#g x reader

I only have his fanfic in xReader right now. (the links above) I hope it would give you some understanding of him and his mind.

At the time I write the fic was October, the month i dedicate to writing and months after that is very busy, so I haven't finished any actual drawings.

My pen broke so i cant draw digitally and i think i want some redesign for him. I want the difference of the original G and my G be subtle but idk... eh... brain cant think...

An old-fashioned glass, ball shaped ice though emptied of liquid. Skeletal hands reached for the bottle, scraping sounds of bones and glass could be heard echoing through the quiet room.

Room temperature liquid yet felt so hot going through his mouth then to the void. Voided, just liked his entire being.

Dark cave filled with glowing gems, soothing rain drops can be heard from far away. Whispering, whispering so annoyingly. Repeating the old things over and over.

Memories surged through his mind. It was cold down there. He felt it even though he had never been there. Snowdin. A lovely town filled with warmth despite it snowing all the time.

A pile of snow with red marker was written in ‘his’ name.

A big door deep in the wood. Knock knock, voices, laughing.

A book was in ‘his’ hands, sitting beside a fiery rece car bed.

There was happiness. There was amusement, fear, disappointment, anger, depression and a bit of hope. He felt it all, but it was not his.

All those loneliness he had endured, all those efforts he had put into fixing the Glitch. He had tried so hard, because there was a hope that, maybe…. Maybe if he can fix it, it would fix him too. Fix the Glitch. Fix the CORE, and he could get the answer for it. The answer for his existence, was it ‘him’ or was it something else entirely.

He had fixed the Glitch, but to no avail it didn’t fix ‘him’. While he was still here, ‘he’ never returned. No one recognized him nor remembered ‘him’

There’s nothing he can do for the past to come back. For whatever was there to come back. The only thing remaining was him, a glitch. That must be it, his existence. A glitch beyond repair.

When pulling the sting from the past didn’t help, he can only fall deep into the darkness.

Until he found you. His soulmate, pulling on his soul and reminding him that he had a soul. A soul that can connect to someone, a soul that was possible to have a connection. You were his new memories, ‘he’ never met you. You were his future and something truly his.

Unfortunately, even if he was in front of you. You didn’t seem to recognize him. Didn’t recognize the pulling you had been doing to him.

 But it was fine. He was ok with it.

While the old memories keep haunting him, he can be with you to create new memories. What kind of memories were all fine, at least it was his. Only his.

You were the future he looked forward to.

Please pull him off this darkness.

Snickering voices followed by a shuffling sound filled the room. G reached his hand to find the phone that had fallen down to the floor. His back laid long on the couch. Clicking sounds, then a few beeping, you picked up his call.

“Hello?” Your voice filled with suspicion of why he would call you.

“hi~” an overly cheerful voice.

“...” there was a silent “Are you drunk?”

“maybe~” 

“You-” You sighed out loud, he heard it clearly even through the phone. G chuckled at your irritation.

You continued to be quiet while his laugh died down. In the quiet with you, he didn't hear any rain. With you, even on the phone it’s not exactly quiet either. He heard your breathing, and some fabric moving. Like you were close to him right now.

“what are you doing?”

“Going to your place”

“why?”

“You’re drunk” G hummed. “Of course you are always drinking but not this drunk” you said, unimpressed. “I know you lone wolf live alone”

“keep calling me a wolf then coming to me? careful sweetheart, i bite.” He howled into the phone expecting it to be a teasing tone but with his alcohol filled-mind, it didn’t come out as anything pleasantable. And he didn’t even care about that. He heard another long sigh from you with much more force to it. That made him crack up more. 

“are you here yet?” G whined

“I’m not even getting to my car yet”

“weird” G moved to his side on the couch, an arm resting under his head “i thought i was with you all this time” It surprised him to hear you giggling through the phone, your small little laughs that you tried to hold back. A sudden tuck was on his soul. G slowly exhaled, his body felt lighter.

Please continue pulling his soul, even though you won’t catch his hand. Even though you kept him hanging. At least pull on his soul, whether for your entertainment or your own use. Please don’t let go, so he won't fall into the darkness again. 

It’s raining somewhere else Pitter patter It sounds more like pity

Warm dim light, soothing sight and jazz song. That’s what Grillby’s bar always was. It was G favorite and easily became yours too.

G had his hand on the table while yours was caressing it. Just like their first night together. You liked to touch his hands, circling your fingertips around inside the hollow of his palm and brushing along the shape of his phalanges.

The gesture gave G so much comfort, his soul felt like you took a weight off and covered it with your warmth. Still, your eyes were filled with longing even though your soul was pulling his soul so hard. It’s like your hand reaching out to him but when he reached out to you, you didn’t catch his. 

G thought you was searching for someone else. 

Was it ‘him’ that you tried to find?

Was it the monster he saw in his memories? The scattered and tangled up memories. Memories of seeing floating hands went around the lab, of seeing a blue jacket stained with ketchup and another tall skeleton yelling.

He can feel some deep connection toward the tall skeleton but he doesn't have any memories with said skeleton, only ‘him’ did. He can feel some connection toward other monster as well, but it was not his memories, it’s ‘his’

All the memories, all the knowledge he got, he had never experienced it himself. How could he say it’s his.

He knew that. So he tried- he had tried to fix it.

He had fixed the CORE, The Glitch had gone. Everything had become normal again.

Except ‘he’ never came back.

And he’s still here.

So sorry sweetheart, but ‘he’ no longer exists.

Your attention was on his hand while G clasped it and brought it up to his face, as well as your attention.

“whatcha thinkin?” Stop thinking about ‘him’

“Not really” G guided your hand to nuzzle his face.

“like my hands that much?” He’s here now

“Your face too” Your fingers gently caressing along his scars with a soft smile. G was also smiling, but his eyelights were filled with sadness again. You didn’t know much about him. Maybe you didn’t know him at all, but you know when he makes those faces and you can understand what he feels.

Your relationship with him never meant to go this far, but his presence relaxed you, and maybe you pitied him too. 

“Hey~” a customer walked up to your table, a bunny monster. She drunkenly dragged G up. “Sorry we gotta steal your boyfriend for a sec. The pups missed him” you heard roaring voices from the tables where many canine monsters were sitting at.

“He’s not mine, just take him” you swatted your hand in the air, your face grinning. G had a nervous smile on his face but let the bunny dragged him away.

You was giggling, watching G get friendly greetings from the canines when Grillby walked up to you with a paper bag. You looked at him curiously, no one ordered anything.

“Thank you” He said. It’s your first time hearing him talk.

“Um I’m not quite sure what you meant…” 

Your eyes followed Grillby’s gazes that turned to G, who was standing in the middle of the bar and surrounded by other customers. Everyone seemed to enjoy his presence, though you couldn’t say if G feels the same.  “After he met you. He came here more often, hence why we got to talk to him more”

“I thought he is a regular here” Your attention went back to Grillby.

Grillby's voice was gentle, his bright fire crackling firmly yet so soothing. “He is. But most of the time, he didn’t seem like he want to talk” 

It baffled you because G always looked so lonely and craved your affection like a lost puppy. “Everyone seems to like him”

“He the one who saved us all”

And Grillby just said something even more shocking, your hands were quick enough to cover your opening mouth.

“You should ask him, he knows a lot. He even knows every monster’s names” Grillby’s eyes narrowed, deep in thought. 

When Grillby walked away. You looked at G and thought it’s a good time to go home. Grabbed the paper bag Grillby gave you then walked up to G, his smile growing slightly. His eyelights begging you to help him from this cluster of cheerful folks.

“Sorry guy, we gotta go” your arm circled around G’s arm, pulled on it a little, dragging him with you in a hurried manner. There was another loud cheer as you both walked out.

Your arm was still around his when you both walked out the bar. Looking up at the night sky, you saw it was filled with bright stars and you stopped your steps. G followed your gestures.

“It’s pretty right?” you said softly.

“yeah” His voice was low.

“Do you like it?” you knew that many monsters like stars so you asked G to see if he thought the same.

“i think… i used to” his eyelights never left the stars above.

“Used to? What’s changed?” You frowned at his weird choice of words. 

“me” his usual white eyelights showed faint light of blue and gold. “but it's still pretty though” then he shut his eyes completely.

“Yeah it's always pretty” You decided to not think of it much, for your own peace of mind and for him too.

“let’s me take you home, it’s cold outside” he took his jacket off then used it to cover your shoulder. 

“You know I have a car” you sighed, but couldn't stop the smile forming up in the corner of your lips. G saw it and smiled even more brightly.

“welp, you still need to walk to your car” he chuckled, bubbly feelings filled the both of you while walking to where your car was.

Your little attention for him was good enough. But the more he’s with you, the more he sees your face with new expressions he has never seen. He realized. He lied. He craved more of your attention.

Act like you truly love him Because if you could do that Maybe he could too Pretend like ‘him’ Act like ‘him’

“Fancy seeing you outside the bar” You said plainly after noticing the familiar face. It was such a werid sight to see him staring at the flowers in a flower shop. Colorful flowers were too contradictory to his black and gray attire, also was the bad boy vibe he had.

The melancholy on his face disappeared and was replaced with a slyly grin, his signature grin that he kept up to make people believe in his confidence.

“maybe it's destiny” It meant to be a joke even though he did hope it was destiny that he got to see you again, but the face you made… It was sorrowful. “why surprise, you know i can be romantic” he changed the subject “especially in bed” a suggestive tone in hope to distract you, so you could stop making the expression that stinged his soul.

Your face frowned, but you said in a teasing tone “Eww don’t talk like that in public” 

He didn’t mind the teasing. Even if you show negative feelings toward him, at least it’s for him. And this kind of teasing was your and his dynamic anyway. Teasing. That’s what both of you came up with without discussing it directly. It’s just mutual understanding after their second one-nightstand session. After he had begged to be your friend.

You and G, two lonely souls that were screaming for another soul. He knew his soul was reaching for you. Unfortunately, you don’t know that yours is reaching for him.

You knew your soul was screaming for someone.

But you don’t recognize who it is.

Even though he was right in front of you. 

Was it because of his soul?

G chuckled “alright, no no in public”

You glared at him with that neutral face of yours, though he can sense a bit of amusement in your eyes.

At least you enjoy his presence, even just a tiny bit or the faintest of interests. It was enough for him.

“Buying flowers?” You said.

You asked him first, ask about him. Whether it’s just a polite manner or not, it would be human thing that he didn’t care about anyway. Because of that, G can’t help the smile growing on his face.

You gave him a look.

“nope, just passing by” G tucked a hand in his jeans’ pocket and leaned on one of his legs.

You gave him a hum then looked around the flower shop.

“buying flowers?” G returned the question back to you.

“Yes”

“for what occasion?”

“... For a friend”

He was too forward, too personal, too soon. But you answered it anyway, and he appreciated you opening up to him.

You went inside the shop to find the florist, G was about to follow you but something had catched his eyes.

A set of little yellow flowers put into long tubes contained water; branches were longer than the tube to show its shiny yellow pedals.

It reminded him of his old friends in Underground.

Back when he had been in Underground, after he woke up to only see glitches everywhere, no one else to be seen, even himself had become unrecognized. Vague memories kept rampaging through his mind.

He knew the CORE incident had glitched the Underground to the point of unrecognizable, because he knew how it looked before. But himself was the only thing he didn't know.

After he had calmed down. There was one thing he knew.

He had to fix the Glitch.

And it must be at the CORE 

The CORE had become unknown where it was due to the Glitch effects. Places or paths he had known were all messed up. Every floor, every wall, every dirt, every water or anything he had known.

Except, flowers. The two flowers Underground had, Golden flowers and Echo flowers.

He was in an unknown place. Alone. But at least he had soft flower beds to sleep on. He had flowers to talk to. The only familiarity he can get, not even his soul could provide.

How pathetic of him.

G glared at the little yellow flowers in the tubes, it's the exact same color and the same numbers of pedals like the Underground ones. But clearly, it was smaller.

“That’s our buttercup if you’re interested” The florist said while you were standing beside them with a banquet in hand. 

He was deep in thought that he didn’t notice the two of you walked out. Being self-conscious, he looked around the shop and acted like he didn’t just stare at the bright little flowers. Suddenly, the blue roses behind the table got his full attention.

“what-” he cleared his throat before smiling  “never see rose this blue before”

“Well, because the blue is fake” the florist said simply but G’s soul ached. “Isn’t it amazing? It literally-” 

“Oliver” You interrupted the florist with a firm voice. “Even though I love talking flowers with you but we really need to go” You were looking at G's face. When he noticed, he slowly looked away to pretend like he didn’t see what kind of face you gave him. The expression that you sense or know something about him, the part he didn't want you to know.

Seeing that G sudden reaction was to pretend, it made you feel a knot forming up in your chest. He hid behind his wall while also asking you to lower your own.

You quickly grabbed his arm and dragged him out the shop. However, G can’t help the urge to look back in that direction for one last time. He thought the blue roses had talked to him. But maybe he misheard. There’s always something wrong with him after all.

“woah, slow down sweetheart. i don’t remember having a date with you today, tho i don’t mind-”

“Just shut up” irritated but you took a deep breath before your steps slowed down. “Blue roses...it was made up” You said slowly “I wouldn't call it... that. It was made up, and it’s pretty”

G was quiet for a second before he started to talk again “i thought we’re in a hurry” he tucked on your hand that still clasped with his.

You immediately let go of his hand “We’re going to the cafe then I’m off to my business” Your voice filled with a bit of irritation but not as much as before.

G didn’t know what you saw in him, your soul didn't recognize him but you often did something or asked him something that made him questioning. You both had met just a few times. So, what did you know

That’s a question for later, he was going to enjoy some coffee with you today. More time with you. A piece of you.

A little bit of your attention was enough for him.

Because why would he had gone through hell And wouldn’t get his happy ending