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Freshie Bday+Christmas Comms

no fancy infographic this time lol

for 10 bucks i'll update a fic, whichever you want, or just random if that's your fancy

or if you'd rather a oneshot, i can do that too!

kofi here lol

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for your hard times Bingo, if it hasn't gotten picked yet, may i please call dibs on Kustard (Red/Sans)

Idiots in love (because what else could they be LOL) and either SWF or NSFW is perfectly fine. Otherwise you can have free reign on any other prompts you might feel the motivation to add and thank you very much for doing this.

of course bestie, thank you for sending one in <333

Hard Times Bingo Prompt 8: Kustard (fluff) ~800 words

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It was the snoring, really. It was a sign that Red had finally passed the hell out, and Sans was free to pull off his plan.

It was a plan that had been in the works for a while, given Red was so hard to trick. Keeping it on the downlow meant not telling Edge, even, because if Red asked Edge, he’d tell him. They were tight like that, given the whole Underfell thing.

But Sans needed this to be a secret, at least until he was able to get all the pieces in place. Then Red could know, since it involved him and all.

Sans was excited for it, excited to finally get to do something for and with Red that would sort of… steer the rest of their lives. He was ready for this step, and he hoped he hadn’t misread the situation, and that Red was ready too.

He just needed to get the last few things in place, and he’d be prepared for the Big Moment.

Red falling asleep gave him the perfect opportunity to do just that, Sans slipping out of his recliner and past Red without waking him up with all the practice that a relationship of 4 years had given him. Then he went to the kitchen, grabbing the cellphone they kept on the table and heading to the back porch where Red was unlikely to hear him.

Step 1: Order Red’s favorite take out. Complete.

Once the call was over, Sans having gone all out on the food he knew Red liked and that he himself enjoyed, he put the phone back on the table where it could continue to ignore spam calls, heading for the pantry. It had been a pain in the ass hiding Red’s favorite brownie mix where he wouldn’t sniff it out, but Sans had managed by prying up a floorboard and hiding the boxes of mix underneath, as well as the icing and sprinkles he knew his lover liked as well.

Step 2: Make Red’s favorite brownies. Initiated.

It was harder than he thought to move quietly around the kitchen. Sans saw now why Papyrus never really tried; everything seemed prepared to just jump around and clang loudly against whatever was closest to it.

But again, he managed, making a delicious looking brownie batter and putting it in a greased pan before sticking it in the oven.

He was on the clock now, Red would smell the baking chocolate before long, so Sans needed to hurry if he was going to get the last of it done before his lover woke up fully.

He’d never agreed with Papyrus on a lot of the things in his dating manual, but the one thing he did sort of respect, was wearing something nice when you wanted to make an impact. So, carefully tiptoeing past a still loudly snoring Red, he headed to their bedroom. Grabbing the box he’d kept hidden just under the pile of quilts they kept for winter time, he changed into the nice shirt and slacks he’d gotten just for this occasion.

Step 3: Wear something nice. Complete.

By the time he was finished dolling up, Sans was ready to head back to the kitchen, only to pause as he opened the bedroom door. The sound of snoring was no longer there, and there was the low mumble of talking from the front door. Sans couldn’t move, something like shock filling him, as Red thanked whoever it was and shut the door, heavy footsteps coming back towards the bedroom.

Red came around the corner, several bags of take out in his hands, confusion written all over his face. “...Sansy?”

Sans had half a mind to teleport away, which would be stupid. Instead he sighed, giving a lopsided, soft grin.

“It was supposed to be a surprise for when you woke up.”

Red blinked, glancing down at the food he still held. “You spent what… like sixty bucks on food? Why?”

Sans’s grin widened. “That’s not all I did. C’mon.”

Red just stared at him as he walked past, leading him to the kitchen where he mitted up and grabbed out the pan of deliciously gooey brownies.

“I hoped you’d be asleep till I got the toppings on these, but… y’know.” Sans said, gesturing to the bags of food Red had set on the table. Red’s gaze followed, to the food then to the brownies, then to Sans’s outfit.

“…What’s the occasion?” Red finally asked, something like soft suspicion in his voice, and Sans didn’t have it in him to wait till after all of this.

“Well… I love you. And I wanna always love you. So, I thought…”

He took a step forward, reaching into his pocket to get out the little box he’d struggled to keep hidden for weeks, maybe months, and went to kneel down only to stop as Red burst into laughter.

Sans felt a little something like dread fill his belly. “What? What is it?”

Red seemed to be unable to stop laughing, but reached into his own pocket… pulling out a similar box.

“Ya beat me to it, sweetheart.” he said, still chuckling, and Sans couldn’t help but laugh too.

What a pair they were, huh. That was the only thing Sans could think as he surged forward, wrapping around Red and catching him in a kiss.

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Be careful what you wish for... chapter 2

wrote more of Blue and the Bad Sans Gang fic!! enjoy :D

(cw for more of my famous gratuitous descriptions of food and cooking lol)

[freshiegayboi]

Freshie Bday+Christmas Comms

no fancy infographic this time lol

for 10 bucks i'll update a fic, whichever you want, or just random if that's your fancy

or if you'd rather a oneshot, i can do that too!

kofi here lol

love you guys <3

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HoneyBBQ for the bingo, if avail

i got both of your asks, but i wanted to answer this one to let you know

ill do the dark prompts just for you *eyebrows wiggling*

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i might be crazy, but still taking these!! probably will till my birthday lol

during which im gonna try to write Kedgeup lol

but yeah!! send more if you want one!

right now sucks a lot

SO im doing a FREE Hard Times Bingo!! just send me an ask of which ship youd like to claim, and any (smut is ok but only if you're 18+) prompts youd like to include!! and i will write something for it! please don't claim more than 3!

ships included under the cut:

Skeleton/Other Flavored

Sanster (non familial) any AU

Sansby any AU

Papby any AU

Sansgore any AU

Papgore any AU

Mettasans any AU

Soriel any AU

Fontcest Flavored

Fontcest (Undertale)

Fellcest

Swapcest

Swapfellcest

Fellswap Goldcest

Swapfell Purplecest

Edgeberry (Edge/Blue)

Papayaberry (Papyrus/Blue)

Kedgeup (Edge/Sans)

Mapletacos (Slim/Blue)

Mapleketchup (Slim/Sans)

Floofyhoodies (Slim/Red)

Cherryblossom (Papyrus/Red)

Honeymustard (Stretch/Red)

PoisonPuff (Papyrus/Razz)

EdgelordSupreme (Edge/Razz)

Honeyketchup (Stretch/Sans)

RottenHoney (Stretch/Razz)

Papcest Flavored

Edgepuff (Edge/Papyrus)

Honeyblossom (Stretch/Papyrus)

Spicyhoney (Edge/Stretch)

SpicyBBQ (Edge/Slim)

HoneyBBQ (Stretch/Slim)

Mapleblossom (Slim/Papyrus)

Sanscest Flavored

Cherryberry (Red/Blue)

Kustard (Red/Sans)

ClassicBerry (Sans/Blue)

Rottenjoke (Sans/Razz)

Rottenberry (Razz/Blue)

BlackCherry (Razz/Red)

Outcode Flavored

The Bad Sans Poly

The Star Sans Poly

The Big Poly

Kross (Killer/Cross)

Driller (Dust/Killer)

BloodyDust (Horror/Dust)

Bluerror (Blue/Error)

OutError (Outer/Error)

Rottencrops (Horror/Farm)

Dustyrottencrops (Horror/Dust/Farm)

Dustard (Dust/Red)

DustyFellcest (Dust/Red/Edge)

Killedge (Killer/Edge)

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hit a bit of a speed bump, so until i figure out how to get over it lol

pick my next prompt!

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Hard Times Bingo Prompt 7: DustyRottenCrops

next one! this time hurt/comfort with a BIG emphasis on comfort lol

Prompt 7: DustyRottenCrops ~680 words

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Often, Buck would be up with the sunrise. There was a time, way back in ancient history now, that he wouldn’t have been up before noon. And that was if his brother was lucky. Heh, depression was a bitch.

But these days, now that he’d sort of figured his shit out, he had good reason to be up with the sun. There were animals to feed, chores to take care of. Crops to check and houseplants to feed with glorious drops of water.

It was a lot of work, but it felt better than wasting away.

Which was why, when Horror and Dust had shown up, lost and not a small amount of wary, Buck had observed at first. Dust mostly slept during the day, only getting up when supper was ready and then sitting on the back porch to view the stars.

Horror would get up during the day, but wouldn’t do much more than follow Buck or Papyrus around, like an old dog that no longer had any get up and go in him.

Buck observed, and came to the conclusion that these boys were in the same place he’d once been. So, he knew the remedy for them.

Accommodating Dust’s sleep schedule was the first, and greatest hurdle. Buck still needed his sleep, but Papyrus often didn’t sleep much, and so had been added to the cause.

Bringing it up went easier than Buck had thought it would. He loved Dust, and Dust loved him, so maybe he should have expected a little more positively.

“Dust?”

A hum, indicating Dust was listening. He looked a little more aware than he had the first few months, which meant good things. Still, Buck knew this would help further.

“I want you to take care of the night watch. Tend the chickens, watch out for foxes and coyotes, and water th’ evening plants. Think you could do that?”

Dust stared at him for a moment, from under the shadow of his hood, but finally nodded. “Yeah. I can do that.”

Buck smiled, large and genuine. “Thank ya. Remember, supper’s at 6.”

Dust nodded again, glancing back down at the book he’d borrowed from Papyrus, which meant the conversation was over. That was alright, Buck had another conversation to have.

~.~

“Horror, bud?”

He almost felt bad at the way his newly acquired lover jumped, as if he was doing something wrong. Buck gently reached forward, waiting for Horror to lean into his hand. “Sorry love, didn’t mean t’ startle you.”

Horror just shrugged. “Comes with… everything. What’d you need?”

Short and to the point, just like he always was. Buck would never get tired of someone that always said what they meant the first time.

“I want you to help Papyrus run the tractors, during the day. And help with the greenhouse, maybe even with some of th’ cross pollination. Think you can do it?”

Horror seemed to think for a moment, the way Dust had. It served as a reminder to Buck that wherever they’d come from, they had to survive the same way.

“Yeah… yeah I think so. But…” Horror paused, as if considering if he really wanted to say his trouble.

Buck just waited it out. Giving Horror time to consider his words was important… especially with the dern hole in his head.

“What if Papyrus doesn’t… want help?”

Buck stared at him for a moment, then laughed, low and soft. “Love, Papyrus will always want help. He hates it when our help don’t show up like they’re supposed to. It’s a big farm; there’s only so much we can do on our own.”

Horror seemed to chew on that for a moment, before he nodded, slow. “I can help then.”

Buck grinned, leaning forward to leave a chaste kiss on Horror’s cheek. “Thank ya. I’ll let you get to it then!”

Horror smiled, something soft, something genuine… something vulnerable. Then he was up, shuffling off to find Papyrus.

Buck watched him leave, smile still on his face, but one thought in his head.

He’d never let anyone hurt these boys again.

Hard Times Bingo Prompt 6: Sanster

next one! this time fluff :D

Prompt 6: Sanster (Cuddles After Work) ~600 words

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Sans shuffled to the side of the couch, letting his body fall forward with a soft thump. His top half teetered dangerously, but stayed somewhat stable as he slowly, slowly let himself untense.

It had been a long day, which… most days were long days now that he worked at the labs, but he’d been working there for a few years now and it had never really gotten less exhausting. Fast forward to today and he was in a state of couch decay now that he’d gotten home.

He didn’t even move as the front door opened, the boss kicking off his shoes and slipping off his coat before he was picking Sans up and flopping down on the couch proper.

“’eyyyy bossman.” Sans mumbled, face buried deep into Gaster’s chest, slowly slipping deeper and deeper towards the sweet release of sleep.

Gaster snorted. “We’re home dear. Don’t call me that when we’re home.”

Sans shuffled, sacrificing the easy nap to look his husband in the eyes. “What should I call you then?”

Gaster’s sockets were half closed, the naked desire in them visible even to the untrained eye. “I’m not sure. What do you think would be acceptable?”

Snorting, Sans shuffled back down, curling up like a cat in a sunbeam to go back to sleep. “Whatever it is, it’ll have to wait till after a nap.”

Gaster laughed, the sound bringing a warmth to Sans’ chest, just like it always did. “If you say so darling. I could do with a nap myself, my god.”

They then laid in silence for a bit, Gaster’s breathing slowly, slowly evening out until Sans was sure he was actually sleeping. Then, as much as it pained him to actually give up a free nap, he had a good reason this time.

Slipping out of his lover’s hold was no easy task, but soon Sans was free and Gaster was holding a large, vaguely Sans shaped pillow, snoozing away. Watching him with no small amount of affection, Sans had to tear himself away so he could execute his actual goal for tonight: Operation Bossman’s Birthday.

Gaster had never liked doing much for his birthday. Sans was the only person (he knew of) that even knew when it was. They’d spent the entire day without a peep from anyone wishing him well, or offering gifts of food or random, often meaningful objects.

But Sans wasn’t letting him get away with doing absolutely nothing. Not when he knew the guy had a seriously devious sweet tooth and he had stashed away three boxes of cake mix.

Strawberry, of course. With raspberry compote and dark chocolate icing.

Sans knew his man.

It took longer than he would have liked to make the cakes, getting them into the oven as quickly and quietly as he could before he started work on the compote and icing.

Store bought icing would have been fine, really, but Sans wanted to go all out. So he cooked and baked and whipped and tasted and damn if he wasn’t a decent cook.

Chef Sans, that was him.

Finally, the cakes were cooled, layered and covered in generous amounts of chocolate icing, with a few cut strawberries on top for that added flair. Gaster would love it, once he woke up.

And now that he was done, Sans figured he could probably sneak a few zzz’s before his husband woke up. Replacing the Sans shaped pillow was easier than getting it in there, Gaster seeming to relax a little further as Sans snuggled into him.

Yeah… Sans was a great husband.

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Hard Times Bingo Prompt 6: Sanster

next one! this time fluff :D

Prompt 6: Sanster (Cuddles After Work) ~600 words

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Sans shuffled to the side of the couch, letting his body fall forward with a soft thump. His top half teetered dangerously, but stayed somewhat stable as he slowly, slowly let himself untense.

It had been a long day, which… most days were long days now that he worked at the labs, but he’d been working there for a few years now and it had never really gotten less exhausting. Fast forward to today and he was in a state of couch decay now that he’d gotten home.

He didn’t even move as the front door opened, the boss kicking off his shoes and slipping off his coat before he was picking Sans up and flopping down on the couch proper.

“’eyyyy bossman.” Sans mumbled, face buried deep into Gaster’s chest, slowly slipping deeper and deeper towards the sweet release of sleep.

Gaster snorted. “We’re home dear. Don’t call me that when we’re home.”

Sans shuffled, sacrificing the easy nap to look his husband in the eyes. “What should I call you then?”

Gaster’s sockets were half closed, the naked desire in them visible even to the untrained eye. “I’m not sure. What do you think would be acceptable?”

Snorting, Sans shuffled back down, curling up like a cat in a sunbeam to go back to sleep. “Whatever it is, it’ll have to wait till after a nap.”

Gaster laughed, the sound bringing a warmth to Sans’ chest, just like it always did. “If you say so darling. I could do with a nap myself, my god.”

They then laid in silence for a bit, Gaster’s breathing slowly, slowly evening out until Sans was sure he was actually sleeping. Then, as much as it pained him to actually give up a free nap, he had a good reason this time.

Slipping out of his lover’s hold was no easy task, but soon Sans was free and Gaster was holding a large, vaguely Sans shaped pillow, snoozing away. Watching him with no small amount of affection, Sans had to tear himself away so he could execute his actual goal for tonight: Operation Bossman’s Birthday.

Gaster had never liked doing much for his birthday. Sans was the only person (he knew of) that even knew when it was. They’d spent the entire day without a peep from anyone wishing him well, or offering gifts of food or random, often meaningful objects.

But Sans wasn’t letting him get away with doing absolutely nothing. Not when he knew the guy had a seriously devious sweet tooth and he had stashed away three boxes of cake mix.

Strawberry, of course. With raspberry compote and dark chocolate icing.

Sans knew his man.

It took longer than he would have liked to make the cakes, getting them into the oven as quickly and quietly as he could before he started work on the compote and icing.

Store bought icing would have been fine, really, but Sans wanted to go all out. So he cooked and baked and whipped and tasted and damn if he wasn’t a decent cook.

Chef Sans, that was him.

Finally, the cakes were cooled, layered and covered in generous amounts of chocolate icing, with a few cut strawberries on top for that added flair. Gaster would love it, once he woke up.

And now that he was done, Sans figured he could probably sneak a few zzz’s before his husband woke up. Replacing the Sans shaped pillow was easier than getting it in there, Gaster seeming to relax a little further as Sans snuggled into him.

Yeah… Sans was a great husband.

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OH ALSO

any asks im getting, ill answer them when the prompt gets written!!

<3

btw for the Hard Times Bingo

i know i said 18+ prompts were alright, and they are! but i need to give a small PSA

i am trusting that anyone sending them are in fact 18+ in age if you're sending 18+/smut prompts and youre a minor, i don't wanna know, and don't send anymore pls

thanks guys <3

[freshiegayboi]

btw for the Hard Times Bingo

i know i said 18+ prompts were alright, and they are! but i need to give a small PSA

i am trusting that anyone sending them are in fact 18+ in age if you're sending 18+/smut prompts and youre a minor, i don't wanna know, and don't send anymore pls

thanks guys <3

[freshiegayboi]

unironically one of my favorite things ive ever written lmao

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Hard Times Bingo Prompt 5: Papby

next one! this one is just fluff! i will start a new thread of them after this one, i dont want it to get too long lol

Prompt 5: Papby (Soft Love) ~520 words

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Napping was something Papyrus didn’t often do. He felt it was unnecessary at best, and frivolous at worst. There were so many other things he could be doing other than laying flat on a comfortable surface and being unconscious for an undetermined amount of time!

Sans had never agreed, and seemed to relish in the activity. If you could call it an activity.

But Grillby… Grillby seemed to understand a little better Papyrus’s point of view. He was a person that liked to get things done, as quickly and efficiently as possible. He worked hard, and had the business to prove it.

Today, however, Grillby had off. The flame didn’t get many days off, and ever since Papyrus had moved in, there was only one way Grillby enjoyed spending them.

Sat on the couch, snacks at the ready, and the TV on at a higher volume than usual.

At first, Papyrus had just… sort of gone with it. Grillby was such a hard worker normally that there was very little Papyrus could say about the “sudden laziness”. If you could even call it that, Grillby often cleaned a bit on his days off as well.

But after the first few times… Grillby started asking him to sit with him. Cuddle, even, and Papyrus was a very great cuddler. What was he supposed to do? Tell his boyfriend no??

Which led back to days like today. Grillby was curled up on the couch, flames bright and healthy, watching some cooking competition show that involved surprisingly little yelling, Papyrus laid down with his head in Grillby’s lap.

It was surprisingly comfortable, laying this way. Comfortable enough that Papyrus had started not to mind it. Grillby was warm to Papyrus’s constant chill, giving him just enough cozy warmth that it didn’t take long before he was starting to drift off.

Grillby certainly did not help matters by gently petting his head, the crackling of fire above him added to the repetitive motions and really, no one could blame Papyrus for falling asleep.

~.~

Which, really, no one did. Grillby certainly didn’t, seeing as how this had been an orchestrated ploy for weeks now. Sans had warned him that Papyrus tended to go and go and go, until he’d far surpassed his limits and crashed horrifically.

That was the last thing Grillby wanted for his boyfriend. So, he’d started what he called “Project Break Time”. Truly, he’d needed to take a few days off of work here and there anyways, and what better reason could he have than helping his lover relax?

Putting on Master Chef (Canada, of course, the American one had entirely too much drama), grabbing a bowlful of pretzels, and getting comfortable on the couch was the perfect trap. Especially when he put on the icing atop the cupcake of trickery he’d baked.

All he had to do was ask Papyrus to sit with him. It would graduate from there to cuddles, which traveled farther still to Papyrus as he was now; laid asleep in Grillby’s lap.

It was an adorable sight, one he was sure Sans would love to see.

Too bad. This was all Grillby’s.

Hard Times Bingo Prompt 1: Spicyhoney

it begins... i probably wont have any kind of schedule for these lol theyll either come hard and fast or there will be lulls (also im spinning a wheel to pick which ones i write next lol)

but they will all get written!!

Prompt 1: Spicyhoney (With Edge nervously asking Stretch out) ~550 words

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Fingers tapping against the table, Edge could not help the fluttering of his soul. It’d been nearly fifteen minutes since he’d arrived at Blue’s home, his host happily letting him inside and exclaiming, wink and all, “I’ll go wake up Paps!”

Edge had stood there for five of the minutes, unsure of what he should do in this situation. Underfell was not a great teacher in the terms of hospitality and culture. So he stood there, and after a long contemplation, sat on the very edge of the couch. It was a comfortable couch, he thought.

The next five minutes were spent watching the TV, which had been left on. Blue seemed to be into some… interesting horror. That was a lot of blood for one small person.

And the last five minutes were spent like he was now, staring at the hallway that led to the bedrooms, hands wrapped tightly around his humeri like he was trying to hold himself back from rushing in there to yell his intentions.

Or yell in general. How did it take this long to wake up??

Finally, though, finally Edge heard the creaks of the floor, Stretch coming out from the hallway and for a moment, Edge could not speak.

Stretch was without his signature hoodie, his bones sleek and on display even if he wore a tank top that had a large burger emblazoned on it. It looked like a very messy burger.

“Hey, eyes are up here bud.”

Edge’s eyelights tore off of the burger, meeting Stretch’s who was smirking.

“Ah. Yes, apologies.”

Stretch shrugged, though he looked a little uncomfortable. Maybe this was a bad idea…

“What did you need, edgelord?” Stretch asked, bringing him back out of his thoughts, and, just for that split moment, Edge found the courage to say

“I want to take you out!”

A pause. Then, “What, to dinner or with a sniper rifle?”

Edge gawked at Stretch, who was laughing with a bright light in his eyes that hadn’t been there before. It felt… good. Not embarrassing like it normally would have been. It felt good to make him laugh.

“Out to dinner. If it were with a sniper you would not get a warning before hand.”

Stretch snorted, coming over finally with a lazy grace to flop on the other end of the couch. “Yeah, I figured. What, you wanna… go out on a date?”

Edge felt his throat begin to close, the nervousness strong, but nodded once, resolute.

Stretch seemed to pause to think about it for a moment, before finally smiling.

It wasn’t his usual smile. It wasn’t lazy, wasn’t careless. Wasn’t like he knew the secrets to life and they weren’t particularly enjoyable or original.

It was a soft smile. A genuine smile. A smile Edge hoped he could see again.

“Well, I don’t see why not. Maybe you can take me out to the fancy schmancy seafood place you like so much, treat me right.”

Edge hmphed, crossing his arms. “Well of course I’ll treat you right! Your brother would have every right to kill me if I didn’t.”

Stretch laughed again, the sound so beautiful, and nodded. “That he would. When are we going?”

And Edge, who had already planned things out to a T no matter how this went, was more than happy to tell him.

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Hard Times Bingo Prompt 4: Rottenjoke

next one! went hurt/comfort again!

Prompt 4: Rottenjoke (Platonic Care) ~600 words

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Some days were hard. Harder than they had any right to be, in Razz’s opinion. And he had a lot of opinions, sure, but this one was of the more important ones. Days should not be harder than you can stand, and certainly not one after another after another.

And yet, Sans had been having about two weeks of hard day after hard day.

First, he’d been laid off from the university. They were “downsizing”, apparently, which meant that all of their monster staff had been either let go or laid off. Sans had joked about it at the time, through the veneer of humor over the depths of his anger.

“Yeah, they’ll realize what they had and they’ll be trippin’ over themselves trying to get us all back.”

And everyone had agreed. Except one day turned into two, into three, into a week, into two.

It was beginning to look like the lay offs were more or less permanent, but that was only the start of Sans’ hard days.

The next thing was Papyrus’s announcement that he was heading abroad for teaching the history and culture of monsters to humans all over the world. Sans had congratulated him with tears in his eyes, of pride… and of grief. Because no matter how much he might like to, Sans could not go with him. Could not protect him, even if Papyrus didn’t really need it.

Razz saw the thin strands breaking, one by one, but the final straw was the anti monster scumbag that nearly killed his friend.

Sans had been walking. Just walking, down the street in the middle of the day, like anyone else. And someone had attempted to take a brick to the back of his skull.

If Razz had not been there… he wasn’t sure he could have stopped himself from find the person responsible and making an example of them.

But he was there, zipping forward and back with Sans in his arms, protecting him as the monsters and humans alike around them engaged the man, who quickly dropped the brick and ran.

Sans was still shaking by the time they got home, Razz refusing to finish their day out when he was so clearly shook up. Gently settling him onto the couch, Razz wrapped him up with his favorite quilt, giving him a stern “Stay here.” before heading to the kitchen.

It was easy to make a mock up of one of Sans’s favorite meals, even if it was a cheat. Grilled cheese with ketchup to dip it in, as well as a root beer. An easy way to calm the nerves they didn’t. He even made two grilled cheeses, in case Sans’s weird hang ups about eating when Razz hadn’t came up.

Presenting Sans with the food made something in him deeply satisfied, Razz watching Sans take the plate and cup with care before gingerly starting to wolf down the food. He didn’t even pause, picking up the second without a thought, which was intentional.

Whatever he could do to help, he wanted to try. So when Sans gave him a glance, looking guilty, Razz huffed an amused laugh. He took the plate and cup, setting them carefully on the side table before crawling up beside him.

Sans settled with his skull on Razz’s lap, sighing in contentment as Razz began to scritch along the sides of his head.

They would stay like this for a while, not that Razz minded.

Whatever helped his friend, he would do.

And he would be finding that motherfucker, to teach him what happens when you try to take from a Fell monster.

Hard Times Bingo Prompt 1: Spicyhoney

it begins... i probably wont have any kind of schedule for these lol theyll either come hard and fast or there will be lulls (also im spinning a wheel to pick which ones i write next lol)

but they will all get written!!

Prompt 1: Spicyhoney (With Edge nervously asking Stretch out) ~550 words

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Fingers tapping against the table, Edge could not help the fluttering of his soul. It’d been nearly fifteen minutes since he’d arrived at Blue’s home, his host happily letting him inside and exclaiming, wink and all, “I’ll go wake up Paps!”

Edge had stood there for five of the minutes, unsure of what he should do in this situation. Underfell was not a great teacher in the terms of hospitality and culture. So he stood there, and after a long contemplation, sat on the very edge of the couch. It was a comfortable couch, he thought.

The next five minutes were spent watching the TV, which had been left on. Blue seemed to be into some… interesting horror. That was a lot of blood for one small person.

And the last five minutes were spent like he was now, staring at the hallway that led to the bedrooms, hands wrapped tightly around his humeri like he was trying to hold himself back from rushing in there to yell his intentions.

Or yell in general. How did it take this long to wake up??

Finally, though, finally Edge heard the creaks of the floor, Stretch coming out from the hallway and for a moment, Edge could not speak.

Stretch was without his signature hoodie, his bones sleek and on display even if he wore a tank top that had a large burger emblazoned on it. It looked like a very messy burger.

“Hey, eyes are up here bud.”

Edge’s eyelights tore off of the burger, meeting Stretch’s who was smirking.

“Ah. Yes, apologies.”

Stretch shrugged, though he looked a little uncomfortable. Maybe this was a bad idea…

“What did you need, edgelord?” Stretch asked, bringing him back out of his thoughts, and, just for that split moment, Edge found the courage to say

“I want to take you out!”

A pause. Then, “What, to dinner or with a sniper rifle?”

Edge gawked at Stretch, who was laughing with a bright light in his eyes that hadn’t been there before. It felt… good. Not embarrassing like it normally would have been. It felt good to make him laugh.

“Out to dinner. If it were with a sniper you would not get a warning before hand.”

Stretch snorted, coming over finally with a lazy grace to flop on the other end of the couch. “Yeah, I figured. What, you wanna… go out on a date?”

Edge felt his throat begin to close, the nervousness strong, but nodded once, resolute.

Stretch seemed to pause to think about it for a moment, before finally smiling.

It wasn’t his usual smile. It wasn’t lazy, wasn’t careless. Wasn’t like he knew the secrets to life and they weren’t particularly enjoyable or original.

It was a soft smile. A genuine smile. A smile Edge hoped he could see again.

“Well, I don’t see why not. Maybe you can take me out to the fancy schmancy seafood place you like so much, treat me right.”

Edge hmphed, crossing his arms. “Well of course I’ll treat you right! Your brother would have every right to kill me if I didn’t.”

Stretch laughed again, the sound so beautiful, and nodded. “That he would. When are we going?”

And Edge, who had already planned things out to a T no matter how this went, was more than happy to tell him.

[freshiegayboi]

Hard Times Bingo Prompt 3: Swapfellcest

next one! went a little more hurt/comfort for this one

Prompt 3: Swapfellcest (Warm Soup) ~560 words

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Hands trembling, Slim could only wince as Razz carefully wrapped the gauze around his ribs, cinching them off with steady hands that Slim knew were a show.

This was his fault. All his fault. He knew better than to go out at night here, now that they were on the Surface, but he’d really wanted to see the stars. Their backyard should have been safe, should have been comfortable to gaze up at something he’d always wanted to see… it should have been a lot of things.

But of course… someone had been waiting. Waiting for either one of them to slip up, waiting for Slim or Razz to come out on their own and get “what was coming to them”.

Nasty humans. Slim couldn’t understand the hate. Not up here, where food was plentiful and resources were vast. It wasn’t like Underground, where you had to fight for your life every day just to get a loaf of bread on the table.

But… they had been waiting. And Slim was jumped the moment he came outside without Razz acting as his shadow.

He’d fought back, as one does when they’re being kicked viciously in the ribs and skull, and he was sure they hadn’t left uninjured, not after he fought them off with blunt bones and raised a single blaster up with the remaining energy he had left, scaring them shitless.

It was a final straw kind of deal, he thought, coming back inside to Razz who had been busy at work in the basement. His brother had glanced up, asking why he was back inside, only for his bright purple eyelights to lock on his injuries with a fierceness that was scary.

There were few that had the intensity his brother had. Slim had always admired him for that, but now that it was directed on him… it was the teeniest bit uncomfortable.

“It’s… not as bad as it looks.” he tried, but Razz was very suddenly in his space, forcing him over to a chair to sit as he took stock of what needed immediate healing and what would have to heal the old fashioned way.

Razz was silent as he methodically went over every break, every cut, every bruise, as if memorizing them and their placements. Slim knew why, even before it was over and Razz finally asked him the burning question.

“Who did this to you.”

Slim shook his head, but his brother only took his chin, gentle.

“Papyrus. Who did this to you.”

Tears dotted his sockets, but Slim gave a description of what the men had looked like, the five of them. It was a little difficult, as it was still pretty late and there wasn’t that much light in the backyard, but Razz seemingly took his retelling and filed it away for later.

“Thank you bro. Now. Upstairs, please.”

Slim nodded, gingerly standing from the chair before they both headed up the steps. Razz stood at the top, watching as Slim slowly, carefully settled into a chair at the kitchen table. Then, without much preamble, began preparing the one thing that had gotten them through these kinds of moments in their lives. Slim felt himself relax at the smells that soon filled the kitchen, watching his brother work on making the one thing that could make them both feel better. Normal.

A hearty soup.

Hard Times Bingo Prompt 1: Spicyhoney

it begins... i probably wont have any kind of schedule for these lol theyll either come hard and fast or there will be lulls (also im spinning a wheel to pick which ones i write next lol)

but they will all get written!!

Prompt 1: Spicyhoney (With Edge nervously asking Stretch out) ~550 words

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Fingers tapping against the table, Edge could not help the fluttering of his soul. It’d been nearly fifteen minutes since he’d arrived at Blue’s home, his host happily letting him inside and exclaiming, wink and all, “I’ll go wake up Paps!”

Edge had stood there for five of the minutes, unsure of what he should do in this situation. Underfell was not a great teacher in the terms of hospitality and culture. So he stood there, and after a long contemplation, sat on the very edge of the couch. It was a comfortable couch, he thought.

The next five minutes were spent watching the TV, which had been left on. Blue seemed to be into some… interesting horror. That was a lot of blood for one small person.

And the last five minutes were spent like he was now, staring at the hallway that led to the bedrooms, hands wrapped tightly around his humeri like he was trying to hold himself back from rushing in there to yell his intentions.

Or yell in general. How did it take this long to wake up??

Finally, though, finally Edge heard the creaks of the floor, Stretch coming out from the hallway and for a moment, Edge could not speak.

Stretch was without his signature hoodie, his bones sleek and on display even if he wore a tank top that had a large burger emblazoned on it. It looked like a very messy burger.

“Hey, eyes are up here bud.”

Edge’s eyelights tore off of the burger, meeting Stretch’s who was smirking.

“Ah. Yes, apologies.”

Stretch shrugged, though he looked a little uncomfortable. Maybe this was a bad idea…

“What did you need, edgelord?” Stretch asked, bringing him back out of his thoughts, and, just for that split moment, Edge found the courage to say

“I want to take you out!”

A pause. Then, “What, to dinner or with a sniper rifle?”

Edge gawked at Stretch, who was laughing with a bright light in his eyes that hadn’t been there before. It felt… good. Not embarrassing like it normally would have been. It felt good to make him laugh.

“Out to dinner. If it were with a sniper you would not get a warning before hand.”

Stretch snorted, coming over finally with a lazy grace to flop on the other end of the couch. “Yeah, I figured. What, you wanna… go out on a date?”

Edge felt his throat begin to close, the nervousness strong, but nodded once, resolute.

Stretch seemed to pause to think about it for a moment, before finally smiling.

It wasn’t his usual smile. It wasn’t lazy, wasn’t careless. Wasn’t like he knew the secrets to life and they weren’t particularly enjoyable or original.

It was a soft smile. A genuine smile. A smile Edge hoped he could see again.

“Well, I don’t see why not. Maybe you can take me out to the fancy schmancy seafood place you like so much, treat me right.”

Edge hmphed, crossing his arms. “Well of course I’ll treat you right! Your brother would have every right to kill me if I didn’t.”

Stretch laughed again, the sound so beautiful, and nodded. “That he would. When are we going?”

And Edge, who had already planned things out to a T no matter how this went, was more than happy to tell him.

[freshiegayboi]

Hard Times Bingo Prompt 2: Bad Sans Poly

next one! i said they might be kinda fast lol

Prompt 2: Bad Sans Poly (Game night) 675 words

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It wasn’t often that the castle was filled with anything more than misery. It had stood for centuries, dark against an endless night. There was little that could stop it from feeling oppressive, even gloomy.

But on nights like tonight, it was difficult to remember they were in the castle built from negativity at all.

“Read ‘em and weep!”

The exclamation was followed by several loud groans, the raucous noises of popcorn and various candies getting thrown and Killer laughing manically filling the room.

“You’re cheating. You gotta be.” Horror grumped, taking his time to pick a wayward piece of popcorn off his lap before popping it into his mouth.

Killer simply sat back in his chair, the smug aura he gave off strong and unwavering. “It’s not my fault you guys suck at Sorry.”

Another groan. They’d been playing various games, bored out of their minds and wanting to do something that (probably) wouldn’t end in maiming or dismemberment. It had been Dust’s idea to play board games, since they were “bored”, which got a few chuckles even as they tried to decide which ones to play.

It didn’t really help they had a limited selection, but they made do with what they found in the recesses of the castle.

(And if Nightmare had heard their plans and discreetly set a few stolen games around for them to find, that was his business.)

They started with Monopoly, but quickly realized it was a game that was not going to be over in a set amount of turns and moved on. Not worth the pain and agony of a bone through the socket whenever someone landed on a rent space and didn’t have enough money. Cross was a hell of a (crooked) business man, turned out.

Then they moved on to Risk, but again, their competitive natures came in a little too strong. Killer ruled his people with an iron fist, while Horror, Cross and Dust tried their best to plot against him.

Once that had been vetoed, they tried a couple card games, but quickly decided that without anything to bet, poker wasn’t as much fun.

Sure, they could bet fingers or something, but the Boss wasn’t a big fan of patching them up for stupid reasons.

So now they were on Sorry, a game that had caused many exclamations of “Hey what the fuck!” throughout the night. Killer was still sat back, almost all of his pieces in home, while everyone else still had at least two of their pieces at the beginning.

Nightmare could sense the unrest rising from his office, clear on the other side of the castle, and decided that it was time to intervene before he was in fact patching them up for stupid reasons. Gathering the supplies he’d gotten ready beforehand, he slipped through the shadows, appearing in the large room his subordinates had set up in.

Bean bag chairs, cans of soda, bags of chips and bowls of candy littered the area. He would make sure they knew this was to be cleaned up, but first…

“Boys.”

At an instant, they were all four standing and at attention, which was kind of the opposite of what he wanted.

“At ease. I’ve brought something I thought the four of you might appreciate. A break from Killer wiping the floor with the lot of you.” He said, deep voice deceptively uninterested.

There was a lot of squabbling over his statement as he walked to the nearby TV, setting things up until he was satisfied and turning around to toss Horror the remote.

“I thought you might like to watch some movies. Give the games a rest. Do not make me regret it.” He said simply, before dumping a few stacks of DVDs onto Cross, Dust and Killer. Then he slipped back through to his office, listening for the delighted yells he knew were coming from some of the choices.

He knew his men. They would be just fine, and who knew… maybe they’d actually get some sleep for once.

Hard Times Bingo Prompt 1: Spicyhoney

it begins... i probably wont have any kind of schedule for these lol theyll either come hard and fast or there will be lulls (also im spinning a wheel to pick which ones i write next lol)

but they will all get written!!

Prompt 1: Spicyhoney (With Edge nervously asking Stretch out) ~550 words

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Fingers tapping against the table, Edge could not help the fluttering of his soul. It’d been nearly fifteen minutes since he’d arrived at Blue’s home, his host happily letting him inside and exclaiming, wink and all, “I’ll go wake up Paps!”

Edge had stood there for five of the minutes, unsure of what he should do in this situation. Underfell was not a great teacher in the terms of hospitality and culture. So he stood there, and after a long contemplation, sat on the very edge of the couch. It was a comfortable couch, he thought.

The next five minutes were spent watching the TV, which had been left on. Blue seemed to be into some… interesting horror. That was a lot of blood for one small person.

And the last five minutes were spent like he was now, staring at the hallway that led to the bedrooms, hands wrapped tightly around his humeri like he was trying to hold himself back from rushing in there to yell his intentions.

Or yell in general. How did it take this long to wake up??

Finally, though, finally Edge heard the creaks of the floor, Stretch coming out from the hallway and for a moment, Edge could not speak.

Stretch was without his signature hoodie, his bones sleek and on display even if he wore a tank top that had a large burger emblazoned on it. It looked like a very messy burger.

“Hey, eyes are up here bud.”

Edge’s eyelights tore off of the burger, meeting Stretch’s who was smirking.

“Ah. Yes, apologies.”

Stretch shrugged, though he looked a little uncomfortable. Maybe this was a bad idea…

“What did you need, edgelord?” Stretch asked, bringing him back out of his thoughts, and, just for that split moment, Edge found the courage to say

“I want to take you out!”

A pause. Then, “What, to dinner or with a sniper rifle?”

Edge gawked at Stretch, who was laughing with a bright light in his eyes that hadn’t been there before. It felt… good. Not embarrassing like it normally would have been. It felt good to make him laugh.

“Out to dinner. If it were with a sniper you would not get a warning before hand.”

Stretch snorted, coming over finally with a lazy grace to flop on the other end of the couch. “Yeah, I figured. What, you wanna… go out on a date?”

Edge felt his throat begin to close, the nervousness strong, but nodded once, resolute.

Stretch seemed to pause to think about it for a moment, before finally smiling.

It wasn’t his usual smile. It wasn’t lazy, wasn’t careless. Wasn’t like he knew the secrets to life and they weren’t particularly enjoyable or original.

It was a soft smile. A genuine smile. A smile Edge hoped he could see again.

“Well, I don’t see why not. Maybe you can take me out to the fancy schmancy seafood place you like so much, treat me right.”

Edge hmphed, crossing his arms. “Well of course I’ll treat you right! Your brother would have every right to kill me if I didn’t.”

Stretch laughed again, the sound so beautiful, and nodded. “That he would. When are we going?”

And Edge, who had already planned things out to a T no matter how this went, was more than happy to tell him.

[freshiegayboi]

Hard Times Bingo Prompt 1: Spicyhoney

it begins... i probably wont have any kind of schedule for these lol theyll either come hard and fast or there will be lulls (also im spinning a wheel to pick which ones i write next lol)

but they will all get written!!

Prompt 1: Spicyhoney (With Edge nervously asking Stretch out) ~550 words

read it on ao3

or read it below!

Fingers tapping against the table, Edge could not help the fluttering of his soul. It’d been nearly fifteen minutes since he’d arrived at Blue’s home, his host happily letting him inside and exclaiming, wink and all, “I’ll go wake up Paps!”

Edge had stood there for five of the minutes, unsure of what he should do in this situation. Underfell was not a great teacher in the terms of hospitality and culture. So he stood there, and after a long contemplation, sat on the very edge of the couch. It was a comfortable couch, he thought.

The next five minutes were spent watching the TV, which had been left on. Blue seemed to be into some… interesting horror. That was a lot of blood for one small person.

And the last five minutes were spent like he was now, staring at the hallway that led to the bedrooms, hands wrapped tightly around his humeri like he was trying to hold himself back from rushing in there to yell his intentions.

Or yell in general. How did it take this long to wake up??

Finally, though, finally Edge heard the creaks of the floor, Stretch coming out from the hallway and for a moment, Edge could not speak.

Stretch was without his signature hoodie, his bones sleek and on display even if he wore a tank top that had a large burger emblazoned on it. It looked like a very messy burger.

“Hey, eyes are up here bud.”

Edge’s eyelights tore off of the burger, meeting Stretch’s who was smirking.

“Ah. Yes, apologies.”

Stretch shrugged, though he looked a little uncomfortable. Maybe this was a bad idea…

“What did you need, edgelord?” Stretch asked, bringing him back out of his thoughts, and, just for that split moment, Edge found the courage to say

“I want to take you out!”

A pause. Then, “What, to dinner or with a sniper rifle?”

Edge gawked at Stretch, who was laughing with a bright light in his eyes that hadn’t been there before. It felt… good. Not embarrassing like it normally would have been. It felt good to make him laugh.

“Out to dinner. If it were with a sniper you would not get a warning before hand.”

Stretch snorted, coming over finally with a lazy grace to flop on the other end of the couch. “Yeah, I figured. What, you wanna… go out on a date?”

Edge felt his throat begin to close, the nervousness strong, but nodded once, resolute.

Stretch seemed to pause to think about it for a moment, before finally smiling.

It wasn’t his usual smile. It wasn’t lazy, wasn’t careless. Wasn’t like he knew the secrets to life and they weren’t particularly enjoyable or original.

It was a soft smile. A genuine smile. A smile Edge hoped he could see again.

“Well, I don’t see why not. Maybe you can take me out to the fancy schmancy seafood place you like so much, treat me right.”

Edge hmphed, crossing his arms. “Well of course I’ll treat you right! Your brother would have every right to kill me if I didn’t.”

Stretch laughed again, the sound so beautiful, and nodded. “That he would. When are we going?”

And Edge, who had already planned things out to a T no matter how this went, was more than happy to tell him.