Author's Notes: So Sorry I Died; And Very Sorry That It's Not Jason Todd Related! However, Undertale/undertale Aus Have Been My Main Reoccurring Fixation For A Handful Of Years Now, So Expect A Lot Of Content For Them :P
Papyrus feels guilty. He’s not sure that he’s ever felt this guilty before, and he’s pretty familiar with guilt.
The reason he feels guilty is currently sitting next to him on his bed, leaning into him as they watch some silly show on his laptop that he has long lost the plot to. You, his best friend.
You two had met about a year or two ago, and you’ve gotten really close during that time. So close, that Papyrus has ended up really liking you, in more than just a friendly sense. I mean, how could he not? You’re amazing. You’re patient with him, but you also love to indulge in his teasing and jokes instead of treating him like glass. You freely call him a nerd, but still listen to him whenever he’s fixated on a new story. You don’t judge him whenever he gets anxious over the small things, or frown disapprovingly when he gives in to his vices. You understand him. Not to mention that you get along well with his brother (which, granted, it’s probably harder not to get along with Sans, but still!)
And over the past few months, you two have gotten even closer. It all started with a night where you two spent the night at your apartment, just hanging around each other. He had been having a long week, so he had smoked a little before coming over, which you were fine with. However, at one point the both of you had been laying on your couch together, and he had mindlessly let it slip out that he really likes being close with you. Like, a lot. You had taken it in stride, chuckling and responding with something he can’t remember at this point. Then, the next day when he had tried to apologize for it, you waved him off and said that the both of you were fine.
Since then, you two have been a lot more physically close. Very physically close. It started off with your ususal leaning against and laying on each other slowly morphing into actual cuddling, or sometimes just absentmindedly holding hands. He was happy with this, grateful even. It meant that you hadn’t realized that his confession for what it actually was. But then, one night, you had been fidgeting with his hand, and you had brought it up to your lips and pressed a soft kiss to his knuckles. He had been so stunned that he didn’t know what to do, but you hadn’t made a big deal about it, quickly moving past it. Small gestures like that became more common, which had then shifted into actual kissing. First, just quick little pecks, that then became lingering kisses, that then turned into straight up make out sessions.
You’ve been so sweet throughout the whole process. You always ask if what you’re doing is okay, you’re slow with things to ensure that he’s comfortable, and he knows that if he said he wanted to stop, you would in an instant. The problem is...Papyrus doesn’t want to stop. He’s enjoyed the affection, no matter how overwhelmed with shame he becomes when he lets his mind linger on it for too long.
Lately, every hang out has turned into either a cuddle or make-out session, not that he’s complaining. So, it’s not very surprising when this one starts to head in the same direction. The laptop is further down on the bed, long forgotten as your mouths move against each other. When this first started, it had taken you a moment to figure out how to properly kiss a skeleton. Once you got the hang of it though, you were good. Papyrus has grown very fond of how your lips feel against his teeth, soft and warm.
Papyrus isn’t sure how long you two have been sitting there, holding each other and enjoying the unhurried affection. He’s leaning over you slightly, you pulling him forward by the base of his skull as you lean back, your other hand on his lower back. His breath hitches as your fingers slide up and under his shirt, lightly trailing up his spine. You two have gotten a little handsy before, so this isn’t anything particularly new. What is new however, is when your hand trails back down his spine and you brush your thumb over his iliac crest peaking out from his shorts. What’s even newer is the way you play with his waistband, following along the fabric and tugging lightly before going to undo the button—
Oh.
Oh no.
Papyrus would love to say that he doesn’t panic, but considering the way he sucks in a sharp breath and suddenly yanks away from you, he can’t exactly defend himself. You’re looking at him, expression a mixture of shock and a little bit of hurt, but mostly concern.
“I’m sorry,” You immediately apologize, moving further away from him, which he—admittedly irrationally—feels upset about for a split second. “I should’ve asked. We don’t have to do anything more, and we can stop all together if you’d like. Are you...Is everything okay?”
“i-no, you’re fine, it’s—i just, can’t do this. like this, i mean,” He answers quickly, trying to sort out his thoughts. You recognize that he just needs a moment and wait patiently as he desperately tries to get himself in order, despite being visibly worried and clearly wanting to ask more questions.
“look i really—i really like this. i like doing all of this stuff with you” i like you. “i just...”
He hesitates. This isn’t how he wanted to tell you. He wasn’t sure he wanted to tell you at all at this point, but he can’t bring himself to do anything more under the guise of just messing around with each other. Taking a deep breath, steeling his nerves, and swallowing down the anxious nausea that’s stirred in his non-existent stomach, he goes for it.
“i know we have this whole...friends-with-benefits thing going on, wh-which i’m fine with! i don’t mind it. but i also uh...i like you. a lot. romantically.”
You’re looking at him with your brows furrowed, but you’re not saying anything yet, so he takes that as an opening to keep explaining himself.
“i just don’t want to go any further with this bein’ all casual and stuff ‘cause it might feel too intimate? and i don’t wanna give make these feelings worse or anything,” He adds, fiddling with the string of his hoodie.
You’re still just staring at him like you’re trying to understand what he means. He’s starting to sweat slightly, and he can’t keep his eyes on you. He’s completely and utterly convinced that he’s ruined everything; you’re not even going to be friends-without-benefits anymore and you’re going to leave and never talk to him again because you’re disgusted and you hate him—
“Papyrus.”
Your voice shakes him out of his thoughts, his gaze snapping back to you.
“...We’ve been dating for the past two months,” You say finally. You’re speaking slowly, a confused look on your face.
.......
“we’ve been what?” He asks, all of his anxiety leaving him in favor of being completely dumbfounded.
You nod, clearly torn between being entertained, confused, and somewhat concerned.
“Yeah. I mean, we never really said so much out loud, but I kind of figured we were just taking things slow. You honestly kind of seemed the type? So I didn’t really question it,” You explain, a small disbelieving smile tugging at your lips. “What did you think was happening?”
That...that explains a lot.
Originally, Papyrus was convinced he’d never felt more guilty in his life. Now? He’s convinced that he’s never felt more embarrassed in his life. His skull flushes completely and he presses his palms to his face, letting out a long, distressed groan.
“i-i don’t know!” He exclaims, flopping backwards onto his bed. “i thought after what i said you assumed i wanted to just mess around, no-strings-attached! and i liked what we were doing so i just went with it!”
You pause, looking at him incredlously, before bursting out in laughter. He lets out another anguished noise, curling in on himself. He can’t believe this. He’s so dumb.
Once you’re able to quiet your snickering, you lean over and lightly poke his shoulder.
“Hey, just so you know...I like you a lot too. Romantically,” You say with small grin, teasing but genuine as can be.
“...yeah?” Papyrus asks, shifting so that he can glance at you.
“Yeah,” You confirm. “And if you thinking I didn’t know you like me was the only reason you didn’t want to continue...”
You trail off, giving him a sly look.
With that confirmation, Papyrus wastes no time going back to where you left off.
Additional Author's Notes: Not Super Sure How I Feel About This, But I Think It's Cute Enough :) My US!Papyrus Is Heavily Inspired By @/popatochisssp ! Go Read Her Works!!! They Are My Biggest Inspiration And I Adore How She Writes And Characterizes Her Boys! Her Swapfell Papyrus Is Literally The Love Of My Life <3 (Her Version Of Swapfell Is So Interesting In General)
Us!Frisk as a haunted doll or smth, us!Chara as a witch, us!Sans as a pirate, us!Papyrus as a vampire, and us!Temmie as a wizard. My country doesn't celebrate halloween so I'm making them wear costumes that I want
Anyway last pic is them going to a haunted attraction
