#wd gaster and reader

[beewritesstuff]

You'd never been scared of a monster before you met him.

A little spooked sometimes? Sure, especially at the one that also shopped Saturday morning at your favorite grocery store, the one that looked like a sentient inkblot test. That fellow took a bit of getting used to.

A little human-ly disturbed? Absolutely, particularly by the ‘liquid horror amalgamation of Dogs that screamed in thirteen voices’ who you often saw with their family members at the park you ran at. After the first few times they'd barreled towards you shrieking a greeting, you'd started to almost get used to them, mostly thanks to their brothers and sisters who came sprinting behind them with horrified expressions to try to intervene.

All in all, you didn't really understand the societal horror of monsters that some humans clung to, even after so much time. Sure, they were inhuman… but obviously they were going to be, what else did people expect? And with your lack of fear came business opportunities galore.

[gatorbites-imagines]

W. D. Gaster x Player male reader 

Ficlet 

Ive had this idea for a while, that the Player, aka the soul we control, gaining some kind of body or upper sentience, if that makes sense? Aka, both of them are kinda shapeless but not really. 

This takes place some place between Undertale and Deltarune, smth like the void we see at the start of chapter 1 of Deltarune. I saw somebody have a theory that its Gaster telling us to create a vessel, so ill go with that. 

Ive been a Gaster dickrider for years, but this is the first time actually writing him. Ive only wrote some sans and papyrus x reader stuff, somewhere. Its deleted now. 

I was feeling a little goofy, so yes, there's wingdings in this. I added translations, of course. 

It was hard to explain, the world between worlds, of existing but not really, to be everywhere and nowhere at once. You were simply too determined to die, even after everything was said and done, and Frisk and the monsters of the underground joined the surface and got to live their lives to the fullest. 

You knew you couldnt stay. Your continued existence in this world would keep the loop going. The only way to let them all be at peace was to leave. At that time you had only just been a soul. 

A powerful, glowing, bright red soul, pouring determination so thick that reality was fraying at the edges at times. But as you floated between worlds, your determination only seemed to brew, and with you, you grew. 

During these explorations you met Gaster, or perhaps parts of him, different parts and pieces of one man split across time and space. He was strange, really strange, but endearing.  

Being the only two beings stuck beyond time and reality itself did cause you two to get closer, and Gaster had been so intrigued when your heart-shape started changing. 

Gaster, being the scientist he was, only mumbled out a slurred and blurred “☞︎♋︎⬧︎♍︎♓︎■︎♋︎⧫︎♓︎■︎♑︎” (Fascinating), as he cradled your glowing form in his melted, glitching, solid, liquid, there but not, hands. They were boney, with large circular holes in them. Big enough for you to float through. 

Until your shape changed enough. First it was tendrils, like a droplet of coloring in water, how it spreads and dilutes. At first you two both feared you were ceasing to exist completely, that was before the tendrils solidified and started taking another form. 

The knowledge you had of humans, as you were sure you might have been one once, let you know your new form looked like a nervous system. It would have creeped you out, had you still possessed that ability. 

It didnt help that Gaster seemed to become more solid than you had ever seen him, the dark pits that were his eyes, flickering with small lights like weak candles.  

“☟︎□︎⬥︎📬︎📬︎📬︎ ⬥︎□︎■︎♎︎♏︎❒︎♐︎◆︎●︎📬︎ ✋︎ ♒︎♋︎❖︎♏︎ ■︎♏︎❖︎♏︎❒︎ ⬧︎♏︎♏︎■︎ ♋︎■︎⍓︎⧫︎♒︎♓︎■︎♑︎ ●︎♓︎🙵♏︎ ♓︎⧫︎” (How wonderful. I have never seen anything like it), he buzzed, his voice there, but also not, fading in and out like a phone call with bad reception. 

You almost felt embarrassed as the many tendrils that made up your being wound around his hands and arms, or what existed of them in this very plane of existence. Had Gasters own form not turned goopy and runny, like you knew it did when he was flustered. 

There was no sense of time where you two found yourself. This meant you got to grow and develop as much as you pleased, your being taking a form that fit you the best. Much to your and Gasters shared interest, that form was like that of a knight. 

Large and terrifying to enemies, but comforting to those who needed protection. It even had a long flowing panaches on your “helmet” (think Igris from Solo Leveling). The armor wasn't truly armor, it was... you. It was hard to explain, and made reality start bleeding together if you thought too hard, so you didn't. 

At least Gaster was downright tickled pink at your preferred form turning out to be a glowing red knight. His connection to... well... everything was more vast than you, and you had a feeling he was giggling about some inside joke. 

Especially in the way he would always cover his mouth and turn into shimmering waves of stars and space when he called you his “😐︎■︎♓︎♑︎♒︎⧫︎” (Knight). It felt like something you should know but... you just didn't. 

Having a physical body was great, as it allowed you to hold the pieces of Gaster that could exist on your plane. It was especially great when you guys realized your determination was so powerful it made him more solid. 

You guys couldn't really kiss like most couples. Your face was a helmet, and his was stuck in a helmet grimace, when he could actually create a solid enough head to begin with. 

It was a good thing you two didn't need that, as you two got away with simply coiling your beings together, like two snakes going at it, but with a lot more tendrils, slipping in and out of being. 

You were still so confused when Gaster was cuddled up against your armored chest, one of his many hands drawing shapes on the chest plate. Giggling about his “😐︎■︎♓︎♑︎♒︎⧫︎” (Knight).  

Especially when Gasters raspy melting voice giggled out a “🏱︎♏︎❒︎♒︎♋︎◻︎⬧︎ ♏︎❖︎♏︎■︎📬︎📬︎📬︎ ♋︎ ☼︎□︎♋︎❒︎♓︎■︎♑︎ 😐︎■︎♓︎♑︎♒︎⧫︎” (Perhaps even... a Roaring Knight), before he started giggling again, his edges blurring together as his hands slipping through you like smoke. 

Gaster never made much sense, but you guessed the same could be said about you. So, when Gaster one day appears, only through his voice this time, and asks you to create a vessel, you go along with it. 

There is a pull in your SOUL, or at least part of you, that needs to go somewhere, and you know Gaster is leading you. 

Even as the vessel is discarded, you just huff a chuckle to yourself and let a small piece of yourself go, following along with whatever adventure Gaster seems to need you on. 

The large part that remains with Gaster in the in-between, does shivering as his ghostly affection brushes over that tiny heart shaped piece before its sent on its way. What a nerd... but he's your nerd... 

[cypherthesilliest]

Me when

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LITERSLLY GOING FERAL

anyways

[braindumpblehhhh]

Gaster: " ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎☼︎ ☞︎☜︎☜︎☹︎✋︎☠︎☝︎💧︎ ☞︎⚐︎☼︎ ☟︎✋︎💣︎ ✌︎☼︎☜︎ ☠︎⚐︎❄︎ ☼︎☜︎✌︎☹︎ " ( YOUR FEELINGS FOR HIM ARE NOT REAL.) Player, holding a sans plush: THEY ARE REAL TO ME!!

[minzart]

Asriel: you dated the HEAD OF THE GASTER FAMILLY!?

You, remembering Wingdings hitting his head repeatly in his desk after another failure of a text in college: he wasn't "the head of the Gaster family" when I was dating him...

You: the Gaster family didn't even had a name back then-

Chara: THAT'S WORSE-

Frisk, signing furiously: [HE IS THE FOUNDER FOR ANGELS SAKE]

[undertale-fic-librarby]

(Hello! I really don't know how to send an ask on this blog, so I'm just trying! )

I wanted to know if there are fanfics of gaster x reader, or gaster aus x reader^^

Howdy, thanks for asking! Here are some fics that might fit what you're looking for!

Into the Fire by Zenobia1 (Mature, Incomplete)

After securing a work placement at the CORE, you begin to fall ill to some mysterious disease. Unfortunately for you, your boss is W.D Gaster, and he has taken interest.

Physical Therapy by Beewritesstuff (Explicit, Incomplete)

"Traumatized people chronically feel unsafe inside their bodies: the past is alive in the form of gnawing interior discomfort. -The Body Keeps The Score, Bessel van der Kolk Dr. W.D. Gaster is not a happy man...but he had been, once. Perhaps he could be again. ...and he can't stop thinking about you. Can't make himself stop thinking about you. A love story.

Life In The Doll House by AthenaNuu (Explicit, Incomplete)

You're making an okay living, running a popular blog and video channel titled "Life In The Doll House", which is dedicated to reviewing toys, dolls and games. It's a satisfying and enjoyable job, however, it doesn't quite pay the bills. After a chance encounter with the famed Royal Scientist, Dr. W. D. Gaster, you hastily send in an application for his job advertisement: a live-in nanny for his two young children, Sans and Papyrus. As it turns out, the mysterious Dr. Gaster isn't quite as you'd expected, and he appears to be more of a handful than his children! However, you had never backed down from a challenge before, so why would you start now? ~ A canon-divergent Undertale story, in which the Great War was averted, and Monsters were never trapped underneath Mount Ebott. Humans and Monsters co-exist peacefully, and Ebott City is thriving!

The War Amongst Us by TheIndianaCrew (Teen And Up, Incomplete)

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Hang My Hat On You by Hexabee (Explicit, Incomplete)

You were a sane, normal, and very sane human with modest dreams of making your way in Ebott through hard work, thrifty living, and good manners. W. D. Gaster was the ruthless head of the Gaster crime family with modest dreams of upending Ebott through magic, science, and murder. Six months after returning to the city you once fled, you found your ticket to mundanity in a steady job in the Underground. Six seconds after meeting a suspicious human in his territory, Don Gaster found his ticket to power in you. A tale of two weirdos fighting and falling in love.

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[sociopathicartist]

okay… next post was this, next post is a oneshot from inbox, lol. i just had to share this :3

(my first digital work in a WHILE be nice!)

[gabriel-xander]

Don't Forget

[Sans x Female!Reader]

35: Chat, I Think He Likes You

♪────✿⁠(⁠✧◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕✧⁠)✿⁠────♪

It’s been fucking hours, you know it has been! Hours of searching around the forest of downtown Snowdin and you couldn’t find shit!

You were useless since you couldn’t detect anything without magic. Sans and S-Papyrus were playing “Hot or Cold” trying to locate the source of this irritating feeling that was messing with their magic. But alas, their search came up empty.

Sans was kind enough to explain it to you to the best of his abilities on the walk back.

“imagine if there was a constant high pitch noise in your ear that was loud enough for you to constantly hear, but quiet enough that it can still blend in the background. but the sound is also at a terrible pitch anyway. but not only that–have you ever listened to music with the bass so high, that you can feel the vibration in your chest? and, imagine swallowing cotton balls. no matter how much water you drink to get rid of it, there’s always gonna be a few lints clinging inside your throat.”

“…”

You’re fucking thankful you can’t feel it. That’s such a sensory overload–it’s horrible just trying to imagine it!

“yeah,” Sans laughed at your expression, “all of that happening at the exact same time. that’s what it’s like. but instead of physically dealing with it, it’s like all of those sensations are caused emotionally. for us monsters, especially monsters like me, our magic is insanely tuned with our feelings. that’s the best i can do for you.”

“Brother, eugh.”

No wonder S-Papyrus has been on edge lately. If he really has been in this area this whole time for weeks trying to look for the source, you’d be fucking murderous.

It got to the point where even Sans was walking at a distance from you on the way back to S-Papyrus’ home. He said he was too overwhelmed and didn’t want to hurt your feelings on accident.

Reasonable crash out, honestly.

The walk home is quiet and carries an air of defeat. You’re all tired and can use a good night's sleep to cry about it while you snooze. You’re not looking forward to sleeping in the Capture Zone if you’re being real. Maybe you can somehow convince S-Papyrus to at least let Sans sleep in the living room if nothing else.

As you’re nearing the house, you spot a few monsters here and there, smiling and waving when they look at you. You don’t recognize any of them, they must’ve been switched with the others that you’re familiar with.

Aw, wait!

You almost stop walking but force yourself to keep going.

Fucking… Grillby’s Restaurant…

Passing by it, you read “Muffet’s” on the sign instead of the fire-man’s name.

Man…

Wait, so does that mean that Grillby would technically be the one who has a boss fight in this Au? That’s kind of hot if you think about it. You’d be down for a feral Grillby, you’d wanna see that.

Finally making it back to the house, Sans is already putting his hand on your wrist, pulling you to the Capture Zone. You assume he wants to just go to sleep already. You want to ask S-Papyrus to let Sans sleep indoors, but judging by the shorter skeleton's mood, he probably doesn’t want to be separated from you right now.

“hey. wait.”

Sans stops at S-Papyrus’ voice however he doesn’t turn around to look at him. You do though, you’ll be his eyes if he’s not going to look. S-Papyrus grimaces while looking at the shed.

“you two… ugh. there isn’t room, but if you’re willing…” Wow, S-Papyrus looks like this is physically painful for him, “you and the other sans can share the living room.”

You light up with a wide smile, nodding before Sans can possibly protest. “Yes! Thank you so much! Sans!”

He begrudgingly turns around, looking right at you.

“Say thank you to Mr. Papyrus.”

“…thanks, man.”

“…don’t mention it.” He grimaces and turns around to open the front door, “literally.”

“already filed and locked away.”

“Awe, you guys are so wholesome,” Sacchariferously and sarcastically, you clap your hands together, “If only we can keep this nice energy forever.”

…The other two are too tired and irritated with today's events to even reply. Dang, tough crowd.

You’re given a single pillow and a single blanket from S-Papyrus. He said something like how Sans doesn’t really need anything since the floor will be comfortable enough for him. Sans couldn’t defend himself from this slander since he was in the washroom to clean himself up. You didn’t say anything, but you already know how you’re going to fix this situation.

“tomorrow, i was planning to go back there to keep searching. that’s why i wanted to sleep in early,” S-Papyrus was telling you suddenly as you were fixing up the couch, “since we’re all going there anyway, i might as well just keep going with you and–him.”

“That’d be great, Papyrus,” You smile at him, “We can use all the help we can get, thank you.”

“ugh, you’re way too nice,” He sighs, rubbing the side of his face, “it makes me wonder…”

“Hm? About what?”

“if there’s gonna be a version of you that’ll show up here. if you did, would she be as nice as you? or am i gonna have something to worry about?”

You falter in your moments. You didn’t consider that at all. Not really. At least, not in the way S-Papyrus has.

If the roles were reversed, would it actually be you who shows up? Or maybe… Would it be your best friend, Elliot? He was technically “with you” the day this happened. You guess in a Swapped Au, Elliot would be in your position instead. But even then, he would just have your personality/role, wouldn’t he?

Oh, God. Would that mean in the Swap Au, Elliot would be dating Sans–no… Papyrus?! Or maybe nothing romantic would happen, but where would that leave you anyway?

This is weird to think about. You’re going to stop thinking about it.

“I wish I had an answer for you, but… I’m not an expert on these things. I quite literally just came along for the ride,” You answer truthfully, but you refuse to turn around. “If for some reason, my counterpart shows up here, I think you’d be in good hands. I can’t imagine a version of myself where I’m violent.”

You refuse to turn around because he would’ve seen just how much of a fucking liar you were. Your LV tells a different story, and you are fully capable of violence–your entire past is violent and gruesome. Were it not for Kōrenki’s involvement, you would probably still be a shit person.

S-Papyrus hums in contemplation. He mumbles a goodnight and just leaves to his room upstairs.

Wow.

Inch resting.

You finish setting up the couch and give it a good look.

[ You’re taller than Sans / You’re about the same height as Sans / Unfortunately you lost the lottery and are somehow shorter than Sans ], but either way, you think if you just cuddle with him, you two can squeeze together on the couch.

Nodding to yourself, you start to undress yourself. You know Sans has completely forgotten by now, but you DID pack for this adventure. Sans had stored it away in that Void of his that you never ask about because that’s too much to think about-

Anyway! You have packed clothes, and you don’t want to sleep in your snow-dirtied clothes. You remove your jacket and are about to take off your shirt too.

“hey!”

You stop and find the source of the whisper-shout. Sans had shortcut to the bottom of the stairs, a blush on his face while narrowing his eyes.

You raise a brow, “Yeees?”

“you weren’t going to seriously strip out here, please tell me you weren’t!”

“It’s not a big deal…” You lower the hem of your shirt anyway because he looks like he’s about ready to fucking shit himself. “By the way, don’t forget you have our stuff in your fucky-wucky shortcut void thingy.”

Sans looks up the stairs, snapping his fingers at the same time. Your duffel bag appears on the couch in one piece. You step to it to pull out your sleep clothes.

“[y/n],” Sans whispers with some anxiety, stepping towards you, “i really don’t wanna be that kind of guy, but please don’t get naked out in the open at someone else’s home.”

Your smile is involuntary: “I think it’s sweet you’re conscientious about these things. I understand though. I’ll be right back, then.”

Sans shoulders drop with relief. Geez, he must’ve been really scared to tell you anything in the first place. You hope it’s not because he thought you would blow up in his face about it. You want him to be comfortable with coming to you about things that make him uncomfortable.

This is gonna be a bumpy road for you, if you’re honest. You got used to being shameless and not being involved romantically with someone else. You have to remind yourself that, while Sans by no means owns your body, you need to be considerate about his feelings when it comes to things like that.

“thanks, i appreciate it.” Sans snaps his fingers again, his own bag appearing next to your duffel bag.

As you walk by him to change in the washroom, you stop to lightly kiss his cheek. “Thanks for telling me, by the way.”

He looks away with a blush and his smile relaxes. “i–yeah. i don’t want to tell you what to do-”

“-No, no. You’re allowed to feel this way if it bothers you,” You reassure him, “And really, I need to get used to being with someone again. So… You know, if I do shit that really bothers you, I’d rather you tell me so I don’t keep doing it and make it worse.”

Your sweet boy nods, looking at you with bigger eye-lights. It reminds you of a cat when they’re looking at the human that they love so much.

…Sans is like your kitty…

“okay, i’ll try. and you’ll tell me too, okay? i’m far from the perfect partner, i know i’ll fuck shit up sometimes, too.”

You shake your head and continue up the stairs, “I think you’re doing pretty good so far, Sans. Besides, trial and error are all part of a relationship. Sunshine all the time makes a desert, and all that jizz.”

Sans was going to reply with his own cheesy ass quote, but that last part threw him off.

“don’t you mean jazz?”

“….Anyway, I gotta change.”

Dang.

Sans is now left with your final jizz as you hurry to the washroom.

He changes into cleaner clothes as well, feeling icky from all that walking around today. This is a lot more labor than he’s used to since he loves doing absolutely nothing. Of course that changes when you have someone important in your life to mix it up.

Sans can’t say he hates it, not at all.

This day though…

Ugh, it’s such a fucking mess.

Immediately getting caught by this Au’s version of himself, having tension between Swap-Papyrus, and keeping a constant eye on you to make sure you’re okay… It takes a lot out of a skeleton, believe it or not.

Having the Judge role, of course, S-Papyrus will be the most suspicious of them. It makes your journey more complicated, but Sans hasn’t been fighting it for one reason. Two reasons, actually, since you brought it up earlier.

Sans does not believe in coincidences. If getting caught happened so soon after their arrival, then it must be because it was meant to happen. And now on top of that, you’re so insistent that you shouldn’t be hiding the true motives from their counterparts because of this “strange feeling” you have.

Considering you’re also a key in all this, Sans must rely on your intuition as well. Even if trusting someone other than himself (and Papyrus) scares the fucking hell out of him.

Sans has faith in his ability to keep you safe, at least. If all else fails, he can keep you safe.

Not that it’s completely necessary. Today he learned that you’re, apparently, decent enough around a fight. Well no, Sans always figured that you had to be some kind of fighter with that insane strength of yours. Having it confirmed is a whole other thing.

Man, Sans really wants to check out your soul to look at your stats. He’s so fucking curious. Ah, but not that curious. He’s not sure if he can handle the idea of someone loving and trusting him enough to willingly show him their soul.

Someone as great as you showing your soul to him just because you love him…

Sans allows himself to daydream it for a few seconds.

It leaves him red and embarrassed to hell and back. He needs to take a seat on the couch to pull himself together.

What a lovely thought, though…

Sans flinches at the sound of you coming back downstairs. He stands up and straightens out his shirt. He doesn’t know where the hell he should put his dirty clothes…

Your clothes are already folded, and you simply put them on top of your bag. You move it next to the couch almost like it was routine. Sans supposes that it must be considering you were living on his couch for a month. He kind of feels bad that it took so long for them to decide to move you into his room.

“Hey,” You draw his attention to you, taking his dirty clothes from him, “We’re gonna share the couch, is that okay?”

Sans eyes the piece of furniture, “uh… we can fit if we… uh, are you okay with, you know, cuddling?”

You grin at him. “Hearing you say cute words like that is so funny.”

Why must you always tease him this way?

“how is it funny?”

“‘Cause you got a deep voice. It’s a sexy voice though, you’d make fucking bank doing Boyfriend ASMR videos.”

Sans is already getting used to the fact that his face is going to be blushing around you. He’s made peace with it.

“heh, i like hearing you talk, too. a lot.”

“You’re so cute,” You’ve been folding his clothes this whole time. “Are you ready to sleep, then?”

Sans shakes his head, watching you put his clothes on top of his bag. You move it next to your own bag, making sure it’s neat. You’re so demure. He likes that.

“not yet. i wanna write this all in my journal. i gotta make sure the mini-dj isn’t busted, either.”

You sit down on the couch, “Need any help with the mini-dj?”

He pauses, “do you know how?”

“No, not at all. I just wanna be useful.”

Sans snorts, “you know what would help me a lot?”

You deadpan, already know where this is going. “What?”

The skeleton moves so he’s standing in front of you. He puts a hand on your head and leans over, kissing your forehead sweetly.

“getting some rest,” He says quietly, “you’ve been moving all day, but you fainted earlier, remember? i was worried all day about you.”

You sigh out of your nose in defeat, “Fine. I’ll try sleeping. For you. But you better know how reluctant and disgruntled I am about this.”

“thank you, feeling better already.”

This time, he leans lower to peck your cheek. The action makes you smile like a little bitch, fucking cheesing over here on the damn couch. Sans is a lot nicer than you, he doesn’t tease you about your reaction. Or maybe because his mind is preoccupied with the things he brought up earlier.

You get comfortable on the couch and lay down, pulling the cover over your body to get all cozy. Sans moves to the small table on the left side of the couch where it holds the Quantum Physics joke book. He puts it on the floor so it’s not in the way. Snapping his fingers, he pulls his trusty journal and pen from his Void.

The lights in the house are off, leaving the only source of light from Sans’ face. You know what that is, but tell yourself it’s better if you don’t check for yourself. His scribbling and muttering are soothing in the house.

This house is identical to the one back home, but it still feels like a stranger's home. You’re staring up at the ceiling, have been for the better part of the last 30 minutes.

You can’t fucking sleep. You’re tired too, but you can’t sleep.

You sit up the moment you hear Sans no longer writing. Sans is looking over the mini-dj, but that’s all. Maybe because there isn’t anything wrong with it after all. Feeling your stare, the skeleton turns his head to you.

Oh, wow. He’s not even hiding his glowing eye from you.

His right eye-light is replaced by a ring of swirling cyan and bright yellow. The brightness is enough that it illuminates your face and the wall behind you. It’s not blinding, and you don’t feel scared staring into it like you thought you would be.

It’s beautiful, actually.

He blinks at you with a confused smile, “have you been awake this whole time?”

You nod.

“[y/n]… go to bed.”

Raising your voice without yelling, you demand: “Join me, then.”

Sans simply sighs in defeat. He knows damn well you’re not sleeping without him, and doesn't fight back. He snaps the pen, notebook, and mini-dj away and stands up with a quiet grunt. He makes sure to put the Quantum Physics book to where it was before walking to the couch.

You grin at him while moving the covers, “You’re super light, it’ll be better if you sleep on me.”

Thanks to his glowing eye, you can see his blush and sheepish look easily. “i wanted to be the small spoon, anyway.”

“Yeah, yeah. Come here.”

Sans carefully climbs over you, making sure not to dig into your limps with his bony knees. With magic, you presume, he’s able to rest comfortably on you without his ribs bothering you. Sans adjusts the cover over you two, wiggling slightly to get comfortable.

He kind of feels like a weighted blanket.

It’s nice.

“are you good?” He whispers so softly.

“Mhm,” You wrap your arms around him, “goodnight, baby boy.”

“ugh. goodnight.”

Fucking score!

Closing your eyes, you find that you’re suddenly exhausted. You’re so fucking corny, did you actually need Sans with you for you to sleep? Perhaps you felt safer to sleep with him right here. Or maybe you really did need a weighted blanket.

Whatever the reason it may be, you fall asleep rather quickly this time.

…

…

…

Nothing.

Behind your eyes in the unconsciousness, there’s nothing. Swirls of nothing. Different shades of nothing.

Until there’s something else.

In the depths of the abyss in your unconscious mind, you see a man. A skeleton, in your dreams.

You immediately recognize who this is supposed to be.

“☟︎♏︎●︎●︎□︎📪︎ ☯︎✡︎📭︎■︎☸︎.”

☹︎♏︎t’s fix th♋︎t.

The man who speaks in hands clears his throat. This time when he speaks, you can understand exactly what he is saying.

“Hello, [Y/n].”

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A/N: I drew hims. The mans, the myths, the legends: Mr. W.D. Gaster

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[moonlightshaiku]

Kissing W.D.

Okay this is gonna be a wild ride for my frazzled brain because mans is a skeleton. Like if he was a human he'd have the most luscious, juicy lips ever but my boy just got teeth???

I'm gonna say that he just sorta feels like kissing a malleable ice pack? He's really cold, no body heat, so he's usually a bit less than room temperature.

He 100% has a tongue. When he find out it's more comfy/human he 100% uses it (he's been waiting for an excuse to, didn't want to seem like a slobbery dog).

He likes to bite, nibble, whatever works. Your lips and neck, especially. He tries to be gentle but gets carried away.

He's just a goober.

Gaster runs his hand up and down your thigh, his other hand gripping a book. He grumbles as his readers slip down his face again to land in his lap. You laugh, amused by the crease in his brow bones as he smacks his book shut.

He leans over, taking your face in his hands, and brings your mouth to his. His face is cool against yours, like a marble floor, his approaching tongue hot by comparison.

He groans softly as your tongue meets his, shifting himself forward on the couch. In doing so, his cranium knocks yours, but he is uncaring. He simply pushes himself to you, and grips your jaw in his hand.

[angelbitezzz]

Re-listened to When I Grow Up from the Matilda musical and it gave me a lot of feelings about late stage TSoT, whenever we get there

[beewritesstuff]

Something changed between the two of you after that horrible Saturday morning. A feeling of…waiting. Of expectation.

You'd spent the rest of the day there, making lunch and watching trashy dating shows next to him on the couch, helping him when the side effects of the magical substance he'd imbibed the night before flared up again.

“I don't understand,” he'd murmured, wincing as another lesion flared up on his palm, circling around the sharp-edged hole there, then another on his highest vertebrae. “The decoction was for stability, for the restoration of strength. Why would it ever react this way?”

Sitting crosslegged on the coffee table, you’d shrugged, pulling him down so you could reach the spot on his neck as he pulled his shirt out of the way. “I dunno. Devil's advocate says it's working exactly as described. It stabilized all these potential spots into existence, and made them much stronger and worse than they've ever been before. Let's just hope it wears off, eh?”

That had left him so perturbed that he'd said nothing for the next hour or so, lost in thought but still gagging along with you as two of the contestants on the love island fucked each other atop the shared coffee bar.

[myfancyfandomlife]

Hiatus

As of 02-26-2025 Souls Therapy and all associate works are on hiatus.

On February 12th I lost my Mum, and along with her the rest of my spark for creating.

She was always there for me and my biggest supporter, and while she never got to read any of my creative writing she was always there to hear me out about things she didn't even understand. I keep telling myself she would want me to continue on in life, but between struggling with academia, my job, and now her affairs and managing the home, I can no longer indulge in what has been my passion project for almost 9 years. This alongside my data still being recovered has led me to making the official decision to just hit pause on this avenue. I love my work, I love Gaster, I love the small amount of dedicated fans who return to my work ever so often. But every aspect of my being has been crushed, and to breathe is a struggle, let alone allow myself to put effort into my passion.

I'm sorry. I might return one day. I might not.

[coffeebeanwrites]

So, fun fact. I've just realized that inadvertently how I write Gaster was influenced by the character William Murdoch from Murdoch Mysteries, a Canadian drama/murder mystery show that's ran since 2010. I got into watching it about 2 years before writing Souls Therapy. It tracks as a primary media source.

[fallingstarstuff]

Coastline Chapter 5 - Perspective

[Where do you think you’re going?] Gaster had drowsed, one long, skeletal arm curling around your middle when you tried to climb out of bed, pulling you back against his ribcage. He haden’t even looked at you, eye sockets still closed and his head half buried in a pillow.

“I’m...getting up?” you replied with a confused laugh.

[Not permitted.] he gruffly said, his voice partially muted by the pillow.

You giggled quietly at him, deciding five more minutes snuggled up with your boyfriend wouldn’t hurt.

Continue reading on AO3.

[braindumpblehhhh]

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Player: wdym I'm mentally ill? 🤨

[undertale-fic-librarby]

do u know any gaster x reader fics nonexplicit thx

Howdy, thanks for asking! Here are some fics that might fit what you're looking for!

Souls Therapy by Fancyfandomlife (Teen And Up, Incomplete)

Human Souls are all different colours. Everyone expresses themselves differently. Can you Assist Doctor W.D. Gaster in his endevour, or will things go sideways? AFAB-NB Reader insert. I DO NOT CONSENT TO HAVING MY WORK USED TO TEACH AI MODELS 🚫AI🚫

So I Think You've Got the Wrong Number by WatteauYouDoing (Teen And Up, Incomplete)

You're a magician, and a human one, besides, so the world works a lot differently for you. So differently, in fact, that after a particularly odd phone call, you end up deciding to do the impossible - saving a man who has been cast out of reality itself. You'll do it because you can. You'll do it because he needs you. And - maybe, you'll do it to be a hero.

The Faults in Our Souls by T3chn0 (General Audiences, Complete)

When your world is flipped upside down, there's not much you can do but to hold on to what you can grasp. Even if that something is a gaggle of skeletons.

Irrefutably Yours by orphan_account (Teen And Up, Incomplete)

A series detailing your blossoming relationship with everyone's favorite former royal scientist.

Chasing colors of the Future by Witchcraftandwine (Teen And Up, Incomplete)

Even before the Monsters returned she knew something was different about her, when they came back her dreams took better shape, paintings came faster fresher and even in the light of day images came to her needing to be brought out. However when a Father requests she do paintings for his two young sons She could never expect the images she’d see from him.