#wambus troubleham x reader

[snakxreader]

With the silly spooky Halloween day coming up in like- 2 days- can we get a silly little story where Triffany, Wambus, and the Reader watch a horror movie? Maybe 2 movies even? And then later on, they cuddle in the middle of the night on the couch because at least one of them had a nightmare?

A/N: I HAD TO STRUGGLE TO KEEP MY EYES AWAKE BUT. HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!! I GOT IT DONE!! Thank you everyone for being so so patient with me despite everything, I honestly don’t deserve it ^^’. As a treat, I did something a little extra as a joke.

Ooc Spoilers for the fic:

I’d say I’m sorry…but I’m really not lmaooo

Wambus x Triffany x Reader (Halloween Movie Night)

“I dunno why I let y’all talk me into this…”

“Come on, Wamby! It’ll be fun! I’ve heard good things about this movie! It’s supposed to be really good!”

Wambus still scowls, drumming nervously on the couch with his fingers, while Triffany tried to soothe him. You, meanwhile, was trying to find the movie on your streaming services, finally stumbling upon it on Peacock.

“Finally…” You groan, before turning to face your partners with an ecstatic expression. “Alright, darling, honey, welcome to the movie adaptation of one of the best horror franchises in the known world…..Five Nights at Freddy’s!”

You’re not a stranger to the franchise. You came across it randomly one day and found the idea so interesting that you binged playthroughs of all of the games. Your partners, while not really that understanding of it, have seen your dedication of it and respect it. When the movie was first announced, it was actually Triffany who suggested you all watch together.

Wambus was….less thrilled about the idea.

He wasn’t a big horror movie fan. Or a horror fan period. Never did good with the subject. You had to plead with him to watch the movie with nhim. And by plead, you just gave him puppy dog eyes until he caved in. Worth it though, as now you get to cuddle nest to the cutest Grumpuses in the world and watch a movie you’ve been exicted for ages.

“I still don’t see the point in watchin’ this…” Wambus grumbled, as you plopped next to him. “Why don’t we do somethin’ like..give out candy to kids on Halloween? Why we gotta watch blood and gore all the dang time.”

You patted his shoulder reassuringly. “Awww….it’s ok, you can hold our hands if you get scared.”

Unfortunately for Wambus, months of knowing him have made any sort of glare at you ineffective to getting you to back off. Instead, you just gave his cheek a nuzzle, feeling his fur bristle and hearing the little deep grumbling as he blushes.

“I don’t think it's gonna be that bad, actually.” Triffany interjects. “Last I’ve heard, it’s more a thriller than anythin’.” She says, throwing a blanket around all of you. Wambus still huffs but looks slightly more relieved. He leans on her shoulder as you press the play button, resting your head on Wambus’s arm, before he tucks you under it.

True to Triffany’s word, the movie is more thriller than actual slasher or psychological horror. Of course, the horror that was there, was in your opinion, perfectly executed, and well done. The retro, early 90s vibe it was trying to give added to the aspect and it made the experience all that more memorable.

Triffany was probably the most invested out of all of you, having been invested in the game’s timeline since you told her about it. She spent the movie trying to link the events there to what she had heard from you or seen about. The things that didn’t add up with the orginal were major, but she appericated the side plot between the two main characters, her cooing at the events.

Wambus was incredibly jittery and silent, almost jumping out of his body at the slightest fright. He yelped at every jumpscare, holding onto you and his wife’s hands tightly, so a sense of comfort. You both are more than willing to hold him right the whole movie, helping the brusque man through some of the harsher scenes. And somewhere along the way, he began to ease up a little.

When all was said and done, you three had all decently enjoyed yourselves, though one of you only enjoyed the close time with his partners. Regardless, drowsiness eventually overtook and you headed to bed, snuggled right in-between Wambus and Triffany.

You woke up one a.m. to an almost empty bed, devoid of one of the partners you were snuggled against. Groaning, you pulled yourself away from whoever was spooning you, albeit unwillingly, and headed out of the bedroom. In the distance, you could hear the living room television go off, alerting you to a presence in the house. Quietly and slowly, you step down the stairs towards the sound of the television, to find a familiar blue lug in front of it. He looked exhausted, weary eye bags under his face as he muttered to himself. You quietly sat next to him, causing him to jolt in shock before seeing your face.

“Hi Wamby…” You murmured, slipping his hand into yours.

“I’m sorry I woke ya.”

“Don’t worry about it.” You reassure him. “You ok?”

Wambus fell silent. You didn’t make him talk. Wambus still had struggles opening up about his emotions, even to you and Triffany. “….You’ll laugh.” He finally laments.

“Never.” Your voice is firm and steady. You’d never laugh at him over something that was clearly bothering him.

He sighed. “I had. A nightmare about that stupid movie. Getting chased by one of those dumb animatronics.”

“Oh hon.” You gently snort, and backtrack when you see his hurt face. “Not like that. It’s just, your nightmares are really common with this franchise.”

Wambus blinked. “…Really?” He rasped. You nodded. “I’ve…actually had a few myself.”

“You? You didn’t even flinch at the deaths and gore!”

“Once, I had a dream where I was chased by Foxy all the way down our block.” You said, reliving the event and rubbing Wambus’s back. “I was, like, pissing myself scared. Looking back, it’s kind of funny.”

The farmer seemed to relax a bit, groaning deeply. You didn’t press, simply basking in the silence of the TV. The creaking of the stairs and floorboard break it.

“What’re ya two doing up so late….?” Triffany yawns, sliding right next to you and dealing her arms around Wambus.

“Bad dream.”

“Ock-“ Triffany cuddles closer to Wambus. “I’m sorry dear, you want to talk about it?”

Wambus yawned. “….I was being chased and cornered by that stupid bear.”

“Sorry, hun. Do you want us to stay with you tonight on the couch?”

Wambus hesitated. “…That. Would be nice, yes.”

The blanket from earlier is once more draped across you three, everyone shifting into comfortable positions while the television blared. You three watched the show on there, some late night gane show.

“….Thank you.” You heard Wambus mumble, drowsy in his tone. “I love you two so much.”

“Always sweetheart. We love ya too.” Triffany says, as you nod in agreement.

After a minute, you can hear the soft snores of Wambus as Triffany snorts lovingly. “Must've been exhausted, big goof.” She turns to you. “You should rest up too, hun.”

“Triffs, I’m fi-”

“Shhhh.” She stroked your fur, and immediately you melted into her. Damn your weak spots. “Go back to bed hun….just ease your mind….”

You don’t even remember your eyes closing before you pass out.

#bugsnax #bugsnax x reader #wambus troubleham #triffany lottablog #wambus troubleham x reader #triffany lottablog x reader #triffany x wambus #triffany x wambus x reader #I wish I could’ve written triffy more but I’m ridiculously unconfident about writing her well #I hope at least I got the accent ^^’ #happy halloween #!!! <3

[pompomwrites]

HIIII I’m SO a glad you’re having fun with the blog so far!! If you wouldn’t mind maybe some general headcanons with polyam!Lottaham x reader? No real specific prompt/scenario, I’d LOVE to be surprised :3

HI! Absolutely I can!

Sorry this took so long!

-Imagine a cold, rainy day with Triffany and Wambus.

-The rain pattering on the windows.

-Imagine sitting on the sofa, curled up under a blanket with Wambus while Triffany makes tea

-Wambus has a strong arm over your shoulder, keeping you extra warm 

-Triffany returns with a tray, two cups of tea and a cup of coffee for Wambus carried gently on it

-Wambus likes his coffee black with just a teeny bit of sugar. Triffany likes her tea sweet with a bit of milk

-She made your tea exactly how you like it!

-The three of you huddle on the couch under a blanket, sipping at your beverages to fight off the chill of a rainy morning.

-Triffany presses a sweet-tea kiss to your temple, and then one to Wambus’ cheek

-Wambus returns the favor with a smooch to Triffany’s lips and a kiss to your cheek!

-A nice, cozy morning for three lovebirds… <3

Thanks for reading!

#bugsnax #bugsnax wambus #wambus troubleham #bugsnax triffany #triffany lottablog #bugsnax x reader

[snakxreader]

how.... how about wambus inviting the reader to garden.... and. spmehow getting in a situatio nwhere he has to pick me I MEAN THE READER up in his big strong paws

A/N: Feeding the Wambus simps, but ALSO, I did add a little bonus of how the Sauce plants in-game regrow so quickly! I’m, uh, sorry if you didn’t want that, but I figured it’d be a fun way to twist the gardening idea ^^’ I still hope you enjoy nonetheless!!

Wambus x Reader (Gardening)

“W-woah!”

“Careful now, this terrain is tricky. Here, hold onto my paw.”

You grabbed his paw as he pulled you down towards him, and barreled into him. Your face turned scarlet. “Shit, sorry.”

“It’s alright. Ain’t got nuthin to apologize for.”

You pulled away from the farmer, groaning from the impact still. “How much farther…?”

“Only a bit of a short walk. Come in!” Wambus called eagerly, almost heading off by his damn self. You run over and smack him on the back, which he barks out a laugh. “What? Thought you were followin’ me!”

“No you didn’t, you giant douchebag!”

Wambus shrugged his shoulders innocently, and you got him again, as he laughed harder this time, his eyes bright and cheery. The sight makes you blush a bit, as you turn away out of pretend annoyance.

You’ve had a bit of a crush on your close friend, Wambus, for a while now. Something about him just makes you gravitate towards him and despite your hidden feelings, you two became close friends. Close enough where he invited you to garden with him.

When you first heard, you didn’t quite believe your ears. “Uh, Wambus? I don’t know the first thing about gardening.”

He shrugged. “So? I’ll just teach you then.”

“Really….?!”

“We’re close, ain’t we?”

And that was that. The two of you set off at dawn, which if it weren’t for the adrenaline of constantly moving, would’ve drained you completely. But, it lets you see Garden Grove in a whole new light.

Even with the chilly morning air, the sunrise was beautiful. You could see multiple Bugsnax just flying around, or bumbling in the ground, enjoying life to the fullest. The orange hue in the clouds and sky is something you never wanted to forget.

“Really pretty, ain’t it?”

You blinked. “Sorry, didn’t catch that.”

“The sky. It’s really nice.” His raspy tone turned a bit brighter. “You don’t see sights like this much….”

“Not in the city, you mean?” You can’t help but tease as he huffs.

“Maybe. One thing I like about this island? Still full of natural beauty.”

“I suppose.” You shrug. “I don’t really see that much beauty in Snaktooth often.” Wambus looks behind you as you walk up a slope-like cavern. Glances you up and down, but as he turns away, you could almost swear you see him smiling.

“Yeah? You should look a bit closer then.”

He clearly found something humorous. You didn’t get the chance to ask him what, before emerging at the garden. You noticed a White Strabby roaming around, before it darted into the bushes at sight of you and Wambus. Other than that, it seemed like an abandoned garden. Roots over flowed, and while there was some output, it wasn’t as plentiful as Snaxburg’s farm. Wambus cringed.

“Grump damn.”

“H-hey, it’s not that bad!” You tried to see the positive side. “We just gotta pull out some roots, no big deal, right?”

Big deal, actually. There were multiple, burrowed deep into the ground. You and Wambus must’ve spent at least an hour pulling them out. However, it was incredibly rewarding, seeing the garden look even just a little bit better.

“I assume we can actually start now?” You asked. Wambus stuck his hand deep enough into the dirt, and massaged it for a bit before nodding. “Yeah. This seems good ‘nough, at least.”

“Thank Grump.” You sigh in relief. “So, what exactly are we planting anyways?”

He digs into a pocket in his flannel, pulling out a sauce seed bag. He picks a tiny one, covered in a reddish hue. You blink. “Huh…those little guys are what turn into Sauce?”

“If you plant 'em’ right.” He motions you closer. You crouch, as Wambus gently cuts away at the seed with a spade. Once the tip is opened, he rests it down. “See, this is the quickest way. Its tip eventually breaks out itself, but it’s a longer while.” He then produced a small canteen, and poured a small amount in a little dirt hole. “And it grows better submerged in water. Increases germination rapidly, especially for these critters.”

“Germination?”

“Process of seeds to seedlings.” He burrows it carefully, burying it under the soil with a few pats. “Alright…four..three..two..one…”

The seedling pops out of the ground, leaving you looking shocked. Wambus laughs. “Surprised the shit outta me too! This place must have miracle soil!” You could believe that, especially after what you just saw.

“Alright, lemme try!” You had to do this yourself, mainly out of curiosity. You picked a seed, and began to gnaw away with Wambus’s spade.

“Woah, woah, woah!” He grabbed your hands, pausing you. “You’re gonna split the darn thing in half! Here, hold on a minute.” He got up for a second, and before you could ask, plop down behind you, intertwining his hands with yours. Your breath hitches, your heartbeat accelerating. He’s soft with you, careful because of the seed in your hand. He holds the seed using your thumb and presses the spade down at the tip, cutting it with ease.

“See? You gotta find the perfect mix between gentle and firm.” His murmur sent shivers down your spine, being so close to your ear.

“Easy for you to say, you’re an experienced farmer.” You retort, face aflame. He’s still holding you so gently and so grumping soft, you feel like your heart’s gonna explode.

“Well. Good thing you have me in your life then, eh?”

The next few minutes are quiet and gentle. Slowly, oh so slowly, you cut seeds and put them in the ground, sealing them up with a little pat. Of course, this is simply Wambus helping you because you still can’t cut them properly after five examples and totally not because you like the feeling of his hands covering yours. He humors you anyways, and you both get 5 separate seedlings out of it.

He pulls you in close. “Well, I’d say you did pretty well for your first time doing this.”

“You walked me through the entire thing.”

“Nah. More like I was helping out a professional.”

You snorted, a bit of a yawn escaping your mouth. Wambus looked at you with a raised brow, but you shrugged him off. You were just a bit tired. You’d be fine.

So, you began the trip back to Snaxburg, because Wambus couldn't leave his farm alone for too long. But your body didn’t make it easy. Your adrenaline was gone, and you were feeling incredibly drowsy. You could still walk though, so maybe…just keep walking…and stay close to Wambus so you don’t-

“WOAH!”

You blinked, inches away from the dirt ground. You feel your right foot trapped in one of the tree roots in the grove. Oops.

“Shoot- sorry, I’m just a little tired.” You apologized. Wambus glowered at you.

“A little? You nearly fell face first into the ground.”

“It’s fine-“ But that’s all you could get out before Wambus picked you up and carried you in his arms. “What the-?! Wambus!” Your face is absolutely on fire right now, as the farmer carried you.

“I don’t want you rolling down a hill or somethin. Just stay still!”

A part of you wanted to protest, but that part was quickly overturned by the thought of being carried by Wambus. You fell silent as he switched to carry you in an almost bridal style position.

“I still could’ve walked by myself.”

Wambus snorted. “You keep telling yourself that, sweetheart.”

You didn’t even half the energy to try and figure out the meaning of that.

#bugsnax #bugsnax x reader #wambus troubleham #bugsnax wambus #wambus troubleham x reader #feeding the simps again/silly

[snakxreader]

i think wambus most definitely overworks himself, believing that he alone is responsible for keeping the whole town fed by tending to the garden, so may i suggest: the reader helping wambus realize he’s allowed to rest, and take a day off to relax and take care of himself?

A/N: Heya everyone! Sorry I haven’t posted in anything in the past few days ^^’. I promise I’m doing my best to work on requests! I’m typing this as I’m heading to a photoshoot, so I’m being a bit brief. Still, I hope you enjoy the fic, and thanks for sticking around!!

Wambus x Reader (Take a Break)

Wambus plowed the dirt in front of him, his breath ragged from the work. He stood a second, despite his better judgment, to lean on his hoe, wiping sweat from his brow. The farmer had been at it for hours now. His crops had let up a pretty fortunate amount, but he couldn’t rest yet.

There was a more drastic need for a garden with Lizbert’s disappearance from the island. Their main food source had disappeared, and while he did think Filbo’s new friend was busy getting everyone back, he needed to to supply them with something to eat should the worst happen. He sighed, heaved his hoe, and made another plow in the ground.

“Lot of plowing you’re doing.”

He paused, looking up at you, leaning on the garden fence. He gave a slight smile.

“Maybe a bit. Not like we don’t need it.”

You hummed in response, and Wambus continued to work. This was routine between you two, just him working away while keeping a conversation with you.

“You know you can take a break, right?”

Wambus paused. “Pardon?”

“For the past few days, from way earlier than you normally wake, to nearly dawn, you’ve been plowing away at this garden, ripe with crops. I can’t help but wonder if you know you’re allowed to take a break.”

Wambus laughed. “Sorry, but, uh…this garden feeds the whole town-”

“You feed three people. Gramble, Shelda and that journalist running around.”

Wambus flinched. You sighed. “Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that.” You apologize, massaging your head. “I just…You need a break Wambus.”

He spat on the ground. “Dunno what’re on about. ‘M fine.”

“Your hands are literally shaking.”

The farmer blinked at your deadpan and checked his hands. Sure enough, they weren't…in the best shape, shaking badly. He shook his head though. “That’s nuthin.”

“Wambus, your breath is ragged, you look exhausted and you probably haven dranken anything-”

“I had some water this morin’!”

“- in the past few hours.”

Wambus grimaced. You had him there. He leaned his hoe against the fence and sighed, walking towards you.

“Listen, partner. I’m fine. I know you think I should be ‘takin’ breaks’ or whatever, but the fact of the matter is that ever since Liz has been gone, there hasn't been a reliable way to catch Bugsnax! I gotta keep the town fed.”

“For Grump’s sake, look around you!” You wave your hands at the expansive garden. “You don’t think that’s enough, just for a night?!”

“Another earthquake could happen.”

“Snorpy’s been keeping track of seismic activity, we’re fine.”

“I ain’t trustin’ the ramblings of a nutjob!” He bit back. You took a deep breath.

“Wambus Troubleham. You have. Five seconds. To surrender willingly, or pay the consequences.”

“I’m sorry?”

“Five, four, three-” Wambus rolled his eyes as you started to count, turning back to head to farmining again. “-two, one!”

He felt himself get tugged down, yelping as you dragged him by his collar.

“H-hey! What the heck are ya doin’?!” He cried out. Suprisingly, he felt too weak to properly struggle against you.

“Putting you to rest, you stubborn mule!” You retorted, entering his and Triffany’s hut and dragging him onto his bed. Wambus landed face first, and was suddenly overcome with incredible weariness. He groaned.

“Ugh…my back…my arms…”

“Feel that? That’s what happens when you neglect yoyurself for too long. You can’t help anybody in this state, now can you?” You scolded him.

“....No.”

“That’s right.” You huff. “Now, get some rest, wise guy. Your farm ain’t going nowhere.”

Wambus heard you walk off and out of the hut. And despite his mind screaming at him, for once, Wambus didn’t want to get up. You were right. He had been ignoring himself a tad too long, hadn’t he? Maybe…Maybe he’d just take a few minutes to himself. Just a few…..

He closed his eyes, unaware of his body already heading towards a nice long and well needed slumber.

#bugsnax #bugsnax x reader #wambus troubleham #wambus troubleham x reader #bugsnax wambus #wambus x reader #funnily enough #this a headcannon my friend has #or well online sibling #doubt they submitted this tho hahaha #they have liked a few posts after I dmed them abt this blog tho lol

[snakxreader]

This probably sounds weird as hell but gender-neutral journalist thinking that they may have feelings for wambus?

(I know that there has to be people who crush on him)

A/N: Anon. Anon the entire fandom crushes on Wambus. He is second to Floofty in the sexygrump status. You are not alone and we welcome you with open arms. Enjoy the fic!

Wambus x Journalist (Journalist Catching Feelings)

This was both mutually the worst and best thing to happen to them.

Gaining a crush on the local farmer in Snaxburg was…not their best decision. But really, could they blame themselves? Every minute they’ve spent around him, they can’t stop looking. From the moment they met him at his old garden, by the falls. The dark almost navy blue on his fur, his hard emerald eyes and grump above, he had such toned muscles.

He could throw them off a cliff that broke at least ten different bones in their body and you’d still ask them to do it again.

And maybe life would’ve been easier if it was just that, just that fleeting bit of attraction that made them stumble all over their interview with him, but the more time they spend with him? Well.

They love his puns, the dumb little ones that get a giggle out of you. How he’s always checking up on them, despite a long day. Even where more people came to town, more mouths to feed, he still found time. Gave them a packet of his sauce everyday, “To keep your’ strength up,” he said, patting their shoulder. Even inviting them to the garden sometime.

Everything about Wambus set their heart aflame and they felt incredibly dumb for it. You’re supposed to be looking for Lizbert, not trying to make out with one of her expedition members!

Deep breaths. In and out. In and out. Maybe…maybe they’d get over it. They could get over it! Just had to focus really hard on their job, find Elizabert, help out the town and they’d be so busy they couldn’t possibly think about-

“Hey there.”

They yelped, turning to face a suprised Wambus with bristled fur. The part of their brain that had critical thinking skills promptly clicked off, leaving the journalist to scramble.

“Oh, uh, hey Wambus! What-what’s up?”

“Just wanted to see if you were alright. Ya been spacing out quite hard.” He replied, his surprise adapting to a more curious look. “What’re you thinking about?”

“Just….stuff relating to Lizbert…” Not a complete lie. Wambus did have something to do with Lizbert. Either way, the farmer nodded along. “Darn shame.” He sighed, sitting down to take his hat off and wow, he looks hotter without it. “Hope she turns out safe.”

“M-me too.” The journalist stuttered.

Wambus hummed. A beat of silence passed.

“Stranger.” You jolted, turning to face him. “I know it’s…hard…not ta think of the worst case scenario. Grump knows I’ve thought it myself..but.”

He set his hat back on, staring at them with a firmness that made the journalist struggle to pay attention to his words rather than his eyes. “As cheesy as it grumpin sounds…having a bit of hope never hurt anyone. Even if you’re looking at the worst case. Even if you have to prepare for the worst.” He smiled softly at them. The journalist was grateful that the darkened sky held your blush relatively well.

“…Yeah. I know.” Even if it wasn’t exactly what was bothering them, it made them feel tons better. “Thanks Wambus.”

“Course.” He tipped his hat, before standing to stretch. “I plan on sitting here a bit longer, wanna join me?”

They tried not to think about romantic fantasies revolving around them and Wambus by a campfire. Totally not kissing him. “C-can’t. Gotta….catch a thing. For Filbo.”

“Alright. Take care now.”

“Same to you!” They said, walking away from Wambus. They waited until they were a good few feet away before groaning. They were so screwed, weren’t they? These feelings were not going away.

Grump fucking damnit.

#bugsnax #bugsnax x reader #I’m just gonna start using that for convenience sake #bugsnax journalist #the journalist bugsnax #wambus troubleham #Wambus simps come eat

[snakxreader]

ANOTHER ONE!

overworked journalist that Wammy forces to get some rest and gets them to fall asleep “like a dad figure”

I find asking this one quite ironic since like you know, the wammy ask from before, Triffanny has it

G O O D

A/N: DADBUS ASKS REALLL!!! I love doing parental asks, please gimme more/hj

Pretty fun to do, mildy based off personally experience/hj, I hope you enjoy!

Wambus and Journalist (Take a Break)

With every passing minute, their body felt like it was going to give way from exhaustion. But it wasn’t like they weren’t used to that feeling, so they did their best to roll with it. Buddy had been on a real catching spree as of lately, Donating to Gramble’s barn, helping Chandlo get his ‘gains’, the snax used to help Snorpy defend against the Grumpanati or whatever had happened to somebody in town. Of course, these started to wear on them and their friends noticed. Filbo in particular.

But it was fine. They were fine. They had to be, because who was going to do it otherwise?

Buddy stopped by Wambus’s farm for a second, to gather the sauces needed to gather the Bugsnax they needed today. The farmer noticed them, pausing in his work to greet them.

“Stranger! What brings you here so early?”

“Headed out to the Simmering Springs to catch some stuff for Beffica, she’s really obsessed with Snaquiri right now….” They said, swiping some Cholocate Sauce. “Amd Wiggle wants a Grapeskeeto….oh, and Snorpy wants a Pinkle for something….then I gotta backtrack to Sugarpine-”

“Uh…those are, uh, lotta requests…” Wambus frowned, eyebrows furrowed. He rested his weight against his hoe. “Shouldn’t you space those out?”

“It’s fine. Why not do them all today, right?” Buddy yawned, shaking themselves slightly as to not fall asleep. Wambus still looked unconvinced.

“It’s fine. I’m fine.” Buddy affirmed, preparing to head down to the Sinmering Springs. Their eyes were still heavy but other than the usual exhaustion, they coud run errands. Wouldn’t bet that hard. Snaquiri just had to be shot down with a bit of Sauce, and thye could used the chocolate to get Grapeskeeto, so really all they had to do was catch those, walk through the campfire, head to Sugarpine, catch the Sprinklepede, then make it back to Flavor Falls to-

Wait. Campfire?

They looked down. Oh, they were on fire. People were screaming.

Seems about right.

…..Oh grump, they’re on fire!!

Buddy ran around, kicking up as much dirt as they possibly could and stepping on their own feet in an attempt to put out the fire. Thankfully, they had only been set ablaze for a minute or so, letting it pamper out with only minor bits of singed fur. Buddy sighed.

“Buddy!” Filbo cried out, but Buddy brushed him off, intent to keep going, mumbling a quick apology.

And then, Buddy felt himself getting lifted into the air and slung a navy furred shoulder.

“Wha-?!”

“I’ve been watching ya for the past week as you ran yourself dry with different errands, ya need to lay down!” Wambus growled. “Now.”

“Wambus! Wambus, let me go!” Buddy tried to squirm their way out of Wambus’s grasp, only to fail everytime. He marched them to their hut, and plopped them on their bed, tucking them into the sheets. The journalist pouted, annoyed at the turn of events. They tried to get up, but Wambus refused to let them leave, keeping them under the blankets.

“Wambus!”

“Ya look like death, take a nap.”

“I don’t-”

“Shhhhhhhh….nap.” Wambus shushed them. “Don’t fight it, I can see it in your eyes.”

“I’m…I’m,,,” Buddy tried to struggle, but Wambsu was right. He was exhausted, sleep deprived and in a bit of pain. They laid against the pillow, feeling themselves get tucked in once more.

“I’m not tired. Just. Just a quick break.”

Wambus snorted. “Of course, Stranger.” He ruffled their hair and left their hut.

Buddy was asleep in less than two minutes.

#bugsnax #bugsnax x reader #wambus troubleham #bugsnax journalist #the journalist bugsnax #how ironic considering my last few requests/silly

[snakxreader]

Uh, hey, hi, hello!

Before you go about your day, Bugsnax fandom, I’d like to ask a few questions!

Do YOU like self-inserting yourself into Elizabert Megafig’s expedition, prism of personality? Do you wish they were real and you could talk to them? So Filbo could give you a hug? So Wambus and Triffany could adopt you? So that you can kiss Floofty Fizzlebean on the lips?

(That one’s rhetorical. I’ve seen you guy’s tags on Floofty posts, y’all are insane/nm/pos)

Cause if so…boy, is this the account for you!

You can call me Mod Buddy, and I’m the single owner and runner of this account! I’ve made this blog for all the Grumpus kissers who are just a tad too afraid or unable to make their own content, as a bit of a self-shipper myself.

I do platonic and romantic scenarios, with all characters! Filbo, Floofty, Gramble, Alegander (because let’s be honest, he is kinda…), hell even Shelda, Clumby or Cromdo! I’ll do them all from hand-holding to parental affection! I do OCs, Self-Inserts or just generic -x readers! Headcannons or mini-fanfics, I don’t mind! Whatever makes you guys happier!

However, I do have some regulations and stuff I won’t do, as much as it might disappoint some.

NO NSFW. This one is kinda obvious, but I’m. Not doing those things? This is an account for all, including minors, and I don’t want that stuff out there. If that bothers you, hey man, A03 is right there.

NO GORE. This might disappoint some but uh. I blatantly refuse to do any of that. Don’t care if this is a horror media, I don’t feel comfortable putting these characters through that.

NO EXTREME ANGST. I’m fine with like breakup prompts, or hurt no comfort, but NO killing off characters, no tortue, and ESPECIALLY no harming them like. Physically.

OTHER THINGS: I’m not doing any sort of ‘deres’, ESPECIALLY YANDERE, they would not act like that idc.

I think these are pretty reasonable though, and from what I’ve seen, you guys are super normal.

Aside from that, I may be a little slow on requests with school and other activities, so my apologies if I’m late with anything and you’re free to be upset!! This is almost my first time doing this! I know there was an account similar to this before but it got deleted, I think? Anyways, that should be about everything I think?

I’m very grateful for the small portion that looks intrigued in this, and I look forward to writing for y’all! Til then, bye bye!! ^^

-Buddy :0D

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