Transformers/Undertale Oneshots ?? (Requests OPEN)

Underfell Papyrus x Reader PART 2(Lemon ?)

You chuckled, grateful for the distraction and the unexpected moment of closeness. Maybe you were more to him than just a nuisance, just maybe.

Papyrus stepped back, giving you room to move away from the desk. You turned to him with a smile. "So, did you figure out what happened?" You asked, circling around him. Papyrus subtly shifted his position, leaning back against the desk with his arms crossed.

He let out an aggravated sigh, the tension clear on his face. You paused, hesitating before stepping back around the curtain to see what was wrong.

"No," he grumbled, his tone sharp. "That damn lizard said there's a chance her hardware got hacked, by that fucking robot. Now she's holed up in her little lab of a basement, trying to see what Mettaton managed to access." His voice was a low, frustrated growl.

"Damn." You muttered, crossing your arms as the weight of the situation settled in.

Trying to lighten the mood, you glanced at Papyrus with a hint of optimism. "Hey, think of it this way, if she can figure out what Mettaton accessed, we can stop it before it gets worse!" you offered brightly.

Papyrus's gaze stayed locked on you, unblinking and suspicious. "Why are you being so optimistic about this, human?" He muttered, the irritation in his voice barely masking his confusion. It almost seemed like your upbeat attitude made him want to gag.

You chuckled softly. "Oh, come on, Papyrus. It's me, what else would you expect?" You teased, taking a step closer to him.

He groaned, looking away as a hint of red dusted his cheekbones. "Probably not someone so damn positive."  He grumbled.

A playful smile tugged at your lips. "Well, you should know by now that's just not possible with me." You replied gently. Closing the gap, you leaned against the desk beside him, your hands resting on either side of his frame.

Papyrus remained still, his posture rigid, arms crossed as if shielding himself. His eyes narrowed, scanning you with a mixture of curiosity and annoyance. "I can clearly see that,"  he muttered, his voice a little lower. "But what exactly do you think you're doing?"

You smirked slightly, meeting his gaze. There was a challenge there, a test of boundaries. Maybe a part of him was curious, but you'd have to see just how much he'd let you push.

You shrugged casually. "Not sure yet, still figuring it out." You said softly, closing a bit more distance between you and him. Papyrus instinctively backed up, his arms uncrossing as his hands found their way to your shoulders. His grip was gentle, hesitant, like he wanted to stop you but wasn't fully committed to the idea.

"This is crossing lines, human." He warned, though his voice lacked the usual edge.

You bit your lip slightly, noticing the cracks forming in his guarded demeanor. "Oh? Funny, I don't remember any lines the last time if I recall correctly." You teased, your gaze drifting to the ceiling as if deep in thought.

Papyrus's eyes widened, the memory of that night flashing in his mind. His face flushed a deeper shade as he scoffed, looking away sharply. "Very cruel of you to bring that up when I wasn't in the right state of mind, (Y/N)." He muttered, his voice low yet strained.

You shook your head slowly, keeping your eyes on him. "Granted, but you were still clear-headed enough to stop if you really wanted to." You countered, leaning in just a bit closer. "Besides, you've been... different with me ever since. Doesn't that make you question anything?"

Your head tilted slightly, a playful yet genuine curiosity in your expression. Papyrus's grip on your shoulders tightened just a little before loosening again. The conflict in his eyes was evident, a silent battle between his instinct to guard himself and the pull he felt toward you.