[OLD CONTENT] Angry Birds x Reader {REQUESTS CLOSED!}

Clumsy - Bomb x Reader

A/N
WHY IS THIS STILL HAPPENING

Anyway, (B/F/N) = Best Friend's Name

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You and (B/F/N) were walking up the main street of Bird Island. She was talking so fast, you could barely understand her. You nodded and pretended you were listening. She ran to the top of a hill, faster than... you didn't even know what. Not paying attention, she ran into a yellow bird.

"You're fast," it mumbled as (B/F/N) stumbled back, dizzy, and knocked into a black bird.

"Uh oh," you said to yourself as the black bird started to roll down the hill. You tried moving out of its trajectory, but it was too late. He (you were pretty sure it was a 'he') barreled into you, and you rolled down the hill with him.

"(Y/N)!" You heard (B/F/N) call out the same time the yellow bird called out, "Bomb!"

"A bomb? Where?" You said, panicked.

Finally, you and the black bird rammed into a tree, sending both of you sprawling.

"Ow..." You both said in unison. Then you quickly stood up.

"You okay?!" (B/F/N) ran towards you.
"Yeah, I'm... fine..." you teetered around. You had gotten up too quickly, and now you were getting a head rush. You walked around, dazed, and tripped over the black bird (who was still on the ground). You fell to the ground, landing face first in the grass.

"Ow. Not helping..." he grunted.
"Sorry!" you apologized, your face still in the grass.

"Bomb! Are you alright?" the yellow bird ran towards the black bird.
"Your name is Bomb?" You said, sitting up.
"Long story," Bomb said, sitting up as well.

"Yeah, and I'm Chuck! Who are you two?" the yellow bird said quickly.

He talks fast like (B/F/N), you thought.

"Nice to meet ya! My name's (B/F/N) and this here is (Y/N). Sorry for running into you!" she apologized to Chuck.
"It's okay, it happens. I'm more worried about these two." Chuck waved a wing at you and the one you now knew was called 'Bomb'.
"I'm fine, really. Just a bit dizzy, that's all." You said, rubbing your head.

"Sorry for rolling into you. I'm circle shaped so I guess I can roll easy," Bomb apologized, embarrassed.

"It's not your fault." You said, shooting (B/F/N) a mock glare. Bomb stood up. "Here," he extended a wing to help you stand up.

You looked up at him and took it. You stood up, but he was tilted downwards, so you rammed into him, your heads colliding.

(B/F/N) laughed as you both fell down again, sitting across from each other.

"Sorry, she's kinda klutzy." (B/F/N) turned to Chuck.
"Bomb is pretty clumsy too." Chuck grinned at (B/F/N).
"That one was my fault." Bomb said.
"Well, I tripped over you, so I guess that makes us even." You laughed.

"Alright you two," (B/F/N) said, and extended a hand towards you. Chuck pulled up Bomb.
"Are we good now or do you want to ram into each other some more?" (B/F/N) said, amusement lining her voice.
"You tell me! You're the one who ran into Chuck and started this whole mess." You shot back, smiling.

"Ice cream to make up?" Chuck offered.
"You're on. Last one there is a rotten egg!" (B/F/N) yelled and sprinted, Chuck right on her heels. You and Bomb exchanged glances. "They're both pretty fast," Bomb commented, impressed.
You nodded. "(B/F/N) always runs ahead and I have to exert a lot of energy to catch up." You admitted.
"Same here. I can barely see Chuck half the time." Bomb agreed.

"And they talk really fast." You two said in unison. Then you both laughed.

"Anyway, wanna catch up with them?" Bomb asked.
"Sure, if you're okay with us being the rotten eggs." You grinned.
Bomb sighed but gave a small smile. "I'm always the rotten egg."
"I'm with ya on that one." You agreed. You both walked down to the Ice Cream Parlor together.

"So why do they call you Bomb anyway?" You said casually.

Bomb winced.

"Sorry, didn't mean to bring up bad memories." You said, changing the subject.
"It's not necessarily a bad memory, it just makes other people somewhat afraid of me." Bomb sighed.
"Can I hazard a guess?" You looked at him.
"Sure, I guess."
"You have been known to... blow up, or something, whether it was physically, emotionally... or figuratively, so that makes people afraid of you?"

Bomb looked somewhat impressed, but also a bit sad. "Yeah, pretty much. Except it's literal."

You stopped walking and turned towards him. "Like you literally blow up?"
"Everyone freaks out at first." Bomb grimaced, and rubbed the back of his neck.
"That's pretty awesome, not gonna lie. What makes you blow up though?" You asked, curious.

"Wait, you're not scared or anything?" Bomb frowned.
"No, not really. Everyone's different... right? Frankly, I'm more scared of Terence. (Amirite?)" You laughed.  
"You know, you're the first bird, after Chuck and Red, who hasn't been afraid of me." Bomb smiled. You noticed that his feathers around his cheeks were turning a bit red with the praise.

"Really? That's odd. I honestly don't mind if you blow up." You gave him a nice smile.
"Thanks. That makes me feel better." Bomb said, starting to walk again.
"No problem!" You said, walking to the Ice Cream Parlor. You arrived and saw that Chuck and (B/F/N) were chatting away. You could barely understand them, but you guessed that they could understand each other since they both talked fast.

"Awww, they're so cute together." You muttered to Bomb.
"Wait, what?" Bomb frowned.
You laughed. "I'm just pulling (B/F/N)'s leg. As girls, you make fun of girls and their "boyfriends"." You explained to Bomb, who nodded.
"They look like they're having fun anyway, so let's leave them alone." Bomb suggested. You nodded and followed him outside. Little did you both know, there was ice cream on the floor where someone must've dropped it. Not paying attention, you walked over it and slipped on it, crashing to the ground. Bomb slipped on it too, so both of you were on the ground.

"Oww..." you both winced in pain. The room went silent again as the other birds saw you both plummet to the ground.

Out of nowhere, you began to laugh. It started as a chuckle, but the more you thought about what just happened, the more it grew into a laugh, until you were crying with laughter. Bomb was confused.

"Leave it... up to me... to trip over a tiny ice cream... in the middle of a big room." You managed to say in between laughs. Bomb covered his face with his wing as he began to laugh too. The room began to start talking again, and wasn't silent anymore. (B/F/N) and Chuck walked up to you and Bomb, who were practically rolling on the floor with laughter.

"You two are great at making a scene, you know." (B/F/N) chuckled.
"We know." You said in between laughs.

"Would you like to come back to the world of the standing?" (B/F/N) rolled her eyes. You nodded as you wiped away the last few tears.

"Ungh..." You grunted as (B/F/N) pulled you up. "Well, my butt is gonna be sore." You said, giving a pained smile.
"Same here." Bomb grimaced as he was pulled up by Chuck.

You held out a wing to Bomb. "Hi-five." You grinned. He hi-fived you, but your wings missed somewhat.

"We are the most uncoordinated birds on this island." Bomb shook his head in mock sadness.
"Yes we are." You agreed.

"Well, at least you have friends to pull you back up." Chuck said in his normal quick voice.
"Yeah well, get used to pulling us up because we aren't going to get any less clumsy anytime soon." You pointed out.

"To be honest, it's nice to have someone else who's as klutzy s I am." Bomb turned to you and smiled.

"Yeah. Kind loosens the pressure on me for being the only bird with 2 left feet." You grinned back.

You joked about what he said, but you really couldn't agree more.