Sometimes I Hate Myself

Sometimes I hate myself

A friend asked me how do I think Duckworth died and that his last words (at least that she remembered reading somewhere) were "Very good, sir".

My dumb mind immediately went to food poisoning and that Scrooge was the one who cooked the meal. "How's the food Duckworth?"

He's not allowed in the kitchen anymore.

...

Sorry. I'll see myself out

Oh, don't you dare look back

Just keep your eyes on me

I said you're holding back

She said

Shut up and dance with me

Beakley dancing is my new favourite thing

OMFG, AGSASGJKLG THIS IS SO FREAKING SOFT AND CUTE 😻 😻 😻 😻

I love how sweet they are with each other!!!

My skin is clearer, my heart is bigger, this is 1000% fluff and my lifespan has been increased by at least 20 years thanks to this masterpiece 😻❤❤❤❤❤❤

Cold (A Blind! Scrooge x Werewolf! Beakley Fic)

Scrooge could handle the cold. He has been to the Klondike before when he was earning his fortune. But there was something about this that made his teeth chatter and spine shiver. But he ignored the feeling and went over to the room where the children were sleeping.

When he arrived, he found out Beakley was there singing to the kids. Even though he was blind, he could never mistake that beautiful singing voice.

“Hello Mrs. McDuck” Scrooge gave a smooth grin. “What are you doing?”

Beakley just shook her head and gave smug grin back “I was setting up the heater for the kids. What about you?”

“I was just going to check on the kids as well.” The old duck said.

“You should go back to bed. Tomorrow you’ll have a busy day.” She replied.

All of a sudden, the windows burst open and a gust of cold wind came in. Beakley closed the window immediately and proceeded to check on Scrooge. The poor guy was frozen solid.

“Scrooge. Are you alright?” She asked, worried.

“I’m fine. A little cold never hurt me.” Scrooge lied through his chattering teeth.

“I’m taking you to bed. I’ll also prepare some tea for us” the housekeeper said.

She tucked Scrooge in and hurried to the kitchen to make the tea.

When she came back, Scrooge was still feeling pretty cold. But he was feeling better.

“Thanks for the tea” Scrooge said as he sipped from his cup.

“I have a question. Do werewolves catch a cold or a fever? I’ve always been curious since I met you all those years ago.”

Beakley smiled at the question. She remembered that most people she met were afraid of her. And here was Scrooge. Not only was he not scared, but they were also in a happy and healthy marriage.

“We don’t actually. Our blood adapts to the environment, so we always stay… warm and… fuzzy…”

That’s when Beakley came up with a crazy idea to warm Scrooge up.

“Take your clothes off” She said with no hesitation.

“Got i… What? It’s freezing outside” Scrooge stuttered.

“I want to warm you with my body” Beakley said as she started undressing.

“Isn’t there another…” Scrooge said.

“Just do as I say” Beakley interrupted.

“Fine” Scrooge said as he took off his clothes. He blushed immensely when he started to feel Beakley’s body against his. Slowly, the cold he felt started to dissipate and instead came a warm feeling unlike any other.

“Wow. You really are warm” Scrooge said as he felt his wife hugging him from behind.

“Thank you, dear. Now let’s sleep. I’m tired.”

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FINALLY THIS FUCKING THING IS FINISHED

@ai-higurashi @missmystical12 @cybra-sensei

If you liked it, comment, reblog, or even better, draw fanart of this.

When you hit your pinky toe on the edge of the table.

It's been cold outside for a while and, whenever I walk on the street, the only thing my mind keeps picturing are ducks in coats and sharing winter clothes.

My heart can't take it any longer.

And of course I had to start with my personal favourite lesbians

Someone, please, tell me how to stop my brain from making me fangirl out of the blue in public. I've already creeped out some people, this needs to stop XD