((Nu my lil cinnabon y u do dis))

You and Papyrus have been good friends for a while now. You've stayed at his and Sans's house for a month or two. Today you were, as always, teaching him to make spaghetti. He was getting a lot better.

"SO.. ERM... THEN YOU ADD THE... TOMATOES?"

"Very good Paps!"

"WOWIE! I'M GETTING EVEN GREATER BY THE DAY!"

You snickered. He began to stir the sauce, but he was a bit... clumsy. You put his hand on yours and stirred the bowl slowly. He was looking down at the bowl, but you could be sworn there was the tiniest orange blush on his nonexistent cheeks.

"ERM... (Y/N)? WE'VE BEEN FRIENDS FOR A WHILE NOW... AND I-IVE WANTED TO GET SOMETHING O-OFF OF MT CHEST..."

"And what would T-that be?" You couldn't help but blush.

He kneeled down to your level and spoke in the quietest voice you've ever heard.

"I... I l-l-like you. A l-lot."

You blushed wide eyed. Instinctively you pecked his cheek.

"Love you too, Pappy ♡"