Papyrus x Reader- Oneshot Booklet 💕

Highschool Sweethearts (Drabble)

Slightly possessive Papyrus warning, eheh

Papyrus took five, six, seven deep breaths. He clenched and unclenched his fists, tight, lose, tight, lose. A drop of sweat swiveled down to his cheekbone, and he quickly swiped it away with the back of his hand. Ten, eleven, twelve deep breaths.
You entered the empty classroom.

The early evening sun warmed the room by reaching through the window blinds in slits, the left side of your face glistening from the light. He inhaled briskly as you made eye contact.

"Papyrus?"

He saw for the first time that you were not only beautiful; you were gorgeous. Breathtaking. The shape of your face could fit perfectly in between his cupped hands. Your eyes were a flattering shade, complimenting the colour of your hair. Your lips, your teeth, even the scratches and bruises and blemishes and scars. The curves or the lack of. The masculinity/femininity of your features... he couldn't get enough.
He thought he only liked you for your personality, but gazing closer, your looks also made his heart pound.

Blush dusted across his face, heating him in awkward places. The sweat only increased now, and he could not prevent it.

"Y-YES?"

You smiled shyly. "Did you write this note that I found in my locker-?"

He blinked, expression almost fearful. "PERHAPS...?"

"Papyrus!" You chuckled, "I think you did. Correct if I'm wrong, but you're the only one in our grade who actively uses cursive."

He looked awfully embarrassed, and you felt ashamed for calling him out like that. You decided to add, "I like your cursive. You specifically do it very elegantly."

Each word was swirled and curved together, almost like weaving a web, sewing a sweater. As if the words were not beautiful enough already, the handwriting alone was a work of art.

" Dear Y/N,
I am not the best at saying things like this.
Words can only give someone so little!
What I wish to express to you is so unique to me, not even I can fully describe it.

You have an adorable laugh. It's somewhat childish, which I hope you don't take as an insult, because I intend it as the exact opposite.
It makes me giddy to hear it. The first time I did, I swore I was getting sick.

I felt dizzy, but... it was nice!
Almost sickly sweet.

I like the way you make me feel.

Please meet me after school today in the old science classroom.

-P "

"Did you not write it? Am I pestering you with my false accusations?" You laughed dryly.

"Th-the Spring Prom--" He choked out, slightly shaken with the words coming from his mouth. "It's in a week or so, a-and I don't know if you have a date."

Typically, you never went to school dances, or school events in general. You had heard before that Papyrus often went to dances with his monster friends from the Underground. You had not taken the time to know any of them, though you wanted to; Papyrus was easy to hit it off with.

It was hard for you to make the first move. Introductions on their own required a lot of effort. But Papyrus seemed to be completely oblivious to sour reactions. First impressions meant nothing to him; he knew with enough confidence, he could turn negative views of others around simply by being himself.

"I don't." You said slowly, "Yet."

"W-well, I... I was wondering if... I could take you." He mumbled the last part, hoping you could not hear. Much to his dismay, you gasped.

"Oh! Uhh! Really--?" Flushed, you stumbled on your speech. Your tongue skidded around your mouth, your brain blowing a fuse.

He nodded vigorously, head bobbing quickly. "Y-y-yes. Only if you would like to."

You could imagine Papyrus with you, gliding across the gymnasium floor, feet in synchronization with the music. Your peers would be stunned with your magnificent performance, giving you sudden respect. You would be cool. Glamorous. And best of all, you would be with Papyrus.

He had imagined it differently, though. In his dreams, everybody else was blurred out. The two of you were still the center of glory, but instead of caring what the others thought, they no longer mattered. It would be you and him, swimming in a pool of splashing lights and colours. At the right moment, he would take your cheek, lean down and---

"How does it sound if we went somewhere else?" You asked, smiling timidly. "As much as I enjoy being at school on a Friday night, I think... I would like to just talk with you more instead."

Papyrus perked up. "You would like to have a date?? Outside of school!?"

The excitement rose in his chest. Yes, yes, this was what he wanted. What he needed. A break from everybody else. He wanted to be with you for a while, to help him work out how he truly feels.

"Yeah... is that okay?" You blushed.

"I'll pick you up." He practically wheezed out, face flooded with scorching warmth that he could barely think or breathe.

"O-okay!" You giggled. He lurched, laughing shakily.

"Eight o'clock p.m." He coughed out.

"Perfect!"

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I just wanted to remind y'all that I do indeed take requests and, honestly? I ENCOURAGE THEM Because I may or may not be RUNNING LOW ON IDEAS!!
So please, feel free!