#napstaton x blue

[utdrmv-confession-box]

Transcript: Now, You know the ship Papyton right, okay but think about the underswap version, blue x napstaton, the reason why I'm talking about this is because Napstaton is still insecure right? And Swap is their biggest fan right? You see where I'm going with this?

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Undertale Character list & AUS (Update)

I'll try to keep you guys update every time I add (or plan to add) a new AU or a new Character. And I'll also give nicknames to a few of them. A lot of the Characters do not have a nickname yet.

Here are the Characters & AUs that I write:

Untertale:

(Aged up) Frisk (Classic Frisk) 

Toriel (Classic Toriel, Classic Tori, goat mom)

Napstablook (Classic Napstablook)

Sans (Classic Sans or just Classic)

Papyrus  (Classic Papyrus)

Undyne (Classic Undyne)

Alphys (Classic Alphys)

Mettaton (Classic Mettaton, Metta)

Asgore (Classic Asgore)

Grillby  (Classic Grillby)

Muffet  (Classic Muffet)

(Aged up) Asriel (Classic Asriel) 

(Aged up) Chara (Classic Chara)

W.D Gaster  (Classic W.D Gaster)

Underfell:

(Aged up) Frisk 

Toriel (edgy goat mom, “evil” stepmother)

Napstablook (Dark ghosty)

Sans (Red)

Papyrus (Edge)

Undyne (Violence, Spear of torture)

Alphys (Mad doc)

Mettaton (killer robot)

Asgore (BlackTea)

Grillby  (flame)

Muffet (back widow)

(Aged up) Asriel 

(Ages up) Chara

W.D Gaster (Doctor Frankenstein)

Underswap: 

(Aged up) Chara (swappy)

Asgore (goat dad)

Mettablook ( Happstablook)

Papyrus (stretch, carrot, orange, honey)

Sans (blue, blueberry, sonic)

Alphys (axe of justice)

Undyne (FishScience)

Napstaton (Napton)

Toriel (Queen)

(Aged up) Frisk 

(Aged up) Monster Kid  (God of hyperfun)

River Gaster (new added)

Swapfell:

(Aged up) Chara 

Asgore (”evil” stepdad)

Mettablook (killer ghost)

Papyrus (smoker, smokey)

Sans (blackberry, raspberry)

Alphys (axe of death)

Undyne (evil sushi)

Napstaton 

Toriel (”evil” queen)

(Aged up) Frisk 

(Aged up) Monster Kid 

Horrortale:

Sans (Horror, Axe, Slasher)

Papyrus (Sugar, Willow )

Undyne

Storyshift:

(aged up) Frisk (shifty, pretty mirror)

Papyrus (prince Papyrus)

(aged up) Chara (Chocolate simp, the cool sibling)

(aged up) Asriel (the cute sibling, Rei)

Toriel (Mothers instincts)

Asgore (sciencegoat)

Undyne (artificial fishsticks)

Sans (King Sans, BONEsty (Majesty + Bone))

Fellswap Gold: 

Sans (Wine)

Papyrus (Coffee)

(Other Characters will be included soon)

Mafiatale: 

Asgore (Don Asgore, Boss)

Toriel (Lady Toriel)

(aged up) Asriel (Snipergoat)

(aged up) Chara (hitman)

(aged up) Frisk 

Gaster 

Alphys

Undyne 

Napstablook (Gambling snail, Spy)

Mettaton (MettalIic Charm)

Sans (gunslinger)

Papyrus (laughing gun)

Grillby 

Muffet (Tarantula)

Mafiaswap:

Toriel (Lady Boss, Boss Toriel, Boss Lady)

Asgore (mafiadad)

(aged up) Asriel (gentlegoat)

(aged up) Chara 

(aged up) Frisk 

(aged up) Monster Kid (MK)

Sans (sonic gun)

Papyrus (bodyguard)

Undyne

Alphys

Mettablook

Napstaton

Muffet

Grillby

Gaster

Mafiafell (new added):

Asgore (Godfather)

Toriel (Donna)

Asriel (Shotgun)

Chara (exterminator? cold eyes?) (I don´t really know, but I´m happy to hear your suggestions)

Frisk (little boss)

Sans (bruiser)

Papyrus (assault rifle or just rifle)

Undyne (due process)

Napstablook (acid, acid spitter)

Mettaton (lasergun)

Alphys (doc. poison)

Gaster (sulfur)

Grillby (pyre)

Muffet (genderbent) (Webber)

Burgerpants (Whiskers)

Shiftfell/Storyfell (new added)

Asriel (Black Star)

Chara (Cherry) (she/her)

Toriel

Asgore

Sans

Papyrus

Outertale:(new added)

Sans (comet)

Papyrus (pluto)

Gaster (lost star)

Grillby (Rainbow flame)

mics AUS (Aus that I only use a few Characters):

Storyswap (Chara, Asriel, Toriel, Asgore, Papyrus) 

Altertale (Sans, Toriel, Asgore,) 

Altered Destiny (Sans, Toriel, Asgore) 

Swapshift/History recast (Frisk, Monster Kid) 

X-tale: Sans (Cross), Chara (XChara) (new added)

ErrorSans (new added)

NightmareSans (new added)

AUs that will be added soon:

DreamSans

InkSans

GenoSans

AUs/Characters that I'm currently interested in but haven't decided  if I want to add them yet: 

ReaperSans

(maybe) Arsonfell (Frisk, and Sans only)

AUs that I won't include:

Dusttale

Underlust

FreshSans (or Underfresh in general)

Killer!Sans

Dancetale 

Ships that I do headcannons for:

Frisk x Chara. 

Frisk x Asriel, 

Frisk x Chara x Asriel (Poly) (they all are aged up)

Sans x Toriel, 

Sans x Grillby,

 Sans x Asgore 

Toriel x Asgore, (only in Undertale and Mafiaswap)

Papyrus x Mettaton 

Asgore x Gaster (only in Undertale)

Gaster x Grillby 

Grillby x Muffet

Undyne x Alphys

 Chara + Asriel 

(All of those Ships also work with x reader/ S/O)

Ships that I won't write for:

I don´t write for incest Ships so, no Sancest, Fontcest, Goatcest and so on

Any Ships with Monster Kid or Flowey

Frans  because I often see Sans as a father figure or big brother figure or as a dunkle.

Papara same reason as with Sans. I kinda see Papyrus (especially Underswap Papyrus) as father figure/brother figure.

Papyrus x Frisk

Sans x Chara

Altertale Toriel and Asgore because in this AU they are siblings.

Mafiaswap Sans and Mafiaswap Toriel because in this AU Toriel and Asgore are still married

Mafiaswap Papyrus and Mafiaswap Asgore the same reason as with Mafiaswap Soriel

Mafiaswap Charisk, Mafiaswap Frisk x Asriel, Mafiaswap Chara x Asriel, Mafiaswap Frisk x Asriel x Chara because they all grow up from a very young age together. (and because Mafiaswap is more of a platonic AU, which means that the only romantic ship between those Characters will be Mafiaswap Asgore x Mafiaswap Toriel)

Any Underfell,Fellswap Gold, Swapfell  and Horrortale ships because I think its unhealthy.

Storyshift Asriel x Chara because Chara looks a  lot older than Asriel.

If there’s an AU that you like that is not mentioned feel free to suggest it.

Also, before I forget I do not really have a limit, but keep in mind that the more Characters the longer I'll probably need for the ask (depends on the ask of course)

[seamstress-kin-stop]

A stimboard for a Dirk strider with orange and dark blues with no sandy/grainy textures, soap cutting or slime with stuff in it. With nature type stuff on it! X-O-X-O    O-X-O-X  hope you like it!!!

-mod cal (Napstaton shift)

[bleakishblooky]

    x . || @nxcecream liked for a starter

   “YOOOOOOO! NIC, MY PESSIMISTIC SOFTIE BUNNY DUDE! LISTEN TO THIS SICK BEAT!!”

      Napstaton’s voice practically boomed across the plaza of the NTT™ Resort. Flashy, bright, and annoyingly-loud as ever. The robot held a stack of CDs and a large, garishly-neon set of blue headphones, and without caring for what Nic was doing, he hopped onto the counter and sat his metal ass down on it, then reached over to try and fit the headphones over Nic’s ears.

      “Quit flippin’ burgers for a moment and listen to me, broski! You wanna be a DJ, right? Then ya gotta learn how to be a firin’ critic too! Build those wire-neurons in your brain and whatever! Radical or no?? Tell me! You smell like french fries, by the way!” Napstaton, slow down!

[sterls-world]

I’m With Stupid

Pairings: HoneyBerries (US!Pap x FS!Sans x US!Sans)

Warnings: Drunk Razz, kinda OOC Razz?

Summary: In which a drunk Razz shows just how touch-starved he is, and Stretch almost fucking dies again.

Word Count: 1,088

A/N: @undertale-writing-challenges did a fic on @stretch-suggestions and @blueberry-suggestions, so here I am with one including @razz-s because I fucking love their dynamic (even though Blue only shows up here in the end lmao). Anyway, have this pile of gay garbo.

Razz stared down into his third glass of vodka and sighed, sprawling his top half out onto the bar countertop. The jukebox was playing some sort of slow rock ballad, something that Napstaton had come out with a few years ago that set the mood in the bar as melancholy and stupid, if Razz had been voicing his thoughts about it.

He didn’t have a habit of stopping by Muffets after patrol, but tonight he’d made an exception. He needed a drink… or several.

Bakery during the day and bar at night, Muffet’s was almost completely dead on a weeknight, so Razz wasn’t worried about somebody seeing him there. Not that he really cared anymore anyway.

The shop’s bell jingled, signaling another person’s arrival.

“razz?”

And there he was: one half of the two very reasons he was plastering himself across the countertop in the first place… and who was now sliding into the seat next to him with one of those stupidly concerned looks on his face.

“‘Ey, Stretch… Wasn’ expectin’ t’ see you ‘ere…”

The taller, hoodie-clad skeleton monster placed a hand on Razz’s shoulder.

“are… are you drunk right now? are you ok?”

The smaller violently shrugged the hand off, and Stretch pulled it up to his chest, looking hurt and confused- so stupid!

“‘M fine, ya nanny, jeez… ‘M I not allowed t’ drink ‘r somethin’?”

He knew his words were badly slurred, but he didn’t care. He just wanted Stretch to go away- or better yet, get mad at him for once.

“razz, your brother’s been lookin’ all over for you… he was concerned when you didn’t come home, it’s really late.”

Razz looked up at the clock, squinting.

“Fuck, ‘s that late already? Shit…”

He looked from his drink, to the door, and then back again.

“Jus’ tell ‘im I’ll be home soon…”

“i’m not leaving without you, razz. i’m gonna help you get home, so finish up and we can go.”

Razz grit his teeth and he flung his hands up, sending the drink flying.

“Fuck off! I don’ need your help!”

His shout echoed around the empty bar, accompanied by the sound of glass smashing. Stretch had been caught so off-guard by him that he hadn’t had time to react to the flying drink, and was now dripping with vodka. He took the napkin that had been under Razz’s glass and wiped his face as best he could. He looked at Razz with a sad- stupid!- expression.

“did... did something happen today?”

At this, Razz stood, shoulders up by where his ears would be if he’d had any, and stumble-stomped his way to the door.

“hey, wait!”

He whirled around, ending up almost nasal cavity-to-nasal cavity with Stretch. His magic kicked into gear, and he was suddenly holding a sharpened bone to the taller’s throat. He looked at Razz with wide eyes, as his hands slowly rose in surrender. Razz just thrust the bone forward a little more in response.

“did... i do something wrong?”

Razz growled from deep in his chest.

“Fuckin’ bein’ stupid, ‘s what you did! ‘S what your doin’! Y’ don’t need t’ fuckin’ worry ‘bout me-”

The world pitched slightly, and he stumbled forward, just narrowly missing Stretch’s neck with his weapon. He landed with a grunt on the other’s chest, and long arms closed around him, holding him in place.

“it’s ok, you’re ok-”

With a violent push, Razz threw Stretch to the floor, and summoned another bone spear. He threw it, hard, and it splintered the floorboards by Stretch’s head.

“Stop it! Jus’ fucking stop!”

There it was again! That stupid concern on his face, even after Razz had just almost fucking killed him!

“You’re so fucking backwards, you know that!”

“razz, please, let me-”

“Fuck y-you!”

The hiccup in his voice made him pause. Hot tears were streaming down his cheeks at a steady rate, and his hand shook as it curled around yet another spear.

“Y-you don’t get it… It’s not s’posed to be like this…”

Stretch sat up slowly, not wanting to incite another attack, and rested his arms on his knees.

“like what, razz?”

He flinched at the stupid, gentle tone in that voice, so calm and trusting and-

“Like you ‘n Blue! Like all the shit you’ve been doing! Pulling that stupid face when I almost just fucking killed you! You’re s’posed to run! Run away from me! Fight back! Fucking do something, d-dont just stare at me like th-that…”

He was outwardly sobbing now. If anybody saw him like this…

“Y-you’re gonna g-get me d-dusted, s-stupid!”

“you really think that lowly of me, huh.”

Razz’s eyelights snapped back to Stretch’s face. He began to get up, taking the time to make sure the smaller wasn’t going to lash out at him again, and then hesitantly approached again, this time only reaching out a hand to his shoulder. Tired, and more than a little wobbly now, Razz didn’t try to avoid it.

He loved the contact. His whole body ached for it sometimes, for someone to just scoop him up and hold him close and never let go, but he’d never admitted it out loud. And then there were the Swap brothers, who’d just… asserted themselves one day into his life and hugged him, touched him with a gentleness he’d never known before.

“i’m never going to let anybody hurt you. not while i’m around.”

The soft sound of Stretch’s voice broke him out of his thoughts, and the hand left his shoulder to cup his cheek, thumb wiping away a stray tear. Everything inside Razz’s head crashed, and he let out a long, loud wail, letting his body fall forward and burying his face into the softness of the taller skeleton’s hoodie.

“shh, it’s ok, i gotcha.”

Being held so tightly, Razz hardly noticed when Stretch teleported the both of them back to the brother’s house.

“Papy! You’re ho- oh… Razz? Are you alri- agh!”

As soon as he’d heard Blue’s voice, he’d blindly started to reach for him, and grabbed whatever he’d caught- which happened to be his bandana. He pulled the tiny skeleton into the embrace and held him tightly, protectively.

The next morning, he found himself sandwiched between the two brothers, with no recollection of how he’d gotten there. They both had their arms wrapped around him, and Blue was smiling in his sleep. Now, Razz may not have remembered much, but he did know one thing: he never wanted to leave this stupid hug.

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Napstaton x Reader fluff

Raffle Winner One-shot for @bigfanofpuns Napstaton x Reader  ||   Underswap Pacifist Surface timeline Reader specifics:  aerial acrobat.   ... I went a little further and did an aerial acrobat with a specialty in silk acrobatics.

*Hope you like it!

You didn't know what to expect when you got the call from a rather shy, soft-spoken person that claimed your talents were requested--but of all the possibilities you entertained, standing in front of a literal, smiling robot was never one of them.

"Yo!  You must be Y/N!  Gotta say, it's great to meet you in-person.  You're exactly what my next show needs!"

They beam at you, and your eyes sweep over their metallic body, taking in the sight of their blue jacket and matching hat (turned around backwards to sweep the gray locks of hair from their face), the headphones around their neck, and the fist now extended out to you.

"Don't leave me hangin', dude."  The robot shakes their hand toward you, and you finally snap out of your shock to awkwardly fist-bump them.  

"Sorry, I just..."  You trail off, so many different questions running through your mind at once, that it was difficult to pick just one.

"I know, it's kinda overwhelming meeting a star as big as me, right?"  The robot reaches out and claps a hand on your shoulder, leaning forward.  Your spine stiffens in surprise, but you have to admit... He's actually really handsome.

And totally a robot.

"I don't think I know who you are," you manage, your best apologetic smile plastered on your face.  The robot blinks slowly, pulling back yet not breaking the physical contact.  He stares at you for a moment longer before he suddenly breaks into a grin.

"Ohhh, dude!  You really had me going for a second there.  I doubt there's a home out there that doesn't know the name Napstaton.  My NTT line is pretty rad, after all!"

The name sounds vaguely familiar.  But, if this robot's famous... then...

"How do you know who I am?"

"Your video!"  He releases your shoulder to give you a thumbs up.  "Once I saw how talented you are with acrobatics, I was, like, so entranced!  Holy cow, you're limber!  How did you even start doing aerial silk shows?"

You feel your face heating up.  It's always been a passion of yours; you got into gymnastics as a child, and then went from there, using uneven bars to propel yourself into flips and corkscrews mid-air.  But, the moment you saw an aerial silk show, where the acrobat would twist their body between two hanging strips of silk, combining the acrobats you loved with the sensual beauty of the silk, well...

You wanted that to be you.

So, it had become a hobby.  You were known for how versatile your moves were, how you basically made it into a dance.  But, you only did small local performances.  You never expected someone from Ebott City to take notice.  And you especially never expected that someone to be a celebrity robot.  

... Did he even count as a monster?  Would it be incredibly rude to ask?

"It was just something I wanted to try," you finally answer, finding your voice as the initial shock wears off.  "I've always been an acrobat, but the silk shows are something new I've been trying."

Napstaton raises a brow.  It amazes you that their mechanical features are so expressive.  Who in the world built them?  

"Woah, you say that like it's so easy!  Aren't you scared of falling?"

You shake your head.  "Nah, I've walked tight-ropes before.  As long as the silk is secured well, I won't fall."

The robot whistles low, crossing their arms.  "Well, in that case, you've got nothing to worry about!  We'll make sure you won't literally break a leg."  They grin wide, and there's something so charming and relaxed about that expression.  Is it in their programming?  

Or is their something more to them?

You find yourself eager to discover what that something is.

The first day of rehearsal, you sit back and watch the performance.  Napstaton is spinning records and remixing tunes in a massive DJ booth to the side of the stage.  A literal pink ghost is singing, and it's the same timid voice you heard on the phone before--only it's beautiful and relaxed when put with the music.  There's an equally-timid-looking, yet absurdly-muscular horse monster singing backup vocals and adding a deep baritone timbre to the mix.  The two of them harmonize well, especially with the tone of the music.

There's also a blue-haired rabbit monster is scowling off to the side, dressed up as... the scenery.  In fact, it seems like the only thing he adds to the performance is standing there with a crude bush costume around him, and his head sticking out of a hole.  

You wisely decide not to question it.

The group runs through all of the songs, and you find yourself getting lost in the music.  When they stop, you realize why they're so popular; they're mesmerizing, even without the hook of being a monster band.  

Napstaton deftly jumps off the edge of the stage, landing with a metallic clunk in front of you.  They're wearing their usual charming grin, filled with the content confidence of someone quite comfortable in their own skin--or metal casing, rather.  "Whaddya think?"

"It sounds pretty amazing, honestly," you respond, your brows raised.

"We always sound rad," he agrees, although he does seem to brighten at your compliment.  "So, can you make up a routine based on that?  I can give you some CDs with the songs to take home."

"Yeah, that'll definitely help.  I can come up with something."

"Cool!  How about we rehearse again in a week?"

You spend all week listening to the songs and practicing at the studio your friend runs.  You don’t know why, but there’s a part of you that’s eager to impress the robotic celebrity.

You can’t stop thinking about the way they smiled at you, the confidence exuding from them in waves.  They had accomplished so much since ascending from Underground (you finally Googled them, and hoo boy, they weren’t joking when they said everyone knew them.  Their NTT line was everywhere), and yet, they hadn’t been stuck up about it.  Instead, thye’d been warm and friendly, casual even, like you were friends despite just meeting.  

It was refreshing, and you want to make sure your routine is perfect.  If you play your cards right, this could even be what propels you further in the world of acrobatics.  

At the first rehearsal, the stage looks the same, only there’s now two long silk ropes hanging down, in the same shade of blue as Napstaton’s jacket.  You’re wearing a simple leotard as you examine the silk, tugging on it, and then jumping up to swing on it slightly, making sure its secure.  

“Don’t worry; I’m, like... 95% positive you won’t fall to your death.”  

Napstaton’s voice startles you, and you nearly let go.  They reach out and place a hand on your back, steadying you, and their fingers touch the skin exposed by the leotard.  Surprisingly, they don’t feel cold, but warm... and slightly buzzing.  It makes your skin tingle.  “Sorry,” they chuckle.  “I didn’t mean to sneak up on you...ah...”

They seem to trail off, and you notice their gaze on the exposed skin of your legs.  You can’t help but shift on your feet, feeling a little self-conscious.  You don’t have much experience with monsters--much less robots--and aren’t sure if your attire is crossing some strange boundary.  “Is this okay?  The silk tends to slip if I’m wearing leggings or tights.”

“What?”  They snap out of it, shaking their head.  “No, no, i-it’s fine.  I was just thinking that Happy is gonna have to whip you up some rad threads for the show!”  There’s a soft blue glow to their cheeks suddenly that you find fascinating. 

... Is Napstaton blushing?

Instead, you query, “Happy?”

That charming grin is back in-place.  “Yeah, my cousin!  He does lead vocals!  Name’s Hapstablook, but I’ve always called him Happy.”  They shrug.  “It’s stuck.”

A robot with a ghost cousin?  Monsters are so interesting!  And so strange.

The rehearsal starts, but this time, it’s just you and Napstaton, the song playing from a CD.  They still sit at the DJ booth to the side, kicked back in a chair with their feet up and their arms behind their head.  

You can feel their gaze on you, intently watching.

Your face flushes, and you try to block it out.  

When the music starts, you immediately grasp both ropes and climb, twisting the silk around your body as you do so with practiced ease.  You invert in the silk, hanging upside down, slowly spinning in a circle as you dangle and wait for the moment when the beat of the music begins to rise.  At just the perfect moment, you drop, rolling down the silk and catching yourself with your legs to spin upright.  Even over the music, you catch Napstaton’s startled gasp, and when you spin around toward them, you see that they’re no longer chilling in the chair, but leaned forward with both feet planted on the ground in front of him.  

Your performance is perfectly choreographed, filled with inversions, flips, and displays of your upper body strength.  At one point, you slide down and catch yourself with only your ankle wrapped in the silk.  At another, you stretch out sideways and spin in the silk, wrapping yourself up, only to slide down further.  One song slides into another, and you keep the moves up, timing each feat with a portion of the song.  When the song ends, you end up rolling down the silk from the top, only to catch yourself at the bottom, still wrapped up.  One leg is bent behind your head, the other with your toe pointed down toward the floor, an arm stretched taunt and wrapped in silk, and the other extended toward the imaginary audience.

Napstaton breaks into applause and gives you a thumbs up.  Their grin is the widest you’ve seen yet.   

“Your rad performance is definitely going to be our grand finale!”

The next week, Napstaton’s made some notes on your cues.  The adorable pink ghost, Happy, films you during rehearsal, and Napstaton remixes a few of the beats to better fit the fluidity of your moves.  They’re mostly content to let you do whatever you want on the silk--NT seems utterly blown away by your flexibility, and super chill about the entire thing.  

It’s nice and sets you at ease.

Later that week, Happy gets your measurements and runs some costume designs by you.  It’s fun sitting just talking to the ghost, and although he seems really shy, when he talks about music, his entire face lights up.  

“.....Napsta has been watching your video a lot,” Happy comments quietly a few days later, while hemming part of your outfit.  

“Yeah?”  You quirk a brow, twisting your neck to glance at the pastel specter.  Happy’s cheeks are even pinker than usual when he nods.  “Isn’t that how I landed this gig in the first place?”

“N-not that video.... the one from rehearsal.  They’re really impressed...”

You can’t help but feel the flush rise to your cheeks.  The idea of Napstaton, watching your perform with that same intensity they had in their gaze the first time they saw your acrobatic feats in-person, well... It made you happy. 

“I’ve been listening to their music nonstop lately, myself,” you admit, omitting the fact that you bought an NTT shirt with Napstaton’s face on it a few days prior.  You maaayyy or may not be using it as your new favorite sleep shirt.

In the mirror, you see Happy’s smile brighten.

After rehearsal the following day, Napstaton catches you once you change out of your leotard and into normal clothes.  “’sup?  Wanna grab a bite before you go home?”  

Dinner with a celebrity?  You should probably feel nervous, but instead... that charming grin makes you feel at ease.  “Sure, is Happy joining us?”

NT shrugs.  “Nah.  Said he already ate, so I guess it’s just you and me.”

Now that makes you feel slightly jittery, but you’re happy to accept their offer.  You wonder what kind of fancy restaurant a famous DJ would like to eat at.  You’re not exactly dressed for anything that they could possibly--

They park the car at McDonald’s.

You can’t help but laugh, and Napstaton rubs the back of their neck.  “Uh, you don’t like Mickey D’s?”

“Just not what I was expecting,” you claim with a grin.  “You’re just... down-to-Earth for a monster celeb.  Or robot celeb?”

“Either works.  I’m still a monster, ya’know.  Got a SOUL and everything.”  They tap their chest with their fist, and the heart-shape imprinted in their design begins to glow a faint white.  

A robot with a SOUL?  Maybe that’s why they’re so expressive.

“But yeah.  I mean, I try to be.  Never have been the fancy type.”  They shrug, looking slightly abashed.  “Were ya, like.. hoping for somethin’ more?  We can go somewhere else.”

You open up the car door, shaking your head.  “This is perfect, NT.  Let’s go.”

The two of you order burgers, chicken nuggets, and fries, then find a corner booth to sit and talk.  You learn a little more about what drove Napstaton to stardom, and you finally ask them how they’re cousins with a ghost.

“Easy-peasy.  I used to be one, too, before the totally awesome Doctor Undyne built me this body!”

“What?  Are you telling me you’re a literal ghost in the machine?”  Your eyes are huge.  “How did you become a ghost?  Did you die?”  The inquires get blurted out before you can think about how insensitive that sounds.  Whoops.  You start to back-pedal.  “Sorry.  I mean...”

NT waves their hand dismissively.  “No biggie.  I was born a ghost.”  Their grin turns amused.  “Humans have such weird ideas about ghosts.”    They get up and throw away the trash, but instead of heading back to the car, they tilt their head toward the nearby park.  “Wanna walk off all of that greasy fast food.”

You want to prolong the night.  “Why not?”  With a shrug, you follow them down the sidewalk, chatting about yourself--what got you into aerial acrobatics, why you decided to try silk ropes, the first time you had successfully walked a tight rope--and Napstaton gave you their full, undivided attention.

There’s a moment of silence before you decide to voice a question that’s been weighing on your mind.  “Why did you want a robotic body?”

NT’s smile fades around the edges slightly, the light in their eyes seeming faraway as they look straight ahead.  They’re quiet for a moment, and you immediately regret asking, but then they speak up, “I wanted to be like the humans.”  That admission catches you by surprise, and when you turn toward them, Napstaton reaches out and takes your hand.  “I wanted to be corporeal--to be able to touch and be touched, and not just with my music.”  

You don’t really know what to say to that.  Your fingers shift to lace with NT’s, and you squeeze their hand.  “I’m glad you got to do everything you’ve dreamed of, NT.”

Their charming grin returns, and they squeeze your hand in return.  “I wouldn’t change a thing.”

The day of the show, you discover the stadium is packed.  There are even people sitting in the grass past the seats, and large jumbo screens situation on either side of the stage to showcase the performance.  

Holy crap, you’re nervous.  

Napstaton grins, winding an arm around your shoulders as you peek out from behind the curtain.  “Ready to give ‘em a show, Y/N?”

“Maybe,” you mutter, your nerves fluttering in your stomach.  NT laughs, pulling you against their side and squeezing your upper arm.  

“You’ll knock ‘em dead.  So totally dead, in fact, that they might even become ghosts and haunt the place.  Isn’t that, like... the human stereotype?”  Their grin is shit-eating at this point.   

“Ha ha.  I think Happy’s the only ghost we need haunting the place.  And, well--you, if you count.  But Happy wouldn’t scare a soul.”

“Not on purpose, anyway,” NT comments, laughing. They squeeze you one more time.  “Alrighty, it’s totally showtime.  Let’s put on a rad performance!”

And they did.

You watch most of the show from the side, listening to the haunting (ha) vocals and melodies, followed by a few more up-beat songs.  When your cue comes, you cross the stage to a chorus of cheers, all because of your costume, courtesy of Happy.

You’re dressed like Napstaton.  

Your leotard has a blue heart in the center, and you’re wearing the same baggy-style dance pants as them, completely with a hat turned backwards.  Your grand entrance involves a backhand spring toward the silk, which suddenly tumbles down from the ceiling.  When you regain your footing at the ropes, you rip off the dance pants (Happy was sure to just have the sides snap in place, making the feat easy) and throw the hat into the audience like a frisbee.  

Of course, they eat it up.

Your blood is pumping in your ears, your nerves jittery.  If it wasn’t for the rush of adrenaline, you’re certain your hands would be shaking, but at this point, you’ve practiced so much that you can do the entire routine on auto-pilot.  As you spin upside-down on the silk, waiting for the right moment in the song to fall, your gaze catches Napstaton’s, and he takes a hand off the controls to give you a thumbs up and that grin that makes you so weak now.

You hit your cue perfectly.  The crowd loves it.  You can vaguely hear Happy’s singing over the pounding of your heart.  There’s a couple of times where your motions could have synced better with the music, but overall, you’re giving the performance of your life.  By the second-half of the last song, you notice another voice join the vocals, a tenor complimenting Happy’s soft voice.  Slowly, it begins to overtake the vocals, rising in volume and absolutely stunning.  That had never happened in rehearsals.  

At the end, when you roll down the silk ropes, coming into your final pose where your body is stretched within the binds, you realize who’s been singing.  And you definitely don’t remember those lyrics.

And I can’t sleep at night ‘cause the ghost of your touch still haunts me.

Napstaton is standing in front of the silk ropes, and they reach up and skillfully untangle your ankle, freeing your leg.  With your arm still wrapped in the bright blue silk, NT slides an arm around your waist and dips you back with a smirk.  The audience goes nuts, but it all fades to white noise in the background.  You’re too entrance by the face that’s only inches from yours.

“I thought you hated ghost stereotypes.”

They shrug, looking mischievous.  “Thought it was most def ironic--you hauntin’ me.”

You blink slowly.  If you weren’t already out-of-breath from several minutes of showcasing your upper (and lower) body strength, your breath would have hitched.  

“You mean, you wrote that part.... about me?” you manage, your gaze wide and searching theirs.  

“Isn’t it obvious?”

In the next moment, you grab NT’s hat, pull it off their head and to the side of their face--and then wrap an arm around their neck and kiss them right then and there.  The entire stadium erupts in the loudest cheering and applause you’ve ever heard.  When they pull back, NT looks surprised, their lips still slightly parted.

“Maybe for my next song I can write about how your kiss makes me malfunction.”

You groan, swatting them with their own hat, while they just give you that grin.  

If you wrote a song, it would be about how it never fails to give you butterflies.  

(* Mobile Imagine Masterlist  )

[bekaroth-reads]

US!Papyrus x reader/ US!Sans x reader

There wasn't much to do at the moment. Everyone that you knew seemed to be busy with something or and other, and it was driving you crazy. Sans and Alphys were training, Hapstablook and Napstaton were working on a song, Papyrus was "working", and Undyne... Wait! That's perfect! You were pretty sure that she wasn't doing any actual work for anyone today. And, even if she was working on something, she was usually not opposed to extra hands around the lab. To Waterfall it is! You were currently at the hotel at Snowdin because you didn't have a house of your own in he underground, and the hotel in Hotland was way too expensive to stay in long term. Not to mention, no matter how good of friends you were with Napstaton, you didn't really feel like living somewhere that had his face plastered on literally everything. You walked out of the inn and through Snowdin with a little bounce in your step, the prospect of actually having something to do making you a little excited. You had walked across the bridge of land that connected Snowdin and Waterfall, and had just got to the little section where the guard station was when you were stopped by a voice that you defiantly knew. "Well, well, what brings the local human out here?" Papyrus chuckled as a stream of smoke flowed from the space between his teeth. He almost always had a cigarette with him. Come to think of it, how does he smoke? It's not like he has lungs or even a mouth for that matter. "Well, I was on my way to Waterfall." You tell him as you go and lean on the counter of the station. "Waterfall, huh? Now what why you wanna go to Waterfall when you could just hang out here with me?" He chuckled as he put out the remainder of the cigarette in an ashtray at the other end of the counter. "Papyrus you're supposed to be working right now." You tease in a fake scolding voice. "Hey, now, I'll keep doin' my job." He laughed as he rested an arm on the counter. "There's nothing wrong with me wantin' to have a good looking person here with me." Papyrus gained a mischievous smile with his last statement. "'Good looking person,' huh? Where are you going to find one of those?" You chuckle as you lean more on the countertop. Suddenly, Papyrus's face was right in front of yours and it had flirty written all over it. "I can think of a certain human that I can never see enough of." You were speechless, and between the look on his face, how close it was to yours, and the sweet smell of whatever monster cigarettes were made of wafting it's way over to you, you turned bright red. You were extremely flattered and embarrassed, so you stood upright quickly and cleared your throat. "Well, I, um- You don't want to get in trouble with Alphys, and I don't want to be the reason that you would. So, I'll, uh- I'll be. On my way." You say quickly as you wave and start to walk off. "Oh, come on, (Name). Don't go. You just got here." Papyrus whined in an effort to get you to stay and let him tease you more. "Bye, Papyrus." Was all you responded before starting towards Waterfall once more. Your face felt like it was burning. The whole time that you and Papyrus had know each other he had never hit on you like that. Sure, he would make passing remarks here and there, but they seemed to be him joking around, and never had he gone to the extent that he just did now. You kept walking somewhat absentmindedly until you got to the area right in font of Hapstablook's house and Undyne's lab. You started to head on from there, but stopped when you saw two monsters running in your direction. When they got closer you could see that it was Alphys and Sans. They looked like they were just gettin done with training. That would explain why they were running. The two of them stop when they got to the little pond right in the middle of the area. Both looked like they have been working hard, but not enough that they were gross and sweaty. "Alright! I think that ends our training for the day. Oh, hi, (Name)!" Alphys said as she stretched. "But, why are we ending it so soon? And why here?" Sans asked in confusion. You gave a little chuckle because you knew the exact reason Alphys stopped right in front of the lab. She was wanting to be with the scientist inside of it. Before Sans could get a answer from her, she was already gone. Well, you weren't going to go see Undyne now that Alphys was wanting to get some alone time with her. Oh, well! At least the walk over here was nice. "Well, I guess that's all the training that I'm going to get today." You heard Sans sigh. He looked really bummed out until he really realized that you were there. He probably saw you before and heard Alphys talk to you, but was too caught up in wondering why his training was so short to really process that you were there. "Hey, since my training is done for the day, do you want to go and hang out at my house?" He asked with excitement in his eyes. "Sure! That sounds like fun!" You replied with a smile before the two of you started walking. Sure, this means that you just walked from Snowdon to Waterfall just to go back to Snowdon again, but you really didn't mind. Anything beat having nothing to do. The two of you talked about what he had done this morning, and you could barely get a word in because of how excitable he could get when he told stories. The both of you were so into his story that it seemed like you got to the guard station at the cross point between the two areas in no time. You were caught off guard when Sans suddenly stopped his story and asked, "Wait! Where's Papyrus?" You looked over to see that the station was empty. "Maybe he went back to your house?" You reply with a shrug. You kind of hoped that he wasn't because you were still internally blushing from what happened before, and didn't feel like facing him after that. "He better not be home! He's supposed to be guarding his station!" Sans said with a huff of frustration for his brother's somewhat lazy nature. Not wanting Sans to get too upset about the situation, you decided to got over to the station and see if maybe Papyrus had just fallen asleep and was siting where the two of you just couldn't see him. When you got there you saw that it was indeed empty. "Well, I guess he's not here." You tell Sans as you were looking in and around the station. When you started to back away your foot caught on a rock and you fell backwards onto the ground. Both Sans and you were stunned, and you just sat there for a moment trying to figure out what just happened. When you realized that you tripped you started to laugh. Sans joined in when he was sure that you were not hurt. "Wow, I must've looked really stupid!" You chuckle as he helped you up. "No!" Sans started with an almost upset tone to his voice, "You don't look stupid! You look cute!" Almost as soon as he said that he covered his face with his hand in an effort to shut himself up. The parts of his face that his hands didn't reach were visibly bushing bright blue. "Um, Sans?" You try to get his attention to see if he was alright. He quickly put his arms to his sides, and tried to make it look like he had everything together even though his face was still blue. "I-I didn't mean that you look c-cute! I meant that I like the way you look- wait- that didn't sound right! I mean I like you- Wait- I- *huff*" Sans sat himself down on the ground because he was flustered. "Sans, are you alright?" You ask him as a blush started to make it's way onto your own face. There was a moment of silence as Sans was trying to work up the nerve to ask you something. Finally, he stood up and looked at you, but quickly look over at the wall when his eyes made contact with yours. "(Name), c-can I have a hug?" He asked quietly. The sound of his voice mixed with the sheepish look on his face and the fact that he was one of the most innocent people that you have ever seen made him the cutest thing ever right now. There was no way that you could say no to him. I fact, there was no way that you wanted to say no to him. "Sure you can, Sans. A hug sounds nice right now!" You said with a smile. He returned the smile quickly, and his eyes got the little stars in them that appear when he's super happy about something. Right before the two of you could actually hug each other an arm wraps itself around your shoulders. You jump a little and quickly look over to see who the arm belonged to. It was Papyrus, who had seemingly just popped up out of nowhere. "Hey, there! What're you two up to?" He asked as Sans face went from happy to annoyed. "Well, we were going to go back to the house and hang out for a little bit." The smaller skeleton said to his brother. "Great, let's go!" Papyrus replied as he started to walk toward Snowdin with his arm still on your shoulders. The next thing you knew, a bone popped out of the ground right in front of Papyrus, causing him to trip. Thankfully, when he started to trip he tried using his arm to regain his balance, thusly removing it from you, and not pulling you down with him. As you looked at the gangly skeleton lying face-first on the ground you felt something grab your hand and start to pull to forward. It was Sans, and he waisted no time in getting you away from his brother and to his house. Sans was silent the entire way back to Snowdin, and when the two of you were inside the house you noticed that he looked concerned. The two of you went into the living room and sat down on the couch. After a little moment more of silence, Sans spoke up. "Do you think that Papyrus will be mad at me for tripping him? That wasn't a very nice thing to do..." You sighed in amusement. There he goes acting sweet again. "No, I don't think he will. Your brother is a very laid back person. He'll probably blow it off." You assure him as you put your hand on his shoulder. Sans smiled at you, as a way of thanking you for helping feel a little bit better. Suddenly, he jumped off of the couch. "I remembered something that I wanted to show you!" He said in a giddy tone. "I was hanging out in the dump the other day, and I found a book about stars! Human starts! You could probably help me understand them better! I'll go find the book!" He was about to head up the stairs to his room when you stopped him by standing up and grabbing his hand. "Huh? What is it?" He asked as he turned back around to face you. The next thing he knew, you had pulled him into a big hug. When you let go, he had a blush all over his face, and stars in his eyes. "You forgot your hug." You tell him with a smile. He gained his own smile and ran the rest of the way up the stairs and into his room to look for the book that he was just talking about. "Wow, it amazes me how happy he can be sometimes." Papyrus said almost as soon as Sans's door was closed. You about had a heart attack. Why must he just materialize out of thin air all the time. "Calm down. It's just me." He chuckled as he walked over to where you were standing, and looked up at the door to his brother's room. "He's just so innocent and light hearted. I'm actually jealous of him sometimes." Papyrus sighed and shook his head. You were happy that he was so fond of his brother. It was really sweet. "Speakin' of jealous." He continues, his face and voice now matching what they were earlier at the guard station as looks you deeply in the eyes, "Where's my hug, hmmm?"