

And did he crave it.

Texts became shopping trips, shopping trips became friendly outings, friendly outings became movie nights and sleepovers. Gradually Papyrus sucked you into his absolutely insane life and you loved every moment of it.

There was a certain predictability to Papyrus. He was so consistent in his reactions you never really had to be scared about pushing too far. You just knew. The last week though had been… different. He’d been getting flustered more easily, defensive more often, and had to cut your outings shorter for seemingly no reason.

You couldn’t see any logical explanation for personality switch, and his increasingly ridiculous excuses were growing obnoxious, so you decided to confront him on it.

“What’s your problem?” you questioned as Papyrus tried to make his escape immediately after the movie the two of you went to see.

Papyrus’s body stiffened and he turned his face away from you. “What are you rattling on about, human? I have no problem.”

“Then why are you leaving?” you pushed further, crossing your arms. “I thought we were going to get some Mean Cream.”

“I-I” the tall skeleton said with a stutter. “I do not have to explain myself to the likes of you!”

“But I think you do,” you practically growled. “This is the fifth time this week you’ve had some ‘appointment’.”

Papyrus grumbled. “Well if you must know, I am going to get a-a haircut!”

“You don’t even have hair!” you exclaimed.

“How dare you!?” Papyrus screeched. “I would remind you it is the Great and Terrible Papyrus you are speaking to. Assumptions are-”

“Assumptions?!” You were practically pulling your hair out with frustration. “I’ve seen you naked Papyrus. You are a skeleton. You have no hair!”

Freezing, Papyrus’s while dementor changed. Placing a hand on his chin, he stared down at you. “I see. So your true feelings finally make their appearance.”

“What are you even talking about?”

“Yes, this makes sense now. After all, for some reason, I’m attracted to you. You must also be attracted to me. It only makes sense,” Papyrus continued as if you had never even opened your mouth.

Your jaw hit the floor. “Wait, what?”

“Your feelings for me are coming together like a well-crafted puzzle, human! Very well, I shall humor you with a Mean Cream d-date,” Papyrus finished. Before you could even respond, he grasped your wrist in his hand and whisked you away from the small crowd that had slowly been forming around you, therein beginning a new, even odder chapter of your life.

[skullcanons]

Hey fam! Idk how this works amd I hope I do it right but can I get Swapfell (red and gold) Papyrus with the prompt "Dont freak out, theres a rational explanation for this"

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It all began when you tripped over a stray sock in your bedroom. In some sort of universal foreshadowing, that one trip predicted the end of your day.

Let's start over. It had been a pretty ordinary day (barring the sock incident). You had gone to work, jogged around the neighborhood, and got back home with time to spare. That night you were invited over to your skeletal boyfriend's house for some dinner and good company. Luckily for the both of you, Sans was down with something and was unable to cook, so Russ told you he'd pick up some pizza on the way home from his own job.

After getting on some more comfortable clothing, you drove across town to their home and parked right in front. Both Russ and Sans were home, judging by the shouting going on inside, so you knocked once you got to the front door.

Sans made it to the door before his brother and ripped it open to drag you inside. "Get in here you fool! You'll let out the warm air!"

The inside of the home was indeed warm, likely from their heater. Sans was looking rather pathetic with dark bags under his eyes and magical purple sweat dripping from his skull. Poor guy must've felt terrible.

"Here, I got you some Sea Tea while I was out," you said, producing the magical food from your bag as you spoke. Sans snatched it out of your hands and rushed to the kitchen soon afterward without a word spoken. You didn't know why you were expecting some kind of thanks.

"thanks for that, sweetheart. sea tea's really good for the magic." Oh yeah, that was why.

Papyrus stood just to your right, his signature jacket off in exchange for some comfortable home-body clothes. You gave him a small smile. Pulling down his skull, you gave him a quick peck on the teeth before bouncing to the kitchen yourself. The smell of pizza was making you drool.

Fast forward to later that night and Sans was already in bed, trying to sleep off his magic-cold. With his brother sleeping, Russ and you were a bit more loose with the PDA and were moving to his room for a light make-out session. You two, of course, couldn't make too much noise with Sans sick in the other room.

Playfully you tugged Papyrus into his room and walked back toward the bed. What you had forgotten in your state of mind, however, was that Russ had a bit of a problem putting his clothes away.

Foot met sock. You tumbled backward to the ground, your head only saved by Russ as he lunged forward to cushion your fall. For a moment your eyes met, and there was a rising of tension as your eyes flickered from his teeth back to his eye-sockets. You both leaned forward when-

"What the hell-!"

Sans was standing in the doorway, looking at the two of you on the ground with a mixture of shock and horror.

You attempted to sit up but Papyrus's stiff form proved to be quite the obstacle. "Don't freak out, there's a rational explanation for this. We weren't-"

"What-no! I don't want to know just-keep it down!" Sans shouted, his face prune purple as he slammed the door shut.

There was a beat of silence.

"i don't think he fell for it."

You had to stifle your loud giggles for fear of the embarrassed rage of Sans. God knows you had scared him enough.

[skullcanons]

Hello! Can you grace us with a “You’re wrong and I’ll prove it.” With Sf Papyrus? Ps, I'm new and I love your blog!

Thank you!

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You were a ball of nervous energy as you approached Papyrus's house, said quiet skeleton by your side.

"listen, there's something i should tell you before i introduce you to my bro," Papyrus said just as the two of you reached the porch. Your heart dropped.

"He's not going to like me, is he?" you cut in before Papyrus could finish. "Shoot. I shouldn't have come. Is my outfit not-"

"no-no you're fine," Papyrus interrupted your tangent with a hand on your shoulder. Sighing, his shoulders slouched further down. "it's my bro. he's gonna cook you his 'special' burritos and, well, he's been trying but they're not exactly ready for human consumption yet."

"What?"

"yeah," he returned his hand to his pocket. "just pretend to take a bite while i distract him and i'll take care of it."

"Do you doubt my stomach Papyrus?" you questioned, just a tad offended.

Papyrus's eye-sockets widened slightly. "i didn't mean to-you just won't be able to eat them, kid. trust me."

You narrowed your eyes at your tall friend and straightened your shoulders. Turning your back, you marched up the front steps and knocked firmly on the door. Just before the door was practically thrown off its hinges, you turned toward Papyrus once more. "You're wrong and I'll prove it. Just watch."

"kid no-"

"Mutt! I see you have arrived with your pathetic human friend!" A tiny skeleton that just barely reached Papyrus's ribcage stood in the doorway. Despite his short stature, he still managed to look down on you. "Human peasant! I am the Mighty Magnificent Sans, though you may address me as Lord Sans."

"just sans works too," Papyrus added, gaining a glare from his brother.

"Did I ask you to speak?!" Sans demanded. Papyrus didn't even flinch. "That's what I thought. Anyways, come in peasant. You are fortunate for I have just finished preparing our meal!"

You grinned. "Great! Papyrus was just telling me how great of a cook you are!"

"W-why yes, I would say my skill in the kitchen is unparalleled!" Sans said with a slight stutter, a tiny blush lighting his cheeks for just a moment. "Though we will see how you are able to handle it. My cooking has been known to overwhelm others with its greatness."

"I'm sure I'll be fine," you said with a wink.

Sans lead you to a small table that could sit about four people. Three of the four places had plates with a large, loaded burrito in front of them. Hanging above the table was an oddly fitting bone chandelier.

"Have a seat, peasant!" Sans said, directing you to a chair right across from where Papyrus sat.

Before you could even comment on the food, Papyrus picked up his own burrito and took a large bite out of it. Though his facial expression didn't change in the slightest, his gaze on you did increase in intensity. "it's pretty good bro."

"Pap-Mutt!" Sans exclaimed. "Where are your manners! The guest always eats first!"

"It's fine," you cut in before the situation could escalate any further. Lifting the burrito from the plate, you made to bite it. "I'll just start now."

You took a large bite and froze almost as soon as the food hit your mouth. Slowly and deliberately, you chewed. The taste was indescribable. Your expression must have shut down because Sans was looking at you with ill-contained anticipation. Papyrus just looked vaguely worried.

"Sans this-" you paused, looking down at the food in your hands with wide eyes. "this is amazing!"

You took another large bite as the skeletons reeled from your reaction. As you chewed happily, Sans quickly contained his expression. "R-really?! I mean, of course, it is. After all, it is made by me!"

Papyrus looked at you with horrified admiration. "seriously?"

Rolling your eyes, you took one last bite, finishing the burrito off. "Papyrus, I'll try anything once, and I've tried some weird crap. This is honestly pretty tame in comparison. Never underestimate my stomach again."

"i, uh, i won't."

[skullcanons]

Now I know 51 could be angst but. Could I get 51'Those things you said yesterday.. did you really mean them?' With S/O and UF Papyrus in couples therapy (or in bed whichever) with the S/O having listed every single thing that made them fall in love with Papyrus? Even his flaws. Because love is a choice and infatuation runs out and, while s/o can't see the stars in his eyes anymore, s/o wants to stay and find them again

I tried my best! Hopefully, you like it!

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You were laying in bed with your boyfriend, barely touching. It had been a… rough day full of arguments and heated words. Even now, as you laid in bed, the words exchanged hung over you like a thick, stifling blanket.

In a rare show of vulnerability, Papyrus turned to you. "Why are you here?"

You turned to him and stated frankly, "Because I love you."

"Why? How-I don't understand," he said, voice shaking. Any and all hardness was gone from his face, replaced with genuine confusion.

"I-well," you paused to gather your thoughts. How does one describe love? "You're the hand that keeps me grounded. No matter what you're there, firm and unmovable. You're home Papyrus, despite your many faults, you're home, and I don't think I could ever leave you."

"How can you say that after all I've done?" Papyrus questioned, one of his hands reaching out shakily to grip yours.

You laughed ruefully. "Well, they say love is blind, but I don't think that's true. It's just hella forgiving."

He didn't have any response to that, and with your fingers intertwined, the two of you fell asleep.

The next day you woke to the smell of coffee. Blearily, you opened your eyes to see a cup of liquid caffeine being shoved into your face. "What?"

"Those things you said yesterday… did you really mean them?" Papyrus asked impatiently.

You racked your brain to remember just exactly what you said. "Yes…?"

"Good," he stood up straight as soon as you took your coffee, and headed toward the door. "Hurry up and get up.  We have a wedding to plan."

"What? Who's getting married?" you said after a sip.

"Us of course. You said you'd never leave, so we may as well officiate our relationship with the locals," Papyrus huffed in irritation. "You humans have strange customs and we've got a lot of research to do."

"Wait, we're getting married?" you repeated slowly, staring at your boyfriend, now fiance, with wide eyes.

"Yes, do I have to say it again? Now hurry up," And with the slam of the door, he was gone.

"I'm getting married to an arse," you whispered, staring into your coffee. Setting your coffee aside, you stood from the bed. "I'm getting married to an arse," you said once more with confidence. "I'll be out in 10 Papyrus!"

"Make it 5!"

[skullcanons]

Hello! May I have a “I love you. I’ve loved you since the moment I laid eyes on you and- Oh screw it!” Moment with Sf Papyrus?

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Your day had been normal up until lunch.

You went to work, greeted customers, recommended movies.

“Hello welcome to video stop, can I help you with anything?”

“Our adult movie section can be located behind that labeled curtain there-yes, you need an ID to rent from that section. No, a student ID doesn’t count.”

“I’m sorry ma'am, this coupon expired six months ago.”

At lunch you sat behind the building, vaping and chatting with your favorite bundle of hate, Sans. Or the Mighty and Terrible Lord Sans. Whatever he wanted to be called. It was then that you accidentally brought up the topic of his brother and everything went a little… sideways.

“So, human, it has come to my attention that you have been spending an… the exorbitant amount of time with mutt,” the little terror began after tossing a stolen strawberry into his mouth. You still didn’t understand how the whole ‘eating’ thing went with skeletons.

“Yeah, he’s pretty cool,” you replied, trying to keep your voice as level as possible. Papyrus was much more than just cool to you, but his little brother didn’t need to know that.

Unfortunately, Sans almost seemed to read your mind as he gave you a deadpan look. “I am aware of your feelings for him.”

You sputtered. “What? Feelings? No-I couldn’t-I wouldn’t-I don’t have feelings-well what I mean to say-”

“Save it,” he held up a gloved hand, and you shut up. “Your interactions were enough to convince me, and that absolutely pathetic excuse for an excuse was just further evidence.”

If it were anyone else accusing you of having a crush on the gigantic teddy bear of a skeleton named Papyrus, you would have BS'ed your way out of it, but this was Sans, and you could not BS the Mighty and Terrible Lord Sans. You instead fiddled with your hands, fighting your blush. “What do you want?”

Watching the tiny skeleton explode was like watching a kitten get irritated. It was simultaneously adorable and terrifying.

“What I want is for you-” he pointed an accusatory finger at you, “-to stop pussyfooting around and confess! It irritates my marrow to watch your flirting-not-flirting. Either you are going to go for it or you aren’t.”

You sighed. “Listen, Sans. I just don’t know if I’m ready to do that ye-”

“One - take these and read them like you mean them, which I know you do,” he shoved some note cards into your hands. “Two - if you don’t read them, I’ll tell Papyrus about all those pictures you have of him on your phone,” you fumbled with the cards and gaped. “Three - Mutt! It’s about time you got here! The human has something to say to you!”

Sans shoved you toward his approaching brother, sending a not-so-concealed threatening look your way before slinking off to stand by a wall.

Papyrus strolled up to you. “whats up?”

You looked at your cards. You looked at Sans. You looked back at your cards. “Um-”

“Hurry it up human!”

“I, well, oh,” you flushed bright red at the message on the cards but with the power of your meager courage generated by Sans’s threat, you began to read. “I love you. I’ve loved you since the moment I laid eyes on you and- Oh screw it!” You tossed the cards away and reached up, grabbing the tall skeleton’s skull between your hands and bringing him to your level. “I’ve had this major crush on you for awhile and I pretty much like everything about you and think you’re an amazing person and I really want to kiss you right now, is that okay?”

You pretended to not hear the victorious laughter of Sans as Papyrus pulled you in for the best smooch of your life. Well, the first of many amazing smooches.

[skullcanons]

211 + red SF!Papyrus plz

I hope he’s not too OOC.

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Working the drive through late at night was… interesting. On weekends especially, you frequently got cars full of drunk people wanting their junk food fixes, but unable to get their order out quite right. Usually, the designated driver of the car had to wrangle their order together, which made for some very funny conversations.

Still, sometimes you got a completely sober, exhausted sounding person at one am, usually getting off a late shift at work themselves. You tried to make life as easy as possible for those people because you knew the feeling.

“can i get a, uh, number four?” A deep, tired-sounding voice came over the speaker.

“What size would you like that in?” you questioned, hand poised over the buttons of the register.

“large.”

You quickly entered his meal and told him the total before turning toward the window in preparation to take his money. Given how dead it was, his order was the only one on call, so at least he wouldn’t have to wait long.

Seeing the car pull up, you glanced at your register. “Alright sir, that’ll be 6.74,” you reached out your hand to take the money and his hand felt oddly… hard as he dropped the cash into your hand. Looking up curiously, you nearly dropped his payment. “Oh my god, you’re a skeleton.”

Blank eye sockets underlined by bags stared at you for a moment before his skull nodded. The skeletal man was wearing a security guard outfit, a cigarette hanging out of his jaw precariously.

“Did I just say that out loud?” you questioned, face burning. Quickly counting his money and handing him back his change, you gave him a sheepish smile. “I’m sorry, that was rude, uh…”

The skeletal man shrugged. “whatever.”

“No, but, ug, give me a second.” Pulling back from the window, you opened the tiny fridge next to you and pulled out a pie and, after a moment of contemplation, another one. Just as you were about to hand them to him his meal was finished, so you stuck the pies in his take out bag before passing them through the window. “I hope you like pie!”

He gave you an odd look.

You rubbed the back of your neck. “Uh, I put some apology pies in your bag. If you’d like something else I can get it, I just feel bad-”

“thanks,” he said, starting up his car.

As he sped off out of the drive through, you shouted out a, “Have a nice night!” before face-palming. “I am a terrible person.”

The next day you met the same skeleton, this time with him behind the window.

He gave you a blank stare, “oh, my stars, you’re a human.”

“Why?”

[skullcanons]

"Whatever it is, I didn't do it" with Mobtale Papyrus, please? Sorry if I misunderstood your rules or your "inbox is open" post in advance!

You’re just fine. Hope I portrayed him right.

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Seated at the long, mahogany table were people you trusted about as far as you could throw them, which wasn’t very far given how rich most of them were. The only person you could trust at all was your partner, Papyrus, who was seated right beside you. Said skeleton had a fixed grin on his face, just as you had a practiced smile on yours.

The Westside gang was having a hard time understanding where exactly the territory line was drawn, and it was your responsibility to educate them to avoid any more confrontations. The Westside gang and the Demurrers didn’t hadn’t had any problems in the past, and you really hoped to keep it that way.

You were almost done when one of the lower ranking members of the Westside just had to bring up the elephant in the room. “If you’re coming here peacefully, why’d you bring the skeleton?”

Papyrus was pretty well known because of his association with his brother, Sans, who was well known because of his ability to make people disappear. You hadn’t really expected anyone to bring up his presence, as it was obvious he was there was an assurance. Someone didn’t get the message.

The smile on your face strained. “Papyrus is my partner, he goes where I go.”

“You know, I think it was a skeleton that was causing trouble on the border for us,” someone else chimed in, and a few others around the table murmured in agreement. You needed to wrap it up, and quick.

“I honestly have no idea what you are talking about, that’s not on my side of things, but I can assure you Papyrus isn’t the one you’ve been having trouble with. Isn’t that right Papyrus?” You turned your strained smile to your friend and tapped his foot with yours.

He seemed to understand because his voice was much more subdued than usual. “That is correct.”

“Right, see?” you smoothed your features and made to stand up. “Now then, I’ve got another meeting soon, so if you gentlemen would excuse me-”

Before you could make your exit, an explosion shook the building, and everyone rose to their feet. A shot was taken in your direction, but Papyrus deflected it with a long bone he summoned in the nick of time.

You raised your hands pacifyingly. “Whatever it is, I didn’t do it.”

You didn’t wait to see their reactions. The table exploded with activity as you raced out of the room, Papyrus hot on your heels. Soon he matched your speed and had you by the wrist to pull you even faster. Members of the Westside were fighting with some invading force, and you weren’t sticking around to see who that was. The two of you were mostly ignored as you made your exit, and your driver was already pulled up onto the curb, probably summoned by the explosion.

The two of you ran across the front of the building before hopping, quite literally, into the back seat. Papyrus followed and your driver sped away into the night.

Straightening in your seat, you adjusted your jacket and turned to the Papyrus, who was doing much the same. “I think that went well.”

“If this is your definition of well, human, then I need to be partnered with you more often. For your own safety.”

“You know, I think I’d like that.”

[skullcanons]

"Why are you up so early?” headcannons with ut, us, and sf paps?

Only one character per request friendo. I chose UT!Papyrus.

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You didn’t know why you woke up. Maybe it was because of the light on in the kitchen. Maybe it was because of the faint sound of the microwave. Regardless, you were awake and someone was in your house.

Rolling out of your bed as quietly as you could, you grabbed the golf club sitting in the corner of your room. Why did you have a golf club in the corner of your room? Let’s just say your friends were very eager to learn about human culture. Particularly sports.

The socks on your feet muffling your steps, you crept through the hall toward the lit room. For a moment you thought maybe you just forgot to turn off the light, but a slight scuffle on the floor told you otherwise.

Raising the club above your head, you spun around the corner to face the would be intruder only to stop, a baffled expression crossing your face.

Papyrus, one of your best friends (and crush *coughcough*) was sitting at your breakfast bar, leaning over a bowl of microwavable oatmeal. That particular oatmeal was the type with dinosaur marshmallows in it, and you had bought it on a whim just in case he slept over (something he did a lot of). Papyrus was wearing his pajamas and scarf, an odd combination seeing as his pajamas were of the footie variety. Not that you could judge - you were wearing a matching pair.

The two of you really shouldn’t shop together.

Hearing the startled breath you let out, Papyrus looked up from his oatmeal and his gaze went from your eyes to the golf club to your pajamas. He slowly put down his spoon.

“Are you… alright friend?” he questioned, voice subdued. Glancing at the microwave, you saw that it was 3 am.

You slowly lowered the golf club and struggled to find words for the current situation. Finally, you settled on, “Why are you up so early?” He was such a regular, unexpected fixture in your house after you gave him a key, you didn’t even question his presence.

The look on Papyrus’s face was… surprisingly pensive. “Sans.”

“Ah.” There was no other explanation needed. Sans was an odd monster, that was for sure, and his nocturnal movements were noted by Papyrus frequently. It didn’t disturb him per se, but it was extremely hard to get to sleep knowing your loved one was being secretive. “And the oatmeal?”

Papyrus struggled for an answer before simply shrugging and taking another bite. Your eyelids drooped from exhaustion but you refused to go back to bed, opting instead to brew some coffee and join your friend in quiet contemplation. A quiet Papyrus wasn’t something you faced often and was honestly sort of disturbing. It just wasn’t natural for your naturally cheerful and boisterous friend to be so subdued.

It was half a cup later that Papyrus finally spoke. His oatmeal was finished minutes ago. “You wear your friendship footie?”

You snorted. “You do too Mr. ‘footies are for babybones’.”

He looked down at his outfit and a bright orange blush crossed his cheekbones. “I… was not thinking when I left the house.”

“You rock that outfit, dude,” you retorted, raising your mug into the air. “It really brings out your eye… sockets.”

“And you your eye… orbs,” he said honestly, if a bit carefully.

There was another lull in the conversation.

“…Do you want to watch some MTT?”

“Please.”