#featuring: biscuits

[bumblehoneybee]

could you write a fic where y/n calls Dogday their husband to see how he would react to it?

Since I doubt they could ever legally be married, maybe after years together, y/n just thinks it feels right for him to be referred to as that

Pubby Hubby

"I'm ordering pizza." You call into the house. Dogday, nestled on the couch with a conked out Peanuts and Biscuits, watches you dart in and out of rooms as the phone rings, trying to get orders and preferences. "Poppy! Cheese? Or pepperoni? Kissy wants Canadian bacon right? Guys??"

Dogday chuckled to himself, quietly not to wake the kids all cuddled up on his chest. Biscuits gives quiet purrs as he gently pets along the kitten's back, while Peanuts kicks and rolls side to side, only protected from falling off Dogday and the couch by a well placed arm.

He's so preoccupied with his boys he almost doesn't notice you return. You're out of breath, phone up to your ear as you give him an exhausted look. He chuckles again.

"What do you want?" You ask, voice hushed.

"Just pepperoni is fine, angel."

You eyeball him. "Meat lovers it is." Dogday huffs at you, but you're already talking on the phone. "And my husband would like a large meat lovers pizza please."

You wander off, leaving Dogday struck on the couch. He stares at you, watching you dance around as you chat with the pizza place on the phone. Did you even realize what you called him? Did you mean it?

Dogday flops onto his back, heart hammering loud enough to wake Biscuits. The kitten lazily stretches, batting away a stray limb flail from Peanuts, and crawls up Dogday's chest to curl up under his chin.

"Our kids." Dogday recalls you saying, in reference to the two mini toys that followed you both around everywhere.

That would. . . make you spouses, wouldn't it? He'd be your husband. The father of your kids.

A whine escapes Dogday, loud and distressed as he covers his face in embarrassment.

"Ah!" You jump, not expecting such a loud nose. Especially when high pitched crying follows it up. "Sorry. . . My family is a bit rambunctious."

Your family! Dogday grins into his palms.

It's a dream come true.

[citruslullabies]

Can we please have some more dog moments from Dogday please?

Sure can do sweetheart! Dog moments from Dogday💚

Dogday is well.. extremely loyal

He waits for you every day, waiting patiently for you to come back to him. Fearful that one day you won't

But you always do, and he can't help but adore the loving hands that return to him and save him from himself and his story

The clock ticked effortlessly, each tick feeling like an hour but it had only been a minute. The large canine sighed as he waited by the door of the cabin you all called home, with Biscuits nuzzled into his side as he waited. Peanuts waited too, howling sometimes as he felt you took too long to come home and Cubby just kept her distance from everything until she knew you were home.

His floppy ears drooped even more, eyes weary as he thought of any possibility. Even after you had all left the factory, his heart still couldn't fathom the fact that they were all safe and he still worried for your safety when you were away. In a way, being in the outside world rather than the factory made him fear for you more. So when he heard the fumbling of keys and saw the door open, he immediately got up and greeted you with a wagging tail. "Angel! You're home. How was your day? Did anything happen at work?" He asked, following you around like a lost puppy dog when he was a grown man. He listened to you rant and ramble, listening and just glad you were home. He would lay by that door and rot if you hadn't.

Dogday doesn't like baths

He can tolerate them but... He isn't gonna like em

And he has no clue why, when he was a human he loved taking hot showers. Not it just felt like an inconvenience to him

Dogday grumbled as you forced his oversized body into the tub before turning on the faucet, ignoring his groans and stares of displeasure as his arms were folded over his golden chest. The warm water felt nice but something about having wet fur just irked him.

He felt your gentle hands rub the soap into his fur, and he didn't mind that.. he just didn't like when you'd get a plastic bowl and fill it up with water before dunking it on his head or wherever he was soapy. Grumbling every time you did and shaking as payback, getting you and everything surrounding you soaked. You turned your back for a moment, grabbing a brush to brush a knot you found in his fur.. and he took the chance. Slowly, he lifted himself up and tried to sneak out of the bathtub but was quickly caught red-handed.

"Dogday!" You scolded, walking back over and ignoring his big guilty puppy eyes as you got him back in the bathtub. He huffed and wanted to fight against you, but just gave up. You're lucky he loved you so much.

Time for the angst guys

Remember how I said he'd just lay and rot in front of the door if you didn't come back? Yeahhh..

He waited, and oh how he waited so very patiently. Waiting for hours with each tick that echoed through the house for you.

It had been days and he was scared, wanting to go out and look for you but you had told him to stay. And he was loyal to your demands... But he found himself too heavy to move and take care of himself or anyone else inside as long as you were gone. He continued to wait, ignoring a worried Poppy and Kissy. Ignoring the worried stares and even Cubby coming along and trying to get him to move despite her distaste for him.

He stayed and waited. And waited. And waited. Your scent started to leave the house, and that broke his heart. You smelled like nostalgia and home, like a fresh baked pie on thanksgiving but the home was now empty and abandoned. The pie now rotten and the good smell fading, all he could smell was the rain outside and the sadness he felt.

Nothing could make him move, and he continued to wait for you. And he would stay waiting for as long as it takes.

Thank you for requesting hon!

[unrelatedlily]

This is based on one of many writings @bumblehoneybee made, which is "Midnight snacks"!

Biscuit is made by @peachypede !

(They also made the image i used as a reference on top left too :D)

[bumblehoneybee]

Also Seeing that you've read the catnap X reader with catnap being jealous of the mini version of himself. I wanna request if you could recreate it with your own writing? I'm curious on how you would go about with this prompt

Cat Fight

From the shadows he stalked, watching low to the floor. Catnap kept his ears laid flat, tail flicking side to side in slow, smooth motions. His gaze was hypertrained, unwavering from the scene before him.

You carefully stepped and spun, moving in slow, practiced motions as nonsense melodies tumbled from your mouth. There were pieces of what sounded like songs, sometimes with lyrics, but mostly you just sang notes that swung into one another as you danced.

And at your feet, a tiny cat pranced alongside you, doing its best to follow you despite its missing front leg.

Catnap watched it carefully, watched it stumble, rolling around as you laughed. Your pretty laugh, focused at the little thing that wasn't half what Catnap was. He could dance with you, do twists and turns that would compliment you far better than the clumsy movements of the little toy.

Catnap pushed up to his full height, carefully stepping into the spotlight with you. The sight of him sent you snatching up that little cat, holding it close to your chest as it mewed at him, frightened. Catnap took delight in the scared noises, but you frowned.

You stepped back. Catnap didn't let you keep the distance, moving like an incoming tide, too fast to escape. You watched him, turning as he circled you, lowering and rising as he did. You were reminded of a dragon, especially as Catnap began to push off his paws, into the air and back down like waves.

You stepped with him, your kitten still in your arms, and danced. And Catnap was happy, moving with you, using his tail for more dynamics. It was perfect, and it was beautiful, no doubt showing you how above that stupid plush toy he was-

Catnap yowled, feeling jaws clamp down on his tail. Your blasted kitten sunk teeth it did not have into his tail, only releasing when Catnap scampered back to the shadows. You, startled by the ferocious noise and quick escape, turned on your heel and split in the opposite direction, your heathen snickering as you go.

Catnap growled, hunkering down to nurse not only his kinked tail, but his bruised pride as well.

[bumblehoneybee]

Kinda self indulgent, but can I request post game events Angel getting sick. The boys (Peanuts and Biscuits) have also gotten sick and Angel was trying to take care of them but Dogday is like “Nope. I’m taking care of all of you” like a good husband and dad ❤️

Caretaker

It was, in short, a bad day for the household. You falling ill was already bad, what with how Dogday and the others fretted over you, but when the littles also became ill, things elevated from bad to worse. Because it was not just the toys fretting, but you too.

"Angel. . ." Dogday said, the upset in his tone making you wince. You glanced up from Peanuts, still holding the tissue for him to blow his nose into. Biscuits awaited his turn nearby, his own tissue clutched to his chest. "Angel, you should be resting."

You pouted up at him. "But they're sick-"

"So are you!" Dogday easily swooped you up into his arms. You yelped in shock, coughing heavily into your elbow afterwards. Dogday felt a smidgen of guilt at causing your slight fit, but assured himself it was for the greater good. "Angel, please. Kissy and Poppy are handling the chores, so let me take care of you." He glanced back to the shuffling kids following behind him. "All of you."

You grumbled, but didn't protest being laid into bed. You seemed to melt into the mattress, a smile twitching at your face as Dogday helped Biscuits and Peanuts both onto the bed as well. Biscuits still had his tissue, so you helped him blow his nose as Dogday fetched water and medicine from the bathroom.

It was a trial to get the kids to take cough syrup, with it being so gross. You made faces and gagged alongside them, relieved to have a pill instead of syrup yourself. Still, as Dogday cooed to a whimpering Peanuts and stroked the head of a miserable Biscuits, you made sure to give your own hushed praise and encouragement, if only to make the process somewhat easier.

However, that only led to you getting petted and squeaked at as you carefully took your own meds. It was terribly cute, especially when the pair looked to Dogday, protesting him just handing off your water. So Dogday helped you sip from the glass how he helped the littles, carefully cupping under your chin in case of spillage.

And only after that did everyone finally settle down. Dogday cleaned up best he could, throwing away snotty tissue and empty juice boxes. He made mental note to bring up some light snacks later, turning to see the three of you curled up and snoozing.

Dogday chuckled. You all gave a chorus of snores and whistling noses, snotty and congested no doubt. But it was still cute all the same.

He leaned down, kissing Biscuit's forehead, then Peanuts', then finally yours. He lingered with you, feeling the heat from your skin, before he finally pulled away, stroking you head.

"Sweet dreams, angel. I'll make sure you get better in no time."

[bumblehoneybee]

Smitten for a Kitten

Biscuits belongs to @peachsodama !! Here is his debut!!

Desperation tears at the soul, at the morals and ethics one holds within them. If you’re starving, you eat what you can. You do what you have to, in order to survive, no matter how. . . despicable.

Dogday knows this. Knows it’s how life work, especially for those lower down on the food chain. He knows it’s the way of things here in this hellish factory.

But he reaches into the fray anyway. He grabs a handful of purple fur and white stuffing stained red. He pulls it from the hungry, snapping maws of the other critters, and howls at them to scare the little monsters off.

The tiny thing shakes in his arms, and he holds it, a strange empathy ringing within him to think he was almost the same. Almost eaten, back in his cell.

Dogday sighs shakily.

“Angel will fix you up.” He says, unable to look at the critter he holds. His steps feel ten times heavier despite how light his little passenger is. “They’ll sew you up good. Look at me.”

His passenger does not reply.

You’re understandably surprised to see the critter Dogday holds. The little thing is practically glued to his stomach, unwilling to be set down or passed over to you, especially not with that yapping monstrosity at your feet. So you take your needle and thread to the little thing while Dogday holds it, still looking away, even if it means having to see Peanuts race around after a playful Kissy.

“A Catnap critter?” Poppy asks. Dogday flicks his gaze towards you, and sees her knelt on your shoulder, watching you work. “Did you find him, Dogday?”

Dogday huffs. “The others were eating it.”

“Poor darling!” You coo. “Don’t worry, sweetie! I’ll give you a super cool star patch, since you’re so brave and strong.” Peanuts whines at your side. “You’re full of love, Peanuts. That’s why you have a heart patch.”

The little Catnap flicks its one front paw at Peanuts, batting it away. Poppy laughs at the boggled look the pup takes on.

Once your work is done, and things finally wind down, Dogday finds himself with a growth on his back. The little Catnap, when not shifting from front foot to back (making biscuits, you lovingly call it) hissed and swipes at Peanuts’ attempts to approach. It’s pretty nice, actually, especially since the kitten is tolerant of your presence curled up into Dogday’s side.

“Biscuits.” Dogday looks to you, the kitten on his heads making biscuits. “That’s gonna be your name, kitty cat!”

Dogday says nothing, just ignores the soft purring he can hear and feel. It’s easier that way. Brings back less memories. Less pain.

Instead, he focuses on your touch, your fingers combing through his fur, and sweet sound of your laughter as cat and dog fight around him.

[bumblehoneybee]

One shot of Child/Teen!Reader trying to sneak snacks in the middle of the night (with help from Peanuts and Biscuits) but Dogday catches them each time.

Midnight Snacks

"Peanuts!" You hissed.

The pup froze, a bag of chips clutched in his mouth. He looked at you, watched you mime shushing him, and nodded. The chip bag ruffled, but Peanuts did start taking slow, overly exaggerated steps.

At least Biscuits was a little more sneaky. He carried sodas while standing on his back legs, walking around bipedal and tiptoeing while doing it. You patted him on the head, thus earning a jealous whine from Peanuts.

"Shh. . ." You hushed the little guy, patting his head too. You adjusted the cookies and ice cream further up your arms, and began to usher the pair towards the stairs. "Let's hurry before-"

"Little angel?" You jerked away from the figure appearing in the entryway of the kitchen. Dogday gazed at the scene before him, hands rising to sit on his hips. "Again?"

The three of you ducked your heads. "We were hungry, Dad."

Dogday visibly softened when you called him that, but he still shook his head. "You're going to make yourself sick, and all that sugar is going to keep you up all night. Put it back; you know you have an early start tomorrow."

You grumbled some, but obeyed. Peanuts whined as you took the chips from him, and Biscuits huffed as he handed off the soda, but they didn't object any further than that with Dogday watching them. Biscuits instead sought the same softness you had gotten by purring and rubbing against Dogday's leg.

You heard him chuckle. Peanuts began whining again, so you picked him up, getting kisses abound. Dogday approached, Biscuits snuggled into the crook of his arm, and nuzzled your temple.

"Back to bed, little angel." He murmured, a yawn marring his words. But he still kissed the top of your head. "All of us."

You nodded, tongue poked out to match Peanuts' expression. Next time. . . you'd all manage next time.

[bumblehoneybee]

Biscuits and his luxury ride✨

Biscuits belongs to @peachypede !!!