#underswap!papyrus x reader

[kid-lore]

underswap!papyrus x wolfwalker!adhd!reader

written on december 5th, 2021 finished on february 10th, 2022

good grief i started dissociating while writing this, and lemme tell you, not fun. couldn't focus, which was very ironic platonic? romantic?? who knows, i’ll let you decide that one.

i had a sudden realization while writing this, but- what if, in wolfwalker vision, the outline of monsters and humans purely depended on their defining soul trait,,

do you have a hint of how i talk in real life purely based on how i write dialogue yet-

"mornin," a familiar voice spoke.

You lifted your head, looking over at the staircase to see none other than a certain tall skeleton in an orange hoodie standing on the last step at the bottom, leaning against the railing as he stared back at you.

You had been outside in the snow for a while before now, after finally coming back inside from your usual run during the night while your human body rested, only to head into the living room and curl up with a cup of hot chocolate while you waited for the skelebros to wake up. Turns out Carrot over here had other plans.

"Mornin'," you answered. "You're up earlier than usual."

"eh." Papyrus shrugged, walking over beside you. "couldn't sleep."

You stretched out your arms, letting out a yawn as you let your elbows pop, prompting Papyrus to give a faint grimace. Once you relaxed back into your spot, you looked over at Papyrus with a raised eyebrow, something that had almost become a habit at this point.

As usual, his hands were hidden away in the pockets of his hoodie. Once your eyes met, you could catch an amused gleam in those black ones of his. "didja have a good run?"

"Yep!" You stretched your arms back over your head as you let out a yawn. "Lots of snow to run through. We don't exactly get much snow where I'm from, so it's a nice change of scenery."

"heh." Papyrus gave a slight shrug of his shoulders. "in that case, i don't think you'll be getting tired of this place anytime soon. plenty of snow here."

You let out a breathless laugh in response, a smile stretching across your face. "It's really pretty out here, I'll admit. I just..." you trailed off, your gaze growing distant as you glanced away from the skeleton beside you. "I kind of miss the giant, open sky full of stars I used to run under."

Papyrus blinked, his usual relaxed smile faltering as he watched your expression fall, eyes traveling down to your hands as he noticed you nudging them into your pockets. After a moment, he perked up a bit. "y'know," he began, "i always wondered how those wolfwalker abilities of yours worked. mind enlightening me about 'em?"

You visibly perked up, which prompted the weight in Papyrus' non-existent chest to lighten as you glanced over at him. "Oh! Alright. What... exactly do you want to know?"

"well, for starters, how exactly does the whole transformation thing work? you mentioned it's sort of like the soul leaving the body, which, uhh..." he trailed off, his eyebrow ridges narrowing a bit. "sounded a bit mindboggling, ya know?"

You blinked, slightly raising your eyebrows in response before nodding. Right! Their concept of souls worked quite differently than the concepts you had known of before coming down here, to the point where souls could be exposed for instant harm. Just the mere mention of souls could cause anyone down here to grow uncomfortable, especially since Monster souls were so... fragile.

One wrong hit and it'd cause their soul to shatter and turn to dust.

"(y/n), wakey wakey." Papyrus snapped his fingers in an attempt to get your attention, and fortunately, it worked. "no zonin' out on me, buddy. i just got here."

"Oh!" you jolted. "Right, right, uh-"

You furrowed your eyebrows, glancing down to the side as you brought a hand to your mouth, silently trying to figure out how to explain it all. "Well... to put it simply, when we go to sleep, even just to the point where our brain is just barely starting to shut off, our "soul" starts to leave our body," you said.

"I've always been told it's our soul, which makes it even more interesting since it's automatically a wolf, but that doesn't stop me from being confused. 'Cause you would think that by having the soul leave the body, then the body would just die at some point, wouldn't-" you came to an abrupt stop, your eyes growing wide as you stared ahead. "Oh."

You could see Papyrus slightly tilt his head out of the corner of your eye. "what'd you notice now?" While that line would usually be taken as an offense, his tone was purely lighthearted and genuine.

In the back of your mind, you could faintly recall all of the times when your mother advised you to never wake up a sleepwalker.

"Why is that, Momma?"

"Because their soul would be lost! They can't get back into their body if the body isn't asleep."

You chuckled, a fond smile forming on your face. "Just a little something. Have you ever been told not to wake up someone who's sleepwalking?"

Papyrus shrugged. "a few times, i guess. 'cause their soul would be lost, right? though i've only ever heard about it in those human books my bro has."

"Exactly!" you exclaimed, though you were mindful of your voice's volume. "I never quite understood that until now. All these years as a Wolfwalker myself, and it never clicked. Wow."

Papyrus chuckled in response. "welp. better late than never, right?"

"True."

You let out a sigh. "Anywho. What else?"

"hmm... could a monster become a wolfwalker? since it's passed through bites n' all."

You paused, humming to yourself for a second. "I'm... not too sure about that one. I haven't ever heard of a monster becoming one, but maybe it'd be possible? I'd have to see it to know, but I don't think I'm willing to just bite anyone to test it out."

Papyrus gave another chuckle. "yeah, i don't think we need that. especially if it doesn't work and then you just bit someone for no reason."

"Exactly," you laughed.

Papyrus narrowed his eyebrow ridges in thought once more, taking a moment to think of another question. Fortunately, he's had questions stored in the back of his mind since he met you and learned about... all of this.

"what if... you were to get, uh. fatally injured in any way? i know you have healing magic, but doesn't it have a limit?"

"I'm pretty sure it does," you replied. "Minor injuries like scrapes, bruises, or just things like a sudden cut on the arm will usually heal up relatively fast. It may take several minutes depending on how bad or deep the wound is, but still, it'll heal eventually." You went quiet, your gaze drifting down to the floor.

"As for more serious injuries... chances are, something like a stab wound won't be able to heal on its own. A singular wolfwalker's magic will do what it can before either wearing us out or disappearing until we can get others to help." You subconsciously crossed your arms over your midsection as you continued. "If it's a fatal injury, then our magic will likely be unable to do much at all unless there's multiple wolfwalkers pitching in to heal the same wound."

Luckily, you didn't notice Papyrus' eyes shift down to your arms as they crossed over your torso, your eyes growing distant once more. Like you were reliving a faint memory.

After a moment, you blinked and snapped yourself out of... whatever you had just been in, before continuing. "Alright, what else?"

Papyrus blinked in response, barely expecting you to come out of it so quick. "uh- just how strong is your hearing?"

"Strong enough to hear people chatting outside and their footsteps in the snow."

"huh?"

"I take it most monsters wake up early?"

"ehh..." Papyrus shrugged. "you could say that."

He readjusted his position, propping his own legs up on the couch and crossing one over the other to get more comfortable. "so does anything about your eyesight change when you're in that form?"

"Quite a bit, actually," you said. "The way we see colors compared to our human form is generally the same, except the hues we see are slightly different. It's just the way that wolves see things, except... we get to see the colored scent trails of everyone. And if we shut our eyes, then we can see nothing but the full-on outlines of everyone around us. Wolves, squirrels, you name it."

"really now?" he tilted his head. "can you see mine, then?"

You squinted your eyes at him, blinking a few times in hopes of setting off your wolf vision. You were fairly tired, after all, so maybe it would be easy. "I can try..."

After another blink, everything around you went dark and you could see the outline of the hooded skeleton in front of you; orange and glowing faintly against the now dull room around you. You gave a slightly victorious smirk. "Aha."

You blinked a couple of times afterward, prompting your vision to return to normal as you leaned back a bit. "Orange, eh? I don't think I've seen that outline color before..." you mumbled, reaching over to grab your mug.

Papyrus almost seemed to stiffen once you mentioned the color. "huh. ya think they're connected to how souls operate?"

"Possibly," you replied. "Most of the people I met above ground had green or blue outlines, so that's probably it."

You hummed, taking a sip from your hot chocolate as you peered down at the floor. Didn't some of your family members have a blue outline? Or was it orange?

Man, if some of your family members had the Integrity or Bravery soul trait, then they sure never acted on it.

You knew your mother definitely had a yellow outline...

What was yours, again?

Wasn't it purple?

Oh! Wait, no, it was-

A sudden whistle caught your attention, instantly causing you to look up. You had already lowered your mug, while Papyrus was still sitting across from you, with an eyebrow ridge raised as he stared back at you with his usual amused grin. "ya zoned out again."

"Bah, perfect," you said. "Love to hear it."

Papyrus chuckled in response. "i think i got one more question for you."

"Shoot."

"what about a coma? would ya still be able to "transform" or... does being unconscious make a difference?"

"Oh, I'm pretty sure it makes a difference." You glanced down at your sleeves, fidgeting with them a bit before attempting to explain it all. "I've been unconscious before, whether it be through anesthesia for surgeries or that injury I gave in to a few weeks ago," you paused, peering over at Papyrus, only for him to glance away.

You playfully rolled your eyes before continuing, "and each time, I never turned into my wolf form or anything. I don't quite know what happens in the brain to change that, but oh well."

Your eyes soon found their way over to the fireplace, watching as the flames flickered, prompting the light from it to follow. You brought your hand up and rested your chin in your palm, propping your elbow up on the arm of the couch.

You let your eyes shift down to the cup of hot chocolate in your hand, which was now practically empty, but had some leftover liquid that was more chocolate syrup than actual hot cocoa you felt like would taste appealing.

Your fingernails idly traced the nicely drawn designs on the sides of the mug. Only now had you started to notice the faint shivering your body was doing thanks to the cold air of the house itself.

"oi," Papyrus' voice managed to snap you out of it once again, and you glanced over at him, only for a blanket to suddenly be draped over your shoulders. How long had he been trying to get your attention? Goodness.

"don'tcha think you need a blanket, kid? you're shivering with a mug in your hand and i don't think blue would appreciate any stains on his beloved couch."

"Huh? Oh." You glanced back down at your empty mug before blinking and resting it on the coffee table beside you. Afterward, you readjusted the blanket around you by tugging it back over your shoulders so it wouldn't fall. "Right. Can't have that, can we?"

"nope, we cannot." Papyrus scooted a bit closer to you than he had previously been to wrap the blanket around you, resting an arm over your shoulder as you leaned against him.

"y'know," he started, prompting you to peer up at him, "you really oughta let me come with you on one of those nightly runs of yours. maybe it'd be fun."

You let out a small, breathless laugh. "To explore a place that you already live in?"

"'ey, it'll be more fun now that you're around, right?"

After you playfully rolled your eyes, you nudged him a bit, earning a light chuckle in response. "Oh, hush up.”

[xbunnybunz]

stay here with me [underswap!papyrus x reader]

Summary: You and papyrus enjoy the quieter moments of life together.

Genre: Fluff, Friendship or Lovers

Date: April 26, 2017

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Streaks of the sunset painted the city before you in a palette of orange, red, and pink.  As the sun dipped lazily behind the curve of the outstretched horizon, both monsters and humans alike made their journey back home, mothers calling to their children for supper, and soulmates reuniting after a long day apart.

The calm prelude of night draped over the city and bled into your skin, the cool twilight air tranquil and slightly damp, hypnotizing you into a peaceful trance.

From this spot on the roof, time seemed to slow down. Life passed by slowly, leisurely, before your eyes in the form of a hazy sunset accompanied by the dull hum of conversation from below.

You allowed your eyes to slip shut, your ears picking up on a bypassing conversation involving the weather, and pieces of prattle speaking of a lightbulb in need of replacing. Basking in the fading light of dusk had always exposed you to the gentler parts of life, the life that was larger than anyone could ever fathom, but appeared to be so delicate that even the slightest whisper could disturb it’s serene lull.

It was humbling, you had decided a while ago, during one of your first visits to this roof. Life was abstract and immense, uncontainable and ever-spontaneous. In the groggy haze of the morning and the tumultuous noise of the late afternoon, it was hard to focus on anything but yourself. It was difficult to stop and admire the risen sun, bold, blazing, and beautiful, and even moreso to find pleasure in the smiles of those around you after a long day. But here, underneath a sky stained with the colors of yet another day coming to a close, you could finally allow your tense shoulders to fall and wholeheartedly enjoy the murmurs of a town readying for slumber.

Even in moments like these, where the seconds seem to dawdle, and then drip slowly like wax off of a candle, you could feel the steady beat of your strident heart - the rush of blood under your skin. The reminder that being alive was no longer a question for you, but an unwavering fact that you grew to accept; even become grateful for.

The monochrome coloring of daily life had jaded the brilliance of your existence, people who surrounded you always cold, always aloof and always detached. Your world, like many others, had changed when news of monsters came about.

The surface world was just as new to them as the concept of living alongside monsters was to you, and although you had remained hard-hearted and stoic in the face of impending change, fate had drawn your path to cross with those that would soon change your perspectives- and alter your reality.

Upon contact with them, your colorless world had exploded into a beautiful lilac sky- like a red-hot passion flower blooming in high speed- and just like that, you were overwhelmed.

Years of indifference bled into empathy, bled into compassion, and suddenly these beings that you thought nonexistent just months prior had morphed you into someone who could simultaneously be alive, and be living.

In the midst of thought, a breeze passed over you, bringing with it a chill that raised goosebumps along your skin. Your hands reach up and cradle your arms, an earnest attempt at preserving heat that seemed all but in vain.

A low and rumbling voice that reminded you of a rolling wave greeted you, a long-phalanged hand resting atop the crown of your head. You leaned into the touch, his bones warmer than you, who had been exposed to the evening chill for a longer duration of time.

After a bit of muffled shifting, a warm orange hoodie is strewn across your shoulders. You accept it gratefully, pulling the thick, wooly material over your head and allowing the excess sleeve pool around your fingertips. It’s scent was thick and comforting, a melty blend of cigarettes and intoxicatingly sweet honey. You burrow yourself deeper into it, enjoying it’s deep contrast with the thin and cool night air.

“hey, kid. admiring the view?”

You did not answer, but the silence did not seem to sway him.

He clicked and his joints groaned as he took a seat next to you, bone against shingles making a strange scraping noise. But that did not deter you from moving closer to him. With shoulders barely touching, you both look up at the sky, which had faded from it’s pastel tinted hues to a crisp and refreshing midnight blue.

“so, what’s on your mind? you usually don’t look so a-roof.”

You spared a few quiet chuckles at his bad pun, keeping your voice light and airy for fear of tainting the gentle silent spell.

“Just thinking about life, as usual.”

The click of a cigarette lighter echoes in your ears before the scent of freshly lit, earthy tobacco brushes past your nose. You wondered if you would also be able to smell the smoke from the embers, if only you leaned a bit closer.

“ah. anything new?”

Bones rattled softly against each other as he spoke in baritone, then exhaled. Smoke drifted off of his freshly-lit cigarette and formed swirls that danced about in the air; slight, wispy, and curling at the ends, beckoning and nearly seductive in their ascent to nothingness.

“No,”

You say, after a long stretch of still silence.

“But I’m glad that I’m here.”

Your eyes turn to him, and you are not surprised to find that he is already looking at you. The bone that composed his skull was dull, like eggshell, but pure and rich, much like porcelain. In the backlight of the new moon, you could trace the etches of his cheekbones- constantly turned up because of his grin- with your eyes. Gentle shadows fell over the slight chips and dents in the surface of his periosteum and continued down his vertebra, which disappeared into a thin black tank-top that was usually worn with a fleece hoodie.

Looking at him, you knew you two had never cared for someone quite as much as you did for each other. But, despite all this, he was not the reason you decided to stay, no. You had your own reasons, but he had made the decision seem so much easier.

“here?” he questioned, but it seemed more like a conclusion than an inquiry.

You drew your eyes back to the moon, not quite complete, but very much present and very much beautiful.

“With both of you. At home.”

You hear him shift and take another drag of the cigarette, this time allowing it to dangle between two of his long fingers. The burning amber color of the embers captures your eye for a split second before Papyrus lets out another throaty exhale, smoke wrapping around his head in exquisite patterns you learned was mostly magic.

“heh. am i competin’ with blueberry, now?”

He nudges you with his elbow softly, teasingly, though you can tell he is thankful you included his brother in your proclamation of happiness.

“Might just be.” You teased back, a smile playing at your lips. “He’s a real sweetheart, that one.”

Papyrus takes one last, long inhale before he snuffs the embers of his dying cigarette on the roof tiles. The smoke has yet to dissipate from the air entirely, leaving it warm and musty. He reclines onto his back, arms behind his head. He reminds you of a leisurely chesire cat: slinky, grinning, and witty.

You close your eyes again, basking in the bliss of this simple night and his presence. You can still sense the light of the moon and the stars above you through your eyelids, and you can still feel the fleece lining of the honey and tobacco-scented hoodie on your skin. You can still feel him lying beside you, and hear his easy breathing, a habit he told you was not necessary, but routine.

“i am too.” he says, his voice not breaking the silence, but sliding along with it. “glad that you’re here. with us.”

You hum, socked feet brushing against his sneakers.  “Here?” You ask, more of a conclusion than an inquiry.

You can nearly hear the smile in his voice, and you match it with your own as he answers “here. with us, at home.”

[timbertumbr]

Sweet Surprise (Underswap! Papyrus X Reader)

Note: There's a bit of swearing with this one. Just a heads up. Enjoy the chaos!

You were drowning in work. Your co-workers oh so graciously dumped all their responsibility onto you while they went on vacation. AND during one of the BUSIEST projects of the year.

You groaned as you saw you were nowhere NEAR finishing at least HALF of the project. You took a deep breath and popped your back. Time for desperate measures: all nighters.

Least to say, you DEEPLY regretted your decision. You could barely process the world around you as you tried navigating your apartment for your next dose of sweet sweet caffeine.

You then run into a problem. A 7 foot problem that smelled like smoke and honey. You groan as you look up to your friend who just shortcutted into your home and in your path. 

He opened his mouth to say a joke when he paused upon seeing your expression. A death glare that screamed "get out of my way, I want my damn coffee." 

Wincing silently, he quickly side stepped, allowing you to continue your journey to the kitchen. You practically bumped into every piece of furniture and nearly landed face first onto your floor multiple times. 

Finally, you made it to your salvation. Coffee, sweet sweet coffee. You immediately pour some into a cup and waste no time downing the still very hot drink. You winced at the burning sensation but kept on drinking while your friends gave you a worried look from the kitchen doorway.

"Uh…" He very intelligently said while trying to figure out how to speak his concerns. You glance at the skeleton making him frown.

"How… long have you stayed up?" He asks concerned, knowing full well what lack of sleep looks like. You give him a tired hum in response as you begin making your way into your office.

Papyrus followed, wanting to know the cause of what made his friend death glare at him for coffee. He soon found his answer when you sat yourself at your computer and very slowly began typing. 

"Ok-" He began, pulling you and your chair away from the computer with ease, because of the rolling chair. You huff annoyed and glare at him, making him shiver a bit but he still continued.

"You need sleep. Like, ASAP. I don't care if you disagree. But clearly you need to because you are just typing the word 'fuck' onto your document," He lectured. You blink slowly and squint at the far away computer screen. Sure enough, there was at least 2 paragraphs worth of "fuck" written. 

Groaning, your body goes limp in your chair and you stare at your ceiling in defeat. Well… that didn't take much convincing. Sighing, he drags you and your chair into your bedroom and dumps you face first onto your bed.

"Get some sleep Honey," He whispers, ruffling your hair before leaving the room with the chair in tow. Your tired brain could barely register anything as it very quickly fell into dreamland.

You jolt awake at some ungodly hour and squint at the ceiling confused. How de fuck did you get here? You barely remember anything from your tired haze. Then the realization that you had to work hit you like a ton of bricks.

"SHIT!" You exclaim as you jump out of bed and out the door. You pause mid step when you see Papyrus on the couch, holding his phone and looking at you with a grin.

"Morning Honey," He says with a lazy wink while you tried to process the situation. 

. . .

OH MY GOD HE HEARD YOU, NO WONDER HE WAS GRINNING!

"Uh… morning? How long have you been here?" You ask embarrassed. He shrugs and goes back onto his phone.

"A couple of hours. Oh, there's a cake in the kitchen if you want some," 

"Wait, what?" You pass the lazy skeleton into the kitchen, the thought of work long gone. You see a cake on the counter and turn to Papyrus.

"Whyyyyyyyyyy?" You ask, earning a snort from Papyrus.

"Do you need a reason to receive a gift?" He counters, you squint at him.

"Touche, bone man, touche," You respond before getting yourself a slice of cake, walking back into the living room and plopping yourself next to the skeleton.

"Anything interesting on… whatever you're on?" Papyrus huffs with a smirk.

"Yeah, it just hit 3AM on the clock app," Your eyes widen and you go to place your plate onto the coffee table when Papyrus gently takes your arm.

"Relax, work can wait. Your health can't," He says softly, gently bringing you back to the couch. You quirk a brow.

"Uh, no? It can't wait? I need to do it like now?" You explain, confused. Papyrus chuckles.

"Sans and I took care of it. So now you'll be getting the rest you deserve," He says while booping your nose. 

"Also, Sans said to get more sleep," You chuckle.

"How?"

"Trade secret Honey," 

"Pft… dork," 

. . . 

"So about those 2 paragraphs that said 'fuck,'"

"Oh boy… you're not going to let me live that down, are you?"

"Nnnnnnnoooope," 

Want to Request? Please Read this before you do so.

[pacifistofpatience]

Underswap New Years

Underswap!Sans X Reader, Underswap!Papyrus X Reader

Happy new years everybody!! I hope this one is a good one!!

This New Years was not supposed to be any different.

You tended to spend it alone, or with family. Even in your 20′s age was catching up with you enough that the second the ball dropped you were out like a light. Age made you OK with that, though, so you enjoyed your new years none the less.

But in the past year you made two very sweet, very cute, monster friends that insisted you spend New years at their party. And who were you to deny Sans and Papyrus puppy eyed look when you already knew you didn't have any plans.

The real monster, that’s what you would be.

So you dressed up a little nicer that night (Totally not because maybe you wanted to look good for them) and made your way to their house that was...

...oddly quiet. When Sans mentioned the word “Party” you expected something... a little louder? More music? Monsters drunkingly setting off those weird, magic, firework-like creations of theirs in the backyard while Sans worried over the state of his lawn. But as you walked up to the door all you could hear was the soft chatter and the hum of music from the other side.

You knocked.

The door swung opened instantly, a starry eyed Sans looking up at you as he said, “WELCOME!! DINNERS ALMOST READY SO COME IN!!” He ushered you in, “YOU DIDN'T REALLY HAVE TO DRESS UP FOR TONIGHT, BUT YOU LOOK VERY LOVELY!!”

“Oh,” You said, dumbly, “Thanks Sans, I--um-- I thought this was going to be an actual party?”

“Nah...”

Your head turned to see Papyrus settled on the couch, sprawled out so that he took up the entire space. One leg was over the top, another buried itself in the cushions, “Wanted something quiet for once.” he said and then smiled at you, “Figured you’d appreciate it.”

“MORE LIKE WE DON’T WANT ANOTHER NIGHT OF ALPHYS AND UNDYNE MAKING OUT ON THE COUCH WHILE WE’RE ALL FORCED TO WATCH.”

“Yeah,” Papyrus said, “That too.”

You were lead to the couch where Papyrus stayed sprawled out. After a few moments of Sans yanking and tugging at the sack of bones he gave up. With a huff he lifted you only slightly, “FINE!” he snapped, “BE A BRAT! DON’T MOVE! BUT YOU STILL HAVE TO KEEP OUR FRIEND COMPANY WHILE I FINISH DINNER!”

Without warning he dropped you on top on Papyrus, who only let out a shocked grunt in response, but other then that was not bothered by the additional weight.  He wrapped his arm around your waist, “Hey.”

You ignored the way your heartbeat sped up, “Hey...”

-

The two had been really insistent that you came, and you could have guessed a few reasons why...

The main one was because you had been avoiding them.

You didn’t mean to at first, Sans and Papyrus were lovely monsters. In the Year you had met them you three had become fast friends; going everywhere together, sharing food and drinks without a second thought, and even spending nights over each others homes when someone was too tired (Or lazy) to actually leave.

And, inevitably, you developed these dreaded feelings. The kind that made it harder for you to every say the right thing around them or talk at all, and you tried your best to push those feelings aside worried that you might ruin this fantastic friendship you had, but every time you saw them it got harder and harder to shove those feelings down. Eventually you decided to try a new route. Which somehow lead to you convincing yourself that maybe if you had some time off from the two then the feelings would die down on their own. You started to avoid them. Not fully avoid, but just enough that you figured it would help you.

And, like all your genius plans, it didn't work.

Which lead to the boys practically begging you to come to their New Years Not-actually-a-party Party. And, ever the weak willed, you caved.

-

Dinner was delicious, as usual for Sans cooking skills.

After the two had practically shoved you into some of their old Pajamas and dragged you back onto the couch, Papyrus turned on the TV. Sans placed a board game on the table in front of you.

“WE STILL HAVE A FEW HOURS LEFT,” He insisted, “AND UNLIKE SOME PEOPLE I DON’T WANT TO SPEND IT WATCHING A BUNCH OF HUMANS STAND OUTSIDE IN THE FREEZING COLD WAITING FOR A BIG SHINY BALL TO DROP.”

Papyrus snorted, he leaned in closer to you and whispered, “At least someone’s did.”

“PAPYRUS!!” 

-

The dice clattered off the table and onto the ground, from where he sat Papyrus groaned, “Sannnnsssss...”

“YOU THREW THEM OFF THE TABLE, YOU GET THEM.”

“But Brrroooooooo....”

You giggled. You peeked over Sans and said, “You rolled a 10”

9!

“Thanks babe.”

8!

He moved his piece, and Sans picked the dice up from the floor.

7!

“DON’T BE SO DICE TO HIM, HE MAY GET TOO USED TO IT!”

6!

Sans rattled the dice in his hand for emphasis before throwing them on the board in a more controlled manner. Papyrus groaned. 

5!

“Four, bro.”

3!

“AH FUCK--”

2!

You felt like there was something you were forgetting...

1!

The cheer of the crowd was so soft that you could barely hear it over the two brothers bickering. Without waiting for Sans to move his piece, you went to pick up the dice only to drop them as the two skeleton monsters pressed against either side of you.

Without lips it was harder to kiss, but the two brothers got their message across just fine as they nuzzled into the sides of your face.

 Sans loud “MAWH!” may have also helped as well.

“Happy new years.”

“HAPPY NEW YEARS!!”

Happy new years indeed. 

[skelebae21]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Undertale (Video Game)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: US!Papyrus/Reader, Papyrus (Undertale)/Reader
Characters: Underswap Papyrus - Character, US Papyrus, Reader, Female Reader - Character, You
Additional Tags: Smut, Against the wall sex, Magic, Magic ghost dick thingie, Reader is “captured” by Sans, Pap comes to check on her and stuff happens, Request Fill, One-Shot, rough sex?, Teasing, Mentions of resets, Reader Is Not Frisk, Reader does NOT replace Frisk, Underswap AU
Series: Part 8 of Drabbles, requests and more

[skelebae21]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Undertale (Video Game) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Underswap!Papyrus/Reader Additional Tags: Smut, Cunnilingus, Oral Sex, Penetration, Enjoy the boning, you all are the worst for making me want to fuck the skeletons

Summary: You wake up to a pleasant encounter in the kitchen.

Also, your boyfriend is the cheesiest.