#no seriously when I saw him invite Becky to stay for dinner the serotonin activated

[livingislands]

Could I hear about your interpretation of dad The Butcher? I just love your found family headcanons. 🥺

Oh abso-fucking-lutely I have so much for this man

(also side note I love the analysis you do like 10/10 amazing beautiful jaw-dropping awe-inspiring I constantly have it on my mind)

With The Butcher, it was one of the most seamless transitions.

He had always cared for Wordgirl, or at the very least gotten along with her the best out of all the villains. During battles the two often talked about their day, what's on their mind, or what's bothering them that caused today's crime/outburst. The other listened attentively and tried giving the best advice they could with the limited knowledge they could. Whenever Wordgirl had something troubling on her mind, especially when it came to her family, she nearly made a beeline to Butcher's home, knocking on his door and ready to spill today's worries. Butcher never minded, letting her in as she made herself comfortable in the arm of his rickety couch. Sometimes he'd be moving around his house as she rambled, other times he'd make himself comfortable on the rest of the couch as she rested her head on his. He'd rest his arm on her, allowing her to play and fiddle with his fingers(which he still can't get over that they're bigger than her entire hand). It was comforting.

Other times, The Butcher invited her out to dinner when the two had no plans for the day. Their favorite (well, his favorite) place to go was at the meat themed restaurant. Aside from its menu being primarily meat and meat based products, it was close by and cheap enough that he could take her there every week without worrying too much.

It took her some convincing as she often turned him down. What surprised him wasn't because he was a villain, but she didn't want to feel like a burden on him. He didn't know if she knew about his financial struggles or if she just constantly had that on her mind (which worried him further, little kids shouldn't be worrying about that) but he was firm and assured her it was no problem as he wouldn't have invited her had he not wanted to. The first time the two had gone into the restaurant, they received confused glances from the customers, but Butcher glared back and they quickly looked away.

They had gotten into their seats, Butcher having pulled out a chair for Wordgirl to sit on which she happily plopped onto. They ordered their food (where once again Butcher encouraged her to get something she wanted, rather than something cheap) and they dug in.

As if starving, Becky began scarfing down her food. She had gotten an assortment of sea food, but she was especially voracious with the crab legs. The lobster cracker was cast to the side as she opted for her canines, sharp enough that it pierced through the shell no problem. Butcher just stared at her till she stopped mid crunch, looking her violet eyes with his maroon ones. Slowly, she pulled the cracked leg from her mouth and looked away. Butcher just laughed, patting her on the back and commenting that he's glad she's enjoying the food so much. She smiled sheepishly before going back to her crab legs, a bit slower this time. He smiled before turning back to his own food.

After dinner(in which he had to distract Wordgirl so he could pay himself, instead of splitting the bill like she demanded) , the two made their way out and into the open street. Butcher thought that was the end of their day together, till he felt a hard tug on his hand. He looked down, and there he saw a little girl jumping up and down in delight as she points to a distant ice cream store, asking if he could take her there next.

It was hard, sometimes, to remember that his nemesis was a little girl at the end of the day.

He smiled and urged her to head on ahead, not realizing that she'd squeeze his hand harder as she all but dragged him to the store. She ordered her flavors and toppings to her hearts delight. Not once, did she let go of his hand, and Butcher couldn't help but smile.

It only grew from there. She constantly held onto his hand or arm, sat atop his shoulders, and was just generally on him in general. Her favorite thing to do was to cling onto his arm as if she was a koala, and he'd just respond by gently swaying his arm back in forth, watching her sway in delight.

He still remembers the first time he called her "pumpkin". It was weird, just how naturally it rolled off his tongue. He had no children, nor did he have any nieces or nephews which would explain his natural affectionate nature with her (his father's emotionally distant nature didn't help either) yet with her it was so easy.

The two were walking down the street when her eyes locked onto a unicorn figurine. She squealed, jumping up and down as she pulled on his arm, begging that he'd get it for her. He raised his brows in amusement, before answering "Alright, pumpkin. You go in there and get yourself that little pony" sending her off into the store. He didn't realize what he said until a few minutes after she acquired her figurine. He didn't have time to process what he said as she threw her arms around him, squeezing him as hard as she could. She thanked him repeatedly, so much that had he not knew she didn't need oxygen he would've been concerned she'd passed out from lack of air. He got on his knees and hugged her back, his arms enveloping her. He mumbled, "no problem sweetie" so quiet even he barely heard himself.

He had forgotten she had super-hearing, and if he felt drops of water on his shirt, he paid no mind to it.

From then on the affection just skyrocketed because I get to project here you'll never take me alive.

Like all the cheek kisses, forehead kisses, he'd hug her then just smother her with kisses and annoy her by rubbing his stubble against her and she just giggles and laughs. Sometimes she'd just come over and immediately make a beeline to his bed because it's a California king and it's the comfiest thing ever. He thinks it's cute till she sleeps dead in the center of the bed. He doesn't have the heart to wake her so he just rolls her to the side and makes himself comfortable on the bed, letting her nuzzle against his chest as she drifts off to sleep.

ALSO he absolutely loves cooking and always makes sure to make extra in case she comes over. She loves every dish he makes and even learned some of the simpler recipes from helping him cook.

The villains complain that he's wayyyy to soft on her, but he can't hear them over the sounds of the carnival they're going to and the corn dogs they're eating right now.

#wordgirl #becky botsford #the butcher wordgirl #the Butcher #he's my absolute favorite to found family #he just loves her so much in this essay I will- #no seriously when I saw him invite Becky to stay for dinner the serotonin activated #he's so father I could talk about it forever #asks