The Plan , A Papyrus X Reader Fanfiction

the plan p3 (cooking and friendship)

The door unlocks and you begin to hear someone stop on the ground seemingly removing snow from their boots. It must be papyrus... you stare at the manga not reading anything but instead listening to the stranger downstairs moving around . A radio downstairs clicks playing (music choice) as the stranger begins to hum along beginning to bustle around in the kitchen. The homely sounds of pans banging and the start of cooking begins to make you realise how hungry you really are , you begin to silently unlock your door , open it , close it delicately and start to tip toe down the steps . Your head cranes around the banister and peer through the shadowy darkness to see the shadows of a tall figure bustling around , violently chopping,  pouring and seasoning multiple bits and peices humming the tunes of the battered radio. You un tense and walk towards the kitchen to witness the cause of this mayhem.

Papyrus is clearly in his element , he moves in pace with the fast tempo of the music making his actions seamless and hypnotic. He is making spaghetti (authors note: what a surprise lol) which luckily is a meal you enjoy. Spaghetti is a famously safe choice as i doubt anyone can dislike it , and i especially doubt anyone would dislike papyrus' spaghetti. You sit down quietly to watch the master at work , kitchens are always in my opinion the heart of the home and this home had a heart that beat faster and healthier than any others , it was fascinating to see this 'enemy' of yours doing so many things you would have never of expected and you smiled. You smiled until papyrus began to laugh at himself and his frenzied cooking and his eyes set on you.
"AH! I THOUGHT YOU WERE ASLEEP"
Thin beads of sweat began to run down his forehead as his smile disappeared left with an awkward grin to hide his embarrassing yelp.
'Oh nope sorry,' you grinned at him ' i was awake reading upstairs and i heard you come in , i heard you begin to cook and i couldn't help but come down to watch ! I love cooking and you seemed to be having so much fun im sorry if i frightened you'
"-no ... not all all you simply caught me off my guard.  Im off duty thats the only reason i got frightened" papyrus stood up and puffed his chest out "the great papyrus is never afraid nor thrown off his guard , that would be foolish for someone like myself"
You humoured him and replied flirtly and a little sarcastically 'ahh indeed , someone as great as yourself would never shout in shock or panic' you battered your eyes ' we both know its true'
Papyrus grins nervously as you begin to laugh kindly and he joins you
'Ahaha ahhh- oh that reminds me ! I genuinely want to thank you for my new room and the gifts , you really are too kind and i really really appreciate it'
"Oh that old room has been sitting around empty for months , i tidied it up especially for you ! Im glad that it finally has use , although it is very small so i apologise if its a little uncomfortable" he stirs the sauce slowly as he talks to you and the music plays a soft jazz
'Oh no i love everything about it honestly' you grin 'ive been on the roads and hotels for months, it means alot to have a space for my own even if it is only temporary'
He stops stirring and purposely stares deeply into the pot
"It.. doesnt have to be temporary..."
'Aw no i dont want to guilt you into making me stay after the plan papyrus-'
"your not i-"
'Papyrus we made a deal and im not going to attempt to bend it while im under your care and your under my training' i pull a lopsided smile ' a deals a deal and I dont want to use your kindness to my own advantage'
Papyrus looks at you
"I doubt i can make your decision change so -sigh- i suppose i agree also"

"Erm in other news the pasta is ready"
He plates up two pasta bowls and begins to walk over to serve it.
When he comes near to serve it you become more aware of his touch towards you and your own gaze.
Your gaze has definitely softened and when he bends over to serve the food (he is very tall) , you feel electric like sensation when his chest feathers against your skin. He sits down and you talk for a little while,  you discuss the food , you tell him about italy (a topic he seems to be passionate about and is excited you know about it) and many other small facts about eachother along the way. Your friendship grows within the evening and when you finally say your goodbyes at your doors before you sleep , you genuinely see this strange skeleton as a friend more than an enemy.
You lie back on your bed with brushed teeth and the soft feeling of new sheets and pyjamas and gently fall asleep. You feel safe knowing that he is next door and that he is a friend