#aunty ducky will listen

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I had to draw her, i’m sorry

2nd image is my reaction whenever i see her, bc omg, she is so hot istg i’m simping so hard for this woman

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yesss

please reblog this if it is okay to anonymously confess something to you.

[imtryingbuck]

Thirty

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Summary: Bucky comes from a well respected family, he falls in love with a girl who prefers the simple things in life. Follow their journey through the years.

Word count: 5,109

Warnings: angst, heavy use of pet names. Engagement. Wedding. Death (Cancer) someone makes an appearance. Swearing. Fluff.

A/N: No description of reader other than she has curly hair.

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~Two and a half years ago~

The barbeque get-together that Howard and Maria was throwing was in full swing, Y/n and Bucky along with Steve and Sam was sitting at a wooden bench laughing at something that Tony had shouted to Morgan – his daughter.

Y/n sat there with Bucky’s arm around her shoulders listening to whatever he was talking about with the boys, every now and again he would press a kiss to her temple. Her eyes drifted over to where her dad and George was manning the grill, chuckling softly as George pulls Howard closer and all but force him to dance along with the music that was playing through the speakers. Every time her eyes caught her mommas and Winnie’s both women smiled brightly and turned to each other to whispering to each other.

“Son, come here” George shouted.

“Be back in a second pretty girl” Bucky told her, getting up and walking over to his dad and Howard. Maria and Winnie soon following, as well as Sam and Steve. Then Tony and Pepper – his wife. Then Rebecca – Bucky’s sister – joined them.

Furrowing her eyebrows in confusion she went to get up but Morgan came bouncing over to her “Auntie Y/n do you like my wings?”

“I do sweetie”

“Do you want some?”

“I do”

“I can ask uncle Bucky to get you some”

Chuckling at the four year old she nodded “I would appreciate it if you did”

“Then we can match all the time and be fairies”

“That would be amazing-“

“Morg come here darling” Pepper called for her daughter.

Morgan turned to face her mom and confused Y/n even more by asking “Did I do good mommy?”

“You did sweetheart” Pepper replied, smiling at Y/n.

Everyone moved closer together as Bucky moved towards Y/n, smiling softly he took her hand in his.

“Y/n I love you more than anything in this world. You are my light, my happiness, my sweet Bunny. I am forever grateful for meeting you that day in the woods, because if I didn’t I would have never known the true meaning of love. Bunny will you do me the honours of being my wife?” Getting down on one knee he holds out a box, inside a gorgeous diamond ring.

“Yes” she whispered, tears threatening to spill over. “Yes I’ll marry you Ducky!”

Jumping up her picks her up and spins her around, placing kisses all over her face and finally her lips.

Everyone erupted in cheers. Congratulating the couple on their engagement. The moms had the audacity to act as if they hadn’t seen the ring before, the dads wiped their tears before anyone could see them.

“I love you Bunny”

“I love you Ducky”

It had been two and a half years since they were engaged, there was a few setbacks that made them not rushing into marrying.

First setback was their new home, both sets of parents paid for it as an early wedding gift, it was a beautiful house she had to admit but for Y/n it was way too big just for the two of them. A large gorgeous kitchen, two living rooms, two offices – one going to be turned into a library. Six bedrooms. Yes six. Three and a half bathrooms.

Gorgeous but way too big.

Not wanting to upset anyone or seem ungrateful she placed a huge smile on her face as she hugged her parents and surrogate parents turned in-laws. Moving in and redecorating took longer than planned.

The second setback was Bucky taking over his dads company. There was a lot of business he needed to take care of and Y/n understood, so the wedding got pushed back once again.

The third being Y/n’s biological father showing up.

She was walking down the street with Bucky, Steve and Sam. The plan was to buy some more furniture for the house, and Steve and Sam just had to come too.

The guys went into one store as Y/n went to get a drink from across the street. Everything was fine until-

“Y/n? Y/n” She couldn’t understand why that voice sounded so familiar to her ears until she turned around.

“Hi baby…wait don’t you recognise me? Y/n it’s me, your dad.”

No. No this was not happening. Nope this was a very bad nightmare, come on Y/n wake up.

“Surprised to see me aren’t you? I got out on good behaviour”

Nope, nope this was just life taking the mickey out of me. Wakey wakey Y/n!

“Why are you being weird for? Come and give your old man a cuddle”

The thought of touching you makes my skin crawl. Where the hell is Ducky when I need him? No no no no stay away from me!

“Look how you’ve grown baby girl”

Why aren’t you moving Y/n? What is wrong with you? Ducky? Ducky where the hell are you?

“Bunny? Can you get away from my fiancée, like now!”

Ducky you’re here! Thank God! Please get him away from me!

“Fiancée? Wow my little girl is all grown up indeed, she’s getting married man!”

“Wha-Bun do you know this man?”

“Did they change her name when she was adopted?”

“Who are you?”

“I’m her dad”

Bucky stood straighter at the man’s words. Placing his body in front of hers as a shield he looked back at the store hoping Steve or Sam would see and come out, he needed to get his Bunny way from the monster solely responsible for the pain and suffering she went through.

“Get away from her” Bucky voice dropped low.

“She’s my daughter”

“No she isn’t, don’t ever come near her ever again.”

“Why what are you going to do? Bet I can still control the little cunt. Y/n get here!”

It was a good job that Bucky had been standing in front of her as her foot moved on its own accord.

“Don’t. Don’t call her that”

Sam looked outside pulling on Steve’s arm when he noticed the way Bucky was standing in front of Y/n, and the way she was trying to make herself look smaller behind her fiancés back.

Jogging across the road, Steve slapped his hand on a cars bonnet when the driver nearly ran him and Sam over. “Buck what’s going on?”

“Sam take Bunny down the street. Now”

“Okay-okay. Sunshine come with me sweet girl” coaxing her hands away from Bucky’s jacket as she gripped on for dear life. “Come on Sunny, I got you”

Sam wrapped his strong arms around her shielding her from the prying eyes of strangers he led her down the street, already knowing where to take her. He heard Bucky tell Steve to ring Howard. Sucking in a breath and pulling his best friend, his Sunshine closer to him when he heard Bucky saying who the man was.

Fifty-four minutes later – Sam timed it – the bell ringing chimming over the door signalled someone had entered. He sat them both in the far corner, he watched as she sat on the floor in the corner as she stroked the large black and white cat in her arms.

“Bun?”

“Over here Buck” Sam answered. That’s when he saw Bucky, Steve, Howard, George and Tony. Each of them having blood on their clothes.

“Bunny, baby-it’s me Ducky” Bucky had to tell her when she flinched when he touched her knees.

“D-Ducky?” hearing her sound so small broke their hearts, wanting to go back and beat the prick up even more.

“It’s me baby, who’ve you got today?” he asked referring to the cat in her arms. It wasn’t uncommon for Y/n to come to the cat café on Main Street, sometimes when things got too much for her she would go there spending hours just playing with the cats, sometimes she even helped out the staff if they were busy.

“Mr Nibbles” great name for a cat that nibbled on anything and everything. Who was currently nibbling on her jumper.

“How are you feeling Bun?”

“Stupid”

“Why do you feel stupid baby?”

“I always thought that if I ever saw him again I would call him all the names under the sun, you know? Or at least hurt him but no I just stood there like a frigging idiot not knowing what to frigging say because I’m frigging stupid!”

“Bun you’re not stupid so don’t ever call yourself that ever again. You wasn’t expecting him to appear baby, it’s not your fault-“

“I froze Bucky! I frigging froze an-an-and I didn’t know what to do. I-I-I-“

“Y/n breath-“

Shaking her head, she couldn’t, she needed him to know why she froze. She needed to explain. She couldn’t let him think she was weak. “I recognised his voice straight away, of course I did it haunts my nightmares. I turned around Bucky an-and I wanted to tell him how much I frigging hate him, how much I wished it was him that died and not my mama. I wanted him to know that no matter h-how much he thought he won he didn’t because he didn’t, did he Bucky? No-no-no-no he didn’t. He didn’t. He didn’t”

Not being able to stomach seeing his daughter struggle and stumble over words anymore Howard pushed Bucky out of the way, knocking Mr Nibbles off his daughters lap and pulled her into his arms.

“You’re right angel he didn’t win, he never will baby and I promise you that right now” he spoke with determination to make her understand that she had not only won by living a life surrounded by so many people who loved and adored her. Howard knew that everyone Y/n had around her all thanked whoever had brought her to them, because he did. Every night. Y/n was the light that brightened their lives. The sweetest, kindest, warmest souls out there and they were lucky to call her daughter, sister, fiancée, friend – hell even acquaintance. No matter what she saw the good in people, always happy to help family, friends and strangers.

But not only did she win she also survived. She survived the abuse she suffered, the orphanage, the bullying, the attack done by Brock. She proved the doctors wrong when they told Winnie and George that she wasn’t going to survive the attack from that bastard, by opening her eyes. She survived when she stood in the witness box of the court room and she told a room full of strangers what not only her but her mama had gone through.

Howard Stark was proud to call her his daughter.

Bucky had the wedding date pushed back once again, on the account of Y/n had been too scared to leave their home.

Months passed and Bucky was notified that Y/n’s biological father had been found in a ditch, dead. Nobody knew what or who did it, not like it mattered.

The fourth and final setback was Maria’s cancer diagnosis.

One night when Bucky and Y/n were asleep in bed the phone ringing woke both of them up, Bucky answered groggily sitting up straight away when he heard Tony’s voice on the other side sounding like he had been crying.

“Buck?”

“Baby w-we need to go, come on get dressed”

“What is it? What’s gone off?”

“Bun…it’s your mom. Baby she’s in hospital-” Though she could see his lips moving she just couldn’t hear the words he was speaking.

Getting out of the bed and rushing to her side of the wardrobe she put on whatever clothes she grabbed first. Practically flying down the stairs she rushed out of the house. Bucky following behind closely, trying to get her to slow down but it was no use.

Arriving at the hospital she instantly found Tony, running straight up to him she asked what had happened.

“Dad found her in the kitchen coughing up blood. Y/n/n I-I don’t know much more, Albert – Howard’s brother - rang me telling me to get here as soon as I could.”

“B-but she’s okay right? She will be won’t she Tone? Tony?”

“I-I don’t know Y/n, I don’t know”

By the time Bucky had gotten to them he saw brother and sister holding on to each other crying.

After multiple blood tests the doctor sat the family down the next day as Bucky waited in the waiting room with George and Winnie. “I’m sorry to have to tell you this but the results came back and it is stage four cancer. Lung cancer can be treated with surgery however the mass is too big for us to go down that route, we can also slow it down with the help of chemotherapy but sadly it will not cure it-“

“H-how long do I have left?” Maria interrupted, her hand gripping Howards.

“I can’t say for certain, it varies with everyone-“

“Can you give me a rough estimate? I’m sorry that I keep interrupting you”

“Don’t apologies, I understand. With treatment between seven to sixteen months, maybe even longer. Without treatment a few weeks to a few months” the doctor said regretfully.

“Months. Okay. Okay. That’s okay. When do I start treatment?”

“We can start the process next week”

“Okay, I’ll do it. My daughter is getting married soon a-and I want to see her walk down the aisle, you see” Maria smiled as if she hadn’t just found out that she’s dying.

The doctor smiled too “I’ll make sure that you see that happen”

Truthfully Howard, Tony and Y/n didn’t hear the rest of the conversation – their ears going fuzzy when the doctor said stage four cancer. Only snapping out of it when the door closed behind the doctor, leaving the family to come to terms with the results.

Telling Bucky and his parents, Winnie burst out crying at hearing her oldest friend was going to die. George trying to comfort his wife and best friend. Bucky took Y/n’s hand and took her outside for fresh air.

“It’s not fair Ducky, it’s not fair” she cried “It must be a mistake, it has to be. Yes they made a mistake!”

Even though he knew it was unlikely, he agreed with her. “It’s not fair baby, I know. Maybe they got it wron-“

“There’s no maybe Bucky. They got it wrong! My momma isn’t dying, she isn’t!”

“I know Bunny I know” he didn’t know what to say, so he just stood there and held his fiancée tight in his arms as she soaked his shirt through with her tears.

When Maria heard that Y/n wanted to push the date back just until things had settled down, she was against it at first she tried to argue with her daughter but ultimately got cut off with a coughing fit.

Now six months after her momma’s diagnosis Y/n was standing in the hotel room in front of the ceiling to floor mirror in her wedding dress. Wanda was behind her fixing the back of the dress and her hair at the same time. Nat was taking photos of everyone. Maria sat in the wheelchair she had been using for the past few months, Winnie sat next to her holding her friends hand. Both mothers crying at the image of Y/n in her wedding dress and at the fact that their babies were marrying each other, finally.

On the other side of the city Bucky was doing the same. Standing in front of ceiling to floor mirror in a hotel, Steve helping him fix his tie. Sam taking photos of them all. George and Howard sitting on the bed next to each other drinking whiskey. Both fathers feeling an overwhelming sense of pride at seeing Bucky standing there in his suit, knowing that in just in two hours that he will be marrying the love of his life.

Bride and groom to be both excited and nervous at the knowledge that they’ll be joined as one in two hours.

It was time to leave for the church when Nat stopped Y/n. “Bucky told me to give you this when we was on our way” handing over an envelope Nat gave her best friend a kiss on her cheek before helping Wanda with helping Maria into the car.

Finally seated in the car she opens the envelope containing a photo. At first she was confused as it was just a topless photo of Bucky until she turned the photo around.

She burst out laughing.

‘This is a reminder of what I looked like before we got married.’

“What is it?” Maria asked chuckling.

Showing her momma the photo and telling her to turn it over Maria too started to laugh, which made everyone else intrigued, one by one everyone started to laugh.

Bucky sure knew how to make her nerves settle even when they were apart.

When Steve saw Y/n in her dress he knew Bucky was going to cry. It was going to be the easiest fifty bucks he was going to win. Yes he and Sam made a bet on whether Bucky would cry or not. The bridemaids and groomsmen were in places, Nat and Steve, Wanda and Sam, Rebecca and Tony. Pepper was to help Morgan as she was the flower girl. Winnie had pushed Maria down already and were both waiting for the music to play along with everyone else.

The music had begun and everything was going perfect just like they had practiced but as Y/n put one foot out she just couldn’t move.

“Angel…”

“Dad-dad-I-something’s wrong”

“Nothing’s wrong sweetie, come on James is waiting for you angel”

“No-no it feels wrong. I can’t-“

Bucky looked at Steve, then his dad they both saw the pure fear in his blue eyes. George nodded to his son and smiled reassuringly before making his way out to see what was going on.

“Hey what’s wrong?” he asked seeing father and daughter standing there, Howard shook his head.

“I want you to walk me down the aisle as well George. Please.”

Oh how his heart leapt in his chest.

“Ar-are you sure darling?”

“Yes, it’s only right. That’s if that’s okay with both of you?”

“Of course” Howard and George spoke at the same time.

The music started again and everyone’s attention turned to the double doors as the three stepped over the threshold. Friends and family smiling as Howard, Y/n and George walked by, some of them muttering about how beautiful she looked.

Bucky stood there with tears streaming down his face at seeing his Bunny. Nat and Wanda rolled their eyes when they saw Steve smiling and Sam shaking his head, knowing they had put a bet on their friends reaction.

Reaching him Y/n smiled softly at Bucky, giving both Howard and George a kiss on their cheeks she took Bucky’s waiting hand.

“I thought you ran away” Bucky whispered.

“No never, just wanted your dad to give me away as well”

As the pastor greeted everyone and began the ceremony Bucky couldn’t pull his eyes away from Y/n, nor could she with him.

“James you may read your vows”

“My beautiful Bunny, I love you more today than I did yesterday and I’ll love you more tomorrow than I did today. For as long as I am alive I promise to not only to keep loving you in the purest form but I promise that I will never let you ever second guess my love, loyalty and devotion for you. You are my soul mate, my better half, my Bunny. I promise in front of everyone here to cherish you, to honour and sustain you, in sickness and in health, in poverty and in wealth, and to be true to you in all things until death alone shall tear us apart”

Reaching out to wipe the tears that had fallen on her cheeks, the pastor waited for Bucky to move backwards before telling Y/n that it was her turn to read her vows.

“My beautiful Ducky-“ she started knowing he always blushed when she called him beautiful or pretty. “I have loved you since I knew the real meaning of it. When I look at you all I see is my future, our future. Like I told you on our first date its always been you. You’ve always been my beacon, my happiness. You have saved me so many times I don’t think you realise how many. I will always love you more and more as our days go by and that’s my promise to you. I promise in front of everyone here to cherish you, to honour and sustain you, in sickness and in health, in poverty and in wealth, and to be true to you in all things until death alone shall tear us apart”

It was now her turn to wipe the tears that fell from his bright blue eyes.

“Rings please” Nat and Steve stepped forward handing the rings over “James repeat after me- With this ring I, James, take you, Y/n, to be no other than yourself. Loving what I know of you, and trusting what I do not yet know, I will respect your integrity and have faith in your abiding love for me, through all our years, and in all that life may bring us.”

Repeating the words, making sure his voice was strong so she knew he was as serious as he has ever been, he slips the ring on to her finger.

“Y/n repeat after me- With this ring I, Y/n, take you, James, to be no other than yourself. Loving what I know of you, and trusting what I do not yet know, I will respect your integrity and have faith in your abiding love for me, through all our years, and in all that life may bring us.”

She too repeats the words, she puts the ring on his finger.

“Y/n and James, you have come here today before us and before God and have expressed your desire to become husband and wife. You have shown your love and affection by joining hands, and have made promises of faith and devotion, each to the other, and the receiving of the rings. Therefore, it is my privilege as a minister and by the authority given to me by the State of New York, I now pronounce that you are husband and wife. James, you may kiss your wife”

The whole church erupted in cheers as Bucky took Y/n’s face in both hands and kissed her passionately.

“Ladies and gentlemen, it is my privilege to introduce to you for the first time Mr and Mrs Barnes”

Their first dance as man and wife was to Unchained Melody, as they danced on the dance floor Y/n noticed the way her dad was looking at her mom, and how George looked at Winnie. The same way Bucky looked at her. Full of love. Nothing more, nothing less.

Y/n caught her momma’s eyes and nodded.

Winnie stood and helped Maria stand. Howard shooting straight up as her legs were lightly wobbly. Before he could ask what was going on Y/n spoke “Instead of doing the traditional father and daughter dance, I would like my father and mother to dance alongside me and Ducky, the same for Winnie and George”

As the music continued both sets of parents danced on either side of their children. Bucky couldn’t stop looking at his wife, his heart soaring at being able to call her that now, his trousers tenting too. Don’t judge him.

As the night draw close, Bucky and Y/n thanked everyone for coming and took their leave back to the hotel that Bucky had gotten dressed, celebrating on their own. As husband and wife.

The next morning they were off on their honeymoon. Greece.

Six weeks after being married and four weeks after coming back from their honeymoon Y/n sat on the toilet checking her watch every few minutes, the white pregnancy test seemed to have grown eyes as it was staring back at her. Bucky sat on the side of the bath, his knee bouncing, checking his own watch.

“Baby it’s time”

“You check I’m too scared”

A noise between a laugh and a sob made it way out of Bucky’s mouth as the positive sign was there.

“What? What does it say?”

“Positive. Bunny your pregnant!”

Standing up and taking the test from his hands not really believing him, Bucky got down on his knees his hands going straight to her stomach, lifting her shirt up he kissed the flat surface.

“Ducky…we-we’re going to be parents”

“We are my love”

The bathroom filled with laughter mixed with cries.

And then the phone rang.

Arriving at her parents’ home as fast as they could, Pepper greeted them. “In their bedroom” is all she said.

Running up the stairs Bucky tried to get her to slow down without blurting out the reason but it was no use. She needed to see her momma.

“Momma-I’m-I’m here”

“Oh my sweet girl” Maria croaked out, looking weak and so small in the double size bed. Her hair long gone, skin wrapping it’s self tightly around her skeleton. Though she didn’t look like herself but a shell of what she once was, Y/n thought her momma was still as beautiful as she was the day they had first met. “I’m so pr-proud of you, y-you know that don’t you?”

“I know m-momma”

“Oh b-baby plea-please don’t cry, I’m always go-going to be with you. Always.” Taking her daughters hand in her frail one Maria knew it wasn’t long until she left her husband and children behind to head up to the pearly white gates in the sky.

With her family around her, she was happy. Her eyes scanned the room, her husband on her right holding her hand, her only son who she was so unbelievably proud of everything he achieved in his life sitting on the chair close to his father, Pepper who she was proud to call her daughter-in-law standing behind Tony. George standing against the wall, the man gave her the life she had from the moment he introduced her to Howard. Winnie-her dearest and longest friend tucked in George’s side. Bucky who she help deliver when he decided that he had been in the womb for long enough, the one she was proud to call her son-in-law even in the short period that he had been married to her daughter, standing by his parents.

And her pride and joy, Y/n. Though she wasn’t biologically hers yet she never treated her any different to Tony, no never. Maria’s love for her daughter was pure and real, she always wanted a daughter and she knew she could leave this world happily knowing she had the sweetest, kindest people to call her daughter.

“Momma, I ne-need to tell you something”

“Wha-what is it sweetie?” Y/n leaned in so she could whisper to her the news. That she was going to be a grandma again.

“Oh swe-sweetie th-that is amazing” gesturing for Y/n to come closer so she could whisper in her ears. “Make sure they know that I love them e-even t-though I wo-won’t meet them”

“I w-w-will momma. Promise”

Thirty minutes later hand in hand with her husband and daughter, surrounded by her loved ones Maria closed her eyes and took her last breath with the only regret being that she wasn’t strong enough to meet her unborn grandbaby.

Two weeks later it was time to say goodbye properly by burying Maria, Howard couldn’t find it in himself to stand long enough to do the eulogy. Tony couldn’t find the words to do it so Y/n told them that if it was okay with them she would.

Now standing there in a church packed full of family, friends and strangers she started to regret saying she would do it. But she couldn’t fail her momma, not today.

“As many as you know I’m- I was adopted when I turned eight by my parents. I was brought into their home, their lives, I was accepted and loved by them. I never once felt out of place growing up or felt alone, I never felt like I was different because they always made sure I knew I was truly loved. My momma was always there for me when I needed her, she was the best person to go to for help and advice. She was the best mom ever and I was truly blessed to have her as mine. There’s no doubt in my mind that my momma will be with my mama and be talking her ear off” she stops as everyone chuckles. “Maria Stark was the one of the best women I have ever met, she didn’t care about your past, whether you was rich or poor, as long as you was kind-a good person she was happy to talk to you. She helped anyone who needed to be helped. She saw good in those damaged and I’m the perfect example of that.”

“My momma wouldn’t have wanted people to cry at her funeral so please don’t, dry your tears and smile. Smile at the memories of her, smile at remembering how she was, smile when your think of the name Maria Stark and all the good that comes with the name. Maria Stark was an incredible, strong, beautiful woman, please don’t ever forget her. On behalf of my father and brother I would like to thank each and every one of you for coming here today to celebrate the life of a wife, mother and friend, thank you”

Y/n steps down from the podium, her hands shook as she moved towards Bucky who stood up and took her hand in his. “I’m so proud of you baby” he whispered into her ear.

As her momma was placed into her final resting place and the flowers started to overflow Y/n stood back and let everyone say their final goodbyes first. As everyone moved away and started to go back to their cars all that was left was Howard, Tony, Bucky’s parents, Bucky and Y/n.

Y/n looked to her right, her breath hitching caused Bucky too look over at her. Following with his eyes at what she was staring at he released a stuttering breath.

Howard caught onto what Y/n had saw, putting his rose on top on the pile of flowers and saying his goodbyes to his wife, his only love, he moved over to his daughter. Kissing her forehead, he squeezed his eyes shut before whispering.

“Your momma wanted to be buried next to the woman who gave her, her daughter”

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A/N: I wrote Maria’s death whilst listening to For Whom The Bell Tolls by Bee Gees…and I had to stop three times because I was ugly crying.

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Bubbles Baths and Babbles

❀ Mommy!Natasha x Little!Reader (F)

❀ Age Regression, sick reader, flu like symptoms (lol not covid), puke (sorry), fluff and more fluff ^-^ 

❀ Request: Little!reader becomes really sick and regresses to a baby headspace and needs mommy!nat to take care of her. Little!reader is very whiny and babbles to communicate with Nat :)

❀ A/N: This was requested by a sweet anon when my blog didn't shit itself a while ago. I hadn't backed it up to my AO3 account yet so it unfortunately got deleted along with the rest of my stories that didn't get saved:( I hope that it was ok that I changed a couple things, and I hope this turned out ok! Thank you for understanding!! <3

Nats ears perked as she heard a soft sneeze come from the nursery. Nat had just gotten back from a mission, only to come home to find her baby sick and needing her mommy. She set her book down and entered your room, sighing as she sees you on your bed covered in a mountain of blankets. Sitting beside you, a pile of used tissues as well. Knowing what to do, her mommy instincts take over immediately.

"Oh my little spider, are you not feeling very good?" You shake your head with a small whimper to accompany it. With a small frown on her lips, she rubs your back as she helps you grab the bowl beside your bed. "It's ok my маленький паук (Little spider), let it all out, then we can get you in a nice warm bath, ok?"

Nodding weakly you continue to let out the remains of your small breakfast, whimpering when you finish. "Here, love drink some water." Nat puts a fresh glass of water to your lips, and you graciously take a few gulps, sighing as you lean against her.

"Oh baby, I know. Im so sorry that I wasn't here when you started feeling icky. Did Aunty Wanda take good care of you while I was gone?" With a small smile, you nod at the thought of your "aunt" coming over to help you with some soup and getting you to bed for your nap.

"Alllll-righty, let's get you in that bath, how does that sound?" All you let out are a few whines here and there, making Nat fall for you all over again. As she picks you up, you cling to her like a sloth to her mother, making her smile and hold you even tighter.

"Mama, baba? Pees?" It took her a minute to process what you had said, but she knows 'baba' when she hears it. "Do you want your bottle, little one? Aw, my baby wants some milk? Alright, let's get you nice and warm in the tub first, ok?" You nod and happily watch your mommy as she fills the tub with warm water. Nat made sure to pour your favorite [add scent here] scented bubble bath to the running water, absolutely loving your reaction to all of the bubbles floating around.

You nod in excitement at her next sentence; "I know you love the bubbles, рыбочка (little fish)."

Once the bath was filled to a good hight, she gently got you undressed and sat you in the warm water. "How does that feel, little one? Nice and warm? Not too hot?" She asks, but you don't listen as your baby brain takes over. She chuckles and ruffles your hair, smiling as your giggles fill the bathroom.

Nat watches you from the small kitchen, just in eye line of the tub as she makes your bottle. The sight of you playing with the bubbles and your toy duck made Nat melt. She took a sweet picture with the bubbles around your body and saved it to her "little spider" album on her phone. Quickly coming back to you, she smiles as your face lights up when she comes into the bathroom. "Mama! Mama! Duggy, duggy!" You hold up your duck with a bright smile and Nat gently boops your nose.

"Yes, ducky! Your very cute ducky." She says, starting to undress as well. Sitting in the bath with you has been a joy to Nat ever since you first started becoming comfortable in your little space around her. She loves how you lay on her chest and lift the bubbles along her skin. She absolutely loves being with you and so close to you.

She reaches for your warm bottle on the soft rug by the tub and gently moves your hair from your face as you lay on her chest. "Here you go baby, open up." You open your mouth willingly, happily sucking on the nipple of the bottle in Nats hands. "There you go дорогая (Sweetheart). Mama's got you." She whispers, her nails tickling your back softly as you doze off on her chest.

A small cough escaped your mouth every few minutes, but the steam from the bathroom has helped with your congestion. "You'll be just fine, my love, I'll take good care of you."

[starlightswordfight]

FINALLY HC POSTING ABOUT THE KOPPAITES!!!!

– alph is not cis I don't know what to tell you. I personally really really like transmasc alph but I think it works in any direction you want to take it

– my god he is the second youngest of fifteen siblings. did not ever know an ounce of privacy OR of peace and quiet until he moved out, and now is incredibly sensitive to noise. he loves his family so dearly but It Got Loud In There. uses noise cancelling headphones during his work ONLY when it is safe for him to do so

– god awful sleep schedule PLEASE help him get out

– has an alarm for literally everything

– I think he would enjoy scrapbooking if he knew what it was

– makes this face often

– brittany, to my knowledge, is the only person in all four games to have a dress-like spacesuit! I like to think she made the adjustments herself or specifically requested for hers to look like that somehow

– wears glasses because of astigmatism. as it can be hereditary, this also applies to nelle. they're cousins but a LOT of their side of the family has it so they just are coping

– used to collect a lot of physical books but kept forgetting to actually read them and now she downloads books instead and also forgets where the downloads are so we are getting NO reading in

– she has a bad habit of hanging onto everything "in case we need it someday" and I mean EVERYTHING. she's working on it we're doing better

– she loves board games!! she also gets Very Very Competitive

– this one is kind of canon if you pay attention but I want to note anyway that she sleeps like a rock. when she's out she's out. hydrogen bomb detonation would not startle her

– charlie should've been an ornithologist and I do not know why he isn't one. I think he just keeps his interests separate from his work. ignore the rubber ducky rescue missions

– he's good friends with nelle, actually! went to her once when elizabeth was under the weather

– in canon he has also interacted with dobbs in the past, though they've since stopped interacting, which I believe is because of a falling out/some kind of big argument that they both regret but still refuse to work out

– gives his friends additional rubber ducks For Luck

– that overinflated ego is, to a degree, exaggerated. charlie in actuality is not half as confident as he acts. fake it til you make it

– walks into rooms then leaves the door open when he walks out and everyone hates it

– dobbs has a lot of scars, actually! the vast majority of them do not have any dramatic or harrowing reasoning. they're all mishaps. has one on his arm from trying to cook once and leaning it on the hot ass pan like I did and now it won't ever go away. the Battle with the Mashed Potato Ball

– WORLD'S WORST LIAR

– has a lot of different proficiencies/certifications, and some are very ... very specific. glad to know that you can forklift, don

– talks like "now listen here, pal" and "newsflash buddy" sometimes

– most likely to have a comically large backpack with every item in it would be don

– he should be good at cooking as a treat. this took years of practice; the mashed potato ball incident was a means to an end. I can't keep referencing my own leftover scar backstory. can they even fucking eat vegetables post cancelled everyone go home

– nelle has a debilitating caffeine dependency

– I think she should be a secret nerd for enrichment purposes. get her in tabletop and it's all over

– she has those mugs with the really really overly specific messages on them like how some t-shirts do it and none of them apply to her

– prone to migraines. they may be chronic. I'm sorry nelle I love you

– hi! my personal hc is that her and brittany are cousins. I just know that canonically they are Not sisters but basically anything else goes? anyway brittany's auntie bea is nelle's mom

– type of person to bring more than one umbrella when it's raining

– hi so yorke and dobbs while on pnf-404 have definitely directly worked with schnauz about perfecting the treasure apprasial AI

– energy drinks are to yorke what coffee is to nelle. don is so deeply worried about them both

– had an emo phase and only escaped it partially

– REALLY GOOD at procrastinating

– I know this man has shrimp posture. that has GOT to hurt

– yorke has more than definitely made really overly complicated machines/systems before to solve really mundane or stupid problems. "they call me the goldberg" "they WHAT?"

[endreal]

How my OCs are spending Christmas:

Karsa: lapsed catholic. Wracked with misplaced guilt over events thst occurred 12 years ago and convinced that someone is hunting him for vigilante-ing a local crime lord's mule (odds of being correct: 23-47%)

LeShea: has experienced over 40 different Christmas traditions. Remembers none of them. Spends the day making charcoal drawings for Atmos and Lady Sparky and Lady Tris, and tripping over inanimate objects

Fia: doesn't know what Christmas is. Lusting after that old man, experiencing chronic pain

Thuy: absolutely knows what Christmas is. Lusting after that old man, helping auntie make the Christmas soup

Jesca: doesn't know what Christmas is. Fightin'.

Literate: doesn't know what Christmas is. But if a cross-cultural holiday means mamá declares a family gathering, they might be able to convince Lugh to swipe some booze from the cabinet for later. Still debating whether it was a good idea to invite their girlfriend and her sister to meet the family.

Lugh: doesn't know what Christmas is. Even though family cooking doesn't pay, it is better than being back in the lock-up, and if mamá gets tipsy enough maybe she'll show off some of her knife tricks. Will be nicking a full bottle from the cabinet later to share with his younger sibling

Lina: has figured out what Christmas is. Playing quietly in the family room. Has invented a new Christmas canon thst replaces Santa with favorite toy Princess Duckerella, whose gaze inflicts holiday joy as Mrs Claus telekinetically delivers presents to good children. All the reindeer are also rubber duckies.

Ximena: any excuse to gather the family. Chose a complicated meal so Lugh would feel obligated to come home and help cook. Will "reward" him by showing off some knife tricks during prep. Is well aware that her second oldest is smuggling liquor for his teenaged sibling (as long as they're doing it at home where they'll be safe, I suppose...) and both will probably be plastered by midnight. Has already mentally adopted Literate's guests. Will take Lina across the street after dinner to deliver leftovers to oldest brother Legitimate and his new wife (who couldn't take the day off from work)

Georgios: unilaterally assumed "Christmas" is short for something like "crystal mass" and arrived at the conclusion it's a mostly-forgotten ancestor memorial day. The kitchen smells delicious. Relieved that his teenager is dating a girl so they can neither get pregnant or get her pregnant. Wishes the girlfriend and her sister weren't twins because he doesn't know which is which and asking would wound his pride too much.

Chayla: knows what Christmas is. Getting Christmas-drunk (but not shitfaced - it's the holidays, you gotta have decorum.), listening to local radio, making messy art, leaving hilarious-to-her and vaguely erotic voicemails on James' phone (maybe this year she can pull off all twelve), probably masturbating later

James: knows what Christmas is. Visiting parents and family (cousin had a child earlier in the year and is eager to show off for baby's first Christmas) for Christmas dinner and gifts exchange. Phone is firmly on DND until tomorrow morning.

Rob: knows what Christmas is. Working. Somebody has to keep the station clean.

Elizabet: knows what Christmas is. If she doesn't get incapacitated by migraines she will spend a quiet Christmas eve with a couple of friends and then go (solo) to Midnight mass. Holding out hope to wake up to a white Christmas even though the forecast is clear for the rest of the week.

Ayla: doesn't give a shit unless it will help her murder the arch-devil Mephistopheles himself. In Hell, trying to murder the arch-devil Mephistopheles himself.

[idk-man-just-here-for-the-food]

… this is genius

[simpingandprocrastinating]

I wanna know more about your OCs, but I don't know what specific things to ask about. Is it alright to ask for five random facts about them?

No problem sweet anon, I've got you!

I wasn't sure if you meant just 5 facts or 5 facts for each of my OC's so I went with 5 for each. Also because it took me a little longer to answer, I added some extra Hogwarts AU facts.

She decides to become a vet because WoL gives her the opportunity to understand what's wrong with the animals.

‌She visits Nepal with Koichi to see Polnareff, the last man who saw her parents before they were killed.‌

Bini loves to slowdance with Josuke on the music of Prince or Roxette. ‌

Bini sees Tomoko as her mother figure, because she lost her own. ‌

When Bini was younger her favourite stuffed animal was a duckling called 'Dukkie' (Dutch translation: Duckie)

‌Jouichirou is the only child of Josuke who got to meet Joseph (Chirou was still a baby). ‌

‌He acts like he's all tough but when he's alone and listens to his favourite songs, he will sing them aloud. If he's in a good mood, he'll even dance to them, but if someone catches him, he'll be really embarrassed and even try to deny he was doing it.

‌At the age of 25, Jouichirou is 6'5"/195cm in height.

‌5-year-old Jouichirou had a crush on aunty Alexandra Parker. Since Jotaro is married to Alex and is his big example, Chirou also asks her to marry him, but with a candy ring.

‌Chirou's earrings are based of Jotaro's signature part 6 look: the chain hook and the star on the left side of his collar.

Hogwarts edition:

‌Jouichirou would be in Slytherin.

His patronus is a Bat.

‌When a girl comes to admits she has a crush on him, he'll be humble. He rejects her in a way she won't get hurt, maybe loves him even more. He will kiss her hand and tell her there's someone better out there for her than him.

‌During his school time, Touma took it upon himself to become class president.

‌Touma is on the school swim team.

‌His favourite season is winter, because he used to go outside with aunty Gogo when it was snowing. They'd build snowmans and she even learned him how to ice skate.

‌He's scared of heights.

Hogwarts edition:

‌Touma would be in Hufflepuff.

His patronus would be a Newfoundland.

He's is actually pretty great with little kids. ‌

Sei is bisexual. ‌

Seiua's type are proud, loyal, and headstrong men/woman. Let's say if Seiua would meet Ermes Costello, he'd definitely ask her out.‌

This boy can't cook. If he's in the kitchen, he'll burn it down. Keep him away from the stove!

‌He loves reptiles.

Hogwarts edition:

‌Seiua would be in Gryffindor.

His patronus is a Stoat.

Kazumasa is interested in history and wants to become a history professor.

‌He likes fashion alot.

‌Kazu was born on th 2nd of February.

‌He is lactose intolerant so he has to take lactase tablets to digest dairy products.

‌Kazu does have a stand (hence the ability to see stands) but he can't use his own because its locked away in his soul. This means he doesn't know it's name and what it can do.

Hogwarts edition:

‌Kazumasa would be in Ravenclaw.

His favorite spell is Capacious extremis, an extension charm.

Minami's love language is physical touch. She loves to hug her friends and family.

‌She was born on the 25th of December (Christmas).

‌Nami is a sweet tooth, she loves candy.

‌Minami is definitely a morning person, and even a bit too energetic for some people in the early hours.

‌While visiting the Kujo household, Minami first met Narciso Anasui and instantly got a crush.

Hogwarts edition:

‌Minami would be in Gryffindor.

‌She would be in the Gryffindor Quidditch team as a Chaser.

Fumihiro is actually a pretty intimidating young man.

Hiro has green eyes and auburn hair.

At the age of 25, Fumihiro is 6′1″/185cm in height.

He is very protective of Bini and doesn't like Josuke in the slightest.

Fumihiro and Rohan are good friends.

Hogwarts edition:

‌Fumihiro would be in Slytherin, just like Bini.

His favorite subject is Defence Against the Dark Arts.

Alex belongs to @ahoge-fish & Gogo to @helpimhyperfixating.

[idk-man-just-here-for-the-food]

with @varian-the-alchemy-boi

our combined worth was a mario PEZ dispenser, and two packs of smarties..

sounds about right tho lol

[bibbawrites]

The Little Princess - Single!Dad Charlie

Request: None 

Word Count: 1531 words

Warnings: none that i can tell?

Summary: Part 1 of the single dad!Charlie series, just some cute fluff and introduction to little Margaux Ivy Gillespie 

A/N: okay so i need some input, i’m not sure if i should just make this the adventures of single dad!charlie and him raising his daughter on his own, or introduce the reader as a love interest at some point the original plan was the reader meeting charlie’s daughter, but i had inspiration to write this instead and i kinda really enjoy single charlie trying to be a good dad while juggling working full time and not worrying about a love interest?  idk, if you guys hate this please let me know 

Tag List:  @happinessinthedarkesttimes​ @littlemissaddict @vicesvsvirtuesfanfic @headheartbellarke @lovesanimals​ @bartok-the-bat @juliefromaustralia @multi-universe21 @rangerelik @kaitieskidmore1

“Come on Owen, we’re going to be late.” Charlie called, leaning down to pick up his three year old daughter from her spot on the couch. 

“Where we going Daddy?” She asked, snuggling into her father’s arms, and Charlie couldn’t help but smile. 

The little girl in his arms was the light of his life. She was born when Charlie was just 18, and her biological mother had been 25. Although her conception had been an accident, the little girl was anything but that. From the moment he first held her in his arms, Charlie promised to never let anything happen to her. Her mother had left her with him when she was just three days old, along with a note saying that she really couldn’t handle being a mother yet, and that she was really sorry. He should have realised something was up when she had insisted he name the baby himself, whatever he wanted, and she didn’t have any complaints when he decided on Margaux Ivy, despite the fact that she had hated both of those names every other time he had brought them up. But he was too in love with the feeling of being a new father to even question it. 

“Going to set Princess.” He told her, as Owen entered the room, his hair a mess and one shoe in his hand. Margaux giggled at the sight, pulling a face at Owen. 

“You look funny.” She told him and Charlie couldn’t help but laugh. 

“She’s not wrong.” He agreed as Owen struggled to put his second shoe on. After a moment he succeeded, turning to the father daughter duo with a playful eye roll. 

“The honesty of three year olds.” He said, and Charlie laughed again. 

“Gotta love ‘em.” He joked, and Owen nodded in agreement, smiling at Margaux.

“Couldn’t live without you, could we Maggie?” He asked and Margaux poked her tongue out at him, which he quickly mimicked. 

His nickname for the toddler had come from an inside joke. When Owen had first met Margaux, he had only heard Charlie refer to her as Mags, so naturally the blond boy had assumed her name was Maggie, and even after he found out her real name the nickname stuck. 

Charlie smiled at the interaction, before opening the door and letting Owen pass them, before locking their door and together the trio headed down to Charlie’s car. 

-

Not long after, they arrived on set, jumping out of the car quickly to avoid being late. Margaux ran ahead of them as they quickly rushed towards the rehearsal area where they were supposed to be meeting Kenny and the other cast members. 

They made it to the tent with less than a minute to spare and Kenny shook his head, although they could easily tell he wasn’t really upset. 

“Take a seat boys.” Kenny told them, and Charlie quickly scooped Margaux up before sitting down with her in his lap. He pulled a colouring book and some crayons out of the bag he carried for Margaux’s things, and placed the book on the table before giving the crayons to the toddler. 

"Thank you Daddy.” She said, and Charlie smiled, pressing a soft kiss to her head before looking up to listen to Kenny run through how the next week was going to be working. 

“Daddy.” Margaux whispered, and Charlie glanced down at her.

“What’s up Mags?” He replied quietly, not wanting to interrupt the meeting. He knew if he missed anything important Owen would let him know. 

“Look.” Margaux pointed to the colouring book. “I coloured it good.” 

Charlie smiled, kissing the top of her head again. 

“Very good.” He praised. “Don’t forget the duckies too.” 

Margaux gasped, picking up the yellow crayon quickly. Charlie couldn’t help but smile as he watched her colour in, in awe of how perfect this little human he had created was. She truly was his greatest achievement. 

He zoned out, watching on as the three year old coloured, only zoning back in when Owen grabbed his shoulder to let him know they were leaving. 

“Come on Mags, Daddy has to go get dressed.” Charlie told her, picking up the crayons. “You can go colour with Aunty Tori.” 

The girl in question grinned from across the table, happy to look after the small girl while Charlie filmed. 

“I would love to colour with you Margaux.” Tori agreed, standing up. Charlie placed Margaux onto the ground, the toddler rushing over to Tori as her father packed up her stuff. Charlie handed the bag to the assistant choreographer, and smiled as he watched the younger girl lead his little girl out of the tent, before standing up and heading off, ready to start his own day. 

-

“Did I miss anything important in that meeting this morning?” Charlie questioned later that evening, as he and Owen walked to get dinner after a full day of filming, Margaux between them holding both of their hands. 

“Swing!” Margaux squealed, and the two of them swung the three year old up between them, both smiling at her excited giggles. 

“Nothing we didn’t already know.” Owen informed him, as they reached the burger shop and joined the line to order. 

“Oh good. I was kinda distracted by Mags.” Charlie admitted, and Owen grinned. 

“Aren’t we all? You’ve got us under a spell Miss Maggie.” He cooed. 

“No, I Princess, 'member?” Margaux mumbled, pressing her face into Owen’s leg. 

“My bad, Princess Maggie.” Owen corrected, running his hand through her messy curls. A woman exiting the store smiled at the sweet scene. 

“Oh, what a lovely little family. Your daughter is very cute.” She complimented. 

“Thank you.” Charlie said quickly, trying to hide his laugh as Owen went bright red. The woman nodded in response before walking out the door. 

“Why did you say thank you?” Owen questioned when the woman was far enough away. 

“Cause. We are a lovely little family.” Charlie shrugged. Margaux pulled on the bottom of Owen’s hoodie and he lent down to pick her up. 

“Aren’t we Mags? Owen’s our family, isn’t he?” Charlie asked, leaning over to press a soft kiss to the three year old’s hair, and Margaux nodded. 

“Yeah.” She said, resting her head on Owen’s shoulder. Owen smiled softly. 

“Well I can’t say no to the Princess can I?” He mumbled. 

“No!” Margaux squealed. Charlie laughed, stepping forward to order for the three of them, content knowing that his pride and joy was safe with his best friend. 

-

By the time they got back to their apartment, ate their meals, and Charlie bathed Margaux, it was time for the three year old to go to sleep. In fact, it was time for all three of them to go to sleep. 

Charlie tucked Margaux into her bed, the little girl snuggling into the toy penguin he had given her as a baby. She couldn’t sleep without it. 

“Night night Daddy.” Margaux mumbled sleepily, pulling on Charlie’s shirt so that he would lean down, and kissing his cheek when he did. 

“Goodnight baby girl, I love you.” He whispered softly, kissing her forehead. 

“Love you too Daddy.” She replied with a yawn. 

She reached out towards Owen, who had been standing in the doorway watching, making grabby hands at the 20 year old. He came over, crouching down next to her bed, and Margaux smiled sleepily. 

“Night night Papa Owen, love you.” She said. Owen’s eyes widened, and he glanced at Charlie for reassurance. Charlie smiled at him, placing a hand on his shoulder, feeling Owen relax under the gentle touch. 

Owen lent over, placing a soft kiss on Margaux’s head. 

“Nighty night Maggie. Love you too.” He whispered. He stood back up and quietly the two men left the room, flicking the light off and the small bunny night light on as they left. 

“Papa?” Owen questioned once they were in the hallway, Margaux’s door pulled to behind them. Charlie shrugged. 

“If you want it. If you don’t I can tell her to stop.” He replied. Owen shook his head quickly. 

“No, no, I love it. I’ve always wanted to be a dad so...” He trailed off. “Not that I’m her dad cause obviously that’s you, and I’d never try to replace you or be you cause that would be wrong and-” 

“Owen.” Charlie cut him off. “It’s fine. I think it’s really sweet.” 

“Yeah?” Owen asked softly. 

“Yes.” Charlie replied. 

“Okay.” Owen grinned. Charlie returned the smile. 

“We should probably get to bed, we have to be on set early.” He said after a moment of silence. Owen nodded.

“Yeah you’re right.” He agreed. A wide grin appeared on Charlie’s face. 

“Goodnight Papa Owen.” He teased. Owen groaned. 

“It’s just creepy coming from you, Daddy.” He retaliated, and Charlie cringed. 

“Yeah no, let’s not do that.” He said and Owen laughed. 

“Agreed.” He replied. Charlie smiled, pulling Owen into a quick hug. 

“Night Owen.” He mumbled. Owen took a step back. 

“Night Char.” He replied, before heading down the hallway to his own room. 

And with one last glance into Margaux’s room to check on the sleeping toddler, Charlie did the same. 

[strawberrysol]

[4:07pm] 

80s!donghyuck isn’t so happy about being sent to live with his aunt over the summer. he had only seen her once when he was ten, and from what he remembers, she is just about the most unbearable woman he has ever met. even all these years later, he stands by that statement.

as soon as donghyuck arrives at her perfect, suburban house, his body fills with dread. her lawn is cropped to what he’s sure is exactly one inch, and the flowerbeds are groomed meticulously, free of even a single weed. three whole-ass months, he thinks, sighing.

his aunt opens the pristine white door, teeth bared in an even whiter smile as she shouts, “oh, my duckie! you’re here! come in, come in.” her hair is fried into crisp, tight curls, and hyuck gags at the smell of chemicals and too-strong rose perfume.

“hi auntie, good to see you,” he says, trying not to grit his teeth.

donghyuck feels his ears start to ring, and forces a smile as his aunt pinches his cheeks and inspects him from head-to-toe.

“duckie, you’ve grown so much!” she squeals, making hyuck’s head pound. he’s always hated that nickname. “your mother was right, you’ve become quite a handsome young man.” she pats him on his now crimson cheek for good measure, and all hyuck can do is laugh awkwardly.

“thank you, auntie. is it okay if i go put my stuff in my room?” he tries politely, gesturing to his suitcase.

“of course! make yourself at home!” she exclaims, and hyuck wonders how her voice still works, because she can only seem to speak in shouts.

he doesn’t hesitate to head up the staircase to the guest bedroom, relieved to escape his aunt’s overjoyous hugs. he puts his headphones on, plugging them into his walkman before going to work unpacking. at least he has his michael jackson to keep him entertained while he’s in this hellish, boring house. hyuck gazes out the window mindlessly as he puts some of his shirts in the dresser, noticing you in the house next door, dancing and singing loudly.

he takes off his headphones, walking over to the window, seeing if he can hear what you’re listening to. you don’t seem to notice the pair of eyes on you, continuing to dance and belt the lyrics to what hyuck recognizes as a fleetwood mac song. hyuck can’t help but smile sheepishly, because you look so carefree, so pretty. not to mention, you probably have good music taste. his cheeks grow hot when he thinks you are about to see him watching you, and he turns around to finish putting his clothes away. though he tries desperately, he can’t will away the blush that creeps up his neck.

if he gets to see you, maybe this summer wouldn’t be so bad after all.

[idk-man-just-here-for-the-food]

botato

[cryptid-killjoy]

“I need you to walk your little duckie feet to her office right now.” 

“After lunch, Auntie. I’m trying to chill.” Lena would speak with little conviction so used to her Aunt Magica wanting her to do something. Do this. Do that. Go to Duckburg and find a way through a mission impossible secured bank vault to see if it’s the one with Scrooge’s number one dime in it. Blah blah blah blah blah. She was always blathering on about something. She hardly had time for herself. 

Then Magica began to shout like a child holding their ears in reverse. Instead of I’m not listening she kept saying, “No chilling till you go there. No chilling till you go there.” Being attached to a strong willed teenager as her shadow made getting her own business done very challenging.  

Incessant shadow. 

“Fine.” She said unimpressed. She got up from eating her lunch in her legacy suit and navigated herself, and her shadow on down to Halloween Town High’s office in hopes of seeing Oogie Boogie herself.

*Knock knock*

[mwolf0epsilon]

I just thinked that if the toons where humans, they would be most likely employes siblings/cousins ​/nephews/children. Bendy would be Henry's brother or Joey's (or even Sammy) son. Boris could be Wally's or Buddy cousin, or better, Thomas nephew! (Just gor that and oHhowcuTE). Alice probably be Sammy's newphew or daughter, or Susie's sister :D. Barley likely be Lacie's brother or grandpa¿ idk with that one. Charley family of Shawn. And Edgar son of Grant. I'm sure that I skiped someone haha

I definitely see Bendy as being Henry's son, with Joey being the crazy uncle he should definitely not listen to.

Boris as Thomas's nephew is hilarious to me because he's the opposite of Tom and would likely get on with Wally and Buddy.

Alice as Susie's and Sammy's daughter would be really cute!

Barley strikes me as maybe being Lacie's uncle that she went to live with after she left home. They talk about fishing and engineering, with the other not knowing anything about the other's topic but being supportive anyway.

Charley is one of Shawn's brothers and their arguments get super loud because neither has an indoor voice or the sense to back down.

Edgar is Grant's kid and knows a lot of words he shouldn't repeat because daddy gets at least one letter smearing his name from his crazy ex once a week. He also knows how taxes work but would rather play with his ducky instead.

Definitely can see Miss Twisted as Susie's rebellious cousin, Cameraman as Norman's son, and the Brute as one of Wally's cousins (the one that shakes up people at Wally's uncle's car dealership).

The Pie Lady could be Allison's aunty, and the Wooly Triplets are Jack's nephews. Boswell is definitely a relative of Nathan's.

Chester is Bertrum's brother who owns a pirate themed amusement park (they're competitors), Gaskette is one of Wally's many uncles (no blood relation), Canoodle is a friend of Buddy's grandpa, and Dewey is Grant's stuck-up brother.

[woso-dreamzzz]

Question/HC about squish??

U might have already answered this but does she exist in a universe with other kids? (If she does how does she interact with them??)

Also any hcs about how she reacts to the Arsenal girlies if/when she meets them??? And the national team (especially Ingrid and maybe Guro or Celine [and how she reacts when Arsenal play Chelsea or Tottenham]) ???

Squish exists with Duckie and Munchkin!

She doesn't see either of them very often but Munchkin adores her cousin Squish (because Munchkin is adamant that Squish is her cousin) and loves following her around.

Squish met the Arsenal girls when she was still quite young and they all completely freaked out (in the best way possible) because Frida hadn't even mentioned a daughter until Emma visited with Squish.

Squish's Auntie Ingrid adores her so much. She loves seeing Squish at camp and always brings presents and gifts and just spoils her so much no matter what Frida says.

Guro and Celin equally adore Squish and loves when she comes to visit. Squish can go on and on about all the hikes she takes with Emma and all the new plants she's learnt about and Guro and Celin love to listen to her

[shitiger]

I based the dress Count Duckula wears off of these two.  He’s wearing the first dress, but it has long sleeves, like the 2nd dress. 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27503851

Every Rose Has It’s Thorns:  When Duckula discovers a room full of wigs and dresses, he decides to try his luck visiting the village in disguise.  It goes better than intended when he catches the eye of Dr. Von Goosewing.  But how long will his charade be able to last?

(Shi Tiger)

Chapter 1:  Miss. Lobilia's Debut  

 Count Duckula had only been reaching for a book to read.  He hadn’t expected to find a secret room behind the bookshelf in his study.  “So, there’s a fake book on that shelf. And by pulling it, I opened a door.  Very curious.”

 The vegetarian vampire stepped into the adjoining room, glancing around at what appeared to be a lady’s dressing room.  Two long closets lined the walls, filled to the brim with lacy dresses, silken gowns, and wigs of various shapes and colors.  

 “Igor!  Igor!” Duckula tapped his foot as he waited impatiently for the butler to enter the study.  

 “Yes, my lord?”

 “What is this room?  Was one of the previous counts married?   All I see are dresses and wigs and jewellery,” said the vampire, waving at the little room.

 “Ah, I see you found the dressing room, my lord.  I can assure you that no ladies were ever invited in there.  This room belonged to your great-great-GREAT grandfather.  He was a frivolous sort of fellow. Enjoyed dressing up, and dining on handsome young village men.  He threw the most splendid parties,” Igor sighed.

 “Oh, well… That’s interesting,” Duckula said, closing the bookshelf to once again hide the little room.  “Not that I’m interested in that sort of thing - especially not the dining on young men part.   You may go, Igor."

 “And you, sir?” the butler asked, raising a brow.

 “I intend to cozy up with a good book for the afternoon.  Yep.” The vampire plucked a random book off the bookshelf, and settled down into the green armchair next to his desk.  

 “Of course, sir.” The old buzzard left, closing the door behind him.

 “That’s right.  I’m just going to read this book, and forget all about that crazy room.”

***

 The dresses really were pretty.  They’d probably feel soft and dainty against his feathers.  What was the harm in trying on just one dress?  Perhaps the purple one.  

 Well now, this was nice. A bit like his cloak, really.  Duckula gave a twirl, a tingle of delight rising in his chest as the dress swirled around his legs.  “A pity I can’t see myself in a mirror.”  A blond wig with delicately-crafted ringlets caught his eye, and he reached for it.  It really was a shame to see the dust gathering on such beautiful clothing.  

 After shaking out the wig, he slipped it onto his head.  As an afterthought, he slid on a pair of (slingback) purple shoes.    The extra inch of height caused him to wobble, but after a few strides back and forth, he soon found his footing.  “And a lady would never leave the house without some kind of jewellery,” he told himself.  “Not that I’m a lady… I’m just disguised as one.  That’s it!  A disguise.  To fool the villagefolk into thinking I’m just like them.”

 He slipped on a silver bracelet, admiring the way it sparkled on his wrist.  “Duckula, you genius, you.  No, Duckula isn’t the name for a young lady.” A spark of inspiration hit him like a sledgehammer.  “My nayme is Lobilia.  Well, I nevah.  You cannot ask such a thing of a lady of my standing. I’m a proper southern belle, I am.”

 The count slipped out of the room, leaving the bookshelf door open just a crack.  “Maybe just one quick trip to the village - just to be sure my disguise is working,” he told himself, holding onto the banister as he stepped carefully down the stairs.

 “Oh my!  What a pretty young lady you are.  Does Duckie-boo know you’re here?” Nanny asked, catching sight of him as he reached the landing.

 “Nanny, it’s me.  I’m Duckula!” the vampire said, giving her a delicate curtsy.  

 “Oh, my stars.  It’s been a long time since I’ve seen any Count Duckula in such pretty clothes.  Brings back memories, it does,” the heavyweight woman sighed, wiping a tear from her eye.

 “Indeed.  I had a feeling those outfits would catch your attention, master,” Igor chuckled, stepping out of the adjoining hallway.  

 “It’s not like that.  I’m just… in disguise.  In fact, I’m heading to the village right now to see if anyone recognizes me,” Duckula said, striking what he knew was a very unladylike pose.  

 “Of course.  I have no doubt that you shall ensnare any man or woman that crosses your path, my lord,” Igor insisted, smiling deviously.  

 “I’m not..!” Duckula sighed, rubbing his forehead.  “Sure, that’s it, Igor.”  Might as well just go along with it.  It wasn’t like he was actually going to bring a young man or woman back to the castle with him.  

 “Wonderful!” The butler clapped his hands in merriment.  “I’ll prepare the      special     dungeon.”

 “Don’t!” Duckula called after him, but it was too late.   Honestly, all he wanted to do was go to the village, and see if anyone recognized him.  It would be nice to walk around the locals without screams of ‘Vampire!’ plaguing him every step of the way.  And it had absolutely nothing to do with enjoying the feeling of wearing women’s clothing!

***

 The vampire hunter was sitting down to a nice evening meal at the local tavern, eager to enjoy a night of good food and pleasant music, when he laid eyes on HER. She is radiant, Goosewing thought to himself.  A flower amidst the brambles.

 The lovely woman stood near the stage, transfixed by the band playing a sultry melody.  The flow of the lights highlighted on her blond ringlets, and emerald feathers.  As he considered the best way to approach her, a waitress caught her attention first.

 “Excuse me, miss.  Do you have a reservation?” the brunette asked pleasantly. 

The woman turned around quickly.  “A reservation?  Why, I hadn’t thought to call ahead.  My family is new to these here parts.”

 The vampire hunter nearly swooned at the southern accent that fell naturally from the lady’s pretty yellow bill.  It was so refined and elegant.  She must be the daughter of a wealthy family.  Goosewing could look at her all day, and never lose interest.  

 “I’m afraid we’re quite booked today, miss…”

 “Oh, Lobilia.  Miss. Lobilia,” the emerald duck said, giving the waitress a delicate curtsy.  

 “Yes, well.  If you don’t have a table…”

 “Excuse me,” Goosewing interjected, rising from his nearby seat.  He gestured to the empty chair at his small table.  “I have an extra seat if the lady is interested.”

 Dark eyes focused on him as an expression of surprise passed over the woman’s face.  “Are you…” She cleared her throat, her southern accent thick and melodious as she continued, “Aren’t you just a fine, upstanding gentleman.”

 “You flatter me, meine fair lady.” Goosewing rushed to pull out her seat, admiring her pretty lavender dress as she sat down to join him. The waitress stepped up to the table, her smile slightly strained as she slipped a notepad out of her apron.

 “Alright then.  What can I get you, miss?”

 “Oh, goodness.” The woman riffled through her handbag, before setting it down on the floor by her feet.  “I forgot my coin purse at home.  I hadn’t intended to partake of a meal tonight, but the music was just so lovely…  Perhaps just a glass of water.”

 “Nonsense,” Goosewing protested.  He passed the menu to his feminine guest. “I would be happy to cover the bill - if it isn’t too forward of me.”

 The lady blushed shyly at his offer.  “If you’d like.  But I insist on pay-in the next time.”

 “The next time?” Goosewing perked up, his feet tapping happily under the table.

 The woman gazed at him from beneath purple-shadowed eyelids.  “I-if that isn’t too bold of me…” she replied softly.

 “Not at all, meine lady!” the vampire hunter said, unable to keep a smile off his beak.

 “Ahem,” the waitress interrupted.  “Would you care to order, miss?”

 “Um, yes, well… I happen to be a strict vegetarian, you see.  I have a meat allergy.” The lady’s gaze returned to Goosewing, her dark eyes gazing into his heart.  “Even the slightest drop of blood upsets my delicate stomach.”

 “May I suggest the golden beet stew, with a side salad,” said the waitress.

 “That sounds lov-e-ly, my dear.”

 Goosewing felt his feathers tingle with excitement.  No blood!   She was definitely not a vampire like that cold-hearted fiend, Count Duckula.  Even if her feathers were a similar color… NEIN!  Her feathers were far more glorious, and her eyes were velvety pools of night.

 “Oh, goodness me.  I haven’t introduced myself.  My name is Lobilia… Duck.  Yes, that’s it,” said the woman.  

 “Dr. Otto von Goosewing, at your service, meine lady.  As you recently moved to the village, may I ask how many people there are in your family?”

 “Oh, um…” Her gaze flickered to the musicians who were strumming a new tune.  “Just my uncle and aunt.  They don’t leave the house much these days.”

 “Oh?  And what are their names?” the professor asked curiously. He barely noticed when her eyes darted around the room, as if trying to come up with an answer on the spot.  

 “That would be Uncle… Ignatius, and Auntie Nann… Nancy,” she exclaimed, giving him a soft smile.  Their conversation was briefly interrupted by the waitress returning with her order.  As the evening stretched on, they shared light small talk as they listened to the local band play.  

 “What a wonderful evening, made all the better with your company, meine dear,” Goosewing said, kissing the woman’s soft hand.   “May I be so bold as to walk you home, meine liebe Frau?” (my dear lady)

 “I… No.  My family is very strict, you see. But… maybe I’ll see you again soon?” Lobilia said, batting her pretty purple-lidded eyes at him.

 “I would be delighted.  How’s about next Friday at the same restaurant?” Goosewing suggested, eager to see the fair maiden again.   She giggled, delicately covering her bill with a hand.  

 “I look forward to it, my dear sir.  Don’t forget, it will be my treat.”  

 Goosewing sighed as he watched the delicate flower sashay off down the street, her purse dangling from her elbow.  “There goes the most beautiful woman in the entire country.”