#Louie: needs reassuring

[cathymee]

THIS SHOW GOT ME FUCKED UP BRO 😭

[littlelalu]

FaceTime | Milo Manheim (Slight Smut)

WARNING: Some cussing ... some sexual words....

NOTE: Y/N = Your name

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FaceTime

The silence in the apartment felt heavier than usual tonight. I am used to hearing Milo’s laughter echo through the place. He has been gone for a little over a month to film season 2 of School Spirits in Vancouver. I couldn’t go with him due to my job and school. This has been the longest time without seeing each other. We do Facetime, call, and text every day but it’s not the same. I want him here, with me. I knew what I was getting myself into when I began dating him, but I didn’t expect to miss him this much. This week was the worst too. I have been wanting “him”. I keep having flashbacks from the last time we had sex. His hands are all over my body, His m, his plus eyes. I have been doing everything to keep my mind off it by watching shows, going on a walk with Louie, and doing homework. NOTHING HELPS.

From the corner of my eye, I saw my phone screen lit up. I grabbed my phone and checked who it was. It was Milo.

“Hey Babe. Just got done filming and I am heading to the hotel now. Are you still up?” he said when I answered.

We have a 2-hour time difference. “Hiii babe! Yeah, it’s only 8 here haha. How was filming?” I texted back. I saw the little text bubble pop up again.

 ‘It was fucking amazing. We filmed a crazy scene that I will tell you more about later, but that shit was scary as hell.”

‘Scaredy cat” I joked.

 “Mean,” he said with a giggle.

“ Anyways do you have plans tonight with the cast again?” I asked curiously. I want to try something new.

“Nope. Why? Want to Facetime?”

“Yes!” I said too quickly, making him laugh.

“Give me like an hour. I am like 25 minutes away from the hotel and I want to shower. “

“Same here. See you soon babe.” I said before we hung up.

I passed some time by going on TikTok and scrolling through videos. After half an hour, I got up from the couch and began getting my things ready so I could shower.

~~~After shower. ~~~

I quickly changed into a crop top and shorts since I took a little longer in the shower than I thought I would. I walked into my room and grabbed my laptop. As my Macbook turned on, I texted Milo.

Hey babe. Are you good to go?

Yes ma’am! Start the call!

I started the Facetime call on my laptop. Milo answered instantly

“Hey, cutie!” He said as he answered. His hair looked messy and slightly wet from his shower. He could see his bare skin. Oh God. He’s shirtless.

“Miloooo!” I said excitedly. “How was your day love?”

“Besides having fun filming, it was pretty chill. We had to reshoot some scenes because we kept getting out of character.”

We talked a bit more about his time on set, telling me that ‘scary’ scene he had to film. I was doing my best to pay attention, but he looked so fine. All I could think about was what I could do to him if he were here.

“You seem a bit off. Everything okay?” Milo said, bringing me back to reality.

“Yeah..” I said shyly, slightly blushing.

“What’s wrong, “Y/N”?” He asked sternly.

“I– I just miss ‘you’” I said.

“I miss you too, babe. No need to be upset right now. We will see each other soon” He said with a reassuring smile.

“No, Milo.” I sighed looking down slightly embarrassed. “I miss “you”’”

Milo looked confused at first. “What? What do you me-” He got quiet and his eyes widened. “Oh…”

“I-i’m sorry. I s-should go. I made this awkward.”

“Babe, no. Just caught me off guard. I never imagined you having these thoughts. You’re so innocent.” He said with a smirk.

“I’m not sure why I need you this way. I just do. This whole week has been crazy.”

“Well… “ He said “If it makes you feel any better… I miss “you” too.” He said using his hands to air a quote on ‘you”

I felt my cheeks get hot. “Really?”

“You have no idea. You left your mark on me before I left. Remember? I couldn’t stop thinking how wild you were” He said.

We did go crazy before he left—the best one for sure. 

I giggled. “Sorry about that. But no regrets” 

“Why don’t you show me how much you missed me?” He asked. 

I looked at him in shock. “H-how?”

“ Rub yourself.” He demanded.

Me being a good girl and started to do so. I took off my shorts and underwear and began to back my laptop. The angle of the camera can see my whole body now. I laid my back against the bedboard and spread my legs open. I grabbed a little bit of lotion and began rubbing myself. 

Slight moans came out of my mouth.

“Fuck babe” Milo groaned. “I want to fuck you so bad right now.”

“Do the same, Milo,” I demanded him.

He set his phone down against something and started pulling down his joggers. He sat up on his bed. His dick is so hard. His tip throbbing. 

“You’re happy to see me,” I said and winked at him.

“I-I always am” as he began to stroke himself. “I want to f-feel you, babe. Me pinning you d-down bed. Pounding you from behind.” 

I rubbed myself a bit faster and started to let out some moans. “M-Milo. I-I need you in me. I want to r-ride you so b-bad.” 

He bit his lip trying not to moan loudly. “Take your shirt off.” He demanded again.

I raised my shirt. I wasn’t wearing my bra, so my breasts were exposed to him. 

“O-oh G-god, Y/N” he moaned. “I remember how much they bounced when I was pounding you.”

“I w-wish y-o-o-u were sucking on them r-right now.”

I saw him roll his head back.“F-fuck, Y/N” He moaned. “Finger yourself and Moan my name for me. Think of me fucking you right now.” He kept stroking himself.

I inserted two fingers like he would and moaned his name louder each time I pumped them in and out. I kept thinking of how he would fuck me so hard right now. He moaned slightly louder this time.

“I-I-I’m close, baby” He whimpered out and picked up his pace. 

“Me too” I groaned. I rubbed myself in the right spot and finished in my hand. I was panting.

I noticed Milo finished and was out of breath too. 

“That was something: he said slightly laughing. I giggled at his comment.

“Yeah. It really was.” 

“Hold on… I … ummm… gotta clean my mess” He said. 

I nodded. “Me too” We left the call open but went to clean ourselves up quickly. Once we were done we returned to our call.

“I miss you even more now…” He said.

“Almost time babe. Just three more weeks.” I said.

“We might have to do that again sometime soon. You look so beautiful moaning my name like that.”

“Milo!” I said, slightly blushing.

“Oh I’m sorry,” He said in a playful voice “Is the girl who mentioned she missed me fucking her acting innocent now?”

I rolled my eyes at him “Haha, very funny”

“Well…. Just know your dreams will become true very soon” He said and winked at the camera.

I have been counting down the days for that anyway. “I hope so. If not, I will just have to do it myself” I smirked at him.

He acted offended.”Don’t you dare.” 

“I’m just saying.” I giggled.

He yawned. “I’m tired now babe. Ima head to bed. I have to wake up early to film some more. I’ll text ya in the morning.”

“That’s fine love. Get some rest.”

“Goodnight babe. I love you so much, beautiful.” He said as he blew a kiss at me and waved at the camera.

I blew a kiss at him “Good night! I love you too, handsome.”

We ended the call.

I went to bed that night feeling relaxed and happy after that exciting call. Now, I have to wait for the real thing soon.

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NOTE: I am posting this at midnight. I started working this Friday afternoon but was too busy to finish it. It's not my best as I have not written anything smut. But I'll see how it goes.

Time for bed for me.... Goodnight yall! :)

[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."

[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

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“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.

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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

[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...

[buttercuppg]

Buttercup had attempted to keep the mood up and still get Webby to come along despite the damper in her spirit, but the blonde seemed to be dead set on changing her mind. Just moments ago she was practically jumping up and down in excitement of the idea of throwing an axe, and now it was as if she’d never been excited about it at all. Buttercup’s attempt at another smile fell again. “And why is that?” The brunette asked genuinely, wanting to understand why Webby was being so hard on herself. Just because of what happened with Louie? Buttercup wondered if Louie himself was being hard on Webby to make her feel that way — as the blonde continued, it answered that question without Buttercup needing to ask. “... I don’t think what happened was your fault,” she answered Webby’s question honestly. “It was Dewey’s. You don’t see me talking to him, do you?” She pursed her lips, pausing before continuing. “I think … Louie will ease up eventually. He’s going through a lot, and he's probably just letting his anger out in the wrong places… he is my best friend, but sometimes we don’t always agree on everything.” She knew Louie would probably be mad if he knew she was trying to give Webby the benefit of the doubt and spend time with her, but he would get over it. She wasn’t afraid of him, and she still believed that Webby really needed a night to feel normal again. “Trust me, if I was mad at you, I wouldn’t be here trying to do this. Despite everything, you’re still my friend too," she reassured her. "I really think you should get out of the house and try to have some fun tonight.”

She shouldn’t have gotten as excited as she did. As much as she wanted to be—and she really really wanted to be—the blonde shouldn’t. Almost as if a switch had been flipped from inside her head, Webby remembered why she had been so down in the dumps lately in the first place, and that was how can she be so happy and excited when she had faults in what had happened? Then remembering how Louie was still healing from losing his leg and how he was also avoiding her at that, the blonde’s shoulders had sagged. “…..I don’t think I should be going out in the first place.” The younger confessed with a heavy sigh. She was already starting to think of how she should get out of this outfit and return it back to Buttercup. Her friend could just go to the axe throwing place with someone else who deserves to be hanging out with her at what Webby wouldn’t doubt was an amazingly cool place to go to. Like one of her sisters. Or maybe Louie himself if he was up for it. With another sigh, the blonde glanced back at her friend and shrugged. “I mean, yeah?” She replied, saying it in a way as if Buttercup should’ve known that. In fact, why wasn’t the other not upset with her too? If Louie was so angry that he wouldn’t want to even talk to Webby, the girl couldn’t believe that his own best friend wasn’t as angry with her too. So, to hear Buttercup tell her otherwise and how she’s allowed to have fun, the blonde only stared at her uncertainly. “Why aren’t you upset with me too?” Webby suddenly questioned, now wanting to know why the older girl has been trying to cheer her up. “Actually— why have you been doing all of this for me? You know Louie hasn’t been happy with me lately, don’t you?” 

[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.

[youandthemountains]

like yes i get it i like conflict i like catharsis in stories however im going to be honest every time Daniel and Chozen gave each other little smiles and were just steadfastly there for each other and allowed each other to exist without apology and sought each other out, I did actually for real feel High

[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.” { ☆ }   

[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.”

[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 🥺

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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 💖

[gladly-be-the-good]

Yeah I think about this a lot. They're all looking for security, just in different ways. And I think the site did a good job of addressing their needs too. They grow. Louie has his shot at easy money and finds it that it's not so easy actually. That it can't replace or buy the human connections made with time, effort, and humility. Evidenced by Scrooge and Launchpad fighting off the zombie thing after Owlson quit. (No judgement btw, she definitely should have quit.) He'll never end up alone like Mark Beaks. Sure he covets buzz over money, but for the same quick fix reasons.

Huey learns that failure and the unknown might hurt him, but that they won't stop him. It's not the end of the world. It's just another patch on his sash that shows he tried. He had an adventure. And I think that the adventure of it is what he really loves. Learning is great, security is great, the illusion of control is great. But the best part of discovery is the path you take to get there, and the people you want to share it with. He'd never end up an old vulture, hoarding away all the wonderful things in the world in an attempt to catalogue and control them.

And Dewey, dear Dewford. He's constantly being shown and reassured that he's treasured by his family. He gets to a place where he can take a backseat to someone else's story. Dewford Dingus Duck, who could have been Turbo, who has to say his own name at least once an episode when he's in it, tells Goslyn that he'll support her and be her Webby. He'll never be Jim Starling, who put his own ego and self importance before everyone else. The lime light is lustrous but spotlights only shine on one person at a time.

Just, all of them grew and they grew into their families and I love it.

Needs

Huey needs to be in control. Donald bounces from job to job, doing his best to take care of them, but money is inconsistent and Huey is smart enough to know that. But knowledge stays. He needs everything to be “Science fact” because if he knows everything about the world than it can’t hurt him, or his family. The more he knows the more help he would be. Then maybe Uncle Donald wouldn’t be so tired all the time.

Louie needs to be rich. He needs the security that comes from wealth and nothing else. He’s seen what late nights and hard work do to Donald. The stress, the exhaustion. If he had money, easy money, none of them would ever need to worry ever again. Huey could have all the patches he wanted, Dewey could make all the movies he wanted, Donald could go on vacation and send all the postcards he wanted.

Dewey needs to be seen. His mom disappeared and the world forgot her. All they have is a picture. Donald won’t even talk about her and she was his twin. He doesn’t want to be forgotten, name unspoken by friends and family, resigned to oblivion. He wants to stand out. If people see him and like him then they’ll remember him. And if he ever did disappear, like his mom, his name would live on. He doesn’t want to be forgotten.