#bbqhoney

[soratayuya]

It’s not everyday you are struck by the keen desire to read about dragons having sex with skeletons.

Today must be special. Neat

[redtomatofan]

An idea! These three idjits... in a relationship!

Two goofball gremlins and one shy danger boi. A match made in Heaven ✨

They also love wearing his oversized sweaters 👌

[lio-the-loaf]

[tally-kiza]

HoneyBBQ Headcanons

- Any and all attempts at flirting by either of them always ends in giant blushes on both their faces. Honey and Rus are both so easily flustered.

- Honey frequently writes short stories and poems for Rus, but never shows them to him. It isn’t until his notebook falls open one day that Rus sees the extent of Honey’s feelings. Five minutes of frozen- and in-love-Rus noises later, the softer skeleton gets smothered in cuddles and affection, but could never figure out why.

- Neither of them can cook. At all. After weeks of take out for every meal, their brothers take matters into their own hands. A month of cooking lessons later, Rus and Honey can manage to make pasta without setting the oven on fire! Blue and Black were very proud.

- It isn’t uncommon to find Honey cuddling in Rus’s jacket,,, while Rus is still wearing it.

- N A P S

- Naps on top of each other!!

- Between Rus’s two turtles and Honey’s rats, they low-key have animal play dates while the skellies have a regular date. (Black supervises the playdates to ‘prevent any casualties’, but everyone knows he just really likes cute animals.)

- Rus and Honeys combined meme-y chaos is a force to reckoned with. No one shall be spared of rickrolls; spontaneous dabbing will rein supreme; and ironically cringy tiktoks will pervade everyones messages.

- Cuddling under a warm blanket on a rainy day, perfectly content, while Sweet Bro and Hella Jeff: The Movie plays softly in the background.

- Honey sang a song on his ukulele to Rus on their first anniversary. The latter outright sobbed, it was so sweet.

- Rus was very aloof and distant when they first met, but it wasn’t long before the false exterior melted from Honey’s soft charm. In no time, the two nerds were mutually pining for each other. After months of y e a r n i n g, they finally confessed to each other abruptly when there was only one bed. Then the lovestruck skellies cuddled in that bed until sunrise.

- And they were roommates.

[sansy-fresh]

A Chocolate Cake chap. 1

a 10k fic funded by an anon!! i hope you all enjoy ;)

Tags: Angst, LV Issues, Hurt/Comfort, Mild Fluff, Queerplatonic relationship,  QP Edgepuff, BBQHoney, Broken Bones, broken trust, Eventual Happy Ending

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Papyrus had just set out the tray of chips and dip, Edge seated on the couch looking through Netflix to find their show for the night, when the slightly staggered banging came on the door. Papyrus glanced up, sockets wide as he listened for it to come again, Edge hurrying off the couch when it did. The locks were undone with a vehemence, the ragged breathing on the other side of the heavy wooden door coming through all the more clear when it opened, revealing a sobbing Stretch.

Papyrus whimpered, gathering the weeping skeleton into his arms and leading him inside as Edge checked outside, just to make sure no one had followed him there.

“Stretch, darling, what happened? Who hurt you?”

Edge turned sharply at the words, finding Papyrus gingerly peeling Stretch out of a rain soaked hoody, though that wasn’t the only liquid seeping into the fabric. The deep red marrow was shocking against the garish orange, the injury becoming clear as Stretch winced when the right arm was jostled as it came out of the sleeve.

There was no answer from Stretch, his voice broken as he near wailed into Papyrus’ chest. Whatever had happened had broken more than his arm.

Papyrus was gentle as he soothed Stretch, taking his broken, near shattered humerus and healing it enough that it wouldn’t hurt him much, anymore. Edge watched, standing just at the side of the couch. Stretch was curled in Papyrus’ arms, still near inconsolable.

It took nearly an hour to calm him down enough to get a cup of water in him, Stretch accepting a napkin to wipe his face with.

“Thanks…” he mumbled, eyelights locked on the floor in clear embarrassment that he’d broken down in front of them. They gave each other a look, trying not to roll their eyes.

“You’re very welcome, Stretch. Now, please-”

“Who hurt you?” Edge cut in, done waiting around when whoever hurt Stretch could be hanging around, waiting for him to leave, or worse, for them to fall asleep. No, he needed to know who it was, so he could take care of it quickly and efficiently.

Papyrus gave him a look, one that he clearly did not deserve, but Stretch just curled into himself further.

“If I tell you… will you promise not to kill them?” The quiet request came, Edge and Papyrus again sharing a look before Edge nodded.

“We will not do anything you don’t want us to do.” Papyrus said firmly, gathering Stretch close to his chest and letting an intent of safety flow through the room. Stretch relaxed into it, sockets fluttering shut as he finally answered.

“Slim... He’s… he was almost feral, I don’t…” The tears were returning, likely from remembering whatever had been wrong with Slim. If either of them had to guess, it was that Slim’s slightly too high LV had been set off by something, possibly something small, since Stretch was not maimed or worse.

Edge stepped over to the door, slinging his jacket on and slipping into his boots before returning to the couch and leaving a small peck on the top of Stretch’s skull, Stretch looking up at him plaintively.

“I will take care of him. I’ll bring him back to you.” Edge promised, and even if his promises didn’t hold the weight of a Sans’, he would keep this one. With a swift set of steps he was out the door and gone, Papyrus sighing as he relocked the door with magic. Edge would ask later if he had, and honestly he didn’t want the headache of the fit Edge would throw if he hadn’t.

“Alright, come on dear, it’s time to eat something.” Papyrus said, scooping Stretch up and placing him upright on the couch. “I’m going to go make some sandwiches, but please use the snacks while you wait, alright?” And with that he’d sped into the kitchen, Stretch watching him go with wide sockets.

Papyrus rifled through the fridge for premium sandwich toppings as he considered just what kind of trouble Stretch had gotten himself into. Stretch was… softer than he liked to admit, and Slim was from the roughest of their worlds. Edge had warned Papyrus before even attempting to move in that his LV was high, high enough that if something set it off, he’d likely hurt him.

Papyrus had returned the sentiment with facts, that not only did he know how to take care of himself, he also had training regarding what to do if a monster went wild with LV lust. Edge had agreed, and they’d been living together ever since.

He had… not an idea as to what kind of conversation Stretch and Slim had had about this kind of situation, but Papyrus hoped it had been a lengthy one.

Carrying the sandwiches back out to the living room, Papyrus made Stretch eat two of them, the third being nibbled on as they turned the tv to the playstation, Stretch picking a game to play while Papyrus gave advice in the background. Papyrus diligently checked his phone every 15 minutes, Stretch giving him a side glance filled with hope every time he did it.

Soon enough it was long past time for bed, Papyrus insisting Stretch take his bed for the few hours he’d be able to sleep, Stretch putting up only a token fight before he finally trudged off to take a shower, Papyrus laying him out a pair of clothing to sleep in.

As Papyrus shut the door to the bedroom, Stretch safely in bed, nearly already asleep, he didn’t react as his phone buzzed in its pocket. Walking gently back downstairs, he didn’t check it until he was seated on the couch, fingers shaking lightly as he clicked open the messages.

Edgy Man: I’ve got him. He’s safe, don’t let Stretch come home.

Papyrus let a huff of air out through his teeth. Well. At least they were safe.

[ollie-oxen-free]

suuuppp ollie pollie, glad to have u back u fuck UwU ❤ for them prompts, how about some HoneyBBQ with Slim been his usual dumb self, maybe accidentally breaking a store window late at night forcing the two of them to rush off as the alarm gets set off and then ends with some adrenaline-fueled kisses with Stretch telling Slim he is a dumb fuck?

mmm not bad but im thinking more high stakes. how about a cop car window instead? workers of the world unite.

Maybe his brother was right when he told him that he was likely to get into trouble on this ‘outing’. The way things were looking right now it seems like an almost certainty, running a few feet behind Slim and trying desperately to keep up. For someone who’s as unhealthy as Slim, he can certainly run like hell.

They turn a corner, Slim pulls him over a fence, and then they stop running. Slim looks around the area before turning to him with a stupid grin. “I think we’re good.”

Stretch wants to punch him in his dumbass fucking face. As it is, the adrenaline that had been the main factor of his movement is gone and his legs feel like moldbyggs. He leans against a nearby wall, sliding onto the ground and- shit. Right onto something wet. Fantastic. He’s too miserable to move right now so he just gives a tired swipe at the other’s shins. His backhand does little actual damage, just hitting before flopping back onto the ground. 

Slim still grins and squats near him, smartly choosing not to sit down in a dirty alley. Asshole.

“You’re a dumbass,” he mutters now that he has time to think.

Slim preens at the insult. “Yep.”

“What kind of fucking idiot throws a rock at a cop car?!”

“Fuck the police,” Slim says instead of giving an actual answer. “All cops are bastards.”

And he can’t really argue with that. He sighs and glances over to the alley entrance. Doesn’t look like anyone is after them. “Gotta say, though. That was pretty hot.”

That gets Slim’s attention, though. Surprise, surprise.

Slim leans closer. Stretch can feel his breath on his face, and in the chill of the night it’s welcoming. “Oh yeah?”

He reaches up and shoves him, Slim falling down into the same puddle that he was cursed by, the other bolting up and cursing at the sudden cold seeping into his bones. “Yep,” he responds.

Got ‘em.

[blesby]

its 1 am and i feel like drawing something fluffy

[dreemurr-skelememer]

hi yes hello this is my puppy

he likes making stuffed toys for kids or at least for chara

he also has a crush on honey but he gets sad bc he knows it wont happen