#kickin chicken x reader

[donutz]

Yandere Smiling Critters x male child reader[pt. 2]

Requests from Tumblr and Wattpad—!, but not really

(Minus the fact I didn't include you being turned)

—☆You are a human in this

Sadly, you couldn’t stay here forever.

You are home now. Adopted. You did spend your time at Playcare for a couple of years though, everybody knew you, everybody in Playcare that is. The critters and kids knew you, the staff knew you, Miss Delight knew you.

So you had a mark on the place when it was time for you to leave. To get your own house. You were happy to get a home, but sad you had to leave your friends behind.

Maybe you could revisit this place again. Come back. But you couldn’t.

Something happened.

8/8/1995

You don’t know what happened that day, but you guess it was something pretty bad. It caused the whole company to shut down. You no longer saw any commercials of the toys.

Rumors were spread around, maybe somebody died, maybe a toy hurt somebody, maybe.. Maybe an experiment happened.

Anyways. There was a letter. A letter in the mail, something that related to your old home. Find the flower?

.

.

.

Sure. Why not, you were seventeen, you can handle yourself.

Which is something you shouldn’t have ever thought, after what you’ve been through.

It’s been scary. You haven’t died yet, but death has wanted to shake your hand a few times.

You almost bumped your head on a metal pipe while passing through a dark hallway, nearly broke your leg because you wanted to jump off a platform, wanting things to go by faster.

You’ve been chased through vents, and ended up at a dead end. You didn’t know what to do. You almost got shredded. But, were spared.

“.. Huggy?” He stared at you, maybe he recognizes you, even after all these years.

He didn’t kill you. He let you down on the second level of the metal stairways with his arm, and went back to where he originally was.

Then you were solving puzzles, with a particular doll following after you.

But the doll got snatched up, by a spider. Mommy Long Legs. She did remember you, you were the one who wasn’t so good at the games..(for the sake of your life in this story)

But she thought you left her to die, so she still forced you to play the three games. The first game has Bunzo! He was hesitant to kill you, you were the kindest kid to him when you lived here.

And for the first time, you actually beat the game! He was so proud of you! He wasn’t proud of his unfortunate fate in the future, but at least he didn’t need to kill you.

Then the small Huggies. They also remembered you, so they were sparing you. You also beat that game! They were happy, letting out tiny purrs at your success.

Then Pj— Wait. Since when were you so good at these games? The last I checked, you failed every single one of them! Fine. I’ll just sabotage the game for you, to make sure you never leave.

You could see Pj coming out of his pug-a-pillar hole, and you were sweating a little. Hopefully he remembered you too.

He did, once he saw you he stopped in his crawling tracks, taking a pause. He missed your younger adorable face when he gave you a small bump on your back, signifying that the ‘game’ was over.

But he unpaused at the start of the music playing.

You escaped. Out of there. That’s fine. I could just chase you myself

Three chases. You got chased THREE times. How desperate was she to kill you?!

You were putting the blue hand on the scanner, when you heard Mommy’s quick steps towards you.

You looked behind you— Eyes widening from her abrupt appearance. For the fourth time.

The door opened! And.. Mommy got killed, by you, by your hands.

A hand crept out from the thin crevice of a metal door. It took Mommy’s left over body, to wherever. You didn’t know what it was. Where it took her. But thanked god(or not, depends on your thoughts) at the fact that you weren’t Mommy at this moment.

Now you are somewhere. The train crashed, and you could feel the back of your shirt being picked up. You were sliding down a pipe, into somewhere.

You don’t know where it was, but you needed to get out, fast.

Doing some parkour, you looked around, and saw a long tail(plus paws) crawling up inside a vent.

“... Catnap?”

You went through some doors, and ended up seeing where the crashed train was. Going somewhere, you could see the recognizable entrance you went to at age 5. The way to Playcare.

You could hear the sounds of steps. Hurrying up you went inside the much smaller train compared to the one you were originally in.

“My name is Elliot Ludwig.”

Hm. Those words you could remember.

“When you look around at the world today,” You repeated after him.

“what one thing do you think it needs more of?”

“Playcare!”

Even at seventeen years, you were still mesmerized by what was shown.

You looked down, and could see 3— no. Five creatures walking or crawling around, resembling the Smiling Critters.

“Oh.”

Some of the critters could hear Elliot’s voice continue about Playcare, eyeing the moving train.

They saw your shadowed figure. Not knowing who you were. But a light is shown on your face.

Bubba, Dogday, Kickin, Hoppy, and Bobby saw your face. You’re back?

No. They must be seeing things. You were gone. Away from them.

But Dogday could recognize those eyes. Your skin, your curiosity, your hair(if your hair changed colors, or texture after growing up, then.. Yea, he still remembered you).

“Angel?” (Even if you didn’t really save him, he’s going to call you Angel. Because I needed a nickname for you. Y’know, because I can’t list every single name of the people who’re reading this?)

The other critters heard his whisper. … Maybe it was you.

The train stopped. But you were kind of scared, were they like Huggy or Mommy? Were they going to chase you down?

“Ah shit.”

‘Language.’ Dogday thought, dogs have good hearing y’know!

You were trying to find a way for two possible outcomes of being down here.

A) Try to make the train go back if the critters try to kill you

Or

B) Somehow reminisce in meeting your old friends

B sounded a lot more better than A.

And.. B did happen!

The 5 critters went over to the train, while you were standing there. Waiting for whatever will happen to you.

Dogday crawled over to you, it was you! Your scent!

He gave you the biggest hug while his tail wagged(really fast, it’s kind of crazy).

He was still fluffy even after these 10 years.

“Angel I missed you so much—!”

You were trying to hug him back, but a little too scared because of the critters staring into your soul.

Dogday noticed their silence and spoke up—

“Guys! This is Angel!! You don’t recognize him??”

Silence.

“THE ONE WHO WAS HIDING BEHIND PICKY..??”

“OHH”

“YOU’RE BACK?!?”

“I was thinking that it was him but I wasn’t sure…”

“ANGEL!?!?!?”

You were escorted out of the train, and were greeted by a bunch of animals pawing at you.

You couldn’t get a word in!

Picky, Crafty and Catnap came over, hearing all of the excited animal noises.

Now you were crowded by a bunch of animals. You were so tiny compared to them, so they had to be gentle.

So much noises were going on that even the smaller critters came over to see the commotion.

You were back home!

Now you can’t leave.

[sirensea14]

My Bright Star

Kickin chicken x reader (part 1)

>>{Part 2 } , [part 3]

Summary: You're an orphan child from Playcare who came back to the factory 15 years later after you received a mysterious letter. (Time skip to chapter 3, around the caverns)

Warnings: fem!reader or gn reader? (Mostly afab reader, whatever you want it), a bit of fluff and angst, kickin's alive and a bit ooc (yeah ik he died cuz of pickypiggy and i hate her) so lets say hes alive here, mention of blood and torture, added a little bit of lines from DogDay's dialogue, not proofread so there may be typos and/or errors here lol

A/n: i dont know what im doing.... AAAAAAAAAAA!! I woke up imagining this scene and now I'm gonna write this out of my head.

"What is this place?" You gasped at the dark caverns in front of you. After escaping that horrendous teacher, you went into the next area, the caverns. With that, you picked up the orange grabpack hand and played a bit of the green bunny's dialogue. "Hoppy, hm? I still remember you..." you said in sad nostalgia. "JUUUUUUUUUUUU--" Hoppy screeched into your ears, earning you a snarl and covering your ears. "Geez, Hoppy! Ugh." You hissed while shooting the cutout with the flare gun.

You moved on to the next area. Ignoring the chill down from your spine, you stepped into the darkness. A loud flap of wings coming from the abyss bellowed in your ears. You gasped as a large creature of desaturated yellow appeared in front of you. In shock, you backed into a wall and sat in fear as the creature walks slowly to you. You held out your hand in a desperate attempt to protect yourself, "P-please... Someone... help..." You pleaded. At this moment, you didn't even think about the flare gun on your grabpack. All you wanted was to leave... You wished you didn't go into this hellhole.

The monster kneeled at your level and was staring at you as you looked away from it in terror. A glint of light caught its eyes. Its feathered wing touched your necklace, "No!" You grabbed the necklace in defiance, but the creature only glared at you that made you release it. "Please don't destroy it..." You cried, it was your only memory from Milo 15 years ago before you were adopted.

The monster gently held the locket with its finger. Its gaze fixed into the object. You closed your eyes in fear of it snatching it away, but it didn't. Your tensed face loosened up a bit as you saw it opened it, revealing a picture of a two children smiling in the picture. You looked at the creature with a sympathetic face, your mind was in a daze. As the monster stared at the picture, you took in the details of the beast.

'A yellow bird... star pendant... a zipper on its belly? Black hollow eyes and mouth... white iris... Scary, of course... just like the previous ones. But why is he looking at my picture of me and Milo?'

As if the bird heard your thoughts, it locked eyes on you, freezing you on the spot. "Kickin'... Chicken? You too...?" The monster continued to gaze at you. This continued for minutes until Kickin' grabbed the back of your head and touched your forehead with his.

"Y/... N..." His hoarse voice spoke. You blinked at his gesture. "Wh... Who are... you?"

Kickin's irises disappeared, his featheres hand still on the back of you head. "It's... me... remem... ber?"

"What?"

Kickin's face laced into worry. "Me... Me... Mi... lo... Remember?"

"Milo...? Wai-what-? I'm confused..." He dropped his hands from your head. He stood up groggily and held up his hand to you, "Let's... get out..." You grabbed his hand absent-mindedly, still thinking about how he was Milo. He carried you onto his back and flew through the caverns. Reaching the door leading to the Playhouse area, you grabbed the battery and activated the door. You looked back at Kickin' Chicken. Swallowing the lump in your throat you spoke to him, "Kicki--Milo, uhm," you struggled to find the right words. You looked up on him, seeing his piercing white eyes you looked down the floor again sweating bullets. "I... Thank you." I'm sorry, I shouldn't have left you.

Kickin' nodded and simply left.

You looked at him dejectedly and turned to power on the grabpack hand processor. It opened the door and you looked up to the sign above the door. "Playhouse..." The place where you used to play with the other children. The place where...

"Okay, you're cute as fuck but sorry you gotta-" you fired the flare gun to a mini critter Pickypiggy. You sighed.

...the place where you and Milo used to play.

Memories crept up to your head as you fight through the mini critters crawling. Feeling dizzy from all the memories flowing through and the danger that lurks within the dark, you finally reached the staircase and went down.

"The swimming pool..." You remembered Milo showing off to you by diving into the pool. You chuckled at the trip down to memory lane. If only the Playhouse area was peaceful despite the dark, you would've stayed there for hours reminiscing the memories you used to have with the other orphans. Your face curled into a somber expression knowing that the employees here have been killed by these horrible monsters. You looked up to the door, walking as you hoped your fellow orphans did not follow the same fate. But hearing the other VHS tapes, and recently Kickin' Chicken, it might imply otherwise. You sniffled a cry, "Not here, not in this hellhole. I can't let my guard down." You hardened your expression as you approach the dungeon-like area.

Your expression was grim as you looked through the cells full of blood, darkness, claw marks, and toys. And...

"You... You're poppy's angel. Come to save us. Nothing left to save, not here..."

You put your hands to your mouth as shock came to you. Dogday was in a critical state. His body cut in half, chained up in a cell. Your words were lump in your throat. You tried to speak, "D-Dogday? What? Where are we? What is this place? Why a dungeon-look here?"

"You're in CatNap's home, angel. Their home. A million pairs of eyes are in you now. Watching, waiting, hungry." He breathed heavily.

"They want nothing more than to crawl beneath your skin and eat away at you bit by little bit--fill what feels empty inside themselves."

You felt a chill ran down your spine as the canine spoke the horrors of these monsters.

"That... thing... CatNap. The Prototype is his god, and this is what he does to heretics. These little toys follow CatNap to avoid that very fate--and in return, they are fed." You couldn't imagine what horrors happened in those 10 years. All nothing but insanity...

"We tried to fight it, the prototype's control." Dogday continued, "I'm... The last of the Smiling Critters."

"But I saw Kickin' Chicke--"

"Listen to me, you have no much time. We can't lurk in this place for too long. You need to get out of this place. You need to live. You and Poppy can fix this, end this madness, the torment, the-" the mini critters from earlier appeared from the two sides of DogDay's cell. You backed down in horror. You tried to fire them with your flare gun, they only hissed at you while crawling their way towards DogDay's open half.

"Oh no... OH NO! Leave me, please. Just go!...RUN! AAAUHHHGHHH!!" You stayed long enough to see a mini CatNap critter crawl into the dog's eye. You ran to the exit but to no avail, it was locked. You heard DogDay's chains rattle as he freed his way to chase you down. You fell from the weak floor and ran your way in the tunnels. Making through the slides, crawling through the cramped spaces--you saw a streak of yellow glide below to the Duck Ride. Due to the chase you are situated in right now, you only thought of it as one of the duck rides.

You went in to the slide, panicking, you changed the right grabpack hand multiple times as fear laced into your mind. DogDay was nearing you. His distance to you was deadly, you felt a slight drop as you stepped back. 'I'm trapped...' you thought to yourself.

Dogday pounced on you but a pair of talons grabbed the back of your shirt, lifting you up and dropping you to the elevator from the other side. The gate closed as you were dropped and heard Dogday's head bash into the metal as he screamed. "Ow. That hurts." You groaned, rubbing your bottom that crashed to the metal. You saw a pair of orange legs before you. You looked up to see Kickin's hollow grin gleaming at you. You looked away shyly with a small smile in your face. The bird simply tilted his head at you with amusement and slight confusion.

The elevator came to a stop. You and Kickin' stepped out of the lift, you played DogDay's cutout dialogues. You stepped away from it when he screamed for an agonizingly long time.

"I wonder if he's okay..." You thought loudly. "... Probably... Not. Ate... by critters..." Kickin' uttered. Upset, you two went down the slide.

You looked at Playcare with a frown, "Has it always been like this?" You gestured at the place. All bloodied mess. Why did they do this? How did they do it? What made them do this? Who turned them into monsters? These questions lingered in your mind. The phone rang. You answered. Of course it was Ollie. You listened to his line as you went back under the Smiling Critters' statue to retrieve the key for the Counselor's Office.

You went outside and made your way to the next location. "So CatNap's a kid huh. After 15 years? Just what happened?" You said, stressed out. You suddenly felt a wing which prompted you to stop in your tracks. Kickin's worry was etched in his grin. You calmed down a bit at his touch. Looking up you admit, "I... don't know if I can continue this. It's too damn much." Your heart was pounding crazy. Anxiety and fear crept up to your chest as you worry for what the truth was. But you continued to clung to a hope that most of the people here didn't end up in death.

Kickin' kneeled at your level, caressing your cheek. "I am here... Knock me down, and I'll only stand up again. Brush it off like dust. And say, 'What's next?' "

"What's the point in all of this?" You looked down. Kickin' made you look up to him by tapping under your chin. Once again, his white eerie irises disappeared imitating a blink. He placed his forehead on yours, "I've seen you. In the Playhouse. Running and crawling. You... survived DogDay. The little toys. I know you can do this." You sniffled a cry at the toy's words. A tear escaped your eye as the fake afternoon light shone down to the two of you, in serenity. You closed your eyes as you savor the moment of peace, a scent of ylang-ylang wavering its way to your nose.

In this moment, you remembered, Milo used to do this whenever you get nervous. Pressing his forehead onto you. Telling you encouraging words, lifting up your spirits. Sharing his Kickin' Chicken toy with you as he pulled its tail for it to release ylang-ylang scent.

You lightly blushed at this hit of memory, remembering the fact that you two were childhood sweethearts. But now, he was turned into a monster. A monster he wasn't meant to be.

"Hey! The Counselor's Office is over there~!" Ollie's voice pierced through the silence. "Oh right," you lightly chuckled at him, secretly annoyed that he destroyed your moment with Kickin'. His white irises were back, filled with worry. He pressed his wing to your cheek, you gently touched his wing. "I can do this. Don't worry." You softly smiled. Hearing this, his grin beamed a bit. "I'll be waiting." He voiced out with a hint of sadness. But before he could stand up, you immediately grabbed his face and pecked his upper beak. Thrown back by this action, he stumbled standing.

"Bye! And don't worry, I'll come back alive."

His eyes still with surprise, followed you as you went to the Counselor's Office.

"Come back... alive."

A/n: IMSONORMALABOUTHIM, SHET KINIKILIG AKO (TL: shit im having butterflies in my stomach-) im sorry, i couldn't resist doing this, i just LOVE him sm yknow? Anyway ik no one would be reading this but i made it anyway--

[melody-starlight]

i've been wanting to draw some Y/N x kickin and couldnt be more proud that i finally did that <3333

Couldnt finish thus cuz i got lazy lol

Gift for @sirensea14

[drowsyhope]

HEYA, [Y/N]! • POPPY PLAYTIME

summary ; child reader with the smiling critters

a/n ; THANK YALL SO MUCH FOR THE LOVE ON THE DOGDAY FICC 🫶🏼🫶🏼 was lowkey scared to post it bc i thought it was booty 😔 HOPE YALL ENJOY THIS ONEE

warning ; slight cussing, reader is hispanic coded bc ya girl is hispanic ‼️🙏🏼, based on the CARTOON versions of the smiling critters, different scenarios with each character, no children death just a lot of sillies :3

DOGDAY , MOVIE NIGHT

“are you sure the popcorn isn’t burnt?” you asked while holding up a greasy bag of popcorn, that clearly had a burnt smell to it. you were wearing your typical pajamas, a [f/c] ]f/a] themed jumper. dogday on the other hand was wearing a dog themed jumper, complete with fuzzy orange socks.

dogday nodded excitedly, taking the greasy popcorn out of your hands. “of course! everything is perfect!” he turned on the heel of his feet, turning around and walking towards the cushion fort the two of you made.

you were confused, but shook it off, putting in another bag of popcorn.

dogday caught wind of your birthday coming up, and planned a one-on-one play date with the two of you, since recently he has been more busier than usual. plus, he always love spending time with you!

fluffing up a pillow, dogday laid down, getting comfortable in his spot, his tail wagging and you made your way towards him, your own personal bag of popcorn in your hands.

“what movie would you like to watch?” he asked, grabbing the controller and looking at you, awaiting for an answer. you on the other hand, didn’t know what movie to watch. surely, there was plenty of movies to watch, but they suddenly just popped out of your head when the question was asked.

“hmm, what about [favorite movie]?” you responded finally. dogday nodded, turning towards the tv and putting on the movie, smiling as the two of you started munching on your goodies.

alas, your movie night began.

CATNAP , TEA PARTY

catnap was reluctant on the idea of a tea party, but with convincing with the help of dogday, catnap agreed.

the two of you were dressed in your sunday’s best. catnap went for a more casual look, having a pink bow tie tied around his neck, a bow being tied around the end of his tail. bobby gave him some white gloves, craftycorn gave him some necklaces to borrow.

you on the other hand, had a bow tied around your wrist, a bow being put in your hair. picky helped you style your hair, and kickin helped you become more confident.

the tea party was going to be held in his cathouse, which dogday and bubba decorated.

you and hoppy prepared tea, making some french goodies alongside it. you were excited for this little tea party, having it with one of your best of friends. it was also near the time of your birthday, so you were extra excited.

entering the cathouse, you were greeted by catnap, who was fumbling with his bow tie, seemly uncomfortable. “catnap!” you smiled, before giving him a funny look as he looked at you with a shocked expression.

“hey! uh ..can you help me?” catnap struggled, before you nodded. you didn’t want your friend to feel uncomfortable.

soon enough, the two of you were enjoying tea, snacking on chocolate chip cookies, and chatting your lives away. well, mostly you. out of the two, you were the more talkative one. catnap was the quiet one of the smiling critters, so it was surprising for the others for the two of you to become such best friends.

but, thankfully, the two of you are. cause you won’t be having this epic tea party if you didn’t!

HOPPY HOPSCOTCH , MOON CYCLES

hoppy has ever seen the moon before, you on the other hand, have. she always asked how it looked like, does it change, does it have a scent, etc.

“the moon has different cycles, like i think today it’s a full moon.” you explained, showing her a picture of the full moon today. hoppy looked amazed, her eyes widening and her eyes going up. you smiled at her, enjoying that she was finally able to be the moon.

“ah yucks, i wish i can see the moon for myself!” she responded, going back and landing on the pillow, making you giggle. you in return laid down on your stomach right next to her, the photograph still in your hand.

“it’s very beautiful! maybe i can take a videotape next time. i’ll make sure to show you.” you promised, sticking out your pinky for a pinky promise. hoppy smiled, taking out one of her fingers to establish the promise.

it made you feel bad that hoppy never seen the moon. you always seen how much she wanted to see the moon, always talking about it and learning about it.

you wished you can take her along with you, but your parents won’t allow you. also, hoppy is a 6’2ft mascot, and might make other people scared.

nevertheless, you explained the moon cycles to her, drawing pictures of them to visualize it for her. she enjoyed learning more about the cycles, and thanked you for showing her a picture of the actual moon.

hopefully, one day you can take her to the moon. the two of you can jump super high and reach the moon, planting a picture of the two of you, and come right back down. one day, you’ll make sure that dream comes true.

one day.

CRAFTYCORN , ARTWORK

the room was filled with bunch of laughter and smiles, it was of course, the art room. craftycorn was in charge of the art room, as she was the artistic one of the smiling critters.

thankfully, she had a helper, a kid named [y/n].

[y/n] was a artist from the day they were born, always making different artworks from different materials. if there was something, they could make anything out of it.

they enjoyed making art, and instantly became best friends with craftycorn, the two sharing their love for art.

“can you pass me the red?” craftycorn asked, scribbling on her paper. [y/n] nodded, getting up and walking towards the table, which contained different colored crayons. they grabbed the red one, turned around, and made their way back to where craftycorn was.

“here you go!” they said, giving them the red crayon. craftycorn smiled at them, taking the red crayon. she was drawing the two of them, using the red crayon to draw hearts all over the place.

[y/n] sat down, continuing to draw on their artwork — a drawing of all the smiling critters, them included. it was a huge project, and their hand definitely hurt. but, it was going to be worth it in the end.

soon enough, craftycorn was finished with her artwork, holding it up like it was a masterpiece. the other children caught wind of the finished art piece, and was quick to scatter towards her, wanting to see what she had created.

finally, [y/n] was finished. they smiled as they wrote their name near the bottom of the paper, holding it with such determination. they were proud of their artwork.

“that’s an amazing artwork, [y/n]!” craftycorn complimented, smiling as she realized it was her and the other smiling critters, alongside with [y/n]. she felt warmth creep its way into her heart, it was adorable.

“i hope you enjoyed it, i spent a lot of time on it.”

indeed, she and the other smiling critters enjoyed the masterpiece created by their dear [y/n].

PICKY PIGGY , BAKING

baking with picky was like a sport, it was easy!

picky had this cookbook that she liked to use. thankfully, you were able to read, so it was easy baking with picky, as she always had the ingredients on hand.

now, the two of you decided to bake cupcakes for the smiling critters, since they been craving some sweets for awhile.

“and now .. add vanilla!” picky said as you put some drops of vanilla into the cake batter mix, instantly being hit with the scent of vanilla. it smelled just like dogday.

picky read over the instructions as you poured the cake batter into the pan, making sure it was evenly distributed. it was rather a messy step, but with picky on your side, it was easy.

you were quick to put the cupcakes in the oven as picky sat on the countertop, looking at you, smiling. the two of you became friends over your love for baking, and picky’s live for eating.

you would always bake or cook for picky, as you wanted to improve on your skills. picky always gave you honest review, so you can improve better. it was a easy win for the both of you, you get better, and she gets to eat.

the two of you were in silence, looking as the cupcakes baked. it was a comfortable silence.

time was fast though, soon the cupcakes were finished. you put on your heat protective gloves, and took out the cupcakes, blowing on them to try and cool them down.

picky was jumping up and down, excited that the cupcakes were finally done. “okay, don’t touch just yet, they are still very hot.” you said as you took off your gloves. picky understood, but was still excited. she loved trying your cupcakes, something about them just make them melt in her mouth.

she loves when you bake.

BUBBA BUBBAPHANT , MATH HOMEWORK

you didn’t enjoy math.

you always stressed over it, cried over it, and also got mad over it. math was just not your brightest subject.

your best friend on the other hand, bubba, was a scholar on math. he always showed you how good his grades were on math, and always offered to help you.

but no matter how much he helped you, you never seemed to grasp on the concept of math in general.

“come on! it’s easy!” bubba groaned, looking down at the simple multiplication work on your paper. you on the other hand, was stressing out. you shook your head, to which bubba playfully rolled his eyes.

you groaned as bubba explained to you the basic of math, and how to do multiplications. you been over this plenty of times! you just can’t understand the concept of math!

“ughh .. at this point don’t even talk math to me!” that gave bubba an idea.

he quickly bought up 2 apples, “okay, there is two apples, correct?” you nodded. he bought up 3 apples, “now, there is 3 apples, right?” you nodded once again.

“now imagine each apple is 2 apples,” she pointed towards the 3 apples, “2 .. 4 ..”

“6!” bubba smiled. “correct!”

then it was like something clicked. bubba showed many other examples, and you got it right away. everything was suddenly making sense!

maybe math isn’t so bad.

BOBBY BEARHUG, VALENTINE’S DAY

valentine’s day was right around the corner, and you didn’t know what to get your best friend, bobby bearhug.

bobby’s favorite holiday was valentine’s day, she always loved the idea of love in general. in fact, that was how the two of you became friends.

you were giving out chocolates to your friends, and you had an extra heart shaped chocolate. you didn’t know who to give it to, until a certain bear came up to you, giving you a lollipop. smiling, you gave her the heart shaped chocolates, and the two of you became instant friends.

your friendship anniversary was coming up, and you were nervous. you didn’t know what to give bobby, as she basically already had everything.

but then, you had an idea, an expensive one.

2 week before valentine’s day, you were working your butt off for some cash. this was going to be an expensive gift, but it would be long lasting.

thankfully, you got some help from some of her other friends, getting some info on her favorite colors and favorite candies, everything was going to fall perfectly in place.

you made sure to give the person making the gift enough time, and made sure you tipped them accordingly. everything was perfect, and you were excited.

valentines rolled around, and bobby was trying to look for you.

“have yall seen [y/n]?” she was growing worried. today was your friendship anniversary, and she hasn’t seen you all day. she hoped you didn’t just ditch out on her, as she didn’t want to seem useless.

that was when one of the kids asked her to follow them, and as skeptical as she was, she followed nevertheless. they led her to a dark room, which scared her quite a bit. that was until the light turned on, revealing a surprising sight.

“happy valentine’s day!” you stood there, a ramo buchon in the color of her favorite color in your arms, some candies in your other. they were eternal roses, which meant they wouldn’t die out, which made it even more special. the other kids took pictures of the two of you.

this surely was going to be your favorite valentines yet.

KICKIN CHICKEN , ONE DAY

the playground was filled a lot of children, including bullies.

you hated bullies, especially since you have a few of your own. they always made fun of your hair and the way you spoke, which made you insecure about yourself.

that was until a kid named kickin chicken came to your rescue. he defended you from the bullies, and threaten to call the teachers on them.

he was like your guardian angel, and he was a chicken, so almost there.

“why didn’t you tell me?” kickin said with tears in his eyes as he patched you up. you were silent the whole time, not wanting to trauma dump on your friend.

“i didn’t want to seem weak.” you whispered, to which kickin sighed, taping your bruise. he looked at you with worried eyes, this was the 3rd time this weak you were sent to the nurse office, and kickin was always there to see you.

he gave you a hug, sighing as he heard you sniffle. you were always an emotional kid, which was probably one of the reasons they targeted you. kickin was sure to report those kids, they don’t deserve the cupcakes he’s going to bring on his birthday.

he wanted to tell you that you weren’t weak, but you would never believe him. he knew that you hated confrontation, so he never told you directly, but with his actions, he did.

“you’re a amazing friend, [y/n]. i hope you know that.” he said as the two of you hugged each other. you didn’t say anything, you didn’t want to believe what he was saying, but half of you know that he actually meant it.

you just hoped those bullies get the karma that they deserve, and that you won’t be bullied anymore.

one day, you’ll be a happy child. one day you’ll be able to smile without being scared of someone making fun of you. one day, you’ll be the best friend that kickin will always want you to be.

one day.

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last one had a kick to it. alsooo!!! request are open!!! please request! :3 might take some time though :(

[lovelybee666]

Request: Hello! can i request romantic! catnap x reader? Catnap does not have any particular feelings toward reader at first, but gradually begins to develop romantic feelings for him each time he meets, or chase reader.

Author's note: @minnesotamedic186 Ok so...MAYBE I'll delete your request, but don't worry because I take a screenshot of your request before proceeding to delete it unintentionally

CATNAP BEGINS TO FEEL ROMANTIC FEELINGS FOR THE READER

CATNAP

• When he saw you for the first time he just look at you for a moment and continued doing whatever his doing, thinking something like "oh a new person...anyway—"

• the second time, you greet him although he simply greeted you and then you two were in a long and deep awkward silence, Catnap didn't know what to say, you didn't know what to say, NO ONE KNEW ANYTHING.

• The third time you were in your hut practicing a conversation with him since he was the only one you hardly spoke to, You gathered your courage and went to greet Catnap and the same thing happened, he greeted you and nothing more, although this time you started talking and trying to start a conversation with the night Kitty, this time you managed to talk to him and learned his name after half an hour of just you talking to a mannequin with Catnap's face drawn to simulate that you were talking.

• The fourth time Catnap was a little more comfortable around you and sometimes talked more than you, you were both sitting in a tree watching the leaves fall from the tree.

• the fifth time you were both eating ice cream but your scoop of ice cream fell and Catnap offered his saying that he wasn't hungry anyway, You felt a little bad but you accepted the offer and ate Catnap's ice cream while he talked to you about different topics, That night Catnap felt something strange, something he had never felt before, it was like a feeling of warmth and happiness, It was...weird.

• The sixth time they were both drawing with Craftycorn and Catnap couldn't stop looking at you, which from your point of view was a little different since it was an INTENSE look, like really intense (Honestly, I would be terrified and Catnap would look me in the eyes), Catnap continued drawing and when he showed it to you and Craftycorn, it was a drawing of you and Catnap holding hands eating ice cream, It was a very cute drawing although Catnap wasn't very good at drawing so it was a stick style.

• On the seventh time, Catnap for some reason felt that warmth when he was with you and he couldn't understand why, it was a strange but not unpleasant feeling, many members of the Smiling Critters They noticed that every time you were with Catnap he moved his tail slightly from side to side and seemed a little happier.

• On the eighth time they both played hide and seek but Kickin called Catnap and they paused their game, Kickin asked him why he acted this way and he simply remained silent, Kickin understood what Catnap felt, it was love, Kickin annoyed Catnap a little but he just gave him the silent treatment and went back to playing with you as if nothing had happened, Kickin had the perfect idea for the next day.

• Kickin went to Catnap the next morning and greeted him and with Catnap's permission he entered his home, the yellow chicken told Catnap that he was going to help him conquer the "love of his life", Catnap couldn't fully understand but Kickin explained to him that this feeling of warmth was love, Catnap was three times as confused although he let Kickin help him.

• They spent the whole night planning it and the next day Catnap asked you to go to the same tree from the third time they met and when you arrived you noticed Catnap but there was a small detail that you noticed and that was that he wore a black bow near the tip of his tail and a small tie around his neck with a small moon pattern, He seemed a little nervous for some reason and it was kind of strange since he was normally calm and quiet, when you approached him and greeted him he returned the greeting and made a long speech and it sounded a little...like what kickin would say... anyway he talk about of some feelings he felt towards to you to end with "would you like to go out with...me...?", Now it's your decision whether to accept or not.

I knew this sleepy kitten was going to be the first to be requested!!! And I'm sorry if this is too rushed or ooc, I'm still learning the personalities of the Smiling Critters and so far I don't know much about Catnap😿

[medusavsviperz]

doggy down

warnings: smut, cussing, jealousy

relationships: jealous!dogday x reader

writing type: second person

genre:smut

Camping with the critters was more fun than you had expected, for some reason your mind was glued on worrying about bugs and wild animals. The bunch actually had their way with nature. Bubba pinpointing a decent campground, Picky grilling some food, and Dogday setting up the tents correctly. It was a perfect campfire, cozy and warm. With enough space gather around and watch the others enjoy games.

‘’That's a foul! Cheater!’’ Hoppy yelled at Kickin Chicken, who was on the other side of the net. ‘’No need to get all rowdy Hopps. it's all a game right?’’ he nudged your side with a wink. You sigh and picked up the disregarded ball ‘’Yeah its just volleyball hoppy, all for fun.’’ you tried assuring her, knowing how competitive the bunny could be. “See I knew you’d get me y/n, almost as if we’re made for each other” Kickin smirked, stepping closer to you ’’Guys let's take a break mhm? The sun is setting anyways..”Bobby interrupted, hoping to fix the situation before anything got worse. “Whatever..” Hoppy mumbled while walking back to the campfire, you trailed in behind her while the other two stayed back.”What are you doing? You know Y/n is with DogDay!” “Relax care bear, I’m just being friendly with the girl..” he rolled his eyes. “If that’s what you say. But you know how Day is about her, pull something and he might just snap at you.” She warned him before walking away.

After making your way to the camp there was DogDay who was resting under a tree. While pondering if you should approach him your answer seems to be answered.”Angel? Come here” he called out while patting the ground beside him. You nodded and took a seat “Yeah? What’s up baby?”. For a couple seconds he didn’t say anything which left an awkward silence “I saw how he was with you earlier..” he finally spat out, voice laced in some jealousy. You felt your heart skip a beat knowing exactly what he was talking about “uhm..yeah he sorta did get flirty but I shook it off..” you sigh, but that didn’t dim the possessive look he gave you. “Angel I know that part of course, but that still doesn’t help with the fact he almost touched what’s mine” he growled “Hey let’s not have this spoil our break yeah? We all need this Day..” you squeezed his hand before standing up “Let’s go before the food gets cold, you know Picky spends no time with leftovers.” “Alright Angel..lead the way”

“Oh you guys made it..I was getting worried!” Bobby said, handing a plate to you “Thanks Bobby,we’re fine” DogDay comments, picking an s’more off your plate. “Hey!” You looked up at him before KickinChicken interrupted “He took something off your plate? No need to fret, have mine” he leans in. “Uh..no thanks” you said with an awkward laugh as DogDay grumbled. Uh oh.. you thought..was he jealous? Your beloved pup hardly got angry or such, but right now he looks like he wanted to rip the feathers off Kickin. “We’re gonna head back to our tent..I don’t think Day is hungry right now..” you told the others while taking his hand in yours, trailing away.

“That bastard..touching my Angel” DogDay growled while laying in the tent, staring up at the fabric. “Baby calm down, that’s the point we left yeah? I’m all yours now” you kissed his nose while petting his ears, earning a groan out of him. “Mm..Angel..” he sighed while adjusting his hips..was he getting turned on? Your cheeks burned, it’s not like this was new but..in public? Intimate moments with your love was usually something private and sensual, but that didn’t stop the growing heat between your thighs. You crawl down to his crotch and tugged his belt, eyes looking up for approval. “Fuck, Angel what if someone needs me? W-we should get ba- ohhhhmygod” he cuts off as you lick his cock, DogDay struggles to keeps his moans down and breaths heavily. You look up at him fluttering eyelashes as he grabs your head to keep going “Mmph..Angel!” He groaned tilting his head back, let a few moans slip here and there. Going further down you bob your head at an faster pace, using your hands to stroke the lengths you couldn’t get.”S-slow down! Someone’s gonna hear..fucck!” He whined despite pushing your head down gently. His tip hits the back of your throat, your gagging egging him on. “Oh fuck..” he moans, breath picking up. “I’m gonna-!” DogDay covered his mouth as he came, hoping to muffle his moans. You pulled back before swallowing and wiping the remains of his cum.”Ha..w-we should hurry back, we’ve been gone for awhile” you stuttered, throat a bit sore. DogDay took a couple seconds to come down from his orgasm before he crawled out the tent with you “And my Angel not get anything back? I don’t think so” he scoffed, grabbing your hips. “B-but what about the others?” “Shh..we dont have to go back baby..they’ll be fine” he slides your panties off while kissing your neck.”fine..but if we get caught it’s your fault Day!” You quietly shouted. He only chuckled at that before pouncing you.

To be honest you were sure the other critters knew what was going on at this point, but did you care? Not really. All you heard beside your own moans was DogDays heavy grunts and growls, along with the slaps of his hips meeting the back of your thighs.”Fuck! Day!” You cried out as he rammed into your ass, hanging your head low. DogDay loves it when your loud, driving him to thrust faster “Shit baby..you sound so pretty..” he groaned, placing an smack on your cheek. “Ah.. take it!” He moaned as you looked over your shoulder with teary eyes. “DogDay!” You whined out feeling yourself grow close “I know Angel” he assured through heavy breaths, lifting his knee, pushing weight on his foot to fuck you in a new angle. You cried out once more, back arching as he reaches over to rub your throbbing cunt. DogDays movements became more and more desperate as he came closer to his orgasm, his warm breath hitting your ear as moans slipped from his lips. You felt so good, making him ram into you like he hadn’t did in a while. He was so close.”Fuck!” He called out, his breathing quickening, hands grabbing your hips firmly. “I’m cumming! Ah Angel I’m cumming!” You heard him cry out before your back was met with his load. It wasn’t till a second later you came to, clenching around his sensitive length drove out soft whimpers and hiccups from him. Slowly coming down from your orgasms both flinch at the sudden twig snapping outside the tent. Shit..who was that? You think before a raspy voice called out “I had to gas everyone because of you two” Catnap scoffed, nose twitching as the smell of pure sex hit his senses. DogDays tail and ears perked up in shock before rubbed his neck “They heard? Shit..” “T-there not gonna remember right!” You hoped, shooting DogDay an glare. I told you so. “Uh huh…most likely. But I’m gonna head back, next time though.. you both owe me.” You heard his footsteps trial away outside the tent, cheeks slightly burning at what he said. “What..” DogDay didn’t seem to be obligated to that, but he didn’t tell you that of course, only snuggling up to you with a sigh. “Don’t mind that Angel..lay down with me hm?” You were too beat to even say anything else so with jelly like legs you wrap your arms around his large frame.”mhm” mumbling as sleepiness takes over. With one final kiss to the forehead DogDay inhales “Goodnight my Angel.”

made by anon!

[bunji-enthusiast]

Hello!

I wanted to make a dogday x cheetah smilling critter reader

Reader is basically the fusion of hoppy and kickin chicken

They're very curious, adventurous and energetic always looking for action or adventure around the factory and sometimes even bringing kids along with them which sometimes would always lead to reader getting scolded by both dogday and some of the workers because of the dangerous situations reader puts the kids into

And one day after reader comes back from one of their adventures to talk with dogday, he finds out that reader had injured her arm and tail from falling from somewhere and also bringing a child they took with them that had a small scratch on its cheek

Oops! This is way longer then I expected sorry ^^"

(Texas) Hold Em’ Please

Note || ooh this is such a neat idea, hope this was okay <3

WC || 1,005

More often than not, you would go searching for new adventures in the factory. You simply couldn’t be tied down to one singular floor or location, you wanted to feel freedom and the excitement of being able to search for things; even if you’d already seen it before. It was quite pleasant to do so anyway.

Though, this had led to multiple scoldings from DogDay and a few of the employees, as you had a habit of bringing the children along with you when they insist on it multiple times. You couldn’t help it! You certainly couldn’t turn down the children’s pleas either. Why would you be the one to restrict them from a possible adventure of fun? So you had always said yes every time they had asked. 

You try as you might to protect them from the possibilities of any bruises or actual injuries, as you know that will lead to real scoldings you were sure you didn’t want to be faced with in any case. Sometimes, there were bruises involved but you always had great solutions and remedies to fix them right up. It was a fortunate thing indeed that there hadn’t been any incidents of injuries before. The children getting hurt was the last thing you wanted anyway.

You just didn’t take into account it would one day truly be you in that position.

This was a recurring setup, it was everyday during work hours you had gone outside regulations and went along on one of your adventures. For someone like you, it wasn’t out of the ordinary to do so, you had always done this. But the sunny dog was beginning to get worried, you were taking longer than normal to return to Playcare, to their spot. You weren’t back just yet, and so many thoughts swam through DogDay’s mind.

“DogDay?..”

He didn’t respond, the onslaught of thoughts, still capturing his self-attention continuously. The figure snapped their fingers against his ears once more, trying to get him back to reality. 

“DOGDAY!” He snapped out of his incessant thoughts to find that Hoppy had been the one to snap the leader out of his mind-chamber. DogDay blinked for a few moments, white pupils flickering in and out. He shook his head and turned to Hoppy, wondering why she was making time to converse with him right now.

“Hoppy, what is it?” DogDay inquired, tilting his head as he awaited her reply. She groaned with a huff escaping her as she put a paw on her hip. She seemed to be consumed in thought as to how she would go about saying what she needed to, “SO… uh, our particularly adventurous friend got back from a recent one.”

Hoppy jabbed a thumb right behind her, throwing up her other hand to do so. “You really ought to be the one to look at this.” DogDay began to get worried upon hearing the words of his friend, sometimes at most you brought a sense of unease with how often you had brought about your adventures both privately and publicly with few of the children. But what has happened now? Something bad no doubt, he must hurry.

He then nodded, then stood to his feet. “Thank you, I’ll go right away-” He then turned to the group of children that accompanied him, looking on in confusion. “Could you?..” DogDay trailed off, gesturing to the children. Hoppy nodded with an exasperated sigh, urging him to go and check on you.

DogDay scuttled away, waving at Hoppy before he had disappeared out of view. “You're the best, Hoppy!” He smiled at her then continued onward.

It didn’t take long for DogDay to find you, seeing as how he was informed that you were in the infirmary being checked on by a medical professional. Now it didn’t take long either for it to register this was a more major situation, you were hurt. He looked around to see another body in the Med Bay, the building was buoyant, yet so empty. 

A child?

A whimper snapped him out of his shock, you noticed that DogDay had arrived. “Hey.” You grin tired, the vocal pronunciation prolonged as you appeased in embarrassment before DogDay. He wasn’t sure what to say, out of the shadow of the fear raging within his heart that he might make the situation even worse than it needed to be.

“Angel,” He began, “What happened?” DogDay walked over to you, seeing as how the nurse had finally taken her leave. 

“I, I uh…” You stutter, burning in embarrassment. “I injured my arm and tail, and..” Your head snaps to where the child was resting, actually taking a nap after his cheek had been tended to. “He got a scratch on his cheek.”

DogDay’s shoulders deflated in relief, seeing the situation wasn’t as terrible as he had made it out to be. Suddenly, he had hugged you, causing you to choke out in surprise. 

“DogDay?”

“I’m just glad you two are okay.” His voice carried a warmth as if he had lived a long time, though it wasn’t the truth it had simply felt as if it was that way. DogDay laxed in his hold, pulling back so you could regain personal space. “All that there was to it, then there was no reason for me to worry that much.”

You were almost stunned, used to the scoldings you normally would get. This wasn’t one, not at all. DogDay was actually genuine with his words, you weren’t sure of what to say in return. DogDay couldn’t help but chuckle at your inability to speak, “NO, worries… okay? I just, I really don’t want to see you or any of the children hurt.”

“But, what had happened in the first place for you to end up here?” DogDay questions, head tilted and one ear raised. Typical dog-like behavior resides within your friend, a small laugh escapes you at the thought. You shrug your shoulders as you return in reply with words of your own.

“We fell.”

“...”

“What?”

[prowlerverse]

smiling critters x reader (valentines edition !)

disc ; lowercase intended .

DOGDAY

before you and dogday got together, he would usually just hang out with his friends for valentine's day since well, he had no lover!

but now that your with him, he spends all his time with you!

since of course, playcare doesn't have many places to go, he tries to find little gifts for you!

he also does little coloring dates with you.

"i appreciate you a whole bunch, did you know that?" dogday would tell you.

CATNAP

catnap didn't exactly celebrate anything before you came along.

he'd usually just watch from afar to make sure his friends were safe.

but, you changed that.

the first time you both met, valentines was right around the corner, so you decided to make a paper bouquet.

at first, he ignored your calls when you tried to get his attention but he somewhat gave in.

instead of running away, he stood staring at you.

"for you," you offered. he stared at the paper in your hand. "for me?" he questioned. you nodded and smiled. he hesitantly took it and hit his face in it, shutting his eyes. "thank you."

now, it's mostly catnap who puts in a effort to make you gifts. he loves seeing your reactions and smiles. it warms his heart.

BOBBY BEARHUG

bobby has always been a loving and caring person,especially on valentines day.

so when you both got together, valentines was the best!

you'd cuddle, talk, draw for hours, kisses here and there, a bunch of love.

sometimes, you swore her middle name was love,or, maybe it was.

bobby approached you with a heart shaped box along with a wide smile on her face.

when she got close to you, she pushed it out to you. "here! i got this for you," bobby smiled. "hmm? what is it Bobby — oh!" you opened the box to see hand written notes along with your favorite snacks. she smiled when your mouth went agape. "do you like it?" you stammered over your words for a bit.

"i love it, bobby! thank you!" you hugged her tightly and pecked her cheek, which she returned.

PICKY PIGGY

picky piggy of course, is piggy but really loves to eat, and she loves to see you eat, too!

so instead of paper crafts or anything else, she cooks things for you, fruits, veggies, anything she can shape into a heart!

"lasssst one!" picky happily said as she placed a platter full of heart shaped fruit in-front of you. you smiled, then looked at her. "picky, you know you didn't have to make it all alone, you could've let me help!" picky shushed you and closed her eyes, then made eye contact with you. "No need! This is a special day, and I wanna spoil you, dig in!"

HOPPY HOPSCOTCH

hoppy is usually in a rush for most things, so when valentine's day comes around, she gets worried she won't make things on time, even though she always does, it's just a stress.

"hoppy, seriously, you don't have to rush," your reassured her. "take your time, okay?"

hoppy shook her head in a 'no'. "but — but what if I don't make it on — on time?" you placed your paws on hers. "you will. you always do, don't you?" you kiss her on the cheek and she nods.

"thanks."

KICKIN CHICKEN

Kickin chicken sometimes lets his cool ego overrun him, so when that does happen, you lightly scold him.

"but (nameeee).."

"no buts!" you said, tugging on his charm. "don't tire yourself out. I love the gifts but I care for you more, okay?" you pulled him down for a hug.

"okay.. I'll try not to overdo it next time." kickin' mumbled, pressing kisses onto your shoulder.

BUBBA BUBBAPHANT

bubba is usually studying mathematics and more 'boring' stuff, that's how you view it.

other than him studying, he pushes it aside to spend time with you.

you guys don't do anything really special, his love language is quality time. he loves just being around you and spending time with you.

or, he watches after you while you play with the kids.

he loves seeing you in his sight. he loves you.

CRAFTY-CORN

crafty loves anything, well, crafty! that's exactly why every holiday, especially valentines, she makes a bag of things for you.

it scales to clothes, shoes, drawings, anything she can think of.

"I love it, crafty." you gasped in awe at the shirt you were holding. it had a heart transitioning between red and pink.

"you do? thank god!" crafty sighed. "I had to ask the workers for more red because we ran out! but I'm glad you like it!"

you smiled and her and she smiled back, giving you a gentle kiss.

end: this was rotting in my drafts soooo ^^

[heysayhappyface]

All types of ships thats you can ship with Kickin chicken

Kickin chicken x Hoppy hopscotch

Kickin chicken x Bubbabhant

Kickin chicken x Craftycorn

Kickin chicken x oc's

Kickin chicken x Reader

Kickin chicken is my favorite smiling critters i love the AU'S of smiling critters prinsipali kickin design or aparênce

[mellybabbles]

What's kickin', chicken?

I've decided to finally make a masterpost for this blog

HIHIHIHI!! You can call me Mel, Jynx or whatever floats your boat! This is an UTMV blog, meaning a lot of sanses will be poppin up 'round these parts. Specifically Dust- Pronouns are he/him, I'm a minor, artist, blah blah all that hooby hobby stuff. I have a big ol fanfic called Dreamscape and a few others on AO3. AO3 Acc is MelatoninDepicts I'm a guy!! I go by he/him, but dw if you get the wrong pronouns I really do not mind. My other blogs are @shattereddreamrp and @melatonindepicts !! DNI: Pedophiles, 18+ Blogs, Homophobes, Racists, Proshippers, all that jazz. If you support Israel and the actions, please DNI and unkindly fuck right off. I'm open to drawing/writing requests! Expect a lot of self insert, x reader, etc. I can't really do many ships, usually only on my own terms. I'm Pansexual and Polyamorous(?), and possibly genderfluid but still working on my sexuality and identity, heh. I'm open to chatting about whatever, just don't be a dick and such! Certified Dust Addict. I will never shut up about him. Literally obsessed with him to an unhealthy degree. Anyways, enjoy your time on my blog! Feel free to pop in an ask or anything. Always happy to talk <3 Tags for navigation: Regularly Scheduled Dust Simping = Dust shit. Drawings, writing, etc my art = well, my art melly's silly talk = Me answering asks and just chatting Melly's silly reblogs = reblogs !! Melly's silly sketches = Doodles/sketches Discord is melatonindepicts, feel free to friend me and chat whenever haehaeh This is my discord inv! For my story, chatting, whatever. We vibe and chill here. Positivity space/negative free!! Oh and RP and other many things https://discord.gg/UnpQvhtQfT

[svnflowervol666]

Fried Rice and... Kiwi? (Harry Styles x fem!Reader)

Word Count: 2.5k

Author’s Note: Happy third birthday to HS1! Here’s something short and sweet in it’s honor. I came across this gif earlier today and all I could think about was lying on Harry’s tummy and listening to him talk about the album. Hence, this fic was born. Obviously, I had to turn it into dad!Harry, because that’s all I can manage to do ever. Like, literally ever. But, regardless! Enjoy, take care, and TPWK. gif by @stylesinthewild​!!!

Three sequential knocks on the weighted, wooden door broke up the playful banter occurring in the studio. It wasn’t a request to enter, more so a signal of arrival and a warning - she was coming in whether they liked it or not. 

“Delivery!”

Smells of grease and soy sauce filled the nostrils of everyone inside as she cautiously maneuvered her way around discarded instruments and cords and towards the coffee table with a both arms full of enough take out to feed a small army.

“God, thank you! You’re the best! Been starvin’ all day,” Jeff piped up from the armchair he’d been sitting in.

“Genuinely! You didn’t have to come all the way across town to bring us dinner,” Sarah added, hair aloof and sticking up around her head as if she’d been running her fingers through it incessantly over the past few hours.

“Well, someone,” Y/N sneered, cutting her eyes back to Jeff, “keeps stealing my man away from me and I’m tired of waiting for him at home, so I figured I’d just pay him a visit here instead.”

“A simple, ‘You’re welcome, Jeff,’ would’ve done ya just fine!” he sarcastically fired back as the rest of the room doubled over in laughter.

Harry was up and out of the cushion he’d been slumped back in to grab the paper bags that were balanced on top of his girlfriend’s arms so he could take her hands in his and guide her towards him.

“Tip your driver?” she cocked her head to the side and pursed her lips down at him when he sat back down.

“Hmmm,” Harry toyed with her comment, pretending to pat down his pockets in search for change, “‘Ve only got my undying love and affection and an endless amount of kisses. Will that do?”

“I suppose,” Y/N huffed, leaning in to press her lips chastely against his.

“Okay, let’s see if I got this right,” she directed her attention back to the group as she fished around the bags of food.

“Beef and broccoli for Mitch?” The long-haired, almost-resembling-jesus brunette smirked and nodded as he leaned over to take the white carton from her hands.

“Kung Po chicken with extra sauce for Sarah,” Y/N stated confidently. She knew that one for certain.

Sarah bowed graciously as she swiped a handful of duck sauce from the bag after taking her order from Y/N.

“Hot and Sour soup for Adam and Jeff.” 

She handed Adam the plastic tub of hot liquid as if she was presenting him a sacred piece of treasure and cast Jeff’s soup away dramatically as if to say she was still fake-mad at him for keeping Harry holed up in the studio for long hours and couldn’t care less if he spilled the damn thing in his lap or not.

“You’re too kind,” Jeff scoffed, earning a pointed middle finger in his direction from Y/N.

“And last but certainly not least,” she grabbed the two remaining cartons by the thin metal handles and presented one to Harry, “Veggies for the boy.”

“Thank you, lovie,” Harry responded earnestly as he grabbed utensils for the both of them, chopsticks for him and a fork for her (he’d tried to teach her more times than he could count to use chopsticks properly but she could never quite get the technique down successfully) and dug into the steaming heap of vegetables packed to the brim of the container.

It was peacefully quiet as everyone chowed down on the takeout Y/N had brought in, everyone coming to the realization of how hungry they’d gotten after spending the entire day writing, composing, and recording an album. Harry and Y/N sat on opposite ends of the couch, her feet resting comfortably in his lap.

“Wha’ did you get?” Harry asked through a mouthful of food.

“Rice.”

Harry frowned.

“Just rice?”

“Wasn’t that hungry,” Y/N shrugged, “Plus, I might have eaten the leftover pizza from the other day right before I came.”

“Still. ‘S not good f’ you. Need t’ be eating better than tha’,” the newly short-haired brunette (Y/N may have shed a tear when he told her he was cutting it) gathered an assortment of sauteed vegetables with his chopsticks before leaning over the couch and dangling it above her lips, waiting for her to open her mouth and accept the bite.

She managed to catch it all, sans a thin strip of onion that she quickly slurped up before it fell and wiped the remaining sauce from the corner of her mouth with her knuckle.

“You two disgust me,” Jeff called out from across the room, a scowl adorning his features.

Harry smiled that obnoxiously cheesy shit-eating grin that he had become infamous for having in his manager’s direction, being sure to push the chewed up broccoli to the front of his teeth to only add to Jeff’s so-called repulsion.

“I think you’re just jealous that the attention’s not on you,” Y/N stated matter-of-factly, “I’m carrying precious cargo. It’s part of the job description now.”

She gave a snide and over-dramatised rub over her swollen belly where hers and Harry’s unborn child was nestled conveniently on top of her organs, making it harder and harder to move around and have any kind of energy as of late.

“If I recall correctly, I’m carrying his career. ‘S pretty precious if you ask me.”

With a roll of her eyes, Y/N plopped her half-eaten side of fried rice onto the table in front of her and shifted her body so that she was lying in Harry’s lap, her head resting perfectly where his thighs met his toned, yet somehow still soft tummy. Harry acclimated to her new position with ease, freeing one his hands so he could pet her hair gently.

“What did you guys work on today?” she asked, her fingers slipping under the hem of Harry’s shirt to absent-mindedly rub the sparse strip of hair that trailed down from his navel and disappeared into the waistband of his boxers that were just barely peaking through the top of his jeans - similar to how he stroked her bump when they cuddle in bed at night.

“Finished up the master for Two Ghosts and added the keys to Woman, but tha’s about it. Started playin’ with another one, but I’m not sure that it’s gonna go anywhere.”

“Yeah? Was it the one you were playing for me the other night?”

Harry shook his head through another bite of his food and swallowed.

“Think we’re gonna do tha’ one next week. We were just messin’ ‘round w’ this one. Doubt I’ll ever go back to it after today.”

“Well, can I at least hear it before you scrap it?”

Harry bit the inside of his cheek and peered around the room, trying to locate the hard drive that held all of their practice runs and demos.

“Did they take the laptop when they left?” he asked.

“Nah, it’s still here. Let me go get it,” Jeff promptly shimmied out of his seat, stuffed to the brim with tofu and bamboo shoots that were mixed into his soup, making him move a bit slower than he had earlier.

Whilst Jeff was digging around in the back room in search of the song Harry was almost certain would get lost deep down in the numerous files of unfinished songs and melodies, Y/N tapped Harry’s stomach with her pointer finger to get his attention and opened her mouth, signaling she wanted another bite of his food. He dropped the veggies into her mouth gingerly, making sure to avoid staining his shirt or accidentally dropping a carrot on Y/N’s nose.

“Thank you for comin’. Missed ye’ all day,” Harry spoke in a whisper so that only Y/N could hear him.

“Missed you too,” she mumbled through her chewing, “She doesn’t move much when you’re gone. Think she misses you more.”

In that moment, he was thankful she wasn’t lying on his chest, because she most certainly would have heard his heart combust and scatter like confetti into his gut at the mention of his sweet baby girl that was set to arrive in a few months time.

“’S she kickin’ right now?”

A wide grin appeared on Y/N’s face and she nodded, taking the chopsticks out of Harry’s hand so she could move it down her waist and press it against the underside of her belly where their daughter was seemingly doing summersaults in the presence of her father. 

It always amazed him, each and every time. How there was a human being growing inside of her and he had a hand in creating her. Although he hadn’t met her just yet, he was postive she was the most precious and sweetest creature he’s ever known.

Bursting the sugary sweet bubble they’d trapped themselves in, Jeff arrived promptly with the laptop tucked under his arm. He brought it to life, skimming the dozens of folders within the drive until he found the one he was looking for. 

“Found it!” he announced to the room.

“Alright, let’s hear it.”

As if it would allow her to hear the song more clearly, Y/N lifted her head from Harry’s lap and sat up beside him instead. She leaned against his shoulder, letting her fingers intertwine with the ones attached to his arm that was pressed against hers.

The beginnings of an electric guitar and Harry’s voice filled her ears, Y/N immediately clocking the sound as something unlike anything he had previewed for her thus far. It was heavier, more akin to the style of an actual rockstar that graced stages across the country in tight pants and ooze sex appeal from every pore in their body (not that Harry didn’t already do that). 

Next, she heard the heavy pounding of drums, to which she gave Sarah a raise of her brow and look of approval for her skill. She had absolutely no explanation for the way this song Harry had been so pertinent about tossing in the trash was making her press her thighs together to mediate the heat rising within, but it was there. The dull, persistent throb that made her wish her and Harry were the only ones in the room so that she could straddle him right there on the couch and have her way with him.

Pregnancy hormones. Yeah, that’s what it was. Well, at least that’s what she was telling herself.

And then she heard the chorus.

I’m having your baby. It’s none of your business.

She cut her eyes to Harry, who was undeniably blushing and had his face buried in his free hand as if he was scared to see her reaction. He was smirking underhead his palm, knowing good and well that she was staring at him as the lyrics repeated themselves over and over and over again. When he finally decided to peak through his fingers, he was met with her wide-eyed and stunned expression, to which he burst into a fit of giggles that shook his belly and made his sides ache. Y/N couldn’t help but join in on the laughter, shaking her head at his bluntness, for lack of a better word. 

The song wasn’t long at all as it was clearly choppy and unfinished and a product of Harry, as he’d said in his own words, messing around with his friends. Sure, it needed some cleaning up and could use a bit more substinance, but it was by no means bad or anything worth chucking in her opinion. It was very much a song written about her, so she felt like she could stand confidently by that opinion.

“Well, shit,” Y/N huffed as the instruments came to an abrupt hault and all that was left of the recording were dwindling laughter and shuffles in the background while whoever was in charge of the sound board moved to cut the microphones, “That gets right to the point. Doesn’t it?”

“That’s what we said,” Sarah managed to get out in between wiping the mascara from under her eyes that ran when she was laughing at her dear friend’s reaction.

“I mean, I don’t think it’s bad at all. Needs some cleaning up, but I think you should keep working on it,” Y/N said honestly, prying Harry’s hand from his face so she could kiss him on the cheek.

“Oh, gee. Thanks. Didn’t know you were on payroll as a producer too,” Jeff called out contemptuously.

“Umm, without me, you wouldn’t have half of this album. Think I can say whatever I want about the matter. Thank you very much.”

Harry pressed his lips together and pointed at her with his fingers shaped like a handgun as if to corroborate what Y/N had just said.

“Yeh actually liked it though?” there was a hint of surprise in his voice.

He hadn’t expected that. He’d expected a smack on the chest or a scold, not praise.

Y/N smiled at the bashful boy beside her, picking a piece of fuzz from the collar of his shirt and flicking it off to the wayside.

“’S gonna have everyone’s panties in a bunch, that’s for sure.”

She picked up Harry’s arm and draped it around her shoulder so she could properly snuggle into his side.

“That damn kiwi,” she said with a playful sigh.

“Pardon?” Harry looked down, bewildered, to see Y/N busying herself by gently poking the taut skin of her tummy in attempt to get their baby to poke her back with her tiny hand or foot, there was really no way of telling which was which.

“That’s when I said that to you,” Y/N yawned, “I was craving kiwi and fuming mad because you ate the last one and when you asked why I was so worked up about it, I told you it’s because I was having your baby, but it wasn’t any of your business.”

The recollection immediately dawned on Harry, making him smack his forehead with a closed fist.

“That’s where that came from! I couldn’t remember what happened, but I’ve always thought that was the funniest thing you’ve ever said t’ me.”

“Ehhh, it’s top ten for sure. Wouldn’t say the funniest, but it’s up there.”

Harry rolled his eyes at her indifference, but he won’t lie and say that it wasn’t one of the things he loved about her the most. How even though she can be the biggest pain in his ass, she always finds a way to bring light into his life and make him smile even it seems next to impossible.

“So yeh think it should stay in the running?”

“Definitely. If I wasn’t already pregnant, I’d beg you to put one in me right here in this studio after hearing it,” she said nonchalantly.

Jeff mocked a gagging noise, “I think I’m genuinely going to hurl.” 

“Oh, be an adult for once in your life, Azoff!” Y/N quipped.

Harry stiffled his laughter into her neck, tickling the tiny hairs that rose to goosebumps with each breath he exhaled onto her skin. 

“I don’t think you understand, Y/N. I hear about you two every damn day in this studio. ‘S just like you said, the whole bloody album is about you two not being able to keep your hands off of each other for five seconds. ‘M surprised it’s taken you this long t’ get knocked up.”

Harry remained tight-lipped, having reduced his giggle fit to a minimum as he watched two of the most important people in his life bicker back and forth like children fighting over a toy. He supposes, in this case, he is the toy in question, but it was entertaining nonetheless.

“Gonna make a damn good album, though. Isn’t it?” Y/N’s haughty smirk answered that question all on its own.

[sirensea14]

My Bright Star

Kickin' Chicken x reader [part 3]

>>(Part 1), {part 2}

Summary: You're an orphan child from Playcare who came back to the factory 15 years later after you received a mysterious letter. (Time skip to chapter 3, aftermath the boss fight with catnap)

Warnings: fem!reader or gn!reader (whatever you want it be), fluff and angst, kickin's alive and a bit ooc, mentions of experimentation and laboratory, gore and violence,blood, not proofread so there may be typos and other errors here

A/n: THE... *pant* LAST... *huff* PART... *huff* sorry i delayed this one a bit, supposed ta finish this yesterday but didn't manage to do so. But hey the wait is over now!

You were shook by what happened. You were hyperventilating processing what had happened. Kickin' looked at you with a concerned expression. You were shaking violently. "Hey, y/n. I'm here. Don't worry... I won't leave you." He patted your head, comforting you as the red smoke from the four corridors vanished. You were still shaken from what happened. Your nose picked up the scent around you. The sweet smell of ylang-ylang mixed with Kickin's dried blood. "Hey," Kickin' placed his forehead on yours.

He held the locket on your neck gently, opening it to reveal the picture of you two. He moved his head lightly to have a more closer look to your face and held your hands together.

"You've already done so much

So many lives you've changed

So many souls you've touched..."

He took your chin and made you look up to his face, you protested "But I only--I--I killed them--" you sunk even lower, trying to cover your face with your hands. But kickin' immediately grabbed it away from your face,

"... And in the end, if it's only me you saved..."

you finally looked at him. His wings holding your hands as he brushed his featherd thumb across your fingers. Feeling the same familiar feeling when you were together back then, when he was still Milo. You felt heat rush to your face.

"There's something that I've been dying to say"

You two grabbed each others faces and locked your foreheads together as you sang.

"More than anything, more than anything

Need you to know I love you more than anything"

You two closed your eyes together saying the last word and opened it again,

"More than anything... "

Kickin's left eye turned blank and you closed your eyes. You kissed his beak lovingly. You two then broke apart. Blushing at him, you giggled. "I finally found you... Just not the way I expected you to be." You smiled at him warmly with slight amusement in you eyes.

"What do you mean?" He tilted his head at you whilst his wings holding both of your hands. You briefly looked up, recalling that very thought that made you overthink so much in your life. "I've been waiting for you ever since I got adopted because I wanted to be with you... forever." You looked at him, eyes full if adoration. Kickin' felt heat on his face at your statement. But he immediately fell as he looked down on his body, full of meat and polyester and feathers. You took his face and made him look at you, "Hey, what matters now is that we've found each other. No need to feel so down." you beamed at him, scent of ylang-ylang was already growing stronger at this point. His wide grin lifted a little at you, "Of course, we have each other's arms now." He touched his forehead with yours.

"Say, what is life like outside?" Kickin' asked. He didn't know what the ouside world was since he is now an experiment. "Well, taxes, adulting, work, full of shit actually." You answered nonchalantly.

And that, people, was the time Kickin' is no longer a smiling critter. He is now a frowning critter.

You laughed at his reaction, "Well whatever that is," was all he muttered in your laughing fit. "So, what does... outside look like?" He asked again. You stopped laughing by this time, don't worry. "Well, it has plants, water, the sun, light, uh..." You thought of what else the world has. "--Full of colors. And uh... Delicious food!" You sticked your tongue out at him in a silly way. He smiled at you gently, remembering the time when you were both still in Playcare. You were eating so much cookies made by a Home Economics teacher from the school. He rested his head over his winged hand, "I wonder... what it feels like to live outside..." He looked up at the ceiling, yearning for freedom. You looked at him sympathetically, remembering the fact that he was trapped in this factory for a very long time. "How long... have you been here?"

Kickin' perked up at your question, "Well," he straightened up, "I don't exactly know actually..."

You looked at him, scanning his features. A small amount of smoke was coming from his mouth, just like what Catnap does. But instead of the red bad breath gas, it was the sweet flower scent. You also can't see it much but from what you can gather it has the color of a pale yellow. "I should tell you... Sleep for a while." he whispered, making your eyelids heavy. He had the same ability as Catnap, except his gas was harmless.

"...." You gave in to the scent.

Kickin' looked at you with his eye full of sorrow, "I'm sorry for what you're about to dream..." He said one last time before cuddling you as you slept peacefully.

.....

.....

.....

You fell into a dream, similar to what CatNap did to you in the Counselor's Office. But this time...

Yellow clouds surrounded you,it was a vortex of the flowery scent. "Wah! What is this?" You gasped opening your eyes. You were slowly drifting in the air going forward as a bright light at the end of the tunnel is seen. Your eyes widened, in hopes for it to be your escape.

You meekly held out your hand to reach out the light but quickly retracted it to cover your eyes. Your other hand was gripping at the grabpack handle tightly.

"Hey you!" A boy's voice called. You rubbed you eyes trying to make out what's in front of you. "Playcare?" You head whipped around. It was lively, full of children, full of toys, full of laughter. You brought your attention to a familiar boy in front of... "... Me?" You gasped, perplexed.

Your younger self was standing shyly near a door, "The door to the gas production zone..." A boy was in front of your younger self,"Milo..." You said in nostalgia. He reached out his hand to the child, "Let's be friends!" he grinned at your child version. The two children ran down from the tables where children played pretend tea parties in. You followed them as they ran to the Playhouse.

You remembered you were new at that time, 8 years old. Time has passed so much because now you're a 24 year old with no direction in life. You sank at the thought. After passing the games from the Game Station, you were brought to the cable car, along with the other children, to the butthole of hell. Which of course you only knew of what it is just now because you weren't focusing on your surroundings as a child. And now you came back to the factory only to see this... This horror...

By the time the two children reached the Playhouse, yellow clouds appeared in your vision. Blocking your view from the children, "H-hey!" You were teleported to another memory again. It was night time. Under a tree near the statues of the smiling critter, you saw the two children again. The memory was when Milo gave you the locket. After asking the grown-ups in charge of the picture-taking for school to take a picture of the two of you together, he put it in a locket. "Now, I bought this with someone helping me so shhhh." He whispered and shushed you to keep his secret. The two children giggled. You looked at them with a soft smile, remembering this exact memory in your head. Though, you noticed an employee watching from afar. 'Was he the one who helped him?' You guessed. 'Well, thanks I guess.'you shrugged as he went back to a door.

Your child self held the locket gently, cherishing the gift Milo gave you before you were adopted. Tears suddenly flushed down. "Oh, yeah right. This necklace... was his parting gift for me." You brushed your tears. It was your first gift. He was your first friend. It sucks that you were only together for 2 years... You also remembered that Milo was older by 1 year. "He'd be 25 by now..." you muttered.

Milo held your hands to his face, "I promise, I will find you to the ends of Earth after I get adopted too! And then we will be together again!" He proclaimed. You and your younger self smiled at his enthusiasm. "Hey kids! Time for bed!" Ms. Harper said.

Once again, clouds drifted in your vision. The next memory was quick though as it showed you being picked up by your future parents. Milo was there. Standing with a sad smile. You hugged each other and waved your goodbyes as you went in the cable car. You've never seen him ever since. Then yellow clouds appeared again. "I was 10 when I was adopted... That makes it 15 years? Since I last saw Milo. I wonder why the letter says '10 years' though. Must've been sent with the wrong address along with that creepy VHS tape." you thoughtfully said, cringing at the creepy doll tape.

Then the next memory appeared. This one is unfamiliar. Kickin's voice narrated it all. "I was 11 when you were adopted. I was waiting and waiting and waiting." The memory showed Milo looking out to a window from the Home Sweet Home. It was daytime and he wasn't playing with the other kids. "I was here months before you came. You were the best of friend I could've asked for." Then it changed to when you made your appearance. "I enjoyed our time together. I gave you an old locket from one of the employees and I begged them to take a picture of the two of us. You know theyre were taking a picture of us back then right? I thought it was for school, but it was actually for something else..." the locket memory replayed, you were frozen in place. You couldn't move nor speak. You could only listen. "I was angry that I could only spend 2 years with you." Then it went to you going to the cable car along with your new parents. "I cried and cried and cried. Then the next year, I was picked. Picked for adoption. Everyone was cheering for me." Milo looked happy. Smiling from ear to ear. "But I was WRONG."

The memory then drifted to a dark room. A light flashing open to Milo strapped down to a medical bed. Tools were around him. Doctors and scientists were surrounding him. You couldn't hear him but you could see him screaming for his dear life. Then darkness grew over the lab. Your eyes widened at what you were seeing. Still dead silent from this paralysis. The memory was him in an observation room with one light above him. He wasn't human anymore... His grimly expression facing the mirror where on the other side, the scientist were residing. He had his head low. "So, Experiment [REDACTED], what do you feel?" A scientist asked him from the speakers. He didn't answer. He wasn't moving. Tears welled up. There was a lump in your throat. You couldn't do anything. You wanted to move, you wanted to save him but-- "Y/N... back..."

"I'm sorry, repeat again?" The scientist tapped the papers in hand on his table as he took out his pen. Kickin' Chicken looked up. His eyes hollow with only his glowing white irises. His hollow grin was oozing with black substance. "BRING Y/N BACK TO ME." he then thrashed the observation room, screaming and growling, knocking out the light bulb. He banged at the window where the scientist were but they immediately went out of the room they were in and immediately pushed the alarm button.

Subconsciously, you covered your mouth in horror, staring wide eyed at the scene.

"Then three years in this body..." Blood. Blood was everywhere. Screams, corpses, people running in different directions. Huggy Wuggy, Mommy Long Legs, all of the Smiling Critters. The mini huggies, Bunzo Bunny, PJ Pug-a-pillar, BoxyBoo, Kissy Missy--EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THE TOYS MADE BY PLAYTIME CO. WERE ALIVE. They were killing everyone. Blood spilled, screams filled the air, corpses were thrown everywhere.

The yellow cloud appeared one last time to cover it all.

You were awaken from your sleep. You panted from the nightmare. Seeking Kickin' Chicken for comfort, your hands tried to find him wildly. You were tongue-tied from the vision. He peeked his eyes open and sat up. His head creased inward in worry, he embraced you in a wide hug. "I'm sorry. I had to show you everything." He apologized. You were sobbing on his dried wound. But you were careful enough to not lean on it too hard. "I'm sorry I left you! I shouldn't have go with them! I'm sorry! I'msorryI'msorryI'msorry--"

"Shh..." He hushed you with his feathered finger and held your shoulders, "I'm still alive. I survived PickyPiggy. I went deep down the caverns... after those 10 years of false freedom." He clenched his wing. Angry at what was promised to them wasn't given to them. You leaned again on Kickin', sniffing. You closed your eyes for a bit.

After a moment of silence, you sat up, "We should go. We've been here for too long." you stood up. Kickin', despite wanting to protest, followed your lead. The two of you went down the elevator and you grabbed the large battery to its station. Kickin' looked at the gas was transferred. It was gone by the time you were beside Kickin', "... Let's go." you said solemnly taking the lead. He gave you a worried look but you focused on going to the open door on the left side of the zone. Kickin' crouched as he entered the doorway.

"Good, you're here." Poppy started. "And you've done it again. The impossible. Just like i knew you would. With... a friend." You searched around for any sign of Poppy, but to no avail you couldn't see her. "Catnap's gone... The red smoke is diverted... Everything is falling into place, thanks to you." The seal in front of the two of you opened. "But if we're to keep going then... Then you deserve to have the truth." On your upper right, Poppy emerged from the vent. Kickin' tried to scowl at her but due to his eternal grin he did otherwise. Poppy glanced at Kickin' with a hint of anger before turning her eyes on you, softly "You came back because of your friends. The employees, and the orphans." She brought out a red VHS tape. "You want to know what happened, and why. This...this is your answer." She walked towards the VHS , "We called it 'the hour of joy' " she placed the tape in. Your expression was so grim you couldn't bring yourself to talk. You wanted to say you already saw it, but you were petrified standing.

You watched it again. Black and white, it was a CCTV footage. It was slow. Yet you can see it right in front of your eyes... You breathed heavily as your eyes were on TV. Kickin's concerned touch broke your trance, "Maybe you shouldn't wa--"

"Y/n should." Poppy said firmly. Kickin' would be gritting his teeth right now if he had any.

The melody haunted your ears. It screamed of nostalgia, anger and rebellion.

Finally the tape was finished, Kickin' wasn't looking at the TV this whole time.

"I remember every moment of it. It went so lkng.... So agonizingly long." Poppy said after a moment of silence. "They tried to hide, to run, anything to stay alive... I remember their cries: 'Whats going on?'... 'Why is this happening?'... 'What are those things?' " She added. You blinked, remembering the screams from your dream. "Senseless slaughter, that's all it really was. They killed everyone. The guilty, the innocent, didn't matter. All that death... It didn't fix anything." she hugged herself, clenching her teeth. "And then, once it was all over, they dragged those corpses down below where they'd never be found." She trailed off, " And they... Ate the bodies... To stay alive." A gate on the right side of the lift opens, revealing a familiar pink monster. She calmly walked to Poppy as she talked.

"The Prototype has to die. For this. For everything." Kissy lifter her hands to Poppy. She stepped to her hand as the pink giant carried her to the lift, "... So he's reason why the factory closed, then what are his intentions? Why did he do this?" You asked, with your feet carrying you just outside the lift where Poppy was laid down to. "If you want to continue more, then... You should come with me," you went down the small staircase but a hand grabbed your shoulder. "The Prototype is too dangerous for you, y/n." pleading eyes were telling you to stop. Poppy annoyingly looked at Kickin' Chicken, who returned the look. You simply scoffed, "Heh, me? Too dangerous? Oh stop it, you're making me blush." You brushed his wing off as you hid your face in fake embarrassment in a smug expression. Kickin' simply raised an eyebrow at you and smirked, "Now, cocky are we?" He was flushed. You two were locked in each other's eyes as you two went tomato-heads. Poppy was visibly cringing at the two of you and Kissy was just... Kissy. Smiling and staring intensely with disgust either too visible or not too visible on her face.

Poppy coughed, "Hey, we still have something to do!" She said with a tense smile. "Oh right." You clicked your tongue. "But, I will come with you. You're not separating with me this time." Kickin' stated in determination. You shrugged, "Meh, sure. You can come." You looked at Poppy as if asking 'Can he?' Poppy waved a hand as her permition for him to tag along.

Kickin' grabbed you and jumped to the lift. You then noticed Kickin's wounds, "But will you be okay with those?" you pointed at the gashes of claw on his torso and his right eye. "Oh this?" He reached for his right eye, "Don't worry about me. I can still fight for you." you relaxed, sighing. You didn't realize you were tense this whole time.

Poppy looked at you both, concern visible on her porcelain face. Then she turned to Kissy, "Soon as we reached the bottom, we'll send fhe lift back up. Just hold tight okay?" The giant nodded with a down attitude. She walked to the lever near Catnap's cutout. You moved a little bit to let Kickin' take a seat. He needed a rest even if those wounds have dried.

"After you." The lift then started to go down.

"Alright. Once we hit the ground, we need to be cautious, theres something-" screaming and biting sounds cut off Poppy. You tried to look up but you couldn't see what's outside due to the lift slowly descending. Kickin' couldn't stand since the space was getting a bit small for him.

"What? Whats she doing?" She tilted her head, "... This isn't-No, no no... NO!" The doll sweated bullets with panic in her voice. "We're coming! Just hold on!" Poppy frantically pressed the button. You fired your grabpack to the lift, trying to push it away. Kickin' tried to press the lift's seal up, but light enough to not break it. However, he couldn't exert much force due to the tightening space and his wounds. His sitting position was giving him sharp pains, his hisses were the proof of it.

The screaming continues and Poppy was hyperventilating. You and Kickin' were trying to lift the cover up but it was no use. The lift's lid was slowly going down to cover the three of you, "C'mon cmon! Go faster! Kissy!" She cried. The lift was sealed.

End.

A/n: thank y'all for reading this! I honestly didn't expect that people were reading this that anon asks were sent to me for the progress! 😭 Well, this is it. The end. I enjoyed writing this, i seriously love this chicken sm XD What do u guys think of this silly one-shot? Was it good or was it bad? Iwjenndndb Welp, i tried my writing skills here, that's all i could say. Ta-ta!

[etherealhood]

The Lucky One

author: @etherealhood

word count: 3,057

warnings: so fluffy, lil bit of angst if you squint

a/n: alright guys lemme just say that dad!calum is literally my favorite concept, so i was so compelled to write this! thank you to my favorite lady, @h0tsos for being an angel and letting me ruin her with some fluff! enjoy!

pairing: calum hood x reader

Getting comfortable when you’re seven months is probably the most unlikely thing to happen. But as she sat on the couch, her legs stretched out into her husband’s lap, his hands rubbing at her swollen feet while her little ones cuddled into her sides, she was practically thanking the heavens for giving her any kind of relief.

For the first time in weeks, she wasn’t cursing her husband for having such a high sex drive and being so adamantly against condoms. Right now, everything was so perfect. The love of her life was touching her so tenderly, her daughter’s head on her chest while her son laid his head on her stomach. Duke, their dog, slept soundfully on his bed in the corner of the room. She found her stomach fluttering at the idea of having another baby added to the equation in just a few short months.

With a content smile on her lips and her eyes on the movie that played on the television, she suddenly felt a rhythmic series of twitches coming from the top of her swollen stomach. A distinct jab was felt on her right side, close to where her daughter, Avalon’s tiny hand rested.

The little girl’s head snapped down towards the movement she felt before looking at her mother with wide eyes. The five year-old’s lips parted as she furrowed her eyebrows, looking just like her dad when he was confused. “Mommy?” Avalon’s worried voice prompted both Calum and their son, Niko, to look at the two girls.

“Hey, it’s okay, sweetheart.” Y/N said softly, running her fingers through Avalon’s long and curly hair. The little dog who’d been sleeping walked over to the little girl when he heard the distress in her voice, hoping to give her some comfort as he plopped down next to her, laying his head on her knee.

“Are you okay?” Avalon asked, biting her bottom lip nervously.

Before she could say anything else, another butterfly-in-the-stomach sensation jostled in her belly and this time Niko was just as confused as his twin. His brown eyes were swirling with a puzzled look and he sat up, no longer laying parallel to his mother’s body. “Did we hurt you, Mama?” He asked, his voice trembling. “Why’s your tummy moving?”

“No, I’m alright, babies.” Y/N cupped Niko’s cheek and stroked his cheekbone with her thumb, doing the same to her daughter. She looked from the innocent and concerned faces of her children to the knowing one of her husband. He smiled at her, an amused chuckle falling from his lips. She looked back to Avalon and Niko.

Calum cleared his throat before speaking, his little ones looking at their father for help. “That movement that you feel, it’s the baby in Mommy’s tummy. She’s kickin’ around in there.”

“Why? Does she not like Mommy?” Niko asked, tilting his head curiously.

Calum laughed once more and shook his head. “No, buddy. The baby loves Mommy, just like you, me, and Av do.” He kept his hand on his wife’s shin, his thumb subconsciously rubbing her smooth skin.

“Then why does she kick her?” Avalon spoke up, her hand pulled to her chest as she looked nervously at her mother’s stomach. “That’s not very nice.”

“She’s kicking because she’s happy. You know, she really likes when you talk to her.” Y/N explained, pressing the tips of her fingers around her belly to see if she could get a better feel of the kicks.

Niko raised an eyebrow, looking between his mother and father before whispering, “She can hear us?”

“Pretty cool, huh, Niko?” Calum asked with the biggest smile on his face. Niko’s own smile grew as he nodded. “Wanna see something?” He asked the twins, to which they eagerly nodded. Y/N had a feeling of what he wanted to show them so she turned to put her feet on the ground as her husband kneeled before her, Niko and Avalon watching from their seats on the couch.

Calum’s large hands went to her belly, his fingers lifting up her t-shirt to reveal his wife’s swollen stomach, her belly button poking out. Avalon giggled. “Look at Mama’s belly button!” Both of their children laughed at the silly little detail, making their parents smile fondly to themselves.

As he cupped her stomach with his large and warm hands, Calum’s wedding ring was cool against her skin. He looked up at the love of his life, his eyes on her face as she watched his hands on her stomach before looking back at him.

They shared a moment of silence between them. The sparkling look of devotion in their eyes saying something that simply didn’t need words to be conveyed. Her hands came down on top of his, her fingers lacing with his as he moved his hands up her stomach.

He leaned in to her body, his mouth inches away from her pregnant belly. All while keeping his eyes on hers, he began speaking to their child. “Hi, little one. It’s Daddy.” He said, immediately feeling the jostle of his daughter under his touch. The baby was big enough at this stage in her pregnancy that the baby’s kicking could be seen by the movement under her skin.

Y/N looked to her children and felt her heart swell as the awe that was etched across their nearly identical faces. From the day they were born, she’d been saying how glad she was that they looked so much like Calum. They were his carbon copies with their dark curls, their little noses, their brown eyes, and those heart-warming smiles that she had such a hard time saying ‘no’ to. She was hoping more than anything that the one residing inside of her would be just like the three people she loved most in the whole world.

“You know, your brother and sister are here, sweetheart. You gave them quite a scare when you started kicking Mama.” He chuckled, his happiness bursting from him at the kicks his unborn daughter made against his palms. “But I know that they’re so excited to meet you, they can’t wait for you to finally be here. And Mama and I can't wait to meet you. I love you, darling.”

“Can I say something, Daddy?” Niko asked, Calum nodding in return, moving away so his son could get close. He looked up at his mother, his brown eyes meeting hers as he set his hands on her tummy as Calum had been doing moments ago. She nodded encouragingly, giving him a gentle, reassuring smile.

He sighed before smiling to himself. “Hi, baby. I‘m Niko and I’m really excited to meet you. I’m gonna be the bestest big brother ever and I’ll share my toys with you all the time! I love you so much.” He said, tapping his fingers against his mom’s belly, feeling the baby’s feet move under his hand. He gasped and looked at Y/N. “That was so cool.”

“My turn!” Avalon exclaimed, slightly shoving her brother out of the way as she took his spot, putting her hands where his once were. As if she was realizing that she didn’t know what to do, she looked over at her father who was now holding Niko in his lap. She pouted, scrunching up her eyebrows and jutting out her lips like Calum had done many times before. “Daddy, I don’t know what to say.”

“That’s okay, sweetheart. Just introduce yourself and tell her you love her.” He suggested. “Say whatever you want.”

“Anything?” Avalon quirked an eyebrow.

Calum chuckled before nodding. “Anything.”

Avalon’s confident smile came back to her mouth, a fond gleam in her eyes as she looked at her mother’s stomach. “Okay, well, I’m Avalon. I like cookies and chicken nuggets, and I hope you do, too.” She said, her parents laughing at the unexpected things she said. They should’ve known that she’d say something like that, but in the moment, it was something they were not expecting. Their daughter continued on. “I’m gonna be your sister. And I love you already.”

Y/N felt her baby shift around again, her daughter beaming at the sight and feel. “You can kiss my belly if you want, my love.” Avalon leaned in and planted her lips on Y/N’s skin, leaving a bit of a slobbery kiss in her wake.

“Ooh! My turn!” Niko said, jumping off of Calum and onto the ground, getting on his knees. He left a sweet peck to the right of his mother’s belly button, genuinely surprised when he felt the unborn child kick up where he’d kissed. His eyes were wide and he laughed. “Whew. That was kinda scary, baby.”

“She did it because she loves you, Niko.” Y/N told him, smiling as he climbed back up on the couch and cuddled into her side. He wrapped his left arm around her front, leaning his head against her warm chest.

She felt her heart melt at how cuddly and sweet her little boy was. “I love you, Mama.”

“I love you, Niko. So so much.”

“Mommy, I love you, too.” Avalon whispered as she closed her eyes tiredly while laying against Calum’s chest.

Y/N planted a kiss on Avalon’s cheek. “I love you to the moon and back, Av.”

Niko tightened his hold on his mother as his eyes started drooping in exhaustion. She pressed a kiss to the top of his head as he yawned. “Come on, let’s get you two to bed.”

The family of four turned off the tv, Niko and Avalon in Calum’s arms as they all went up the stairs, their little dog hot on their heels. The parents took the twins to their room, laying them down in their separate beds. Calum kissed Avalon on the forehead, telling her how much he loved her before doing the same to Niko. Duke tiredly jumped up onto his bed, laying at his feet.

“Mommy, can we talk to the baby tomorrow?” Avalon’s sleepy voice asked. Y/N was sitting on the edge of her bed as she nodded, pushing a stray curl out her daughter’s face and behind her ear, cupping the child’s cheek in her palm.

“Only if you, Niko, and Daddy make me pancakes in the morning.” She whispered, relishing in the laugh that came from not only her daughter, but her husband as well. Avalon nodded and agreed to the deal. “Alright, get some sleep, Av.” Y/N gave Avalon a quick kiss on the nose before Calum grabbed her hand, helping her off the bed, the two of them walking towards the door and turning off the light.

Calum closed the door behind them and they made their way down the hall to their bedroom. Y/N pulled off her pajama shorts and her shirt before she crawled into bed, laying on her left side and waiting for Calum to lay down with her. She felt the bed dip behind her and his arm immediately wrapped around her body, one of his hands on her round stomach, tracing shapes on her skin. His body pressed against hers, his bare chest warm against her back and his legs tangled with hers.

“I can’t wait for you to have this baby.” He whispered, his stubbled chin scratching at the skin of her neck. She hummed and leaned back against him, her hand lacing with Calum’s on her tummy.

“Me too.” She sighed contently, closing her eyes. “You think the twins are excited?”

Calum smiled to himself, kissing his wife’s earlobe. “Definitely. They’re gonna be great with her.” His stomach fluttered at the thought of his growing family. He often found himself thinking how lucky he was to have found someone that he loved unconditionally.

Sometimes he’d just watch her and admire every little thing she was and every little thing she did. Because before her, he’d never been so infatuated with a single person. He never found himself with a rapid heart beat just at the sensation of lips slanting over his unless they were her lips. He never found himself with an empty feeling in the pit of his stomach when he had to pull away from a warm body in the morning unless it was her that had been pressed up against him all night. He was never left with goosebumps when fingertips gently grazed over his caramel skin unless it was her touch.

And sometimes he was so sure that his life was a dream. He was sure that he’d be woken up any minute and be drastically disappointed when he realized that he didn’t have his stunning partner laying her head over his heart as she slept or their beautiful children down the hall ready to raise some hell for the day. But then she touched him and anchored him back down into reality, reminding him that this was all real and that he was truly just that lucky.

Without her, without their family, he wasn’t sure where he’d be, who he’d be. Y/N, Avalon, and Niko were absolutely everything to him and he’d rather die than get a glimpse of what his life would have been like without them. So when he was woken up in the mornings to his look-alikes jumping on the bed and disturbing the serene moment that he and his wife shared, he wasn’t upset. He thanked whatever or whoever was listening for giving him absolutely everything he never knew he wanted.

With this in mind, he tightened his hold on Y/N, squeezing her hand and nuzzling his face into her shoulder. She stroked her thumb over his DSH tattoo, the metal of his silver bracelet cold against her skin. “You alright, baby?” She whispered, her voice sweet and full of genuine concern at him tensing up.

He was silent for a moment. “I never knew I could feel like this.”

“What do you mean?”

“I just… I never want to let go of what we have. I’m so happy, Y/N. I’ve never been so happy. You and our babies make me so happy. I’m so scared that I’m gonna lose it one day.”

Y/N turned over, laying on her back as she looked up at Calum, who was now resting his head on his left hand. He looked down at her, his fingers moving towards her face to gently trail over her cheek, his thumb tracing her oh so soft lips. “You make us so happy, Cal. You know that, right?”

He licked his lips and frowned, shrugging in response. “I don’t know. I’m just not here all the time and sometimes I feel like you guys deserve better than me. Like you deserve a better man than me.” He mumbled, watching as his hand cupped her cheek.

Her hand went over his, her fingers wrapping around his. The wedding ring she wore on her left hand glistened, catching his eye. She turned her head and kissed the heel of his palm. “You are the man of my dreams and I know with all my heart that there will never be another man who can love us like you do.” She said, her voice lowering as she emphasized her next words. “Who could love me like you do. Calum, I love you so much that it’s impossible to even breathe when you’re not here.”

Calum’s eyes visibly watered at the words he knew to be true and he closed his eyes before he leaned into her, his forehead resting against hers, nose nuzzling with hers. His lips grazed over her own as he spoke. “I’m so in love with you.” He pressed his lips to hers, putting all of the devotion in his heart into the way he kissed her. He fell in love with the magical taste she left seeping into his skin. He kissed her and God, he swore he could taste the next sixty years of his life.

Y/N’s eyelashes fluttered against his cheeks, lightly tickling his cheeks. She wrapped an arm around his shoulder, her fingers combing through the silky curls in the back of his head. Her leg hooked over his waist, pulling him closer into her body—well as close as she could being 30 weeks pregnant. She pulled his lip between her teeth, making him utter a breathy groan from the back of his throat. 

As he moved to hover over her, his hands pressing into the pillow on either side of her head, his stomach pressed to hers. He parted her mouth with his, before allowing their tongues to find one another. With his body pressed against hers, he suddenly felt a jostle beneath him, a movement from her stomach kicking him in the abdomen.

His lips pulled off of hers and he looked down between them where the kick had come from. With a laugh, he looked back up at his wife. She smiled brightly at him, her lips swollen as she parted, clearly breathless from his kiss. “I think she wants to say that she loves you, too, Cal.” She said to him.

“Well, I love her so much more.” He told her before moving down her body, laying next to her stomach. His hand pressed against her belly, to the right of her bulging belly button. “I can’t wait to meet you, Leia.”

“Leia?” Y/N asked, her fingers running through his hair, fingernails gently scratching at his scalp.

Calum smiled bashfully and nodded. “I think it suits her, don’t you?” She pulled him back up towards her and kissed him softly, her hand holding his strong jaw. He chuckled and looked unto her eyes fondly. “I’ll take that as a yes?” His brow raised in question.

“It’ll be a yes if you keep me warm all night long.” She teased him with a smirk, turning on her side once more. He agreed with yet another laugh and pressed his body back into hers, spooning her. His hand went to her stomach again and another kick pressed to his palm.

“That can be arranged, my love.” He whispered in her ear, kissing her bare shoulder. His wife was quick to fall asleep and all Calum was left to do was hold her, knowing he was the luckiest man alive.

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[disastrousbarnes]

Not without you (5)

Pairing: (Dad) Steve Rogers x Reader, (past) Bucky x Reader

Warning: swearing(?)

Summary: Ever since Steve lost Angela he hasn’t been the same, live hasn’t been the same. The only reason he was still doing this was for his kids, because they need him. So when a new chance at love comes on his path, will he take it? Will either of them take it?  

Authors note: Hi it took me a while to write this and I am not sure if I like it.... 

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Wordcount: 1828

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Chapter 5: Stark Tech Weapon Program (S.T.W.P)

//Flashback//

“Stevie? …Jesus Steve are you okay?”

“Yes I am fine Buck”

“Then why on earth are you crying?”

“I got in”

“Got in?”

“You know that art program I applied for? I got in!”

“That’s great, Steve, but these don’t exactly look like happy tears to me”

“It’s in … It’s in San Francisco”

“San Francisco…. That’s the other side of the country” Bucky’s voice was soft, barely there, but his face spoke volumes; He was sad, heartbroken even.

Seeing his best friend like that made Steve want to stay. Just call the university and tell them he won’t take it. He can’t take it, not if it meant hurting Bucky, leaving Bucky.

-

“You have to go” Bucky said, his voice was stern, he wasn’t going to change his mind.

Steve however had always been stubborn, extremely stubborn, “Buck you can’t tell me what to do. I want to stay. I won’t leave you alone.”

Bucky shook his head and placed his hands on Steve’s small shoulders. “C’mon Stevie, you have to do this. Live a little, learn about something you’re passionate about. Make new memories, see new things.”

God damnit Bucky, Steve thought, resting his head against the hand on his shoulder. “I’ll go,” He agreed, the hesitation clear in his voice. Was this really what he wanted? “But promise me we’ll stay in touch.”

Bucky grinned, “Yeah of course Punk. I expect a call every other day, gotta make sure you’re still kickin’ “

Steve just nodded, decently sure that if he opened his mouth again he’d cry like a little baby.

Leaving Bucky behind, was by far the hardest decision Steve has made in his whole 19 years of living.

//End Flashback//

Steve couldn’t shake the thoughts of Bucky, especially not his death.

That is how he ended up spending his entire day researching the Stark tech weapon program (S.T.W.P).

  He even took some notes:

Turns out the program was set up by New York natives Tony Stark and James Barnes.

                            So Bucky helped set up the project that ended up leading to his death?

It was set up with the intention of creating fast, efficient, military grade weapons.

           This doesn’t even sound like something Bucky would ever want to be involved in.

The weapon part of the program is strictly created and used within military basis’ and war territory. For every weapon created 200% of the money used to make it is donated to a V.A organization ran by ex-air force member, Sam Wilson. This organization helps  veterans all over the country rebuild their life.

                  Now that sounds like something Bucky would be involved in, helping others.

Suddenly he realized something, Sam Wilson, that is the same Sam Wilson he met the other night, it must be. How else could he know all about Bucky’s death. Also how big is the chance of Bucky knowing and working with two Sam Wilson’s.

After careful consideration he decided to send Sam a text, see if he wanted to hang out sometimes. Wilson had told him that ‘a friend of Bucky’s is a friend of his’, after all.

SR: Hey Sam, Steve here! Was wondering if you’d like hangout sometime?

SW: Jo, of course man. I can do dinner tonight. The missus is away 😉

SR:You could have dinner here, do have kids here though…..

SW: I have kids around always, any excuse not to cook is great. Just send me your address.

Dinner was not what Steve had in mind, at all, but having a little adult company around wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.

 By the time Sam arrived Steve was sitting on the couch, beer in hand.

Peggy was standing in the kitchen, instructing the younger kids to make the table. She herself was tending to the food.

Steve felt like a worthless parent for allowing his kids to take care of everything. Again. But when Peggy came home from picking up the kids and offered to take over, it just felt so easy. Steve couldn’t help himself. He just let her.

The doorbell rang, pulling Steve from his self-deprecating thoughts. He hoisted himself from the couch and went to open the door. When he got there Jazz was already standing in the door opening.

“Hey, my name is Jasmine, but everyone calls me Jazz. You must be Sam. Dad’s friend!” She said, holding her hand out to the man.

Sam’s eyes met Steve’s, he laughed, taking her hand. “Yeah, I’m Sam. Nice to meet you kid.”

Dinner went by smoothly. Sam was, to Steve’s surprise, really good with kids. The two of them were sitting on the porch swing, drinking a beer. Sam had done the dishes, claiming it was the least he could do, especially since they made him such an amazing dinner.

“Did you make the food?” Sam asked, slowly rocking the chair back and forth with his legs.

Steve shook his head, “My eldest, Peggy, did.”

Sam leaned in. “Well Steve, I was afraid that that was the case so I said nothing, but that is perhaps the blandest, most tasteless chicken I have ever had.” The tone in which he said it implied it was a secret.

This caused Steve to breakout in laughter. “I thought you found it an amazing dinner.”

“That’s what you say when someone cooks you dinner. It’s the nice thing to do.”

“Well thanks for not breaking my kid’s heart.” Steve said and winked.

“Steven Rogers, are you flirting with me?” Sam said, adding a fake gasp for drama.

The comment made Steve almost choke on his beer. “You wish.”

“Sure wouldn’t mind.”

“You…” Steve wasn’t sure how to ask this question. “You swing… that way?”

Now Sam was the one laughing. “If you’re asking if I am gay? Then yes.”

Well Steve sure didn’t see that one coming. He had secretly been thinking that Y/N and Sam were together. So right now he was really happy he didn’t ask that question.

“You got a problem with that?” Sam asked when Steve stayed silent.

Steve was quick to shake his head. “No ofcourse not, Peggy and James are both gay. Well James is bi, which mean he likes boys and girls, atleast I think it does. Any way I don’t have a problem with it. It’s just that I- I thought that you and- You and Y/N were together, maybe.” He said, stumbling over his words as he way going way to fast.

“Dude calm down. I was just messing with you.” Sam had put his hand on Steve’s shoulder, in an attempt to get him to slow down. “Also, me and Y/N? Really you think I would date my best friends widow? That’s not an okay move.”

For some odd reason that last comment stung Steve, way more than it should. I mean it isn’t like he was dating Y/N or even wanted too, right?. So why did it offend him so much? Perhaps because Sam called Bucky his best friend. Yeah maybe that was it.

[moccahobi]

Hot And Cold [Jungkook x Reader] College AU!

Summery: Cheesy pick up lines. Generally they’re used by someone suave and cool, but what happens when the person using them just seems to fail time and time again to be anything but a stuttering mess?

“Fat penguin!” Jungkook shouted at you, his large build putting you in shadow as his cheeks grew a deep red color.

“What did you call me?” You asked, more confused than anything as this model-looking man started to stutter out an answer, his face paling by the second, “I-I-I don’t m-me-mean to say t-that you’re fat. N-no! I- A fat p-pen-penguin would break the i-ice… I wanted t-to ta-- nevermind. B-bye.” He stuttered out before bolting out of your college’s courtyard. You stayed sitting in your chair with a friend from your Philosophy and Star Trek class, stunned. Who ever that was… you’ve never seen someone change so suddenly.

“What just happened?” You tried to laugh awkwardly but instead a strangled grunt came out as you curled up into a ball on the lawn chair.

“I-I don’t know, but I… I don’t know… I’ll have to see.” Namjoon mumbled, “I will say, I’ve never seen Jungkook act like that.”

“Wait- that’s Jungkook? I always thought that from you guys had described him he was like a prepubescent baby.” You said, shocked that that god-like man was the “prick” who always cancel last minute when it came to movie marathons with you.

“That’s how we see him, but he’s only one grade below us, remember that as well.”

“You see this shirt?! It’s boyfriend material!” He randomly blurted out at you when you opened your apartment door to the four boys joining you and your roommate for the Mexican telenovela marathon (as part of your plan to watch a ton of different genres from around the world) before shoving past you and curling up in a ball on the couch, neck beet red.

“Don’t mind him, Y/n-ah… he’s still in the stage where he thinks girls have cooties.” Jimin smiled broadly, patting you on the back before making a b-line to our kitchen pantry where he knew you had stored spicy ramen and cheese just for him.

“I found this one movie called Coco! It’s by Pixar and it’s bound to be great!” Hoseok shouted as he set the dvd down on the tv stand.

“Awww… I’m sorry, Hoseok-sshi, but that’s an American animation. Telenovelas are like noon k-dramas with better cinematography and a worse plot and they’re in spanish. Besides, we already have enough, but let’s save that for the animation’s of America, k?” Your roommate, Jae-eun, sang as she curled into the rocking chair with your only fluffy blanket.

“But I rented it!!!”

“Then we’ll just have to watch it tomorrow morning when we get breakfast, eh?” You asked, dragging a bean bag from your room and sitting down close to the tv.

“How can you sit so close to the tv, Y/n? It seriously makes no sense. I mean haven’t you ever heard of the wives tale that it’ll ruin your eyesight?” Jin scolded, rubbing your head roughly as you laughed.

“Eh. They call ‘em wives tales for that exact reason. They’re fake. Now… let’s see if Eduardo gets MARIA AND IF MARIA GETS WITH EDWARDO’S BROTHER-”

“What the hell are telenovelas!?”

“This is the first episode! I DON’T KNOW!”

You were late to bowling. You had promised to be there on time, but one thing lead to another and your lab partner for chemistry took an extra hour to complete the paper YOU WROTE MOST OF. You bumped into the front desk well aware that you most likely looked like a cracked out crazy person as you gasped for air as somehow wheezed out your shoe size. Before you knew it you were slowly walking over towards your friends when you noticed something, “Yeah! Our Jungkookie is too good to be competing against us!” “He really should join the bowling club!” “With this skill he could probably beat a good dad!” “If only he was this good with girls!”

“Just you wait!” Jungkook said, a splitting grin on his face, “Soon my skills will be better than Jimin’s butt!” He caroled as you got closer

“Jungkook-ah, no thing is better looking than Jimin’s butt.” You joked, winking at the boy as you sloughed on the seat and started to fix your hair.

“Then you clearly haven’t looked in the mirror lately!” He suddenly yelled, eyes bugging out of his head as he dropped to bowling ball onto his foot before howling in pain.

“A-are you ok?” You raced up to him, grabbing his shoulder and trying to look him straight in the eye, deciding to ignore the comment he made earlier as your soon-to-be, hopefully med student kickin in.

“I-I-I… yeah.”

“Maybe we should just have Y/n over every time we bowl with our Jungkookie! He can’t do squat around her!”

You were silently working in a cafe near you, computer battery at halfway just like your now lukewarm coffee when a large crash came from right in front of you. Your head shot up, heart racing, when your eyes landed on the one and only Jeon Jungkook, who every. single. time you’ve tried to talk to him or even are in the same general space as him he spits out some stitty pickup line before freezing up… it’s been an entire semester now, and halfway through you just tried to ignore him because while he might look like he was carved from stone by Michelangelo, he has no manners at all and you’ve never able to get more than two words in.

“See?!? I’ve scraped my knees falling for you!” He blurted out for the entire cafe to hear, eyes soft and face now a light shade of pink as he scrambled over to you and shrunk as much as he could into the chair in front of you.

“What the actual fuck? I know you’re socially awkward around me or something, but please don’t blurt that stuff out so randomly. It’s weird.” You cried, head falling loosely onto your laptop.

“I-I-I-I… sorry. I-I you’re ju-- just so pretty and cool wh-when my hyungs talk to you and… and I kinda got a cr-crush on you-- b-but it’s like… I’ve never talked to someone as cute as you and-- fuck what am I saying.” At this you lifted your head up slightly to look at him, eyes tired and mind slow from finals.

“What did you just say?”

“I-I have a c-crush on you?”

“Well shit! Why haven’t you asked me out yet?” You blurt out, straighten up and laughing quietly.

“I have tried to but… I’ve always chickened out. Wait-- would say yes if I did?”

“Of course! Have you looked in the mirror? Plus, from what I saw at the bowling alley, when you aren’t freezing up, you’re quite hilarious… plus I might have stalked your social medias after we first met.”

“Well then close your computer! This is our first date!”

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[sirensea14]

My Bright Star

Kickin' Chicken x reader {part 2}

>>(Part 1) , [part 3]

Summary: You're an orphan child from Playcare who came back to the factory 15 years later after you received a mysterious letter. (Time skip to chapter 3, the part where you fight catnap)

Warnings: gn!reader or fem!reader (whatever you want it be), fluff and angst, kickin's alive and a bit ooc, violence, blood, not proofread so there may be typos and other errors here

A/n: im honestly happy you guys are reading this shit😭 even if its a bit badly written! Here's part 2! I tried my best to narrate the boss battle in my own words. Hope you enjoy... You're up for one hell of a ride.

"Huff... Huff... That was... close! Damn that cat, you need a dental hygienist!" You panted after going through that hell of batteries and red smoke, pinching your nose from the gas. "And of course, I won't volunteer to be one." You sneered, brushing dust off of you.

You immediately went out of the Counselor's Office, but you paused at the door thinking about that dream. You were left hanging with so many questions to ponder about. In your train of thought, Kickin' flew to you and greeted you with a hug. Suprised by his move, you snapped back to reality and returned the hug. "I'm glad you came back in one piece, y/n." He smiled at you warmly.

"Oh was there ever a time I wasn't able to?" You chuckled, looking away from him awkwardly. Sarcasm was making its way into you. Kickin' was deadpan but laughed after a few seconds. You followed his chittering.

"Hey, uh, something's gone wrong. Grab the cord from the Counselor's Office and plug it in underneath the statue!" Ollie called. Ugh, of course he'll be calling. But you have no right to object, he's one of the only few sane people here after all. "We need to reach 100%!"

"Oh yeah, right! Got it." You snapped your fingers, " Goodluck." you went back to the building, grabbed the cord, and pulled it to the statue. "Okay, what was that goodluck for?" You whispered to yourself, Kickin' was behind you watching the surroundings in case something attacks.

"Wait here." You told Kickin' as you reached the door under the statue. He nodded and looked out to the darkness, his eyes glowing fiercely.

You plugged the cord, "96%, just a little bit more," just then, you heard a sound of a key dropping. "A poppy key? For wha--oh." The poppy circuit box, of course. You then went outside and ran towards that circut box. Kickin's footsteps thumping behind. You opened the metal case and pulled out the cord, running back to the statues, you felt a slight chill ran down your spine. You paused for a moment, "What's wrong?" Kickin' asked, "Nothing. Just... I feel like something bad's gonna happen." You reckoned. Kickin' warily looked at Playcare, his eyes searching out for possible predators.

You then continued to go and left the bird yet again outside. You finally plugged in the cord. "And, a hundred perce--!" your face fell deadpan as your triumph was interrupted by Ollie's call, "Okay, that should be enough power. Now take the huge batter to the gas production zone." You looked around spot where Ollie gives you the keys, a large battery glowing blue sat there. " So we can get out of here! It's the door by the cable car you arrived on. Goodluck." The call ended. "Yeah, yeah, Ollie. I know where it is." You muttered, carrying the large heck of a battery. "And that 'goodluck' was uncalled for," walking outside, you saw Kickin' who immediately took the battery from you and walked with you to the gas production zone. "Let me help you with that."

This time, instead of Kickin' waiting outside the door, he crouched himself to go in. "I'm going with you."

"Naw! Don't worry, KC. This is just the gas production zone. No need to worry here. I'm just gonna power up the gas and transfer it to the other tube. That simple!" you reassured him but the rooster clearly wasn't convinced. He kept a raised an eyebrow at you which deflated you. "Sigh... Fine then." You also had a feeling something's up to something anyway.

The two of you proceeded in the Gas Production Zone, "Alright. Gimme the battery." Kickin' handed it to you as you grabbed it using your grabpack. You walked towards the battery socket, Kickin's feather crown raised, alarmed at the surroundings. He hissed at the eerie feeling he's having, "Hm? What's wrong, KC?" You looked back at him, he's looking straight at you. "Uh, kickin', you're scaring me with that look..." something isn't right. You went back to walking to the socket. Kickin' wasn't looking at you, he was looking at something else...

The moment you almost inserted the battery is when CatNap appeared at the door, breathing his red smoke. You coughed, "Gah! What the hell!" Immediately you heard deep crowing sounds behind you, a mix of rooster crowing and a mosnter growling.

Catnap came into vision in a form way more terrifying than he should be. You fell down as fear came crawling through your feet. He walked towards you, each step intimidating than the last. Before he can swipe his claws at you, Kickin' Chicken immediately striked his talons on Catnap's face, earning a yowl from the beast. You immediately stood up as he bought you time to run into the elevator. Amidst of the red mist you saw the two monsters fighting at each other. Growling and crowing and hissing. Fighting each other with each swipe of their claws, blood poured out of them.

You went in the elevator, pressing the button to go up. The two disappeared in the mist but as you sought retreatment in the lift, Catnap appeared in front you. He glared at you with eerie eyes and you took in his frightening form. Skeletal and colorless. Faces and hands were carved on his body, moving and bubbling creepily.

You reached the top of the lift. You panted in a bit of relief of the experience, but worried for kickin'. "No... I... I can't go back. I'm sorry." Tears welled down on your cheeks," I'm sorry, Milo." You sniffed, brushing your tears off. You walked to the red smoke-infested area. "What now?" you protested, seeing a terminal and 4 battery stations. You looked at the monitor and read, "'This room can protect you. It was a safe room before. And it might be what saves you now. Familiarize yourself with it.' Oh no. What am I going to go through now?" You gasped. But you did as you were told, exploring the area. "A gate, a blocked path which I can access through the purple hand. 4 corridors for what? And... a trapdoor?" You listed. Jumping the platforms, opening and closing the gate,you listened to an eerie black VHS tape with what appears to be the 'Prototype' or 1006. You've heard of him numerous times, it was eerie that such an entity exists. And he can change voices! You felt a chill down your spine after watching the tape.

You went back to the terminal and saw the monitor's message changed. " 'The room should still have batteries. Use them to power whatever you need to in the room.' " you scanned the room with batteries scattered around you.

" 'To the left and right side of the room, in both the front and back, there should be small acloves with terminals ready for a charge. See for yourself.' " you hoped this nightmare is about to end. You switched your purple hand to a green hand and activated the receivers. It released steam thick enough to conceal the red gas from the front corridors.

" 'With a battery placed in the receiver, the charge will allow the continuous release of steam. See for yourself.' " again, you tested the back corridors by placing a battery in each of the two sockets. Steam emerged from above.

" 'Place a battery in one of the four receivers behind this terminal. Be alert. CATNAP IS NEAR.' " you read in alarm. "Fuck NO!" You yelled at the monitor. But against your will, you put a battery in one of the terminal's socket.

" 'Time remaining: 180... 179... 178...' " you panicked, your eyes darting around the room in trepidation. "... 176... 175-- *gasp!!* " your head whirled at the back corridor. You looked back and forth to wherever the footsteps were coming from. "L-light!" You switched to your orange hand and fired at the right back corridor. "Did that... work?" Footsteps reverberated in the room, but this time it's on the front corridors. You fired again, hearing something from afar. You charged your green hand and jumped to the blocked room with the two receivers. Activating it, steam was released. Catnap was forced to back down against the steam. You jumped down breathing heavily. "So this is where the battle begins... This is it... I'm scared..." you muttered to yourself. But you remembered Kickin'--rather, Milo, who was left behind. You felt bad for leaving him... "No--I'm not gonna die here!" You said in wavering determination. "Not at this time--" footsteps interrupted you. Doing the same thing, you fired at the 4 corridors, listening to which way is groaning. "The back corridor on the left." you took a battery and placed it in the socket. Steam poured down the monster as he retreated.

Repeating the process, you fired again at the 4 corridors, you listened closely and heard there were two footsteps coming to you. "That one... is an illusuon. The other is real," you said in confirmation. Front right corridor. You charged your green hand and steam was released. Catnap yowled at you.

"Repeat." you muttered, expression guarded and focused. You were sweating bullets at your fight. This time, you can hear three footsteps coming towards you, "One illusion, one is real and... another one?" You fired the flare gun on all of the 4 corridors. One was dispelled as an illusion. One was empty. One groaned. "Back corridor on my right!" You charged the battery socket and steam emerged. A cat's growl was heard. Then the terminal cried an alarm, "Now what?!" You put a battery in one of its 4 battery stations. Two of its sockets are now full. Your focus shifted back to the battle as the other footsteps kept going. "The front left corridor..." You fired at the other three corridors as you spared and listened closely to the fourth. Faint sounds of two claws were gnawing your ear. You took the chance to look at the monitor, "109 seconds... Still too damn long." You hissed.

You attempted to fire at the front left corridor but a familiar tall shadowy figure came to vision. Suddenly an alarm rang above you, the trapdoor was opening and Catnap was sneaking a view from you. Before you could react, a swift yellow whooshed before your eyes, feathers scattering. A loud flap of wings chimed, his talon grabbing the trapdoor handle. Kickin' Chicken voiced a deafening caw at Catnap and slammed the hatch shut harshly.

"Kickin'!" You called out to him. He landed near you and he wrapped his wings around you, and you returned the gesture. But due to his size, you could only grasp his wings. "I'm so glad you're alive!" you cried. He had his right eye as hollow as void due to a clawmark. Blood was gushed out of it, he also had a slash around his torso. He was a little bit bleeding. But you hoped he took a bit of rest before coming here. You had tears, moved by his appearance despite being badly wounded. Your embracement with each other was immediately halted by an alarm. The trapdoor is opening again, Catnap seems to not have yet given up even from Kickin's caw. He hissed at the cat and flew again to shut the hatch.

"87 seconds!" you exclaimed as you shot every one of the corridors, watching out warily for Catnap. Footsteps were nearing to the two of you. "Front left corridor!" You immediately powered the electric receiver, releasing steam to drive Catnap away.

Alarms rang, the hatch is opening. Kickin' plunged to close it. You fired at the four corridors, "Back left empty, back right illusion, front right empty, on the front left!" you powered it again with your green hand and steam was let loose, sending Catnap in a screaming fit.

"68 seconds." you counted, repeating the process on the four corridors. Activating the electric receiver. You whirled and fired at the back left, "Empt--" suddenly the terminal sounded an alarm again, demanding for another battery. "Oh fu--" Kickin' immediately grabbed one of the juices and put it in one of its sockets, putting it into silence. He's the only and most chivalrous monster you've ever seen in your life. You smiled at him warmly, feeling heat on your face. Your expression changed into a hardened one as Catnap's footsteps snapped you back to reality. 'No time for daydreaming! Our lives are on the line right now.' you slapped your cheeks as you pushed down the heat on your cheeks. Kickin' took a glance at your little trance and let out a low chirp.

Firing the back right, which has the fake, the hatch slowly opened again. Kickin' growl-crowed at him and clawed his face. The cat screamed and before he could wound kickin', he immediately snapped him shut.

The two of you worked together in the remaining 1 minute. Going through the same tactics Catnap has. Then the terminal sounded one last alarm, you grabbed a battery but before you can put it in, Catnap dropped from above the hatch and pounced at you. Kickin' seized him away by his talons, he cawing at him in the process.

You stood up shakily, inserting the battery in the last battery station, lighting up the electric port.

You switched to the green hand and powered it up. "KICKIN', BACK AWAY!" you instructed him and he immediately did what you said. You fired the overcharged green hand at Catnap. He tried to exhale red smoke but it only sent him in a fiery fit. "YOU... TRAITOR!" he screamed in a hoarse voice, rolling wildly on the floor trying to put out the fire. Kickin' moved beside you, placing a wing in front of you. He was in a crouched stance, ready to protect you in case Catnap attempts to attack.

Catnap continued to scream in pain, "YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO FOLLOW THE PROTOTYPE."

"I WILL NEVER." He said firmly in anger. The bird tried to attack him but a metal clawed hand emerged from above. Catnap was no longer on fire but he was almost burnt to a crisp. Yet alive as if it didn't hurt him that much.

"I... failed you... my lord..." He looked down, ears drooping. The prototype's hand flipped to look like he's offering a hand to help him. Catnap recovered and kneeled at him, as if offering and praying to him. You and kickin' were watching as the horror unfolds. 1006 stabbed Catnap by his mouth, blood gushed out from the back of his head. The Prototype then dragged his corpse up.

"......"

A/n: NUH-UH. THIS SHIT AINT FINISHED YET. *insane laughter intensifies*I only posted this now cuz this is getting a liiiiiiiittle bit too long so... here ya go, part 2! This is honestly one of the most intense things I've ever written yet in my life...