AU Sans x Reader One-shot book

Gaster x Reader

        You sat on the couch, enjoying a bowl of (f/c) for breakfast. Is was just sugary enough to wake you up, healthy enough to keep you balanced. You sucked on the spoon absentmindedly.

        The TV flashed a bright colors, illuminating the dull living room as both of the tiny skeletons sat next to you with eyes full of joy, munching on their own substitute breakfast.

        Gaster was sleeping in, per your request. So, since he wasn't awake to cook, you brought out your secret stash of sugary breakfast choices. Then you guys all promptly sat on the couch and indulged yourselves in cartoons.

        The two skeletons hopped off of the couch suddenly, startling you out of your groggy daze. "Sans, Papyrus, where are you guys going?" They stop hand in hand, Sans meekly replying with a grin. "Just out front, we're gonna make snowmonsters!"

        You blink, nodding your head softly. "Bundle up, okay?" Sans calls back with an okay, properly dressing each other at the door. The door opens and shuts firmly.

       You stand, collecting all of the bowls and cups into your arms to head toward the kitchen. Cleaning time.

        With a gentle nudge, you turned the water on and grabbed the sudsy dishes, sponge in one hand dinning wear in the other. Rinse, scrub, repeat. All until the sink was empty and the rack was full of dripping wet dishes.

        As you dried your hands for a moment, thinking about the boys and Gaster, you yelped. Two arms slink around your waist as a chin rests on your shoulder. You feel intense warmth rush to your cheeks. A smile finds its way onto your face, softly gasping as you pressed your back against his warm chest.

        "Would you mind making me some coffee?" Gaster's gravely voice hums near your ear. He grins mysteriously as you pout, turning in his hold. Your hips find his as you step closer in his loose embrace. 

        You cup his cheeks in your warm hands. "Is that all you want~?" You wink up at him.

        He blinks, a gentle blush spreading on his cheek bones. "What all is there to choose from?" He purrs leaning forward.

        You let his imagination run wild for a long, silent moment before you kiss his cheek and slip away. "Too late slowpoke, coffee it is!"

        He furrows his brows, frozen in his spot. "H-hey! No fair."