#gaster/reader

[undertale-fluffcanons]

can i get some gaster fluff with a tired s/o?

Hell yeah us tired people need some love too

*Gaster can tell when you’re feeling tired, since you’re not your usual self

*You tell him you’re fine, that you’re not that tired

*he’ll give you a look of “uh huh, sure you’re not” before bringing you to bed

*”please get some rest, Y/n,” he’ll ask you, lying down with you.

*He’ll cuddle with you until you do manage to fall asleep

*or if cuddles don’t work, he’ll still cuddle with you, but will talk with you until you’re ready to sleep

*you only go to sleep since you don’t want Gaster to worry about you

[hexabee]

Hang My Hat On You

Chapter 19: Kindling

[mamarobinsblog]

Getting this one out there because I crave encouragement recently put out a new chapter and I need to get better at posting about these things, Oops.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15757665/chapters/36649236

[freshiegayboi]

fic update: so many snacks, so little time chap. 2

wrote some more symbiote!gaster/reader!! enjoy lol

tags: canon typical violence, reader is female but also kinda gnc, police brutality (its not police but its close enough)

read chapter 2 on Ao3

or read it below!

When you woke up again, your head pounded from the light coming through the windows. You hissed as you carefully got up to head to your bedroom, your black-out curtains your only hope. Every step was torture, your eyes squeezed shut even as you stumbled around your couch and down the hall, the slowly progressive darkness making it just the bit more bearable.

You had no idea what was causing this, maybe you were getting sick? Either way you hadn’t felt this rough in years and wow, you might lose the nice little breakfast you’d made that morning.

...Had it been that morning? You weren’t actually sure if it was even still the same day, given how hard you’d passed out.

Maybe it was, maybe it wasn’t, but you were going the fuck back to bed, and nothing was going to stop you.

‘You need to eat.’

The deep, dark voice came from somewhere in the back of your head, startling you badly enough that you fell to the floor just in the doorway of your bedroom.

Immediately writing it off as delirium from whatever sickness you’d caught, you crawled the rest of the way to your bed, ignoring the weight in your limbs that hadn’t been there before. It took more strength than it had any right to, to make your way into your bed. Grunting with the effort, you carefully tucked your pillow to your chest, scrunched your eyes shut, and tried to go back to sleep.

Of course, that ended up being a lot easier than you’d thought it’d be, which was a blessing in itself because when you woke up the headache from hell was gone. Your energy had returned, swinging your legs over the side of the bed being a lot easier than it would have been the night before. The day before? Hours before? You still weren’t really sure what day it was, whether it was still “today” or not.

There was an easy way to check, but when you reached for your phone, you realized that there was no way it would be on the nightstand where you usually kept it. You’d barely gotten yourself into bed; you’d have been shocked if you’d remembered to bring your phone.

Standing to your feet, you yawn loudly, shaking off the grogginess that still clung to the back of your head. Now that you were up, you couldn’t help but grimace at the smell that was coming off you. Surely it’d been at least a night or so if the b.o. was this bad. Deciding it’d be best to find your phone and then take a shower to get rid of the stench, you started for the bedroom door.

But something in you pulled, back from the door as you raised your hand to open it. It felt weird, like you weren’t in complete control of your own body, but given how sick you were (and likely still were, you had no doubts that bad of an illness wasn’t going away after a good night’s sleep) you wrote it off and went through the doorway.

Your stuff was right where you’d left it, your phone cracked and unusable. Which was more than a little annoying, but you’d just need to boot up your desktop to message the necessary people that you were still alive. Honestly, it was a bit surprising you hadn’t had people banging down your door yet, if not Steph than surely your neighbor would have called in a wellness check, depending on how long you’d been out.

Maybe they had and you’d just been so out of it you hadn’t heard them. But then why weren’t the police involved? Maybe it really was the next morning.

Shaking your head, you mumble “Man I need a drink...” as you headed for the bathroom.

A quick but thorough shower later and you were stood in front of the mirror, looking yourself over. It had slowly come back to you as you cleaned yourself, the events of the lab explosion and the guy that had a stroke or something right on top of you.

It was still so entirely weird, the entire event. Why had it exploded? What was the black goop? Some kind of oil, maybe? What if it had been something really dangerous, some kind of chemical warfare or something? Maybe you should go see a doctor…

The visceral disgust you felt at the thought was a little dizzying, but you had no idea where it’d come from. You didn’t usually mind going to the doctor, maybe… maybe you needed more sleep.

Just before you could do more than put on your bra and think about heading back to bed, though, a loud series of knocks came at the apartment door.

“Fucking finally, pfft.” You said to yourself, slipping on your t shirt and heading for the still insistent knocking. But just before you could reach for the knob, that same pause happened again, something in you tugging you back, making you wary of whoever was on the other side. You had no idea what this was and it was making you a bit pissed off, but to persuade the sudden intense caution flooding your head, you peeked through the door’s peephole.

Well… that was different. There were what looked like a few armed guards outside, all with guns on their hips and not an actual police officer in sight. Something in you bristled, though you were half sure this was just you too this time. People throwing their weight around, usually half cocked guys that got the job for having no sense of morality, really pissed you off.

“Miss ____?” one of them called, probably the guy that’d been pounding on your goddamn door for the past two minutes.

You weighed your options. You could open the door and almost certainly have a big group of armed assholes storm in, roughing you up (at least) and wrecking your apartment. Or you could act like you weren’t home and just kind of hope they left.

“Miss, open the door. Don’t make this harder than it needs to be.” he called again, making you scowl.

Yeah, they knew you were here. And something told you if they came in, they weren’t going to keep those guns in their holsters.

Of course you didn’t get much of a choice to think anymore about it, as one of them seemingly got tired of waiting and down your door crashed with a deafening crack, guys in black and brown fatigues storming in, and all at once your existence boiled down to-

‘PROTECT KEEP SAFE DESTROY EAT’

You blacked out. Was just totally gone, for seconds, minutes, hours, days. You had no idea how long you were out, just that when you came back from the inky, warm dark of your own mind you were standing at the stove, a big pan of what looked like tater tots in your hands, the oven door open.

“What the fuck…?” you whimpered, setting the tray down with a clang as you turned and ran to the living room. You don’t know what you were expecting. Blood, viscera maybe. A massacre.

Instead you were looking at a perfectly clean living room, even cleaner than you usually kept it. Everything was in place, not a single sign your life had nearly been ruined, if not ended.

Hand over your mouth, you worked your jaw as you desperately tried to figure out what was going on, only to pause mid thought as another voice joined your own. It was familiar in the worst way, the stuff of nightmares even as it calmly spoke.

‘I told you, you need to eat something.’

...What the fuck.

[forgettable-au]

PROLOGUE

FORGETTABLE-AU (Page 1-9)

AND SO IT BEGINS!

[CONTINUE] [MASTERPOST]

[magicalbunbun]

Something stupid, pasttale? Maybe.

[floofanflurr]

Normal things, definitely. That dog is TOTALLY a dog and not your skeleton neighbor shifted into blaster form. Mmmmhmmm.

And if that dog is totally just a dog, that means that Papyrus’s older brother DEFINITELY didn’t catch him canoodling with the neighbor, being given pets and called good boy…

(This just in, ur honor, but I love that skeleton)(normal amounts, definitely)

[sharkie-ds]

🟢 The Isekai Bride of Skeletons 16🟢

Once again @teasnarker92 ate with this chapter I was smiling while reading it and I had to draw this scene

Here’s the link for the chapter

https://archiveofourown.org/works/52580122

[darkpetal16]

Hi, anon from the jealousy question. I meant Mafia fell, classic, fell.

Got it. I assume you mean by classic fell that is Underfell? Screenshot of the original question:

I’ll do someone flirting with S/O since that’s different than S/O just having a good friend.

Mafiafell!Sans (Hit): FLIRTING?? In front of him???? They’re dead. They are literally beaten beyond recognition with his bare fists.

Mafiafell!Papyrus (Boss): How rude! He won’t stand for it, and he’ll loudly and firmly confront the individual. If they back off & respect the relationship then he’ll let it go. But if not, he’ll have no choice but to live up to his reputation as a member of the mafia. Reputation is king.

Mafiafell!Wingding (Don): They disappear quietly into the night and he will gaslight deny they ever existed in the first place.

Mafiafell!Asriel (Heir): In front of you he’ll keep it cordial. If that’s enough to resolve the issue, great. If not, busting kneecaps with his favorite golf club should do the trick.

Underfell!Sans (Red): “ha ha ha, aren’t yeh a funny guy! howsabout i take yeh out for a sandwich? oh, what kind. . . ? my favorite. a knuckle sandwhich. think that’s funny? wait until yah see my next punchline. it’ll knock yeh flat on yer ass.”

Underfell!Papyrus (Edge): He’ll bluster and intimidate the other person. He doesn’t want to get violent and put you in an uncomfortable position, so hopefully the Scary Dog Face is enough. If it’s not. . . Oh, well. Looks like his brother has already picked a fight with the poor thing.

Underfell!Wingding (Fell): That’s so cute. He’s not worried in the least bit. He doesn’t care unless it bothers you, then he really has no choice but to step in and handle it. By handle he means you don’t see them again, and he gets a new lab rat.

Underfell!Asriel (Prince): Words are enough to shoo away any of your other suitors. He strives to maintain a level of politeness that is expected of him as the leader to his people. It might snap through if words aren’t enough, but he’s not about to brawl a civilian and put you both in an awkward spot legally. If they don’t go, he’ll follow the legal process of filing a restraining order and then the mages will brawl the person instead because how DARE someone upset the monsters by god do they not know how desperate humanity was.

Underfell!Grillby (Fellby): He trusts you to handle it, and if you need assistance a simple nod to the dog squad or Sans takes care of it.

PLAY IF - MAFIAFELL

PLAY IF - UNDERFELL

[ratstuckintheblender]

RAHH FANFIC FANCOMIC(???) in love wit them fr more coming soon im working on it. Trust 🙏🙏💪💪🔥🔥🔥

Chapter/fic

⬇️

Author: https://archiveofourown.org/users/BattleMaiden13/pseuds/BattleMaiden13

@battlemaiden13

SNEAK PEEKKK

[cypherthesilliest]

Me when

GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRJRKRBDISBDIEBDJENRJDNRNRJRBRISBD

LITERSLLY GOING FERAL

anyways

[neahchan-art]

Do it right. Be an annoying cat instead

[hexabee]

A new chapter??

[sovlstr]

———-

The Gasters wish all selfshippers a Merry Christmas, and a most lovely New Year🕯️🤍🎄

————

[freshiegayboi]

i cant pick lol

[sonmorino]

You are so soft Doll, how can I resist hugging you?