So While I Work On The First Chapter Of My Proposed Umbrella Academy Fic. I Figured Id Post Some OC Head

So while I work on the first chapter of my proposed Umbrella Academy fic. I figured I’d post some OC head canons following some of my favorite oc’s I’ve created thus far.

Pushing Up Daisies Headcanons

Disclaimer: Pushing Up Daisies it just a working title at the moment, and so is the child’s name.

Her full name is actually Charlotte-June Hargreeves.

Charlotte was born when Five was 54. The result of a rather drunk and poor decision.

Her parents do not get along to they agreed she'd have two first names one they each liked.

Five rotating between denial and trepidation after Charlotte’s mother shares the "good news".

Five and her mother are bitter rivals and Charlotte's creation makes things even more rigid.

Five surprisingly being elated the day Charlotte is born, July 4th 1960. The first time he holds her in his arms he can feel his world brighten.

Charlotte is his world now.

Five having to leave her for his Commission work, which pains him.

Charlotte’s mother leaves her. She’s raised in the incapable hands of her aunt Maggie in Decorah, Iowa, during the 1960's.

Charlotte proudly being apart of team normal for a time.

He sneaks away every now and then to see his daughter on the farm.

This dude makes a big deal when his little girl makes him a ‘World’s Best Dad’ mug for fathers day. It looks like shit but it's his shit.

He's still a sarcastic asshole but he at least tries to filter himself around Charlotte. (Though he still ends up cursing around her a lot.)

Five adores Charlotte’s pure innocence, she hasn’t yet been exposed to the real cruelties of the world, he intends to shield her from them for as long as possible.

Charlotte’s aunt hates his visits, she says he's a bad influence.

Charlotte finds gifts left for her randomly all over the place, all the time.

He's very attached to Charlotte though he'll rarely admit it to anyone. And while he doesn't talk about it she knows she’s loved.

Five has to make adjustments to his time traveling plans so he can bring his daughter with him.

Charlotte’s dad "borrowing" her. Taking her on his Kennedy assisanation assignment. (So she’s there when he leaves the commission.)

Charlotte initially freaks out at first when her dad becomes a thirteen year old asshole and she surronded by people she’s never met, in an all new time period.

All of the Hargreeves losing there minds over Charlotte-June H. Not just because of her existence but she’s so freakin adorable and precious.

If anyone gives Charlotte shit Five will not hesitate in destroying them.

Being Peter Parker’s Younger Sister Would Include…

•Looking up to your older brother a lot. Peter doesn’t really get why but he’s happy about it nonetheless

•Despite the good relationship you guys have there are arguments about for example you always borrowing Peter’s things but Aunt May is usually able to break things up

•Peter helping you with your homework and teaching you concepts whenever you have trouble

“I wish you were my teacher Pete. I’d be getting As all the time”

•Playing video games together, even though you’re younger Peter does like to hang out with you

•Being invites out to hang out with Peter and Ned because your brother doesn’t want you to feel left out

•Having movies nights with your brother

•Peter having to take days off from being Spider-Man so that he can babysit you for May

•Your brother getting low key jealous whenever you claim to like a super hero that isn’t Spider-Man

“Thor? Really? What about Spider-Man?”

“He’s okay I guess”

“… you take that back”

•Inheriting a ton of nerdy habits and interests because of your brother’s influence

•Peter always looking out for you, even when you don’t know it as Spider-Man while you’re out with your friends

•Finding out that Peter is Spider-Man at the same time your Aunt does (mainly because of her shouting at the top of her lungs after she saw Peter in his suit) and being pissed that it took so long for you to find out

“Why didn’t you tell me?!”

•Becoming the head of the Spider-Man fan club once you know the truth. You already thought your older brother was cool but this was far beyond that

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Forever and Always - Part 1

Title: Forever and Always

Word count: 1,000

Characters: Blu and Girl

Warnings: Angst, crappy writing

Notes: I made this all the way back in 2017. Never got around to doing much with it. Shame. I enjoyed writing it. Even though it made me sad. So I’m posting it, unedited here.

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March 17, 2006

"Are we there yet?" I ask, leaning forward in my car seat. My mommy adjust the rearview mirror so she can see me better then smiles. Mommy has a kind smile like an Angels'. It always makes me feel so loved when I see her smile.

"We left the house ten minutes ago silly girl," she laughs. Her laughs matches beautiful Christmas bells. My mommy is beautiful, she is the most beautiful mommy in the world. No other mommy can beat her ever.

"But it feels like forever ago, we'll never ever get there." I groan, pushing my wild brown curls out of my eyes. My hair is short and wild it can never be contained, were as my mom's hair is long and flows in elegant waves there isn't even a hair out of place.

"Yes we will it's just ten more minutes." She puts the the rear view mirror back into focus. The car rounds a corner causing garbage and forgot groceries from the other day to slide.

"Hey you said that like five minutes ago." I whine folding my arms across my chest and giving her seat a nice hard kick. "When were you able to tell time?"

"I'm genius, I know everything." I boast proudly. I have to know everything I'm six years old. And six year olds know everything. I'll always know everything I'll stay six forever! You hear that? I'm not growing up, I love being six. I have no worries and no problems. I think to myself believing that I could actually stay little forever.

"Alright genius just look out the window and we'll be there in no time." Through the window I could see a world passing by. The world is passing by without me. I think of all the things I could be doing but can't because I'm sitting in a car. I could be at the park discovering buried treasure in the sandbox or at the beach pretending I'm mermaid. All of those beat sitting in a car that smells like McDonald's takeout.

The car pulls up into a gravel driveway, dust and rocks kick up everywhere. Down the road I can see an old farm house. The house obviously need some new paint and one of the windows was boarded up. "We're here we're here we're here we're here!" I squeal, I can barely contain my excitement, if I hold it in any longer I would surely burst like a bubble.

My mom gets out of the car first closing the door behind her. She opens my door and helps my get unbuckled. I jump out of my seat landing on the gravel drive. Without hesitation I take off for the barn. My mother is calling out after me but I don't listen. Not really paying a lick of attention to my surroundings I trip over something half my size. I quickly get up and dust myself off as best I can. I turn to see what I'd tripped over, a chicken? I tripped over a Clydesdale chicken? "Alright sweetheart slow down," my mother breathes completely out of breath.

We make our way, together, to the barn. The barn looks much better than the house, brand new in fact. Inside single strands of hay litter the floor and full hay bales are up in the rafters. Little balls of fuzz play happily together in a pile of hay. "Puppies!" I squeal getting the fuzz ball's attention. My mother’s friend had a litter of Australian Shepard puppies and I get to have one. They run over to me excitedly tackling me down to the ground.

"Okay Libby remember only one puppy," mommy reminds me. I frown hugging three of the eight pups. "Aww but they're all so cute how can I chose just one?"

I mutter under my breath looking all the puppies over. "Well your cute…wait so are you, and you, and you. You're all just so cuddly!"

“Mommy why can't we keep them all?" I beg making the most saddest puppy dog eyes I’ve ever made. "Honey we don't have the room," it’s like my whole world shatters. I can’t chose that would be like choosing my favorite parent, it’s mommy obviously. There is only one way to make sure this is fair.

I close my eyes and spin myself around holding my index finger high in the air. "Okay I chose you." I shout opening my eyes to see where my finger has landed. It was the smallest pup sitting at the back of litter grey fur covers his back and face. White fur covered his belly, paws and muzzle, and black spots covered the grey area. His eyes were blue and brown and his stub of a tail was wagging at an unusually fast pace. ”Well aren't you a strange pup? I like you, think of all the adventures we'll go on."

I pick the pup up and carry him over to my mom, he’s a lot heavier than I thought he would be. "I chose this one mommy," I say with pride, my mother looks the little pup over. "Sweetie are you sure?" I nod my head so fast I feel like a bobble head, "yep he's special I can feel it."

"Okay then what are going to name him?" Mommy asks, I furrow my eyebrows in slight confusion. "I don't know he needs a special name. A special name for a special pup." I take a couple of minutes to think it over. We slowly walk back to our car, it’s a blue Honda Civic. At night it can appear silver in the moonlight. My eyes light up at the sudden realization, I know what this pup should be named. "How about Blu?" "I like it."

"Come on Blu if we don't leave now we may never make it home, it takes forever." I giggle hoisting Blu up into the car. It’s Blu, mom, and me together forever and always.

Little Star - 13th Doctor

doctor x daughter reader you mentioned the doctor comforting the reader after a nightmare

Pairing: Parent!13th Doctor x child!reader

Warnings: Nightmares, comfort

A/N: Gah I looooove doing Parent x child!

Ever since Y/N had lost her biological parents in a fire, she had had nightmares. Nightmares of the flames that licked the walls of her house as she was laying in her crib, wailing from the hotness. She couldn’t see anything in her dreams, as she had been only two when it happened, but she could make out the smell of smoke and the warmth that slapped her face in waves. Sometimes her mind would screw around with her and add some screams into thw mix.

The Doctor hadn’t even thought of them as a possibility at first. She didn’t exactly see anything when it happened, therefore how could such a sweet child like Y/N experience nightmares? In fact she hadn’t at first, they came around her fourth birthday. After that she had a nightmare at least once a week. The Doctor tried to find anything to make them go away, but so far had only come up with stories to distract the young child.

Y/N felt her heart bump in her chest a she sat curled in her bed. Looking at the shadows on the wall she tried to remind herself that she was safe, Aunt-Yaz was sleeping in the room next to her. So were Uncle-Ryan and Pops. She was alright.

Yet tears rolled down her cheeks as she hurrieldy padded to the door and stepped outside. Y/N knew The Doctor didn’t sleep much, at this time of night she must have been down at the panel.

Quietly she stepped down the stairs, holding on the smooth walls of the Tardis while walking. The stairs she went a bit slower, The Doctor saw her walking them down and closed the panel window before picking her up.

”Hey little star, what are you doing up,” she placed Y/N to sit on the edge of the panel. Quickly worry hit her hearts when she saw the tear streacks on Y/N’s puffy cheeks. Tiredly the child rubbed her eyes.

”I saw a bad dream again,” she mumbled.

”The same one?” The Doctor asked and Y/N nodded.

”Oh, poor star,” She sighed and picked Y/N up while walking towards her room.

”Can you tell me a story,” the child asks innocently, not letting go of Doctor’s arm. She stubbornly pulled the Timelord to lay down next to her. The Doctor chuckeld inwardly and nodded, knowing she couldn’t leave the distressed child there by herself.

”What would you like to hear?”

”Tell me… about the time you fought giant wasps!” Y/N exclaimed and snuggled closer to the blonde alien. The Doctor brushed Y/N’s smooth hair while smiling down at her. Her eyes were already much less sad.

”I thought you hated bees.”

”Bees are nice,” Y/N babbled. ”Wasps are not nice. They sting,” she scrunched her nose in disgust. The Doctor chuckled and nodded her head.

”Very well then,” Y/N slid under the sheets and placed her small head over the Doctor’s stomach while listening to her story.

”This was the time I was still a bloke…”

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Short Excerpt

Title: N/A

Word count: 622

Characters: Beatrice Blue & Steven Universe

Warnings: Fluff, and brother sister bonding?

Notes: It’s just an excerpt from something I don’t think I’ll finish. I think I need a writing buddy.

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“Ba ba ba, ba ba ba, bah-dum!”

Down the road aways, pushed back from the suburban borrows, by the coastal headland just a few hard from the cove, on little girl was hard at work.

Stealthily on her tiptoes she began to approach the room two doors down from hers. She quietly opened the door. The room was silent save for the repetitious hum Let the space hear, and her own low humming of her self made theme song. She crawled like an arachnid superhero over the over the objects that littered the floor. She picked her way across the shag carpet, trying not to step on anything that could possibly make noise or break under her weight.

Once she sat at the base of the bed she slipped beneath the frame to the other side. She using the end table she climbed up to the shelve that hung above the mattress. Her eyes twitched as she readied herself to jump on the mass bellow. She wiggled her little butt and sprang into action while shouting.

“Gotcha!” She giggled madly, wrapping her arms around the mound beneath the sheets. It took her a minute before the realization hit her. She drew back all the covers until she stood alone in a mess of sheets. “Ah nuggets,” she pouted.

“Hmm?” Before she knew it a translucent wall of pink rose up from below trapping her in bubble. “Hey!” She screeched. She folded her arms over her chest with a huff. There was only one person she knew who could bubble her. The bifold closet doors slid open and out strode her older brother, looking all to smug.

Steven folding his arms over his chest snickered.

“Sorry Bea not this time.”

Beatrice slapped her palms against the bubble casing. “How’d you know I was coming?” She knew her pithy slaps wouldn’t do anything to free her but it was a good way of expressing her frustration.

Steven chuckled gently kneeling in front of the bed where his sister was bubbled. “You do this every time I sleep over.”

Bea’s nose crinkled ever so slightly as she pondered what he told her. “Oh yeah,” she beamed. Her mood immediately brightened and she began to bounce up and down. “I feel, I feel like a gerbil in here. Hey can-“ One second she was happily bouncing, the next her face was flat the thin shell of pink bubble being the only thing separating it from the carpet.

“Beatrice!”

The blonde just shook her head and turned to her brother a dopey grin plastered on her freckled face. “Can I go to breakfast like this?” Her eyes, Steven could swear, they were shaped like stars. “I want to run into stuff.”

Steven rolled his eyes, “weirdo.” Her eyes were so big, so bright he couldn’t resist, “Fine.” Beatrice pumped her fist in the air. Already out the door, heading for the kitchen down the hall Steven called her.

“Come on, gerbil.”