#SpicyMaple

[freshiegayboi]

Slim is finally honest with Edge.

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[msmkcreates]

The Haunting of Elwood House Ch. 8: Old School

Edge pays a visit to the high school looking for yearbooks, and any leads on the mystery boy in the picture.

Notes:

Hey all, been a minute! This took a while but I'm happy it's finished. The case is moving along!

Word Count: 1732

Warnings: talk of segregation

[thelibrarbian]

Second day of @skelemonth !

Prompt 2: Lazy Day (SpicyBBQ)

[achirding]

Another ‘Go for it, Nakamura!’ cover parody, this time with the best boy, Slim!

 With three different flavors of crushes: HoneyMaple, MapleBlossom, and SpicyMaple! 

[silverdragon-imagines-blog]

A Quiet “I Love You”

[This was a commission for @blue-means-stop, who wanted a sick fic with Underfell Papyrus and Swapfell Papyrus in a relationship. It’s been almost half a year since I’ve written these guys, so I’m a bit rusty. I hope you all enjoy this fluffy fic ^u^]

[Under a read more for those who don’t like the ship. Here’s my commission page for those interested. ]

“Honestly, you need to learn to take better care of yourself.”

“Look, if it was that easy, then you wouldn’t be here takin’ care of me,” Rus rasped, falling into a violent coughing fit soon after.

Black shook his head, rolling his eyelights as he placed the glass of water on the bedside table. He watched as Rus shakily grabbed the glass, noting that the other skeleton at least looked a little better, even if that wasn’t saying very much.

“You only have one HP, dumbass.”

“Your point?” Rus pointedly kept his eyelights fixed on him as he drank, and Black found that it took a tremendous amount of self-control not to upend the glass onto him.

It had barely been a day since Rus had stumbled in, cheekbones flushed with fevered magic, eyelights hazy and unfocused, looking for him. Black had been at his side in an instant, having been doing paperwork on the couch near the front door, cursing under his breath as he lugged the lanky skeleton up the stairs and into his room. Why he hadn’t stumbled back into his own home was a mystery, but Black had a feeling it had to do with Razz. The smaller skeleton had always been rather protective of his brother, similar to how Black was protective of Crim. He was startled out of his thoughts by Rus coughing rather loudly, shakily yet carefully setting the glass back down.

“Please keep your nasty germs to yourself,” he sighed, waiting for the coughing fit to pass, “Is there anything else you need or can I get back to work?”

“I’d say get in here so I could cuddle with you,” Rus fidgeted with the blanket, looking up forlornly, “but since you’re so worried about stupid paperwork...”

“You know as well as I do that it’s important,” Black spoke, ignoring the attempt at puppy-dog eyes the other was giving him and began to head towards the door, “If that’s all, I’ll be downstairs. Call me if you need anything.”

In a matter of minutes, he was back on the couch, work laptop open and waiting for him to pick up from where he left off. As he looked over the documents, not even really reading them, his mind kept wandering back to his sick boyfriend resting up in his room. It was getting rather ridiculous, becoming harder and harder for him to stay focused on the very important Fell-Tale-verse Land Ownership Agreement that he should be reading over and editing, not just skimming. His gaze kept drifting to his door at the top of the stairs where he knew Rus was, and each time he would have to wrench his eyelights away and try to get some work done. It was becoming a cycle… and he just reread the same sentence for the fifth time.

He closed the laptop a bit more forcefully than he should have, hoping that he didn’t accidentally shatter the screen. Again. He stood up from the couch, stretching and popping a few joints in the process. Abandoning his work-- it would be fine, the final edits wouldn’t be needed for a few weeks anyway-- and making his way up the stairs. Reaching for the doorknob, he hesitated. He pressed his skull to the wooden door, listening closely to hear if Rus had fallen asleep or not. A minute passed, then two, and he heard nothing that would answer his question. Leaning into the door, being careful to add his weight just so to avoid causing the hinges to squeak, he entered the room. 

There didn’t seem to be a need to be quiet; almost as soon as he had stepped through the door, bleary eyelights shone from under a pile of blankets. Black took in the rather pitiful sight of his sick boyfriend and walked over. Carefully, he moved the ill skeleton to the side, closer to the wall, and got under the covers with him. Rus only hesitated a second, blinking as though he couldn’t believe what he was seeing, then wrapped his arms around the other, a smug smile making its way onto his face.

“I knew you’d cave eventually,” Rus mumbled, burying his face into Black’s shoulder.

“Oh shut up, go back to sleep you lazybones,” he replied, a fond smile growing as the sleepy skeleton’s breathing evened out and he found himself stroking the other’s back. 

It was nearly silent in the house, no noise other than the quiet breaths of the body nestled into his side. Crim wouldn’t be home for a while if he returned at all tonight. Black could barely remember the number of times his brother had passed out at Grillby’s and not come home. He thanked the angel that the fiery bartender was one of the few people he could trust that wouldn’t Dust his brother while he was vulnerable. And he figured the same protection would extend to his date-mate. Rus wasn’t weak by any stretch of the word, but he would admit, during the nights he couldn’t sleep when his thoughts were loud in his skull, he would find himself worried over his partner’s safety

How funny that he would be thinking of the other’s wellbeing now of all times when he was sick and nestled in his arms. He wondered if he should text Razz about his brother’s whereabouts, at least to let his fellow guard know that his sibling was safe and with him. He would do that, just, not right now. Now all he wanted to do was lay here and be with Rus.

He placed a gentle kiss on Rus’ head, smiling when he unconsciously moved closer, holding him tighter as though afraid he would disappear from under him. And then, a whisper, a barely audible mumble that he almost didn’t hear.

“Love you.”

He could feel his nonexistent heart soar, putting his mind at ease, his worries were forgotten for a time. Black smiled, wide and genuine, as he turned onto his side to curl around Rus protectively. And in the quiet room with no one to see his vulnerability, he leaned in close, mouth hovering over the crown of Rus’ head, and responded.

“And I love you, my dearest companion.”

[constantly-tired-reader]

Slim, upon wandering to one of his favourite places in the castle, encounters a special prisoner, much to his surprise.

[messedupessy]

wanted to send in one of these and almost forgot BUT for the ship rating thing how about spicymaple (uf pap/sf pap) or kedgeup (uf pap/sans)? answer me now, before i strike you down

Heya ollie pollie, alas seems like you have to strike me down since you sent this in 10 days ago, but oh well it’s a sacrifice I am willing to make UwU ❤ here goes!

Spicymaple/spicybbq

ship: ew / nonono / maybe / ship it / aww / otp / MY HEART

Heck yeh I ship it this some good sheit! 

Like this some srsly good sheit, which can be done in so many really good ways that I have seen that makes me happy af, tho the content of it is still like kinda lacking tho, haven’t seen as much of it as I would like when it’s just them xD

And there is so many good variations of them too that I have seen, like have Edge been the more sensible one and Rus as a literal disaster and such a mess, with Edge appearing like helping Rus etc out is a bit of a chore but truly care which Rus knows even tho he is a piece of shit. Or have it be like more softer with a Rus who is not a piece of shit but still a mess and have them get close and all soft.

Or my own personal take, with my own take on the boys, have them be a total enemies to lovers af where at least Edge just can barely stand Rus as Rus just by existing pisses him the fuck off xD where a 3rd party is prolly needed to make things like more nice, but still!

I ship it af, have yet to see a take with them that I don’t like!

Kedgeup

ship: ew / nonono / maybe / ship it / aww / otp / MY HEART

Yeah it’s good, I ship it, it’s not a ship I am like super duper interested in, but it’s good xD

I’m not fully sure why I am not vibing like allot with this ship, like it’s good, can be really interesting when done well. But I guess one of the reasons is that way too often, at least in the past, so is Edge always a massive asshole with consent issues, and while I do like some rly dark shit time to time, when it comes from Edge it’s just such a no for me xD prolly because it’s been done so much and it just does not feel right to me at all, like make fell snas, SF pap or heck even sf snas be like that and i am pretty damn down, but with Edge its a nah

Anyway, with these two i do like it when it’s like them not fully understanding each other at first, but also like seeing their own brother a bit in one another like Sans is how Red could had been more like if UF wasn’t messed up or for Sans sees what his bro could be if their world was messed up, which makes shit a bit weird and strange for them both. Then have them just hang out more and grow closer and be a bit confused about sudden attraction and so on, but figuring it out. 

Like don’t have Edge be an abusive asshole who got no clue what consent is while also not having Sans be a weak af whimpering and crying little bitch, so am I all good xD Like have Edge be a overworked boi with Sans who pulls pranks on him but like nothing bad that pisses Edge off, like I want them soft or something pft

But yeah, I ship it yes! 

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[me-and-my-gaster]

Slow Dance - Raffle Doodle

First reward doodle went tor @messedupessy and she wanted my tall disaster Diz and her poor Ambassador Edge to slow dance like the lovey-dovey dorks they are.

Somehow I managed to catch Edge’s ‘prettier’ side. The other one is riddled with cracks. I do love his beauty mark though.

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[freshiegayboi]

HERES THE DEAL

if you go to this post here it will explain things: https://www.tumblr.com/absurdmageart/734536181612724224/my-kofi-link-httpsko-ficomabsurdmageart?source=share

here's my contribution

for every ten dollars donated to @absurdmageart (and i WILL be keeping track!) one of these fics will be updated! it may take a little bit, but ALL of them will be updated as they are funded, people who donate 10 dollars or more feel free to mention which fic youd like updated, or send me a message saying which, if any! if not it'll just be in order. that's on top of the art you'd be getting from Mage!

this is NOT for me

this is for Mage, who hasnt deserved the shit they've dealt with this year

lets help them out!

under the cut is a synopsis and link to all the fics on the bingo, have fun! (also i will be doubling up on fics, no worries lol)

hearing the mission bell - Mutt/Reader fic where Mutt has a daughter who is kidnapped

so many snacks, so little time - Gaster is a Symbiote fic, also Gaster/Reader

A Golden Sword - Medieval Bad Sans Poly fic, Cross centric

Bits and Pieces - Serial killer/Crime novelist Kedgeup fic

If I had You - Ghost!Reader/Underfell Bros fic

Safe House - Red is rescued from a forced prostitution ring

Giving Your Cards Away - Little!Slim with Caregiver!Edge and Spicymaple

The Reset Fallacy - Undertale bros become Underfell bros the fic

Downplaying Fear - Gaster harem/Reader

Turning Out - Spicyhoney Pokemon crossover

Blank Shot - Spicykustard+Mapleketchup philanthropist/hitman AU

Subjugation - Edge/Reader fluff fic

Imperial - Cherryblossom medieval fic

Sloppy Seconds - Angsty Spicyhoney fic

Carry Me - Horrorfell bros/Reader fic

Harried and Torn - Spicykustardpuff the fic

Garish - Swapfell bros/Reader hurt/comfort

Disconcerted - Kedgeup teacher AU

Fish in the Sea - Purple Swapfell Bros/Reader the fic

Sparks and Wires - Spicyhoney Android!Honey AU

[msmkcreates]

Between the Two of Us Ch. 10: My Love

Little confessions on the way to a sour interaction. Slim sees a different side of Edge.

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Word Count: 2582

I love these boys

Warnings/Tags: minor violence, racism/insensitive asshole character

[paintys-actual-art]

is it okay if i asked for a spicybbq?

yes! more than okay! :D

[achirding]

Writer’s Appreciation Month 2020 (#artistswam2020) is a super cute event being hosted on twitter, so I wanted to get in on it and celebrate some of my favorite fics with some well-deserved fanart!

Second is Gastro by the very talented kassywritescrap (freshiewrites)!

A wonderful Spicymaple fic featuring the best things: insecure Slim, molecular gastronomy, and a confused (and grumpy!) Edge. 

[deckof-dragons]

Christmas on the Surface

“So this whole Christmas thing is a thing,” Undyne said as she settled down in the break room at the table across from Edge.

“Yep, it uh… sure is,” Edge replied. He’d been surprised by it when he’d first heard about it too, a few years ago now. This would also be his first on the Surface though. Unsurprisingly because it was a holiday originated by humans it was an even bigger deal down here than it had been in the friendly universes’ Undergrounds.

Undyne fidgeted nervously, her eye quickly darting left to right to make sure they were alone before coming back to rest on Edge. “You going to celebrate it?”

“Of course.” On top of the fact that he’d been dragged into celebrating it by the friendlier universes the past couple years he also liked the holiday. The whole spending time with one’s loved one and exchanging gifts was a pleasant idea. He’d never admit it out loud though.

“Great! Awesome! What are you going to get for Slim?”

Edge opened his mouth to respond but nothing came out; he didn’t know what he was going to get for Slim. He’d been busy and hadn’t thought about it. It was important, this would be their first Christmas as a couple and it also being their first Christmas on the Surface meant it had to be special, right? But what? … “Why are you asking?”

“Well uh… you know.” Undyne shrugged, her grin obviously forced. “Just curious.”

Edge raised an ‘eyebrow’. “You’re asking because you don’t know what to get for Alphys and you’re hoping you’ll be able to take inspiration from me, right?”

Undyne frowned at him. “Fine, you got me. I don’t know what to get her. So… what you getting Slim? Al and him hang out with his Undyne sometimes so whatever you’re getting him might help me think of something good to get for Al.”

“That’s very sound logic but… I have absolutely no idea what I’m going to get for Slim.”

“Ah, bummer.” Undyne sighed, deflating a little as she rested her chin in her hand. “Looks like we’re in the same boat though, I guess.”

“Yep.” And Christmas was two weeks away, fast approaching. They needed to figure something out soon.

There was a long stretch of silence before Undyne broke it by slamming her fist determinedly down on the table, making it shake and rattle. “We’re going to the mall after we’re done working.” No invite or suggestion, she just assumed compliance from him. “We should be able to find something for our lovers there.” Hopefully anyway.

 -

The mall was bustling with other people like them: people who’d waited until now to start their Christmas shopping. But it was only bound to get worse the closer Christmas came so best to do this now.

Finding something for Red was easy; he liked his magic tricks so something fancy from the magic store would be perfect. Edge got small little trinkets and baubles for all his friends as well based off their interests, nothing fancy or special though. He even spotted the perfect gift for Undyne that he’d have to come back for when she wasn’t accompanying him. But finding something for Slim was difficult, he was certainly into a lot of things but didn’t seem to be super passionate about any one thing over another most of the time.

“What about anime or manga?” he suggested to Undyne as they came upon an anime store. “Alphys likes that stuff.”

“Yes but whenever a new anime or manga comes out that looks interesting she buys it or I do, either way we got it. And nothing new has come out recently that looks good. What about for Slim though? I know he watches anime and sometimes reads manga.”

“Hmm, yes but… only sometimes and I wouldn’t know which he’s already seen or read or which ones he’d even like.”

So, they moved on with a sigh.

There were a ton of stores selling all kinds of different things. The number of options only made it harder to choose. But they did eventually find themselves in a small out of the way store that sold dragon figurines.

“Looks at this one,” Undyne said, pointing a large one that held a sword. “It’s badass!”

Scratch his other gift idea for Undyne, Edge would have to come back here later to get her a dragon. “You think Alphys would like it?” He certainly thought so, both of them were into dragons.

Undyne gasped. “Maybe! Probably! I didn’t even know they sold these. I’m totally getting her one. Which one do you think she’d like best?”

Edge turned to study them. Clearly Undyne liked the one with the sword best so that’d be the one he’d get her so… “That one?” he said, pointing to another one of the large figurines; a dragon climbing a medieval castle. “Or maybe you could get her a couple of those?” He pointed to a series of smaller figurines depicting baby dragons hatching. “You know her best though.”

Undyne stared the self for almost a whole minute before bursting into action. “The castle,” she said as she carefully pulled if from the shelf so she could take it to the register.

While she paid, Edge looked at the dragons again. Maybe Slim would like one? Or perhaps one of the fairy figurines? He liked that kind of stuff but… it wasn’t a huge passion of his. So, if Edge couldn’t find something better, he’d settle for one of these.

 -

An hour later though and he knew he wouldn’t have to settle because he’d found something better. The perfect gift… maybe. Slim would at least like it even if he didn’t love it as much as Edge hoped he would so there was almost a guarantee that it wouldn’t be a complete failure of a gift.

“Woohoo!” Undyne said, giving Edge a high-five after they finished securing their gifts in the car. “Mission accomplished! Halle-fucking-luiah!”

“Yes,” Edge said with a sigh of relief. The majority of his shopping was done, next year he’d make sure to have it done sooner and thus not have to deal with the crowds.

 -

On Christmas, it was decided that the first part of the day would be devoted to their significant others, the second to their family, and for supper, all the Sans’ and Paps’ would get together for it. Which meant, that morning, it was just Edge and Slim, Red and Razz had left to be with their partners.

Despite the time of day and not having had coffee yet, Slim looked almost awake as they settled down at the kitchen table for a quick breakfast. He even managed a “Merry Christmas,” with a smile.

“Merry Christmas to you too,” Edge replied.

They exchanged a bit of small talk as they ate, especially as the coffee brought even more life to Slim. But it wasn’t much, neither of them were the chattiest people and thus tended to enjoy silence together every once in a while.

“Anyway uh… my gift is in the garage,” Slim said after they’d put the dishes in the sink. “So uh… we might want to do that first because it’s cold out there.”

“I’m all right with that.” Edge was a bit nervous anyway. And the curiosity about what Slim could’ve possibly gotten him that was big enough to warrant being in the garage was too much to resist.

Slim led the way to the door connecting to the garage. He opened it and stepped in. “Ta-da,” he said, turning on the light with one hand, flourishing Edge in with the other.

Next to the beat up car Slim had repaired with the help of a couple of the others, was a motorcycle. Shiny and new with a sleek black trim, it was gorgeous.

Edge was speechless as he approached to get a closer look at it. It was… a nice motorcycle, big, strong, and expensive. “It’s… amazing,” he finally said as he looked back up at Slim still standing in the doorway. Edge hadn’t been expecting this, despite wanting a new motorcycle for a while now. “Thank you, I appreciate it greatly.”

“You’re very welcome,” Slim said, smiling smugly as he leaned back against the wall. “After your other one got all dented and scrapped up by that asshat a few months ago, I knew I had to get you a new one. Razz helped me hide it by keeping it at his workplace until last night.”

Edge almost couldn’t wait to take it out for a spin but first… He walked over to Slim and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. “Now you’re turn.” Hopefully his gift would be good enough to stand up to a new motorcycle.

Once back inside, they split up, Slim to the living room and Edge to their room to retrieve his gift from the closet. “Merry Christmas,” he said again as he rejoined Slim.

Slim eagerly accepted the large giftwrapped box as they settled down on the couch. He wasted no time tearing the bow and paper off, not bothering to be neat about it either – not that Edge could truly be annoyed by that right now. He gasped once enough of the paper was gone to reveal what was written on the box. “Is this for real?” he asked, looking up at Edge.

“Yep,” Edge replied, please with the smile on Slim’s face. “You’ve mentioned multiple times that you want a VR headset so I got one. It was the last one they had too.” Come to think of it, the reason Slim didn’t buy one for himself was probably because he’d gotten Edge the motorcycle and thus couldn’t afford it.

“Sweet! I love you.”

“I love you too.” Mission success, both gifts were good. “Now which of us is going to get play with their gift first?”

[itsladykit]

I saw that you're struggling with Spicyhoney so only if you want to try to push yourself but the word is Chicken.

I’m sure some chicken cuteness was expected here, but I’m afraid I can’t deliver. Take this instead—

(Excuse the bonus SpicyMaple, and for the sake of my own sanity, please assume this is all in good fun.)

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Edge tried to ignore the two idiots behind him, but their whispering was incredibly distracting. He shook it off and returned his attention to the mirror glaze for the cake he was baking. It was a very time-sensitive portion of the process, and the temperature needed to be precise. His gaze was fixed on the thermometer, watching the numbers rise.

Two hands simultaneously touched his shoulders. He tensed, but didn’t move. He kept his sockets on the thermometer and growled, “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

“nothing,” Rus said to his right, his hand inching toward down his ribs.

Slim, on his left, just shrugged.

Edge growled, watching the numbers on the thermometer climb slowly. “I want no part of your nonsense—hands. off.”

“aw, c’mon, edgelord. you look a little tense. let us help you relax....” Rus purred against his acoustic meatus. Edge jolted, fumbling the spoon he was using to stir.

“Rus—“

But now Slim was practically pressed against him too, breath ghosting over his cervical vertebrae. Their hands continued to inch toward his waist, and it took everything he had to keep his attention on the glaze. “I swear if either of you cause me to fuck up this—“

His soul stuttered. The thermometer read 90 degrees. “MOVE!”

Slim immediately jerked away, and Rus crowed in victory. “ha! i win edgelord chicken!”

Edge froze, staring as Rus started dancing in place. Slim, on the other hand, was slowly leaving the room, as if he’d escape notice as long as he didn’t make any sudden moves. His time would come, but for now, Edge was focused on Rus.

“Edgelord. Chicken. You thought it would be fun to play edgelord chicken?!”

Rus froze, realizing he’d made a mistake. “um...no?”

Edge exhaled slowly. “Be grateful I’m otherwise occupied right—“

96 degrees. Edge couldn’t repress a growl. His glaze was ruined. Before Rus could run off, Edge caught him by the back of his hoodie. He shrank away as Edge glared down at him. “um...sorry?”

“Not yet, you’re not.”

-

(A/N: In America, “chicken” is usually played by two people simultaneously doing something incredibly dangerous. Whoever stops first, loses. The classic case is car chicken—two people drive full-speed at a barrier or on-coming vehicle. Whoever swerves away first ‘loses’. Sometimes the ‘winner’ loses everything but the competition. Please don’t play chicken.)

[ollie-oxen-free]

how about some.....fuckin.........spicymaple, btchi???????? with uh "I didn't touch the sword, I swear."

i hear “sword” and i go “high medieval fantasy AU”

When Fell walks into the training room, he immediately knows something is off. Everything was in place, neatly sorted and stacked. That was the first sign. The second was Slim, actually on time for training and standing at attention to the side of the room. 

“What did you do.”

Slim, to his credit, manages to look surprised, though Fell has long since stopped trusting in the other’s appearance. He was a good actor but a shit liar. “What are you talking about, my knight?”

Fell glares at him, then moves his gaze around the room. Hanging on the right wall was an assortment of weapons, wooden swords for training and real ones for… He frowns and walks closer, peering at one of the weapons. 

Behind him, Slim coughs. “I didn’t touch the sword. I swear.”

“Really? Then why is the hilt on this cracked?”

A pause. “I have no idea how that happened.”

Fell fights back a growl and turns around, pinning the other to the wall with his glare. Slim looks remorseful, but he’s aware that it’s not genuine. He knows that this, along with other past incidents- for one, purposefully leaving the saddle on his commander’s horse loose so she went flying (and hadn’t that taken a large chunk of time to convince her to refrain from any violence)- mean he could easily remove his title as a page, could send him packing as a disgrace to his family. Yet he doesn’t.

Instead he straightens the sword on the rack and turns around to look him in the eye. “Grab a training sword.”

There’s a flash of irritation, there and then gone, in his sockets before he moves to do as asked. A family legacy weighed heavy on Slim’s shoulders, a brother as a commander of the King’s military, a father a war hero. Yet he wanted nothing to do with it.

Fell picks up one of the wooden swords and swings it, testing the weight. Across the room Slim huffs, walking over and snatching one of his own. The other has strength and agility. If he would bother to apply himself there was no doubt in Fell’s mind he would become a knight in no time. Slim was stubborn, though, frustratingly so. 

He drops into a ready stance, watching as the other did the same. Slim was stubborn but, unfortunately for him, Fell was even more so.

[constantly-tired-reader]

Slim decides to go and explore the palace.