#HELLPPP this was sooo self indulgent and so unedited ok but i liked it and wanted to share

[steam-junk]

"goodnight"

ut. papyrus x gn. reader

small drabble. unedited, written at midnight. hella self indulgent too sorry ig not rlly LMAO

no warnings. I mean it was written on mobile, that's the only red flag here. ig reader has a bad sleep schedule too

summary. reader is up all night theorizing for a campaign. a noise alerts their boyfriend, papyrus, who takes note of the time and does his best in sending them to bed.

You'd been sitting for hours at the kitchen table, rambling and theorizing to yourself about your current Dungeons & Dragons campaign. Your only working theory was cliche, and you trusted your DM to be better than that. Tropes? Maybe. They can be well written. But cliches? He was better than that. "Perhaps-" your words were interrupted by your own yawn, "Perhaps I will simply have to wait until more information is revealed. Wait. Waitwaitwait, so there was that one flirty prince NPC, ehh what was his name.." You frantically flipped through your notes, to your first session. "Al.. something.. Alberich! Maria was down, and he said something.. 'Chin up or the crown will fall.' Didn't the evil guy say the same thing? Ohhh my god and didn't Alberich talk about some prince- his brother- who ran away? Ooooh~ I think I've got it-" Interrupted again, this time by a coughing fit. "Damn. Choked on spit."

Then, the SLAM of a door and a loud thump thump thump. "Y/N, ARE YOU ALRIGHT? I HEARD YOU COUGH AND- WAIT, YOU SHOULD BE ASLEEP!! THIS WON'T DO, THE GREAT PAPYRUS WILL NOT ALLOW YOU TO TREAT YOURSELF LIKE THIS!" It was your boyfriend.

"Really, while I do appreciate the concern, I think I'll be fine," as you spoke, another yawn slipped through your throat, forcing your jaws painfully open, "plus it's not that late and I'm the only one who takes notes. I need to be prepared."

"Not that late, Y/N it's three in the morning. And you can't be prepared if you're half asleep the next day."

"Hm? That's not late."

A light sigh escaped from Papyrus as he put two fingers to the bridge of his (very extremely flat) nose. Without speaking, he closed your notes and began to close your laptop. Lightly pushing his hands away, you insisted that, "If you're going to be putting my stuff up anyway, you can just let me do it. I wouldn't want to be annoying." He continued to help clean up anyway, but now with your help.

"It's not annoying," he spoke, interrupting the silence.

"Hm?" You looked at him, "oh. Uhm. I'm glad? I just didn't really know what uh.. words to use." Your speech was becoming slurred as the caffeine washed out and a bitter wave of tired set in.

He only laughed. It was his usual laugh, only it was uncharacteristically quiet. Was he being quiet for you? Or was he always like this at night and you never noticed? It was a possibility, considering the fact that he was usually asleep at this time. He sent a glance your way, one you failed to notice. The cleaning had already been finished, why were you just standing there, looking at a.. cabinet door handle?

He recognized this stance. "Time for bed, hm?" You looked at him and nodded, rubbing your eyes. In a swift motion, he pulled you into his arms against his chest, a motion you certainly didn't resist.

"G'nigh.." You were quiet. So quiet, in fact, that Papyrus wouldn't have heard you, if it weren't for the fact that your arms and head were draped right over his right shoulder. Your eyes were already closed as he walked up the stairs and into your shared bedroom. And you had been almost asleep as you felt yourself place into a bed and someone following in after you, you inferred as it slightly creaked and the mattress was pushed down.

And you had been long asleep when the caring and unusually soft voice of The Great Papyrus said to you, ever so sweetly, "Goodnight, dear."