tiny yellow ducks

hush little baby...

cs future family fluff ~ or the one in which Killian and Emma are in awe, and amazed, and so in love with their five-week old baby girl. (( AO3 ))

AN:I’m sad, kay? and with cs babies and singing on the brain, so excuse me while I pour all my mush into the world. Fluff galore to help me deal with today.

​Everything is just so small. So so bloody small.

Before Estella was born, Killian helped Emma wash and fold the tiny clothes; all of them, including the miniature trousers and booties. He briefly wondered (assumed) the baby sure wasn’t going to be able to fit in half the clothes.

It had been much of an afterthought back then. He shared a look with Emma when she commented about the size of the clothes (most likely having read his thoughts about the matter) but that had been the end of it.

They carried on, deciding instead which tiny outfit their baby would wear when they brought her or him home from the hospital.

At the time, they didn’t know Estella was a girl, so they’ve chosen a little white cotton one-piece, with tiny yellow ducks on the feet and a small one near the heart.

Once the day came, and Estella was born, it turned out the outfit they chose was much too big for their little duckling. Estella was a wee little one and most all the clothes they had for her, were too big.

Killian could hardly believe it and insisted there was no way that was possible.

Emma had been more understanding than he was, and proceeded to make arrangements to get more than a handful of smaller clothes for Estella.

She reassured him telling him Estella would grow into all of her clothes in no time flat, and that this was normal. “She was born a whole five weeks early, Killian,” Emma had told him patiently. “There was a lot of chunking up this little one decided to skip,” she’d said, before kissing Estella softly and effectively making his heart stutter.

(Grow in size as well. Probably two sizes at least)

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Moonstruck: Chapter 4

Originally posted by jungkook-gifs

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

Genre: fluff with some angst (Jungkook x OC)

Word Count: 3.5k

Summary: You and Jungkook have been best friends for as long as you can remember. But when he starts acting strange, you begin to fear the worst. You hope that tagging along with him and his family for their annual summer trip might bring him out of his slump, but things quickly get messy as you start to question where both of you stand in your relationship

FIRST AND FOREMOST I WANT TO THANK TWO LOVELY PEOPLE @boymeetsfiction​​ and @taeklings​​ for supporting this story so damn hard like seriously thank you

Later that night you find yourself tossing around in bed. Dreams of massive, churning waves and deep, dark waters leave you a shaking mess. You startle awake in a cold sweat, mistaking it for the cool touch of the ocean outside your window. After taking some deep breaths, you manage to peel yourself from the now damp mattress, sitting with your legs hanging over the edge.

The clock resting on the table beside your bed reads 3:03 AM. You rub your stinging eyes and place your feet on the floor, forcing yourself up to a standing position. You try to keep quiet so you don’t wake anyone, especially Jungkook’s parents, but you can’t prevent the soft slap of your feet as you trudge down the stairs.

You reach the kitchen and open one of the cabinets, searching for a glass. When you find one, you glance at the sink faucet and cringe, instead going into the fridge to pull out the milk. Your mom always told you that warm milk was best for troubled sleeping. You pour a cup and open the microwave, setting the time for a few seconds. Still conscious of the other occupants of the house, you wait until the last second on the timer, quickly stopping it before the timer hits zero and sets off the alarm. You open the microwave door and tap a finger again the warm glass to see if it need to cool. Deciding it’s safe, you slide out the cup and softly shut the door again.

You stand there for a minute, leaning your elbows against the counter and sipping the drink. You’re still a little shaken from your nightmare, but the warmth gliding down your throat and settling in your belly acts as a small relief.

You sigh, trying to distract yourself from the unease in the back of your head by tracing the rim of your glass with an index finger. It’s impossible to deny the fact that part of the restlessness is due to the events from yesterday. You recognized the way he looked at you in the water. You were beginning to recall every touch and lasting glance from Jungkook. How you used to brush them off as a casual exchange between friends. But now you were beginning to see them as something a little more.

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anonymous asked:

1, 4, & 9 for reddie (cute version 🌸)

1. Who yawns and then snuggles up to their partner?

Eddie! My tiny, tired son. He always cuddles Richie when they’re watching movies or hang out and Richie melts every time.

4. When the other person is away, who likes to sleep with a stuffy that their partner got them?

Richie will never admit it, but it’s him. Eddie once gave him an old beanie baby from his childhood, this tiny yellow duck, and when he’s away from Eddie he keeps it close to him and usually wakes up cuddling it.

9. Who can’t stop laughing while the other has their arms wrapped around them and kissing their face all over?

Richie is always kissing Eddie and Eddie get’s ticklish so you can imagine the fits he has when Richie holds onto him and starts attacking him with kisses.


A little Warren Worthington the Bird story

Warnings: language. (It’s Warren)

Warren sighed when he heard a little cheep. The swans and the ducks that lived in the pond liked to follow him around. “What do you want?” He turned around to see a tiny yellow duck. It cheeped again and climbed on his boot. He frowned, the duckling looking proud of itself. He reached down and pushed it off before walking away. But it followed him. The cheeping got more frequent; it wanted him to wait. “Look fluff butt-” He accidentally kicked it. “Shit!” He didn’t mean to hurt it. He crouched and looked at the little bird, who seemed a little dazed. Warren let out a sigh of relief when it rolled back onto its feet. It cheeped and started biting the edge of his boot. Warren smiled a little. “Fine.” He scooped it up and put the duckling in his pocket. “If you shit in my jacket, I’m throwing you back into the pond.” It cheeped in response.

Warren opened the door to renter the mansion, concerned when the cheeping stopped. It fell asleep. Warren sighed; this wasn’t going to go well when he had to put it back outside later. Warren approached his friends and dropped the duckling onto the table. “Awe!” Jubilee squeed. Kurt and Jubilee instantly fawned over the little bird. Warren sat down and the duck looked at him expectantly. “I’m not going to feed you.” Cheep. “No.” Cheep. Kurt smiled as the duckling waddled over to him. “Hello.” Cheep. “Warren?”


“What does he eat?” Kurt asked, his eyes never leaving the duckling. “Worms. Grass. My boot.” That made Kurt look up. “Why your boot?” Warren shrugged. The duck got impatient and attempted to nip at anyone near. “I will throw you in the pond.” It stopped. Kurt disappeared in a puff of smoke and came back with a pile of grass. Everyone at the table watched as it happily ate the little offering Kurt brought it. Even Scott had to admit it was cute. After it was done it pushed its way into Warren sleeve. The girls awed, Warren feeling a small smile sneak onto his face. “Maybe you are good for something.” Warren mused quietly. It got passed around, Kurt holding onto him the longest, happy to have the little bird sleeping in his lap.

Unfortunately, the duckling eventually had to go back outside. It was getting late and Warren didn’t want to have to take care of him all night. Kurt and Jubilee pleaded but Warren wanted him out. So here he was at the pond holding the tiny duckling in his hands. “Good bye, fluff butt.” Warren placed him by the edge of the water and nudged him to it. Warren turned and started to walk away. Cheep. “Dammit.” Fluff butt, as Warren decided to call him, was waiting expectantly for Warren. Warren sighed and crouched down to look at the duckling for the second time that day. “Come on.” Warren held out a flat hand begrudgingly. It waddled into his palm and Warren smiled at it. “I guess you’re cute.” It tucked its head into its side as Warren carried it back to the mansion. He guessed maybe having birds follow you around all the time wasn’t so bad after all. Maybe.


A/n: I figured I’d try my hand at some fluff for Angel boy. He needs some softness in his life


@writingsofawaywardnerd@x-men-headcannons (thought a fellow Warren obsessor might want to read this 🙂)

Sometimes things just don’t go to plan, and as hard as we try, we can’t get the ideal result.

This little yellow mallard duckling was found in a park in Reigate by a member of the public, after falling from its nest and knocking itself unconscious. Although initially dazed, it quickly picked up, and we had high hopes in getting it back with its mum.

Sadly though, it just wasn’t to be… Despite us spending an afternoon wading through a lake trying, its mum refused to take it back..

We recovered the poor duckling again, and after warming it up and drying it out, it was back into one of our nice, warm incubators for some rest.

Like with our gosling, we put a mirror into its cage to stimulate self-awareness and remove human dependency. It will now stay with us until it’s big enough to be released!