#Louie: needs reassuring

[cathymee]

THIS SHOW GOT ME FUCKED UP BRO 😭

[quiverwingquack]

I just think it would be cute if Huey Dewey and Louie started calling Beakley their Granny after the events of TLA. I don’t know it’s just like. She feels like she’s gonna be pushed away and not needed anymore once Webby finds out the truth and the boys respond to that by reassuring her they love her and she’s family and they want her around. I just like it a lot.

[the-writer-nerd-ro]

My friend @soupy-drawz drew this excellent comic about Trans Louie that I loved so much I had to write a little sequel to it. Go read the comic here

Thank you, Soup, for letting me write this!

"Aw man, now I look like a-" Louie's breath caught, eyes widening.

"Like a boy."

Louie smiled then, hesitant, laughing a little at his stupidity. His stupidity. How had it taken him so long to see it? When he'd always had no trouble seeing all of the angles before?

Maybe because until now, a stranger had stared back any time he'd looked in the mirror.

And now Louie finally recognized himself.

He would have to file it away, of course. Pull his hood up while he schemed the best way to tell his family he was trans. They already called him Louie, that didn't have to change. He could deal with everything else for a while.

He could deal with other people not seeing him as he finally saw himself.

Or, at least he thought he could.

However, the second he stepped out of the bathroom, reaching to adjust his hood, he ran into the one other person who always saw all the angles.

Della froze. "Louie, your hair-"

"It was getting too long," he shifted from foot to foot, avoiding eye contact.

"It looks good. You look like-"

"Me," Louie finished for her. "I look like me."

Della beamed, "Yeah, you do."

To Louie's surprise, Della gathered him into a hug, whispering, "It's more than a haircut, isn't it?"

Tears sprung to his eyes unbidden.

"How did you know?" He asked, keeping his voice low.

"I've never seen you look this happy before."

"Is it okay?' Louie asked, knowing he didn't need permission, wanting reassurance anyway.

"Of course it is. Do you want to talk about it?"

Louie nodded a little, "I haven't really felt like myself, when I look in the mirror I've just been seeing someone else."

Seeing you, he thought, though he did not say it.

Della nodded. "Mirrors can be cruel and unforgiving."

"But today, when I finished cutting my hair, it was like all the pieces finally clicked together. I wasn't me before. I guess I got so good at lying I started lying to myself. I'm not a girl. I've… I've never been a girl." Saying it out loud felt like a weight off of his chest.

"I'm proud of you, Louie. I'm proud to call you my son."

The tears came faster now, and he buried his head in her shirt.

"Why didn't I see it before?" He sobbed.

"Hey, hey. There's no timeline for these things. It's never too late to find out who you are. There's no shame in taking longer than other people."

Louie didn't say anything, just clung to his mom while he composed himself.

It felt like he'd wasted his life pretending to be someone he wasn't. But maybe Della was right. Maybe it wasn't too late.

"Will you help me tell the others?" He requested when he'd finally dried his tears. Now that the dam had broken he didn't want to bide his time and hide his truth.

"Of course."

[imhereforscm]

Hi. I hope this doesn't come across as repetitive as i have seen you write something similar. I had an nightmare, where i was being lead through a scary forest filled with centipede. I woke up feeling disgusted and couldn't fall back asleep. I feel as around, 3 am and woke up late for school. And the rest of the day was pretty stressful. I am scared that i would have a similar nightmare tonight. Can you please write a comfort story with Tauxolouve from his perspective. I love reading your stories and i have always wondered how you would write his POV. So if you have enough time, please consider writing this. Thank you very much.

"Sweet dreams"

Genre: comfort/fluff

Warnings: mentions of centipede

A/N: I'm so sorry you had an awful dream like that💖💖💖 Here's Louie Huggies™ for you꒰⁠⑅⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠꒱⁠˖⁠♡♡⁠˖⁠꒰⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠⑅⁠꒱ LOVE YOU!!! Also, don't worry about sounding repetitive!! I'm always here for anything you may need comfort for🌹🌹🎀🎀🎀💖🎀💖🎀💖🎀💖🎀💖🎀💖

The woods crackled in the background and the fire caressed every spot that turned from brown to grey as they burnt within the fireplace.

My head was resting on the cushions of the sofa and my arms held (name) tightly. Her soft breathes made her chest rise and fall against mine and I softly stroked her hair. I chuckled quietly, as to not awake her and I looked at her cheek puffing out, as she laid on the other. "Cute..." I whispered to myself, the fire of the fireplace the only witness of those words.

Gently, I pushed some hair out of her face and leant in, pressing a small kiss to the top of her head.

The temperature outside had started to fall and when my little lady arrived, she was shivering. We curled up on the sofa in the living room, tonight that all the other gods were gone and spoke in hushed tones.

Soon enough, she grew tired and drifted away beneath a velvet veil of sleep and dreams and I didn't move once.

The flames of the chandelier had gone out and the fire was the only source of light for us, yet it was enough as I laid there, admiring the sleeping beauty in my arms and feeling warm inside that she trusted me so much.

I smiled to myself, her lips slightly parted and her figure defenseless and so peaceful, it was so infectious I felt that way myself too.

Her eyebrows furrowed and her hands tightened on my wishes jacket, her previously relaxed lips now pursed in something like frustration.

My own brows dipped in concern and I rubbed her back. "Little lady...?" I said quietly.

Her body shuddered and trembled, her breaths becoming ragged and I grew even more worried, my heart tightening at the sight of her ruined peace.

"Little lady." I spoke a bit louder, trying to slowly wake her up and pull her out of the nightmare she was obviously experiencing. "Little la—"

She gasped loudly and with a cry, her eyes opened widely and her body grew stiff abruptly. She sat up quickly and I did too, placing my hands on her arms and rubbing them soothingly.

"Hey, hey, hey. You're fine." I tried to reason with her panicked state. "It was only a dream."

She looked around her frantically and then down at her hands and inspected her entire body. "Where—Is this the...?"

"We're in the mansion." I said and cupped her cheeks in my hands, my thumbs tracing her cheekbones.

She stared at me with worried eyes and her irises caught the orange light of the fire in them, making them look like precious gems. Her shoulders were trembling significantly less, but there was still tension in her mascles as her eyes had trouble remaining in mine. She breathed in deeply and reached for my hands, holding them in hers and I gave them a reassuring squeeze. "That was terrifying... And so..." Her face twisted, her nose scrunching. "Disgusting...!"

"Do you want to talk about it?" I asked softly. "It's fine if you don't, but just know I'm here to listen." I promised. I loved this soul more than anything, that simply listening to her talk felt so little. I would give her the stars in my eyes if she so desired and I'd pull every star out of the sky had she asked me to keep them in her pocket.

She took in a deep breath and let it out shakily right after. "It was..." She winced, her pretty lips forming a frown, apparently reminded of the terrible dream she had in my arms. "I... I was being led through a scary forest and it was... It—it was filled with centipede...!" She covered her mouth with her hand. "I am scared that I will have a similar nightmare tonight. I'm not going back to sleep!"

I sighed and wrapped my arms around her very gently, pulling her against my heartbeat. "Dreams don't usually repeat." I said, whispering against her soft head, which I loved to kiss and cherished. "You must be shaken, but I promise you, this nightmare won't repeat itself."

"How can you be so sure?" She asked me, burying her face into my chest.

I didn't mind her refusal to believe me, it was natural and I was willing to try my best and make her trust my word. I had to prove it to her...

"Alright." I said and laid back down with her in my embrace. "Let's talk. Get your mind off of that awful dream."

"Okay..."

I smiled, my fingers combing through her slightly messy hair. "Tell about your favourite movie. Or a movie you think we can watch together."

She remained silent for a while, seemingly thinking her answer through. "How about...?" She opened her lips and her sweet voice danced around my ears. It was quiet as she spoke, telling me about a movie she loved, one that she watched recently and one that she hoped to watch with me.

"That sounds interesting." I said genuinely.

"It is... A great..." Her voice grew gradually quieter with each new word she uttered and I was pleased to feel her body relaxing against mine. "A great movie..."

Soon, her breathing slowed down like before and a light snore mixed with the sounds of the fireplace that burnt brightly, warming us up.

I snapped my fingers and soft a fuzzy blanket appeared and draped itself across our connected bodies.

Within her slumper, her body shifted and she held onto me tightly, her fists on my shirt as she nuzzle her nose into my neck and my heart raced.

"Sweet dreams, my little lady." I breathed beside her ear and a soft smile grazed her lips at my hushed whisper. "I love you."

[sevcasejay1chicago]

Matt Casey x Severide’s sister

Based on 5x08

Casey is together with Kelly’s sister, like they have been for three years but they did break up one time around those three years.

Y/n and Casey are taking care about Louie, and they are thinking about adopting him. And Casey wants to marry Y/n and want to be involved with Louie.

A moment with both Y/n, Severide and Louie.

A moment with Casey and Louie

A moment with Y/n, Severide, Benny and Louie.

I leave the rest for you.

Maybe 1 or 2 parts of this!

Happily Ever After? - Matt Casey x Severide!Sister

Warnings: Language, mentions of past abuse, drunk Benny Severide

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As little girls, we all dream of our happily ever after. Corporations like Disney drive those thoughts and feelings home with their stories of princesses that find their true love. We dream of big weddings, our prince coming to our rescue at our lowest times. When we are young, the possibilities and dreams seem endless. Now, as an adult, I see the world from a much different perspective. Maybe I always have, given that Benny Severide is my father, so happily ever afters always seem to be a pipe dream, but maybe there is some truth to it after-all.

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I walk up to Kelly’s door and give a quick knock, attempting to keep Louie on my hip and juggle the food with the other. Kelly insisted on having dinner, claiming he had something he wanted to talk to me about. Even though I insisted that this wasn’t a good time given that I have Louie while Matt is busy with an alderman event, Kelly had also insisted that this was important and couldn’t wait.

When Kelly opened the door and saw my struggles, he immediately took Louie from my arms. “Hey little man! Are you being good for Y/n?” Kelly asks Louie, stepping aside and turning him upside down while tickling his tummy.

Louis laughed loudly, bringing a smile to both Severide sibling’s faces. “Yes!” He squeals, wiggling around in Kelly’s grip.

You smile, leaning against the door frame and letting the two bond for a moment. “Alright. Alright. Put him down. He needs to breathe.” You chuckle, smiling fondly at the pair as you walk past, making a beeline for the kitchen. “Foods gonna get cold. Go wash up!” You call, not bothering to turn back and honestly praying Kelly listened to you.

You hear the door shut and Kelly mutter “Yes mom.” To you before both boys chuckle and Kelly proposes a race to the bathroom. You shake your head fondly and wash your own hands in the kitchen sink before grabbing some plates and silverware to set out on the table.

By the time you have everything situated, Kelly and Louie walk back into the room, Louie bumping into Kelly and giggling loudly as Kelly fake stumbles. Once they finally make it back to the table, you prepare Louie’s plate and hand it to him before preparing your own.

“So, is this a dinner table conversation or an after dinner conversation?” You ask as you finish plating your food and watch as Kelly plates his.

Kelly shrugs, but doesn’t look up as he speaks. “Well, I have news.” Kelly says. He hears how you shift and put your fork down, so he’s quick to reassure you. “It’s not bad. Calm down sis.” Kelly placates, placing a hand over one of yours briefly. “I’m gonna be donating my bone marrow to someone who needs it.” Kelly says, continuing to make his plate.

You sit in stunned silence. You weren’t expecting that, but you did realize it could be worse. “Okay.” You draw out, sitting back in your chair. “That’s awesome and all, but how did this even come up? When is this happening? I have so many questions.” You say, shaking your head and chuckling at the amusement on Kelly’s face.

“Well, Clarke said someone needed help and I’m a match. I think it’s time I did something useful with my life.” Kelly says, shrugging and taking a bite of his dinner.

You shake your head, disbelief on your face. “Kelly. You fight fires for a living. You run in and save people when they are at their lowest. When others would run away, you run toward. You’re already doing something useful.”

“But I’ve done a lot of really crappy things in my life.” Kelly says, placing his fork down and turning to look at you. “I don’t want to be like dad.”

You shake your head and reach for Kelly’s hand. “You will never, and I mean NEVER be like dad. You are so much better.” You say, tears welling in your eyes. “You helped raise me and now look. I’m a paramedic and I have the most amazing boy and most amazing Fiancé. You-.”

Kelly quickly interrupted you. “Hold up. He finally asked?” Kelly says, grinning at you like the Cheshire Cat.

You pause, quickly realizing your slip up. “Yeah. He did. Uh, we are considering getting married and adopting Louie.” You say, smiling at the small boy who is blissfully oblivious to the conversation happening in front of him as he eats his dinner and watches a show on your phone.

“Finally!” Kelly laughs, standing to pull you into a hug. “It took him long enough!”

The rest of the evening turns from Kelly’s announcement to yours. All talk of Benny Severide pushed to the side as you and your brother talk about the future.

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Once you get home, you hurry to get out of the car and meet Matt next to Louie’s door, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him in for a kiss.

Matt smiles as you pull away. “Well, hello beautiful.” Matt whispers, pecking your forehead.

“Hey there handsome.” You reply, grinning at the man in front of you. This is what dreams were made of. Kissing your fiancé as the snow drifted down softly and your child sleeping in the back seat.

“I’ll carry him up. Get inside before you freeze.” Matt says, kissing you once more and smacking your butt as you turn to do as he says.

You stop just inside the doorway and watch Matt. He carefully unbuckles Louie and lifts him into his arms. The child stirs, but Matt is quick to shush him and bounce him, placing a soft kiss to Louie’s forehead. You marvel at the exchange, knowing Matt was terrified of the thought of being a parent for Louie at first, but now they have such a strong bond.

You smile as Matt carefully walks up the steps and through the door. You help him take off Louie’s coat and jacket, leaving the items by the door with your own. You then follow Matt further into the apartment and watch as he lays Louie down in his bed, tucking the boy under his blanket and laying his favorite stuffy in his arms before Matt steps out, making sure to leave a night light on.

“You are such a great dad.” You muse, wrapping your arms around Matt again, pulling him down onto the couch. “I can’t wait to marry you and adopt Louie.”

Matt smiles and shifts so that you are on his lap. “I can’t wait either. To spend forever with you and him. Our little family.”

You kiss him once more before laying your head on his chest. You listen as he talks about the aldermen event, enjoying the way his chest vibrates. He knows your falling asleep, but he keeps talking until you go limp in his arms, and then Matt carries you to bed.

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The next day, you are on shift with Matt and Kelly. Normally Cindy Hermann watched Louie for you, but most of the household has come down with the flu, so you have no choice but to bring Louie with you. Louie loves the attention he’s getting. His aunts and uncles at the firehouse spoil him rotten. The chief has noise cancelling headphones for when Louie goes to sleep and already has a plan for calls.

During the evening, the whole house is eating dinner, besides Truck since they are out on a call. Gallo has made Louie’s favorite, so the room is pretty low energy as the child quietly eats his dinner. That is until Benny Severide walks into the room.

Kelly is the first to spot your father and he stands, immediately coming to stand between you, Louie, and your father. “What the hell are you doing here?” Kelly asks, causing you to turn around and look to see who he could possibly be speaking to.

“Dad?” You ask, standing next to Kelly and also blocking Louie. You hear Slyvie talking to Louie, trying to get him to leave the room, but they hate pretty far from any exit as Louie was sitting in the middle of the table.

“Is that the boy your fostering?” Benny asks, trying to get a look at Louie, but having a hard time as you and Kelly block his line of sight and Sylvie has him tucked into her side.

“What do you want dad?” Kelly asks, stepping closer to your father and putting an arm out to shield you. Benny doesn’t look to be in his right mind.

“I heard that my daughter is getting married and adopting a kid. I think I have every right to hear it from her.” Benny says, practically yelling as he stumbles forward toward you and Kelly.

“I think it’s time for you to go.” Boden says from behind you, coming around you and Kelly and putting a hand on Benny’s shoulder.

“Get your hands off me Wallace!” Benny yells, pushing at Boden, causing the chief to stumble back slightly, but Kelly rights him.

Now, you are furious. “Sylvie. Get Louie out of here.” You mutter, turning and looking at your partner who nods and does as she’s asked. Stella following close behind. Once Louie is out of the room, you turn on your father. “You deserve nothing! You may be my biological father, but you will never be my dad. You lost that privilege a long time ago. Kelly may still try with you, but I’m done. I’m happy and you can’t either accept it or not, but that’s your problem, not mine.” You say, shaking as Kelly puts an arm around your shoulders. You have angry tears streaming down your face. “Now leave and never come back! I don’t want you here and I don’t want you around Louie!” You say, shaking your head and marching toward him, shoving him toward the door.

“You can’t talk to your father like that!” Benny roars, raring back to smack you, but Boden catches his hand first.

“Leave my firehouse. You are disturbing my medics and my firefighters and I won’t tolerate it. Don’t make me call PD and have them throw you in the drunk tank.” Boden says, turning Benny’s arm around his back as he pushes him toward the door.

You shake, nearly collapsing onto the floor in a panic at the events that just occurred. Benny never laid a hand on you or Kelly, but an ex of your had physically abused you and you just shut down. Kelly caught you as you went down, picking you up and bringing you into his quarters.

“Hey hey hey. Shhh. Look at me. Open your eyes.” Kelly whispered, clutching your upper arms lightly in his hands. “Your safe. I have you. Nobody is going to hurt you or Louie, I promise.” Kelly soothed, rubbing his hands up and down your arms.

You nodded, showing your understanding, and tried to take some calming breaths. “I-I need M-Matt.” You whispered, rocking slightly back and forth. “Can you pplease check on Louie. He’s safe, r-right?” You asked, looking your brother in the eyes and practically pleading with him.

Kelly nodded. “Yeah, Stella and Sylvie have him. He’s right outside in the bunk room. You wanna see him?” Kelly offers, smiling slightly as you start to wind down.

You nod and stand, looking through the blinds. Your met with Stella and Sylvie playing with Louie on one of the bunks. His trucks and cars are scattered all over the bed, the two women racing their cars along the bed and around Louie, making the young boy giggle.

“See. He’s safe. You are safe. Matt should be on his way back. Everything is okay.” Kelly says, hugging you from behind when you lean into his chest.

You nod, watching your future son with his aunts. “Thanks Kel.” You whisper, turning and burying your face into Kelly’s chest.

Kelly kisses the top of your head and hugs you back tightly. “Anytime Y/n. You know I’m always here for you.”

[tokuvivor]

May I please request "who needs them. we can have fun on our own" for Daisy and Webby?

Sure! I would’ve loved to see what their dynamic could’ve been like in the show. I certainly enjoyed the first prompt story I did of them, so let’s do this!

I give you…

Pink in the Autumn

Originated from this post.

“Okay, are we almost there, Uncle Donald?” demanded Louie.

“Yes, don’t worry,” reassured Donald. “Keep your head on straight.”

It was fall now, and with Donald and Daisy now dating, Donald felt it the perfect occasion to take her to Duck Ridge Farm. It had been one of his favorite places to go to back when it was just him and the boys, and he wanted Daisy to experience it for herself.

Of course, it wasn’t just them. If Donald knew anything about being in this family, it was that you can’t exactly turn down kids clamoring to get in some farm activities and apple picking at this time of year, regardless of their age. Which was why Huey, Dewey, Louie, and Webby were along for the trip, too.

“This is so exciting!” Webby chirped, clapping her hands together excitedly. “I’ve never done this before.”

“You’re going to love it, Webby,” Huey assured her.

“And we haven’t gone at all since we moved in with Uncle Scrooge,” Dewey added. “I’ve missed this place.”

Louie mentally counted back the years in his mind. “Wow…yeah,” he gasped. “Yeah, so have I.”

Eventually, along a long stretch of farm road, atop a small hill, they reached their destination.

“Never ceases to amaze me,” Donald remarked, taking in the scenery. Rows of pumpkins and apple trees, as well as some vacant peach trees, sat on one side of the road. On the other, a large barn with various arrangements of crops and flowers, as well as a couple of cash registers and scales, stood out amongst everything else. A few pens’ worth of farm animals were next to it, as well as coin-operated feed dispensers. Further back on that side were more apple trees, plus stalks of corn.

“I must say, Don,” Daisy commented, “I may be a city girl, but I can’t help but appreciate scenery like this.”

“Glad to hear it,” Donald replied, squeezing his girlfriend’s hand.

“It’s just like I remember it,” reminisced Louie.

“I…love it!” Webby chirped. “So what’s on the docket, Uncle Donald?”

“Well, it seems appropriate that we do some picking,” replied Donald.

“But of course!” Huey exclaimed.

So Donald went over to one of the registers, bought a few peck bags for everyone, and then the six set off towards a row of apple trees.

“Okay, what type of apples should we pick first?” Donald asked.

All of a sudden, the boys’ voices rang out in unison: “McIntosh!” “Fuji!” “Granny Smith!”

Donald shook his head. “I almost forgot how long it takes for the boys to decide what kinds of apples to pick,” he said to himself. Then he turned to Daisy and Webby. “I don’t want to keep you two waiting on this. You can go ahead without us. Here’s a map.”

“Are you sure about this, Donald?” Daisy questioned.

“Nothing I can’t handle,” Donald replied confidently. “Besides, do you two really want to spend your first visit here locked in endless apple debates?”

“As much as I love debates comparing and contrasting things,” Webby answered, “it would be fun to actually get to pick the apples.”

“Exactly,” replied Donald. “So why don’t we meet up at the stacks of apple crates in about an hour?”

“Fair enough,” Daisy reasoned. “We’ll see you boys then, I guess.”

“Bye, Uncle Donald! Bye, guys!” bid Webby. “We’re off to pick some apples of our own.”

Eventually, Donald and the boys were out of sight, and Webby and Daisy were searching for the perfect set of trees to pick from.

“Feels a bit weird doing it without them,” Webby remarked. “Might be more fun if it was all six of us.”

“Aw, who needs them?” Daisy asked teasingly. “We can have fun on our own.” She smiled reassuringly at Webby, which made her feel better about the situation.

“True,” the girl agreed. “Now, if I were the perfect tree, where would I be?”

And so they kept on searching. Eventually, they came across a nice row of Jonagolds.

“I think we should try and go for a variety of apples,” Daisy commented. “These look like they’d be a good starting point.”

“Definitely!” agreed Webby.

“This might sound a bit maddening,” Daisy added, “but I haven’t picked apples in years.”

“Really?” gasped Webby.

“Nope. Growing up in the city, for the most part, all I really knew was apples that came from stores. I think I did go once or twice when I was a little girl, but that’s it.”

“And now you can get back to it!” Webby chirped. “And I’ve never been before. But I’ve been doing research.”

“Oh, yeah?” Daisy asked curiously. “What have you found in your research?”

“Well, for one,” began Webby, “these apples, Jonagolds, are a cross between the Golden Delicious and Jonathan apples, hence the portmanteau name. They have a good sweet-tart balance, are very juicy, and have crisp, creamy yellow flesh.”

“Impressive,” said Daisy. “Webby, you are failing to cease to amaze me.”

“Aw, thanks,” Webby blushed. “Now let’s find some apples!”

And so they set to work picking. Daisy noted that the apples she was finding on the trees weren’t nearly as peerless as the ones she’d usually buy in a store. But, she reasoned, as long as they didn’t have any rot to them, or weren’t otherwise feeding any insects or creepy-crawlies, they were probably more than fine to eat. She also needed to make sure that it wasn’t too hard for her to pull off the branch, because that probably meant that the apple wasn’t quite ready yet.

Using her own keen eye, Webby was doing very well at finding good apples. And for those she couldn’t reach, Daisy would help her get to them.

Eventually, they moved on to a row of Galas. Webby explained that they were excellent snacking apples, and though also sweet, had a more distinctively mild flavor than Jonagolds. She and Daisy repeated the process from before, until eventually, they had a full bag of apples, bright red with various streaks of yellow.

“I think this calls for a celebration,” declared Daisy, and she pulled an apple from the bag, rubbing it on her jacket. “Go on. We’ve earned it.”

Webby selected an apple of her own, cleaning it off with her own jacket sleeve, and she and Daisy clashed them together in sort of a pseudo-toast before they chomped down on them, relishing the sweet taste.

“Ah, shoot,” Daisy interjected, looking at her watch. “We’ve gotta meet Donald and the boys soon.”

“Ooh, you’re right!” exclaimed Webby. “Let’s take our apples over there.”

“Besides,” Daisy added, “and I think we’d both agree on this, I want to see what kind of goodies they’re selling in that barn.”

“You read my mind perfectly,” Webby confirmed. And with thoughts of donuts and cider dancing in their minds, the two made their way back over towards their apple-picking party.

It didn’t necessarily matter that they didn’t have that much experience with picking apples before; Webby and Daisy could both say that when it came to it, they were a pretty great team.

[msfbgraves]

Do omegas “present” in this verse? Is it something that’s “requires” or just “instinct” with their mated Alpha or maybe something that happens during a Heat? Or does it not exist? I feel like Daniel would resist doing so, but Terry would gobble that right up. Speaking of which…

Does Apollonia lowkey think her omega-in-law Daniel is a slut for all those Heat sex-marathons he has (and totally enjoys) with his hubby lol? Considering she doesn’t get to engage in that with poor Michael, haha.

Are omegas with Alphas thought of as being the “proper pair” vs. omegas with a beta or another omega? Like, is there a social hierarchy?

Considering Daniel and Terry are traditional, would they object or support one of their pups being in a “non-traditional” relationship? (Alpha/Alpha etc.)

Thanks for your questions, Nonnie! To start with the saucy one first:

Sure some omegas may be taught to "receive" their Alpha in the "proper position", I mean, fundies gonna fundie, here and anywhere. But Daniel was not educated to be a broodmare, and Terry knew in the first conversation they ever shared that this not what he ought to expect. I don't think Apollonia was taught that, either. Maybe Anoush, but Louie isn't the type for that, much as the idea may have turned him on. In canon, he's proud of his sis being a smart, strong gal, he wouldn't want it in this verse from a mate.

Try to make Daniel do it outside of a heat and now you're in for him going furious Italian Mama on your ass - or.... It's all in the timing, hm? Sometimes it is quicker, or if Terry says just the right thing, or puts him just so during lovemaking... it's an art. During heats, it's actually a bit cruel to leave an omega in that position for long, because then they desperately crave relief from their need of it all. If Terry somehow finds his love in that position from the start, he'd be more likely first stroke and reassure him and take the edge off, because it should happen while they're both already deep into lovemaking. So to make an omega do it without their Alpha touching them, in heat or not, it's a bit weird, isn't it? A bit cruel? Isn't the point of having a mate that it doesn't have to get this far for more than three seconds? Really, if your omega does that, you'd better get them to heaven stat. Leaving any kitty untouched like that, all alone, let alone a mate? That's neglect. That's not right. But putting them like that during lovemaking? That's different, and requires patience and skill and timing and sometimes Daniel is still not having it and will leave you with sandwiches for dinner for three days and no ragú on Sundays so tread very carefully.

Apollonia has always felt heats are more of a curse than anything. To her, there wasn't much difference between being an omega or a beta girl in lifestyle, so why all the fuss? It's not like there were any rich Alphas to be had anywhere if she'd not been bartered off to the mainland or America. It's one thing for boys, they can't have puppies otherwise, but girls? I'm sure there are tales of heats being part of original sin for omegas, and it feels odd being one, there were so few around at home. They all vanished, somehow, omegas. She might have vanished, had she not been a goldmine for the café just by existing. So to see that Daniele relish it all? She'd disapprove except that she first knew Daniele in a very, very vulnerable part of his life, sold to that horrible foreigner, too, so maybe that's what you get for sin, to her. Not her, though, with her strong, smart, beautiful Miguele. She's lucky. Because not gonna lie, she likes being around her father in law, too. He's a respectful man, a strong provider. She has her mate, then, and a strong Alpha figure that doesn't leer and understands everything she says even when Miguele doesn't always. She has her pups, and a third on the way, but she doesn't need 7, or 8 or 12. So don't get her started on those heats, they're crass, and the fewer she has the better!

There's a strong social hierarchy. Daniel is sickeningly perfect for an omega, properly mated with a huge first litter and an Alpha who is head over heels. Alpha/beta woman is next, then beta/beta. Beta/omega is accepted more for second marriages. Gay beta couples are also thought of kindly. You can't have beta women die in childbirth all the time, hm? And some betas (mostly men) can't find an omega or beta, not till later in life. That's where Alpha/beta man comes in. Not ideal, and not forever, but when both are young, it happens. Alpha/Alpha and omega/omega are not acceptable. They should be getting into Alpha/omega pairings, or trying to, and though there are throuples with omega/omega/Alpha, that's seen as excessive - really, that's imperial harem shit, and Alpha/Alpha/omega is seen as unfair on the omega. It happens because omegas are so scarce but it's frowned upon - a poor kitty trying to serve multiple masters, not to mention the pups with no idea who fathered them.

Terry wouldn't care who his Alpha and beta pups dated as long as they made a good match in marriage. Anthony meanwhile is lucky he and Daddy are on the same page because it is filthy rich Alpha or nothing for him, and it would be that way for Luna, except that Luna, is well, Luna and doesn't think that way at all.

Daniel is conflicted. He wants to be traditional and strategic but he cares far more for his puppies' hearts. Terry resents the implication that he doesn't but he's never lost his heart to someone the world wouldn't let him have. Daniel reaches out to Amanda a lot when talking marriage, and he's very, very worried about Anthony's potential match. And then, of course, that strange rivalry between Sam and Tory...

[rabbitsquib]

safe from the storm

Hagrid & Luna Lovegood

Platonic, and General Audiences

Summary: When it starts to storm outside Hogwarts, Hagrid offers a helping hand to a scared Luna.

(also on AO3!)

A/N: going through a storm surge right now so I’m writing to cope

too afraid to look out my window. save me hagrid

~

“Just a bit of light rain.” Luna thought, making her lone way up the Hogwarts stairs. “Nothing to worry about.”

She was trying to calm herself down, for a storm was brewing outside, and no matter how brave of a face she put on, she was very afraid of them.

Because of her anxious mind, she kept staring out the windows at the downpour, not noticing the professor before her. So much so that once she reached the top of the stairwell, she bumped directly into him.

She stumbled back slightly, her whole body on edge. “Ah! So- sorry!” She blurted out.

“Ah, Luna!” Hagrid greeted the girl with a smile, looking down at her. But his smile faltered when he noticed her wide-eyed expression. “You alright there?”

“Yeah, I-” She tried to put on her brave face again, as she was ashamed why she was so struck with fear. “I’ll be alright. Thank you.”

Suddenly the thunder growled, and Luna winced impulsively. That’s when Hagrid realized what was going on.

“Where are you headed, Luna?” Hagrid asked.

“The- The library.” She stuttered. Her plan was to find a captivating book in there and use it as a distraction. “Why do you ask?”

“Let me come with you, if you’ll have me.” Hagrid gave her a soft smile. “Might be easier to ride out the storm with company.” He didn’t want his offer to seem forceful or pressured, he just wanted to give some comfort if he could provide it.

“Oh!” She exclaimed softly. His offer caught Luna off guard, but deep down, she knew that some company would really help her right now. “Yeah. Okay.” She gave a small, nervous yet genuine smile, and Hagrid accompanied her to the library.

By the time they reached the library, the rain had gotten louder and louder. Luna didn’t even have the strength to pick up a book anymore, she was petrified. She sat down with Hagrid, and Hagrid said, “Here, here, get on my lap.” Luna clambered into his lap, and Hagrid wrapped both of his arms around her in a warm embrace, holding her against his chest.

“Shhh, shhh. It’ll be alright, Luna. We’re safe. We’re very safe.” Hagrid softly spoke his reassurances to her. It was true, also, that Hogwarts was a very safe place to be during a storm like this.

Soon enough, Hagrid heard Luna begin to cry, and his heart swelled with sympathy. Impulsively, he gave her trembling body a soft squeeze, before rubbing a hand along her back in an attempt to soothe her.

It took a while, but the rain eventually slowed itself down, and eventually stopped altogether, and Hagrid gave her one final pat on the back before withdrawing his arms and saying, “Y’hear that? There’s no rain anymore, Luna. Look outside.” 

She took a peek out the library window, and sure enough, the rain had finally subsided. Her sigh of relief was louder than anticipated, which made both of them giggle. Luna looked up at Hagrid with a smile as he wiped away the rest of her tears with his thumbs. “You’re alright now.” He said.

“Thank you, thank you so much.” Luna said, before hopping off of Hagrid’s lap.

“You’re welcome. And next time it starts raining, don’t hesitate to come to me, y’hear?” Hagrid grinned before sending the girl off with a wave.

~

A/N: by the time I finished writing this, the flood water started going down yaaay :-) and I didn’t even lose power this time so I still get to post this yay! I hope it helps anyone else who needs a mental helping hand

also I got the title of this fic from a lovely instrumental louie zong song

[stargaze-sunflower]

✨Triplet bonding!!✨

Summary: Louie is worried that he's being left behind.

Ao3 Link     Word Count: 1913

Somewhere in another room in the mansion – somewhere far enough away so as not to startle him but still close enough to hear – a clock chimed midnight.

Louie was sitting huddled on the ground against the wall near the front door, his hood over his head and his phone in his lightly shaking hands, staring don at the lit screen displaying countless unanswered texts. He’d been trying to contact Huey and Dewey for hours; casually at first, but then growing more and more restless.

Sometime around noon, Huey, Dewey, and Webby had left the house, going somewhere to do something. They hadn’t told him where they were going, and they certainly hadn’t invited him, so it was safe to say that it was meant to be an adventurous outing.

And while Louie didn’t want to go, he also didn’t want to be left behind. He didn’t want to be in danger, but he didn’t want his family to be in danger either, so there was really no way to win. There was no angle out.

His siblings used to ask him if he wanted to go, of course, and sometimes he could get up the nerve to shrug and agree, but other times he’d feign apathy and decline. Somewhere along the way, ‘no’ became the only answer he could give, and he supposed that it only made sense that they’d eventually stop asking. He’d known that it would happen, he’d known for a while, but it still stung to watch them leave and not know why.

Huey or Dewey or Webby used to tell him all about their plans – which would surely go south, at some point – and then they’d invite him to come along. Louie would be frozen for several seconds, fighting with himself and trying not to let it show on his face. If he said yes, he’d spend the day choking on terror and wishing he’d said no; if he said no, he’d spend the day tense and worried and distracted, wishing he’d said yes.

The more he said yes, the more frequently bad things happened to him, and the more he wanted to say no. It was a vicious cycle and a dangerous game, one that he never seemed to win. He dreaded the question being asked, but he equally dreaded the day they’d stop asking – the day they finally gave up on him.

And that day had finally come, the realization dawning on him as he watched his siblings leave the house together with no indication of where they were going. His heart had plummeted to an all-time low, and it hurt even though he’d seen it coming.

He’d held out for about an hour before he gave in and texted to check on them. Webby didn’t have a phone, so he’d been left attempting to text his brothers on and off for the rest of the day, to no avail. His messages became increasingly frantic, in a lowkey ‘Louie’ kind of way. Eventually, he found Dewey’s phone in their shared room, because he’d apparently forgotten it in his rush to leave the house on an adventure that Louie hadn’t been—

Anyway. He focused his efforts on Huey, who continued to not answer. And that wasn’t normal, because Huey always answered, especially when it was family. Around the time the sun went down, Louie’s messages stopped sending altogether, and his panic had overwhelmed him so much that he’d sat on Huey’s bed for an hour just trying to calm down.

Then he’d paced in their room for an unknown amount of time before finally giving in and going downstairs to stand watch by the front door. He continued his pacing for a while, but eventually his knees became too shaky and his breaths were coming too fast and shallow, so he’d pulled his hood over his head and hunched down against the wall in an attempt to make himself as small as he felt, which in reality would be physically impossible without Gyro’s shrinking ray.

The clock chimed midnight, and Louie’s resolve to not completely break down crumbled. Walls only held for so long, after all, and his had been flimsy to begin with.

Tears collected in his eyes and dripped down his face, not at all deterred by him closing them. The ball of nerves that had been strangling his lungs expanded and squeezed tighter, writhing like a living thing, and he brought his hands up over his heart as if that would help, as if his hands could ever do anything but hurt.

His phone clattered to the floor, the screen going dark and leaving Louie alone in the shadows. He gasped at the sound of it hitting the ground, irrationally startled by it and it put him even more on edge. He buried his head in his knees, crying like he was five years old and Huey and Dewey had gone to play a game without him.

He missed them. He missed Huey, he missed Dewey, he missed Webby. He—

“Louie?”

He’d missed the sound of the door opening.

Louie stiffened at the voice, even though he’d been wanting to hear it for hours now. He stayed still for a moment, staring at his legs at he listened to the hesitant shuffling of the people who’d just come inside. He felt cold and too warm at the same time.

A gentle hand landed on his shoulder suddenly, and he jumped a bit, finally lifting his head to make hesitant eye contact with Huey, who was kneeling in front of him with a terribly concerned look in his eyes, which were not-so-subtly checking him for any kind of injury. Dewey was standing behind him, fidgeting from side to side. Louie looked away and sniffed, hugging his knees tighter to his chest.

“What’s wrong?” Huey asked, worry making his voice higher pitched than it usually was. “What happened? Are you hurt?”

Louie shook his head, certain that his voice would break if he tried to talk, and he wiped at his face with the sleeve of his hoodie, making an effort to pull himself back together. Now that he didn’t have to worry about his brother’s safety, he could start worrying about how on earth he was going to explain what they’d walked in on.

“No, I— I’m not hurt. Nothing happened,” Louie said, and he cleared his voice when it came out weak hoarse. He tried for a wry smile, but was certain that it fell flat. “Welcome home?”

Huey’s brow furrowed, and he fully plopped down in front of him, sitting cross legged and moving his hand from his shoulder to hold Louie’s own, because Huey probably remembered that that helped, when Louie was overwhelmed.

“This doesn’t seem like nothing,” Dewey said, speaking up for the first time as he came closer. “It seems like a lot of something.”

Louie glanced at his brother as he dropped down to sit next to him against the wall, and without really thinking about it, Louie drifted a little closer.

“It wasn’t a lot of something,” Louie said quietly, when it seemed like no one else was going to talk. “It was more like— like too much of nothing.”

No siblings, no information, no texts. Nothing.

“Where did you go?” Louie changed course, trying to ask the question without making it sound like an accusation.

He couldn’t see it, but he could tell that Huey and Dewey had shared a look. Louie hunched a little further in on himself, already feeling like he shouldn’t have asked, even though chances were that his brothers didn’t mind.

“Okay, so, it’s kind of a long story,” Dewey began, a little awkwardly, scratching the back of his head. “You’ve seemed a little down lately, so we wanted to surprise you with, like, a cupcake or something, but then Webby saw a thrift store or antique shop or whatever it was, and she thought she could find you some shiny stuff you might like—”

“Long story short, we stumbled across a cursed object and dealt with the consequences for ten hours straight,” Huey interrupted, and Louie finally noticed that his brother was missing his hat. ���The thing kept teleporting us to random parts of the world, and teleporting back to us if we tried to throw it away, and it was really just a whole mess. My phone was fried.”

“Oh,” Louie said weakly, unsure of which emotion to feel. There was warmth that his siblings cared enough to want to do something nice, and there was worry that even a simple outing turned dangerous so quickly, and there was sheepishness at how much he felt he’d overreacted. “I guess that’s why you didn’t answer the phone, huh?”

“You were trying to call me?” Huey asked, and Louie shrugged tiredly. “Why?”

“I was worried,” Louie said, which didn’t cover even half of what he’d been feeling, but he was too exhausted to really get into it. It explained enough anyway; Huey and Dewey would know what he meant.

“Oh,” Huey said, sounding a little guilty, and Louie squeezed his hand.

“It’s fine,” said Louie, heading off any apology at the pass. “It wasn’t your fault.”

Dewey grabbed his other hand, and Louie found himself leaning into him, smiling a little when Dewey switched to hugging instead. Huey was remarkably good at comforting Louie with words, but Dewey gave the best hugs. Not that he would ever tell him that.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Huey asked, and Louie opened eyes he hadn’t realized he’d closed.

“…Not tonight,” Louie answered, blinking slowly and yawning, offering Huey a tired smile. “Sleep would be better.”

Huey met Dewey’s eyes above his head, a twinkle in his eye, and Louie didn’t have time to protest before Dewey was picking him up and slinging him over his shoulder.

“Wha— Dewey!” Louie hissed, as quietly as he could. ”Put me down!”

“Nerp!” Dewey shot back enthusiastically, shifting Louie so that he was getting more of a piggyback ride than a fireman’s carry. “We’re gonna hang blankets from my bunk and sleep in yours.”

Louie sighed and went limp except for his arms, which he linked around Dewey’s neck as they started to their room. Huey walked past them with an amused smirk on his face and fond eyes, and Louie glared playfully.

“Are we inviting Webby to this sleepover?” Louie asked sarcastically.

“Of course!” Huey said, smiling back at them. “She would’ve come in with us, but she wanted to climb through the second floor window.”

Louie chuckled a little, feeling his breathing finally return to a healthy speed.

“I was wondering about that,” Louie said, grinning a little. “I guess you didn’t lose her in some faraway place, then.”

“’Course not,” Dewey said lightly, completely unaware that he was about to say something very important. “No one gets left behind in this family! That’s like, the number one rule.”

Louie blinked, the last of the tension melting out of his frame. No one gets left behind. They weren’t ever going to leave him on purpose, and if one day they didn’t have a choice, then chances were that they’d come back. It wasn’t complete certainty, but it never would be, with his family. It wasn’t perfect, but it was enough.

Louie fell asleep before they made it to their room, and he woke up surrounded by his siblings.

It was more than enough.

[toxikku]

welp, haven’t drawn ducks for a long time. Angst it is! :D

[ducktales-wco-oo]

{ ☆ } “If I never see Doofus Drake again... It’ll be too soon.” Louie says in a strained voice, arms wrapping around himself in an overly-tight embrace. Memories of his latest encounter with the ‘fellow rich kid’ resurface to the forefront of his mind, causing his heart to race and breathing to become shallow. ‘-until it ran out. So I... disposed of it.’ “Way too soon.” { ☆ }   

[calswildflcwer]

I’ll Be There For You !

Pairing : Camilo x fem!reader (platonic).

Warnings : Self doubt and sadness but I think that’s it really.

Plot : You had just broken up from your girlfriend, this upset you as you really liked her. Not really knowing what to do, you run to the quietest place you can think of; not expecting your best friend to find you as you really didn’t want to explain everything to him. However, he finds you and comforts you as you cry before finding a way to cheer you up, in a way that only he could… By annoying his prima of course.

Pronouns used : he/him for Camilo, she/her for reader.

Note : I am not a Spanish native and I don’t know any Spanish, all Spanish nicknames mentioned in this story are translated from google. If anything is wrong PLEASE let me know and I will correct it.

Request : yes / no

Info : I’m sorry this is so short and I’m sorry that it sucks so much, but I hope it’s okay 🥺

Camilo taglist : @tigreost, @camilolovesroxiie, @sunnth, @dai-tsukki-desu, @xxhome-is-where-ria-isxx, @cassiopeia-black-brenda, @camilomadrigalforever, @elegantkidfansoul, @alltoomess, @wocka-flocka.

Their words cut through you like a knife. They didn’t love you and decided it was time to breakup with you. It was like you could feel your heart breaking inside of you, her words spun around your head.

I think we’re better off as friends.

I don’t love you, (name).

You’re not the one for me.

I’m not in love with you.

I think we need some time apart.

You didn’t want to let her go, you didn’t want to push her away so you simply nodded. Gulping back the tears as you stared at the girl you had grown to love.

You waited for her to walk away before turning on your heel and running away.

You sprinted up into the hills and disappeared into the mountains before stopping at the lake where Mirabel had gone when the casita fell.

You sat on a rock, your knees pulled to your chest as you let your tears fall, rapidly.

“(Name)?” Someone soon spoke your name sweetly. You quickly wiped your eyes on your dress before glancing over your shoulder, seeing your best friend.

“How did you find me?” You asked, your voice hoarse from crying.

“Dolores heard you crying, she told me where you were.” He shrugged as he on the rock beside you.

He fiddled with his fingers as a comfortable silence settled over the pair of you, “Do you wanna talk about it?” He finally asked, turning to you.

You let out a deep sigh causing him to reach over and grab your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze of reassurance.

Your eyes met his golden brown ones, a frown formed on your lips before your eyes started watering again, the tears pouring before you could stop them.

Camilo reached over, immediately pulling you into his chest protectively. You gripped at the yellow fabric of his ruana as you cried into it.

“A-am I ever going to be good enough for anyone?” You cried out sadly.

Camilo ran his fingers through your hair gently as he comforted you, “Of course, mi amiga. You just have to find the right person.” He whispered as he rested his chin on top of your head, letting you bury your face further into his ruana.

“I just feel like I’m never going to be good enough for anybody. I really loved her, ‘Milo.” You sighed out tearfully.

“I know you did, mi querida.” He rubbed your back as he held you close. “It’s going to be okay, though mi amiga.” He added.

“How do you know?” You asked, lifting your head and staring up at your best friend.

“Because you’re only fifteen, (name). You still have plenty of time to meet to right person and when you do, they’re going to love you and treat you like the princess you deserve to be treated as.” He reassured you. “If they don’t, they’ll have me to deal with.” He added, causing you to giggle slightly.

Camilo lifted his hands, padding his thumb across your cheeks to wipe away the tears that were resting on your face.

He grabbed your hand and pulled you to your feet, “Now, come on! Mi prima Isabela is trying to get Louie interested in her and I think we should go and tease her about it to cheer you up!” A cheeky grin covered his features.

You mirrored his smile before letting him drag you back through the trees and back towards the town, he dropped your hand and crept up behind Isa as she was speaking to the flower stall owners son, “BOO!” Camilo yelled right down Isa’s ear causing her to jump and place a hand on her chest as she let out a shocked scream.

Spiked flowers quickly grew around the town, one almost piercing your dress, one almost hitting Louie in the face.

You couldn’t help but burst out laughing as Camilo turned and began running from a, now, angry Isabela.

He winked your way as he sprinted past you, shifting into different people to gain more speed and to dodge in and out of the crowd as Isa chased after him.

As they rounded the corner, all you could hear was Isabela’s angry yelling which just made you laugh even more, it was unusual for her to show her anger this much, she was usually so perfect.

You were holding your stomach which now hurt from laughing, Isabela was still furious and you knew it when her voice echoed through the town.

“CAMILO, I’M GOING TO KILL YOU!”

~ Hey, I’m so sorry. I know this isn’t the greatest, I apologise for that. I highkey hate it, but I hope it’s okay and I hope y’all enjoy it! 🥺 Stay hydrated, make sure you’ve eaten today, remember you’re loved more than you’ll ever know and stay safe, lovelies! Mwah 💖

[babyboydbaby]

Volume 6

Things in the following week could’ve gone a lot better, but they also could’ve gone a lot worse.

Scrooge had some obvious concerns mixed with plenty of angry alliterations at the very thought of letting strangers anywhere near the bin, let alone allowing formers minions of Salem crash beneath it for an indefinite period of time. But after the situation was explained, and after plenty of reassurance that they were only looking to hide and that no harm would come to the bin or its contents, Scrooge eventually gave his reluctant approval for them to continue with their plans, with a “Well, I suppose it’s not like I have any room to argue, what with all the bizarre beasties my own family has dragged home over the years. Just make sure they behave.”

The kids had been...less agreeable. Questioning both James and Gyro’s decision with very vocal protests, and reminders of what Hazel had done to Penny and how Mercury and Emerald had tricked them. 

All silenced very quickly by Gyro informing them of the situation with James and Gretchen.

The only one who hadn’t needed silencing was Boyd; one didn’t need what one already possessed. He didn’t say a word the entire time the kids were filled in to the situation, the most input he’d given was an acknowledgement towards the story about James’ accident.

Overall, the kids did seem calmer by the time they had finished explaining, albeit still unsure. Which was fine, they didn’t have to love the idea. Heck, Gyro couldn’t imagine anyone in the situation loved the idea.

At the very least, Boyd did finally speak once the conversation ended, asking in a very low, trembling voice if he could be allowed to use the big training room for a bit. His only specification why being that ‘his head was hurting’, but Gyro knew it was probably just so he could burn off some steam in as safe of a matter as he could.

Still...of course he couldn’t help but be concerned about the poor kid as Huey led him away.

Overall, the tension was still there but the kids seemed to possess the slightest bit of understanding as to why James had made the choice to help Hazel and the kids in the first place. And with both tasks finished, they moved on to scheduling out when the actual transfer would take place.

Fenton had already been in the process of adding Gyro to the list of people his portal could transfer to, so it took little time for him to finish that particular task (along with updating Clover’s so he could transfer to Winter), so the only thing to do next was to wait until Pietro had finished his medical treatment on Emerald’s head before the transfer could take place.

And about a week or so later, it was time.

“I wish we didn’t have to be here,” Huey said bitterly, arms folded across his chest.

“I missed out on visiting the Branwen clan!” Louie argued. “I’m not missing out on any more weird Twin City shenanigans, even if it does involve Murdery the Werewolf and The World’s Worst Bullshitters.”

"That’s enough talk like that,” Gyro said, placing the box he was carrying down on the nearest surface. “If you kids insist on staying for this, at least hold off on comments like that until James is gone. ...Or at least help me finish getting the lab in order while you make them.”

“Sounds like a fair enough trade to me!”

Dewey bounded over to the nearest box, fully prepared to speak an insult towards the trio. However the contents within made him stop and examine them more closely. “Ooooooooh, are these bottles of water from the Fountain of Youth~?”

“Yes, and don’t touch them,” Gyro warned. “Despite what happened in Florida, Mr. McDuck wants to examine the fountain’s abilities more closely, in the hopes that perhaps their de-aging powers can be used in a much more controlled environment. But someone-” He cast a look in Manny’s direction. “-ended up dropping the box with the antidotes and shattering my samples. So now we don’t have a way to change anyone affected by the water back until we make more.”

Manny was heading towards the stairs, his shift ended for the day. However, at the scolding, he stopped and tapped his hooves in an irritable fashion: “I SAID I WAS SORRY.”

With a slight look of concern, Dewey set the box down again and hurried off to grab another, while Huey merely looked down at his scroll. “How you holding up, Boyd?”

Boyd’s hesitant expression lit up the smallest amount at the sight of Huey. “I’m...okay,” he said softly. “I’m sorry I can’t be there, I’m just worried...”

“Hey, hey, it’s totally fine,” Huey assured him. “At least this way you can always just end the call if things get too overwhelming for you, right? And, if by some miracle you think you can handle being here, it’s just a short fly away.”

Boyd gave him a small nod. “...Thanks again, Huey.”

“Anytime, pal.”

[whorekneecentral]

Imma need a breeding kink with Antonio like he’s literally losing it while he’s inside you😩 pls & thanks 🥴✨

no cause this man would have the biggest breeding kink 

--- 

he hadn't even thought about having kids with you until one afternoon where all of you were over at Matt and Gabby’s place for dinner. 

Matt and Antonio were sitting by the door while you, Gabby, Eva, Diego and Louie ran around, kicking the soccer ball. 

Antonio smiled to himself as he watched you spun Louie around 

It was getting late and Antonio suggested that it was time for you guys t get going because it was wayyyy past Louie’s bedtime 

Diego and Eva held out to spend the night with their Tia 

Gabby and Matt reassured him that the kids are more than welcomed to stay and that they’d be happy to have them 

so Antonio gave in 

The whole drive home, he was quiet but you could feel the tension in the car

his hand rested on your thigh the whole drive home except Antonio pulled over 

turning to him, you don't even get the chance to ask what’s wrong before his lips are on yours 

you ask him what’s going on and he’s like “let’s have a baby” 

you're super confused as to what’s brought that on but you follow him to the back seat either way 

[ilikefandoms]

Family Dinner - Robby Keene

Request - Hi, it's me again. You could write something in which the reader and Robby are in a secret relationship and Daniel notices that boy's passionate gaze and is curious to know who the mysterious young woman is who was leaving him like this, then asks him to invite her to a family dinner . It turns out that Daniel didn't even imagine that this girl was the golden student of Cobra Kai, almost as relentless as Tory and Samantha's number one rival. Throughout dinner, the reader does her best not to provoke a scene, even with Sam's indiscreet insinuations about her being a bad person and to make matters worse, a conversation about sexual orientation arises in a very prejudiced way from Louie and she is extremely offended after a prejudiced comment about bisexuality (she is bisexual, Robby knows and accepts this), Daniel ends up being faster and goes after her, the two talk very cute (almost father and daughter) and the two end up giving each other very well . Anyway, after all that mixture of emotions that was the night, Robby takes the reader home which leads to a lot of affection and kisses on her part (deep down, under that badass exterior she is just a big monster of affection ❤). Sorry if it took too long hahaha.

Pronouns used - She/Her

A/N -  Disclaimer: I do not agree with anything that Louie says in this, it is purely for the storyline. I also kinda made Sam look like a bad guy...sorry Sam.

Warnings - Louie being a biphobic asshole, language

Word Count - 1593

You and Robby had a somewhat 'secret relationship'. You had both decided not to tell anyone, considering the rivalry between your respective dojos. Anyway, you were enjoying spending time with Robby alone.

Daniel had begun to get suspicious though. He had noticed that Robby had been acting different than usual, smiling at his phone, and getting home later. Daniel had made the fair assumption that Robby was in fact, seeing someone.

He had not-so subtilty brought up the question in conversation, taking Robby aback. Robby had admitted it though, and Mr Larusso had asked to meet this ‘Mystery Girl’, and asked Robby to invite you to family dinner.

So, here you were standing outside the Larusso’s house, having just texted Robby that you were here. You didn’t want Sam answering the door. 

Robby opened the door, “Hey babe, why didn’t you knock?”

“I didn’t want Sam or someone opening it to see me,” you shrugged, “I’m just nervous I guess, what with mine and Sam’s rivalry, with Cobra Kai. Everything,”

Robby wrapped his arms around you, “It’s gonna be ok, alright. If it ends up being too awkward or whatever, we can leave,” he reassured.

“Thank you,” 

He kissed your cheek, “Anytime. Ready to go in?” you nodded. Robby placed his hand in yours, and you walked in.

The Larusso’s house was beautiful, it had off-white walls, a mixture of hardwood and patterned flooring, and large windows. It was probably one of the nicest houses you’d ever been in.

“Hey Robby,” Amanda Larusso approached you, “This must be your girlfriend. I’m Amanda,”

“Y/N,” you said.

“it’s so great to meet you, Robby’s told us so much about you!” She said - even if this wasn’t true.

“No he hasn’t,” you said, with a weak chuckle.

“Okay, well... that’s true, but I hope to get to know you more today. Okay, we are eating outside today as it is a lovely night. Everyone else is already out there, make yourselves at home, and dinner will be ready in a few minutes,” she said, smiling.

You both thanked her, before heading outside to where everyone was talking. “Hey everyone,” Robby made your presence known.

“Hey Robby!” Daniel greeted, before laying his eyes on you, when his smile faded. It was no secret that you were the Golden Student of Cobra Kai, you had even been known to take Miguel and Tory in fights, and of course...Sam.

“What is she doing here?” Sam exclaimed, gesturing towards you.

Your grip on Robby’s hand tightened. You had expected this, so you decided to stand your ground, “I was invited,” you asserted.

“Who would invite you here?” Sam asked with narrowed eyes.

“Sam,” Robby said, in an attempt to calm her down. 

It was at this point that her eye’s travelled down to where yours and Robby’s hands were enlaced. “Don’t tell me you’re actually dating this bitch,”

“Sam!” Daniel scolded, and just before an argument could come out, Mrs Larusso arrived, holding trays of food.

“Am I interrupting something?” She asked, her eyebrows raised.

“No, mom. We’re fine,” Sam said, partially through gritted teeth.

**********

There had been evident silence since dinner had started, it was starting to get annoying, how Sam was giving you death glares from across the table. Anthony was doing the same, although he was just probably copying what Sam was doing.

Amanda then decided to break the silence, asking you a question “So, Y/N how did you and Robby meet?”

“We met at the skate park. Robby was tried to do a new trick, but it went wrong and his board ended up flying in my direction, he apologised, we started talking, and...here we are,” you replied, giving her a smile.

“Oh that’s sweet, and from what little Robby has said, you do karate?” she questioned.

“Yeah, I do,” you said, purposefully not saying your dojo’s name - even if Sam and Mr Larusso knew, you wanted to keep the dojo rivalry to a minimum.

“She’s top of her class as well,” Robby added, “She can easily beat me in a fight,” 

“Only because you fight dirty,” Sam uttered underneath her breath.

You ignored her, “I wouldn’t say easily,” you protested, “But, yeah I can totally kick your ass,” you said, letting out a small laugh. Sam rolled her eyes

“Wow, that’s really impressive. What dojo do you go to,” Mrs Larusso asked.

“Oh, um, Cobra Kai,” you said, somewhat trailing off towards the end.

“Oh. Okay, is this why this dinner is being so awkward?” she said, and no-one answered, “Obviously it is,” she mumbled.

“Aren’t they the dojo that dislocated Robby’s shoulder?” Louie asked.

“Technically that was just Hawk,” Robby defended.

“Still doesn’t excuse their shitty teaching methods,” Sam said quietly.

Your hand balled into a fist. Her snarky comments were starting to fuel your anger. Robby placed his hand over yours, gently rubbing his thumb over your knuckles - an action that he knew calmed you, and gave you a reassuring smile.

“Y/N, are you new to town? I can’t recall seeing you anywhere,” Amanda questioned, seemingly ignoring her daughters comments.

“Yeah, I only moved here 6 months ago. My mom got a new job,” you explained.

“Oh, what does you mom do?"

“She’s a real estate agent,” you replied.

“Oh, that’s cool,”

**********

Conversation slowly picked up from there, although that didn’t stop Sam from making remarks. It was like she was trying to get people to think you were a bad person, saying stuff like ‘Dad, I’m glad that you taught me and Robby the right way of karate’.

It was honestly taking a toll on you, you had to work hard to make a good impression, and not act out and make a scene.

“Mom, did I tell you that Moon has a girlfriend now?” Sam asked her mother.

“Oh, that’s lovely,” 

“Yeah, it’s this Piper. She’s nice,” she explained.

“Moon is the girl that was dating that Hawk guy?” Louie butted in.

“Yeah,”

“Was she just gay all along then?”

“No, she’s just bisexual,” Sam said, furrowing her eyebrows at Louie’s question.

“Sam, come on. Bisexuality isn’t real,” you fists balled as Louie continued, “People are either gay or straight, you can’t like both, that’s just... unnatural,”

“Fuck this!” You yelled. You rose from your seat, and stormed out of the back yard.

“Louie, what the fuck?” Sam, and Amanda said in unison. Robby sat there glaring at Louie for a few seconds, before standing up to go after you. Daniel put a hand on his shoulder, and muttered an “I’ll go,” and went after you. Meanwhile, Amanda was kicking Louie out of the house, using language she would never use in front of her kids in any other sort of situation.

Daniel ran after you. “Y/N! Wait,” 

“What do you want?” you said, wiping tears that had escaped. 

“Look, I’m sorry for what Louie said. If it’s any consolation, Amanda is shouting at him, and kicking him out,” he stated.

“You can’t control what he said. It’s not your fault,” 

“I know, but I’m still sorry, and I’m also sorry for what Sam has been saying. I know you two have your rivalry...thing, but it shouldn’t have come up,”

“Yeah, thanks,” you nodded.

“You did well for handling it as well as you did, had that of been me, I would’ve thrown hands,” he said, impressed.

“Oh, trust me I wanted to. It just doesn’t give off a good impression if you beat the shit out of the people your boyfriend’s living with,” you chuckled.

“Yeah, well I guess not,” he smiled.

“Why are you being so nice to me?” you asked, genuinely confused.

“What do you mean?”

“Well like, I’m a part of Cobra Kai. I’ve been in fights with your daughter, I’m not what people call the best ‘influence’ on people. Need I say more?” you said

“I see your point, but Robby trusts you. I’ve seen him improve since you two have been together, he seems happier, and if he trusts you, then I do too,” he explained.

“Thank you Mr Larusso,” you said, smiling at him.

“No problem kid,” he smiled back, “Now, if you want to stay for dessert, we have ice cream,” he offered.

“I think I’d just rather go home, if that’s okay,” you said.

“That’s totally fine, alright? I’ll go get Robby to take you home?” 

“Yes please,” you said, “Thank you,”

“Your welcome. I’ll see you soon,”

“Bye”

Robby came out a minute after Daniel had left, and immediately hugged you, “Are you okay?” he mumbled.

“I will be. I just want to go home,” you replied. 

“Okay, lets go, yeah?” he asked. You replied by nodding your head, yes.

**********

You and Robby had arrived at your house, and he walked you up to the front door. “Can you stay with me?” you asked.

“Yeah of course,”

You both made your way up the stairs and into your room. You grabbed some comfy clothes, and changed in the bathroom, before coming back to Robby.

“Are you feeling any better?” he asked.

“A little. Can we cuddle?” 

He just laid down in your bed, and opened his arms for you to lay in. You positioned yourself in his arms so your head was on his chest, listening to the steady sound of his heart beating.

Robby kissed the top of your head. You shifted your head to look up at him. He kissed your lips.

You knew that this boy would be the death of you.

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Jesse 2.0 - Jesse Lingard

you had seen the decline in his performances, reflecting on his decline in his attitude and determination the Mancunian once had. You were constantly reminded by your ex boyfriends performances on the pitch that you turned your Instagram profile to private for awhile, limiting the amount of people that could tag you in there videos. It wasn’t nice to watch, certainly from the outskirts. Someone you no longer spoke to.

You knew it was bad when your phone began to ring, his big brother, Louie’s name showing on caller I’d.

“You okay?” You ask, after accepting the call.

“It’s bad y/n/n.” He spoke, you could hear the concern. The worry in his voice as he spoke about Jesse. He was seeing it first hand, living with the once happy - bouncing from the walls - type of personality, to a empty shell of the footballer.

“I know Louie. The performance a reflection of him?”

“Yeah. A totally different man. They’re constantly chipping away at him, he doesn’t have the same drive.” You knew it took a lot of debating with his own mind for his brother to call you about it.

Although you and Jesse didn’t necessarily end on bad terms, you wouldn’t say it was good either.

“I don’t know what you want me to do though Lou. I don’t even speak to him anymore.” He let out a deep sigh as I spoke.

“You always pushed him to be the best he could be, he needs someone like you again.”

“Exactly. Like me.” A sad smile creeps onto your face, as you think about your only love and how he made you feel.

“Just think about it okay?” Louie pleads.

“I’ll think about it.”

“Thanks Y/n.” He breathed, hearing the relief flood from his voice. He knew you couldn’t turn down the opportunity to help him get back to the JLingz everyone knew.

Later that night, your tossing and turning in my bed, unable to get him off your m mind as per usual. It was hitting that little bit harder.

“Fuck sake.” You mumbled, picking up your phone for the 4th time in 20 minutes. You clicked the YouTube app, searching for some old clips of Jesse playing on top form, selecting to copy the link, instantly pulling up the messages app, selecting new message and typing his name.

The sound suggests you’ve sent it. The link that kick started the comeback. Barely seconds pass and it tells me he had read the message. 5 minutes later, after the five minute video he responds.

Please come over

without hesitation, your pulling on a random pair of joggers, with an old Lingard top that you already had on, and get into your car, not even responding to his message. Throwing yourself out of your drive and onto the main road. The 12 minute journey takes 8, as you drive with no other purpose other than him. Punching in the code that he hasn’t changed since you spit, you park up next to his large car collection.

You turn of the car and get out, locking it behind you as you walk to the door. You were still probably five or so steps away when it opened, barely getting a chance to register that Jesse was infront of you before he had you in an embrace. Instantly wrapping your arms around him, he relaxed, his body weight leaning against you.

You stood there for a few seconds, holding the broken boy. Attempting to comprehend what actually was going on. “Come on, come inside” you whispered against his cheek.

He stands straight, still got his arms around me as you walk a step ahead into the house. You lead the way towards the living room, taking a seat which once was your usual spot, now being a distant memory for both your minds. He took the seat beside you, looking a bit overwhelmed and disassociated.

“I need to get my flame back.” He spoke, both hands holding one of yours.

“You do.” You smile, placing your free hand over his. “Let’s get some motivation.”

You reach over him, picking up the tv remote and clicking the YouTube app. Typing in his name, and waiting for those skill videos to come up. Upon clicking the video, you lean your head into his shoulder, still holding his hand.

“You need to get that passion back.” You whisper to him. “Look how amazing you are at it.” Your head instantly snaps behind you, looking to see who was approaching you.

Louie shot you a smile, visibly happy that you had taken up the offer that he put to you earlier that day. He took the seat opposite us, “Jesse 2.0.”

“You can do this.” You reassure him, “if we’re rumoured to go into lockdown like they’re talking about, this might be the best thing for you.”

He squeezed your hand, “Jlingz is back.”

Louie leaned back into the couch, “We can get a plan set up, work with Alex, he knows how to analyse you and your performances.”

Jesse looked although a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. “Have you told her yet?” Louie asked, looking towards Jesse.

“Told me what?”

Jesse sighed, “No I haven’t.” Shooting Louie a look.

Louie instantly stood up, “I’ll let you discuss it then.”

You turn your face towards him, hand still intertwined. “What’s up?”

“I turned to the drink.” He spoke quietly, embarrassed by his actions. You let out a sigh, looking at your feet. You were disappointed in yourself for not reaching out to him sooner.

“I should have checked if you were okay before now.” You attempt to blame yourself, but he doesn’t allow it. Instead Jesse pulls your face to his, his dark eyes peering into yours.

“This isn’t your fault babe. It’s all on me. Don’t blame yourself.” He spoke, a quick flicker of his eyes go between your eyes to your lips and back again. You sent him a sad smile, his hand still placed on your jaw, his thumb gently moved back and forth.

“We’ll get you back to how you were. Louie can get Alex to get you a plan thought up, we can speak to Ole see if we can get you the game time.”

He doesn’t even respond to your words, instead presses his lips hard against yours like he had his life depending on it. The emotion was all there, just the same as before you left. Instantly your kissing him back, because in reality you had missed it almost as much as him.

As you separate, he gives you a smile. A smile you’ve been waiting to see from afar but we’re unable to due to his downfall. “We’ve got this.” You say, standing up and going into the kitchen to see Louie, Jesse following behind.

“We go into lockdown tonight.” Louie sighed, leaning his bodyweight onto his arms as he leaned against the worktop. Both yourself and Jesse letting out a large sigh.

“You can stay here if you want.” Jesse spoke. Youlook towards Louie, who’s smiling wide towards me.

“You’ve got to help with Jesse 2.0. You started it.” Louie exclaimed, stepping towards me and taking me into a cuddle. Jesse seconds behind joining us in it.

You nod in response, “of course. If that’ll mean you get playing again.”

The brothers both grin towards you, both taking your into a cuddle as you smile back at the pair. “Ah it’s good to be back.”

May turn this into a few parts?