#loubbie fanfic

[blackacre13]

(Please excuse the random pm before, my brain apparently wasn't functioning.) Hello! I hope you are doing okay! I'm a bit desperate but I seem to remember a fic where Loubbie kidnap a child for a job in an estate that belonged to a relative of Debbie's. Debbie thought she was not good with kids but apparently she was. It was a bit angsty but also so soft. I think the fic has three parts? And I can't find it anywhere, but figure that you might hace written it or have some clue. Thank you and I love your works so much!!!!

This isn’t my prompt and it’s not ringing a bell. Can any of you detectives help?👀

[blackacre13]

😘

[enchantedlandcoffee]

10 writer asks

thanks for tagging me @loubbies

What is your absolute all-time favourite idea you've ever had?

This is a fic I'm planning at the moment (potentially for a fest)

Louis crossed a warlock (accidentally or their parents did) which led to them being cursed. They were never told what the curse was, until the day before their 21st birthday when they received a scroll detailing 'You have 24 hours until everyone you love forgets you exist'. Instead of dealing with it, they spend the day as normal and then leave to go far away (maybe they were dating Harry and left them asleep in bed). 3 years later, they end up back in their hometown (maybe to attend a funeral or wedding from a distance) and they bump into Harry again.

2. Is there a question you've been asked in the past that really stands out to you and you still think about sometimes?

Not that I can think of, no.

3. What is your favorite part of being a writer? What parts could you take or leave?

My favourite part of being a writer is coming up with a multitude of different scenarios for characters to be in. I'd leave the writers block behind if I could XD

4. What is your greatest motivation to write/create?

My greatest motivation to write is to make myself happy and also make other people happy.

5. What is the best piece of advice you've ever read or bee given as a writer?

The first draft is just you telling yourself the story. ~Terry Pratchett

6. What do you wish you knew when you were first starting out writing?

That it doesn't have to be perfect first try.

7. What is your favorite story you've written TO COMPLETION? Link it if you'd like and can!

All my stories are currently works-in-progress at the moment (apart from my drabbles).

8. What is your favourite out-of-the-box quote?

I can't think of one at the minute 😅 I'll come back and add one when I remember.

9. Which of your characters would you say has the most controversial mindset? Why do you say so and how do you personally feel about their ideals?

I'd say Louis. Mainly because he's quite set in the 'just staying' friends mindset- so much so that it impacts his friendship with Harry and others.

10. If you when you first started writing met you now, what would younger you think?

They'd be worried that it was mainly One Direction fanfic 😂but they'd be proud that we're still writing.

Tagging (no pressure): @imogenleefic @greeneyesfriedrice @hellolovers13 @larry-hiatus @red-pandaaa @itsnotreal

[fairy-tales-of-yesterday]

First ten lines

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway

Tagged to play by @mrsmungus

Tagging @loubbies @kayedium-writes @mikaharuka @the-least-tactful-writer idk anyone else to tag so...

This isn't ten because i was getting tired of copying and pasting but here you go.

Is It A Dream

Mulder wondered where he went wrong. He was alone like he had been in the start, after Samantha he had always been alone. Then the FBI happened, and then Scully happened, and he hadn’t been alone, he hadn’t been fully alone in so long. Scully had almost left though, and he couldn’t blame her, he understood that he wasn’t a good person to be with. He had never been. It was a miracle that she had stuck with him for as long as she had, and she was still here beside him.

Till The End

Apollo was a simple god. Really, he was, at least compared to his father and his uncles, and Hermes there were so many things Hermes had in his realm. Sure, he liked flashy things, hot girls, hot guys, the sun, poetry, and all that jazz. Ok on second thought he wasn’t that simple, however considering he wasn’t the love god he felt like he knew love well. This is how Apollo knew that he was completely and utterly in love with… and he knew he had to write him the most beautiful haiku.

Even Through The Storm

Ace missed Nancy it had been so long since he had seen her, talked to her. It was fine though completely fine. He missed having someone who got him, not that Bess didn’t get him, it just wasn’t the same. The type of relationship Nancy and he had wasn’t the same, their connection ran deeper. He had thought that things would go back to what they were once the curse was broken but Nancy was still pulling away from them all. Hopefully, the revival of their game nights would help somewhat. He was heading to one right now, sort of, George and Bess were still on shift at the Claw but a storm was coming in so they didn’t expect there to be a lot of customers.

Moral of The Story

Gibbs thought about when Ziva "died" when he was first introduced to Tali, she was cute, he had to admit, and he wasn't even mad about his rules having been broken. He was sad though for DiNozzo, for how he was left to raise his daughter without Ziva. He had hoped that they would have been able to work it out but apparently, they hadn't. That wasn't his first thought.

Midnight Cookies

Honestly, they all should have expected this. Seven ADHD demigods were trapped together on a ship for hours on end. However, none of them could ever dream up the situation, that they had found themselves in. It all started with blue cookies, his moms’ blue cookies, he had a sudden craving for them in the middle of the night and he ventured down to where he knew the plates that would make whatever he wanted were. Sneaking quietly through the halls, he was so focused on being quiet that he wasn’t paying attention, and he ran right into Leo. Like dead on with Leo ending up on the floor.

Healing Isn’t Easy

It was over. Finally, almost over and she didn’t know how to feel. Lucy knew that she should feel relieved that it was finally over and that Rosalind was finally dead, but she didn’t feel like it was over. It was too good to be true. To easy, she had just been there one moment and then dead the next. Shot by someone hidden in the trees. She was dead, and Lucy was still here and she didn’t know how to feel about that.

Insomniac Ghosts

It was Christmas Eve, and Mulder had been planning on spending it staked out in his car, because his apartment had to be fumigated again. He hated Christmas, because of how commercialized it was, hence why he locked himself in his house, or worked from the 24th to the 25th. This year he couldn’t though, he didn’t know what to do, he couldn’t go home, and he still didn’t have the X-Files, and there was no way that he was going to stay here.

I Can Change You Can Change Everyone Can Change

He couldn’t do this he couldn’t leave her behind it just wasn’t something he could do he couldn’t walk away he couldn’t. The last time he walked away and left her behind on a tarmac, she ended up getting tortured in a terrorist camp. He couldn’t risk something happening to her again.

[waitingfortheendtocome]

This still makes me laugh how someone made an entire wikia for it just to add them as "officially canon" 😂just for their own Loubbie fanfics (nor complaining just find it funny) as much as I would have loved for them to be canon or official canon. They actually aren't canon. If it wasn't said in movie officially or by the cast or writers it didn't happen. And no I don't count thr rough draft script out because that version of it was scraped and redone.

I forget some people take their ships seriously and literal. Fandom Wikipedia needs to stop letting users edit things themselves or at least only allow actual canon information to be added.

They’re married your honour

[sun-avenue]

short tales: loubbie.//01.

There was nothing like being a thief.

The adrenaline rushing through your veins, your heart beating too fast, too loud, seconds before you decide to make someone else’s thing your own. The sweat and the shaking muscles trying to scream at you because your whole body knows that’s not a right thing and trying to stop you. But, at the same time, your mind is already set in a goal and you think right and wrong are just concepts walking together in a thin line. Debbie embraced that hormonal rush as if it was a drug and she loved getting high on it. It made her feel alive. She was in love with danger and being in control was something she needed like lungs need air.

After 24 years not having control in anything in her life, that was the most precious feeling being a thief gave her.

So she was in love with being a thief, but as she’d heard so many times while growing up, there should be a limit (“there’s always a limit”, her brother used to say to her when they were younger) and a night out in a crowded club after too many shots of tequilas was definitely hers.

Debbie was classified as a criminal (she hated that, the word made her sound dirty, which yes, maybe she was, but really?) but she was also a human being, which meant Saturday nights sometimes were enjoyed better with alcohol, loud music, a few girls to kiss and too many guys to flirt with. Debbie was a planner, only acting when sure of all the possibilities, and after a few attempts, she learned the hard way that she couldn’t act in any plan after tequila. If anything, tequila gave her bad ideas and even worse plans.

The song filled the place with a generic, loud and repetitive beat. People started cheering. It was probably a number 1 hit, but Debbie couldn’t care less about the hits playing on the radio right now, so she wasn’t sure. Even though being there was something she enjoyed occasionally, it wasn’t her thing at all. What always made her come back was knowing it would be too loud and too dark and she wouldn’t be able to think straight or focus in her own deep thoughts for at least a couple of hours. And surely that was a great gift for someone whose mind wouldn’t shut up. Ever.

But it’s been hours, and she was ready to call it a night. No girls, no boys, no stupid plans because of a mind screaming for adventures mixed with hard liquor. Looking around, a sea of bodies moving together without a proper rhythm, drunk enough to keep their eyes closed without a worry in the world, somehow made her feel like she didn’t belong. That feeling followed her around everywhere, but when it found her in the middle of a club, she knew it was time to go home.

Debbie was ready to pack her stuff and leave without paying (well she planned to, but the bartender was too far away, and she wouldn’t bother to call him) when she saw it.

A crystal, shining, precious necklace, looking more expensive than the club itself, around some girl’s neck that she didn’t even bother to look at. The girl danced freely, drunk enough not to notice a thing around her except the masculine hands holding her by the waist, and Debbie knew, she just knew, that in 50 seconds that necklace could be in her back pocket and the girl wouldn’t even notice until tomorrow morning when searching for her clothes to leave that boy’s (who she kept grinding into) small, smelly apartment.

Debbie couldn’t stop staring at the piece of jewelry 10 feet away from her, looking exactly like she felt: as if it didn’t belong there. It was too fancy, too posh for a messy club like that. If she could guess, it was probably an old, valuable family piece, framing neck after neck for generations. It must cost a fortune. Eyes fixed on it, memorizing the way the colorful lights reflected on it, Debbie mentally said a big “fuck you” to her own rules about not stealing anything after tequila and especially not in a night that was supposed to be her night off.

But it was gorgeous, looked old and expensive, and its owner was so drunk she wouldn’t notice a yellow elephant in front of her at that moment. It was perfect. Ten steps and Debbie would leave with a buzz in her veins still trying to process the alcohol and a jewelry hidden in her pants. Ten steps and she could leave to have a good night of sleep by herself with a lot of money to receive the morning after.

Debbie was ready to stand up, heart already beating faster than before, fingers slightly shaking in excitement for the unknown, the adrenaline about to kick in, filling her like cocaine fills an addicted, when a strange voice made her jump and pushed her back to the moment around her, with an annoying song playing too loud and a glass breaking somewhere.

“I have a camera if you want.” The voice said.

Debbie looked away from the girl’s neck for the first time, knowing the moment was now ruined because she was too busy staring at that damn thing to notice she was also being stared at. Her focus was gone, the ten feet she had to walk were now looking further away and she knew it was probably too late to plan it all over again.

“Excuse me?” Debbie asked, turning to look properly at whoever ruined her shot at paying for better meals for the next 3 months. Her question sounded more like a cry in frustration than anything else.

“A camera. To take a picture and keep it, you know? You were basically eating that poor girl alive.”

The tall, blonde figure in front of Debbie made herself visible in the best way that she could under the terrible lighting in the place. Notably, she was drinking straight vodka like it was a glass of water. Her black suit matched her black tie, and Debbie caught herself thinking about how she never learned suits could embrace a female figure so well. The woman in front of her was painfully beautiful, making her forget everything about the necklace. But forget beautiful – she looked interesting. And the Smelly Club, as Debbie liked to call it, wasn’t a place to find interesting people.

“What? Oh. Oh! No, no, I wasn’t looking at her.” She rushed to reply, allowing herself to approach the tall figure who was sitting at the bar as if she was sitting in her own sofa back home.

“I don’t know, you looked pretty focused on her.” The blonde raised an eyebrow, a mystique smile on her lips, the kind of smile that could contain any lie that you’d still believe in it.

“Trust me, I wasn’t interested in her at all.” Debbie answered, trying to remember what was it that she was, in fact, interested in. Her foggy mind couldn’t even remember what she was doing before that conversation. The tall woman murmured something that pretty much said she didn’t believe it at all, but she wasn’t going to argue. “In fact, I was just leaving.”

That. That she could remember. She was leaving. She was drunk enough to leave.

“What? Already? It’s only 2:00 AM.”

“You mean it’s already 2:00 AM. That’s why I’m leaving.”

The woman scoffed.

“You don’t go out much, do you? People are still deciding where they want to go at 2:00 AM. Sit down, have another drink.”

Debbie was ready to gently decline, even though all the bones in her body ached wanting to stay and just talk to someone for the first time in forever, when the blonde concluded: “It’s on me.”

Looking around, the same bodies on the dancefloor didn’t look that terrible anymore. They looked like young people having fun, succeeding in forgetting their problems, whatever they were. They looked like people Debbie wished she was, if only she could allow herself to just let go of control. Just once.

And so she did, and accepted an adventure unlike the ones she was used to, embracing a new kind of buzz.

Debbie blinked and sited beside the tall blond figure, thanking the Gods for choosing high heels to wear that night. She received a smile back, and, moments later, a glass with an unknown drink.

“I’m Lou, by the way.” The blond said when their fingers met for a few seconds while Debbie grabbed her glass trying not to drop it. Drunk Debbie was a mess and she was aware of it. She took a sip of it, not bothering to ask what it actually was.

“I’m Debbie. It’s nice to meet you.”

And there it was – that same mysterious smile from minutes ago. Lou’s deep blue eyes stared at her, burning her skin as if they knew every secret in the world and as if Debbie had no idea what they were about.

Somehow the rush in her body was back and made her feel uneasy. She wasn’t used to feeling that buzz without planning or thinking about criminal activity. But everything in Lou screamed “danger”, begging you to be careful with the unknown. Debbie pretended she didn’t even notice, but deep down she knew it – and she secretly loved it.

“It’s so very nice to meet you, too.”

They smiled at each other like they were sharing a secret, and maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the vibe in the room making her head spin, but Debbie was almost sure Lou was, indeed, sharing one.

[sunvenue]

short.stories {loubbie;o8 edition}

There was nothing like being a thief.

The adrenaline rushing through your veins, your heart beating too fast, too loud, seconds before you decide to make someone else’s thing your own. The sweat and the shaking muscles trying to scream at you because your whole body knows that’s not a right thing and trying to stop you. But, at the same time, your mind is already set in a goal and you think right and wrong are just concepts walking together in a thin line. Debbie embraced that hormonal rush as if it was a drug and she loved getting high on it. It made her feel alive. She was in love with danger and being in control was something she needed like lungs need air. 

After 24 years not having control in anything in her life, that was the most precious feeling being a thief gave her.

So she was in love with being a thief, but as she’d heard so many times while growing up, there should be a limit (“there’s always a limit”, her brother used to say to her when they were younger) and a night out in a crowded club after too many shots of tequilas was definitely hers. 

Debbie was classified as a criminal (she hated that, the word made her sound dirty, which yes, maybe she was, but really?) but she was also a human being, which meant Saturday nights sometimes were enjoyed better with alcohol, loud music, a few girls to kiss and too many guys to flirt with. Debbie was a planner, only acting when sure of all the possibilities, and after a few attempts, she learned the hard way that she couldn’t act in any plan after tequila. If anything, tequila gave her bad ideas and even worse plans.

The song filled the place with a generic, loud and repetitive beat. People started cheering. It was probably a number 1 hit, but Debbie couldn’t care less about the hits playing on the radio right now, so she wasn’t sure. Even though being there was something she enjoyed occasionally, it wasn’t her thing at all. What always made her come back was knowing it would be too loud and too dark and she wouldn’t be able to think straight or focus in her own deep thoughts for at least a couple of hours. And surely that was a great gift for someone whose mind wouldn’t shut up. Ever.

But it’s been hours, and she was ready to call it a night. No girls, no boys, no stupid plans because of a mind screaming for adventures mixed with hard liquor. Looking around, a sea of bodies moving together without a proper rhythm, drunk enough to keep their eyes closed without a worry in the world, somehow made her feel like she didn’t belong. That feeling followed her around everywhere, but when it found her in the middle of a club, she knew it was time to go home.

Debbie was ready to pack her stuff and leave without paying (well she planned to, but the bartender was too far away, and she wouldn’t bother to call him) when she saw it.

 A crystal, shining, precious necklace, looking more expensive than the club itself, around some girl’s neck that she didn’t even bother to look at. The girl danced freely, drunk enough not to notice a thing around her except the masculine hands holding her by the waist, and Debbie knew, she just knew, that in 50 seconds that necklace could be in her back pocket and the girl wouldn’t even notice until tomorrow morning when searching for her clothes to leave that boy’s (who she kept grinding into) small, smelly apartment.

Debbie couldn’t stop staring at the piece of jewelry 10 feet away from her, looking exactly like she felt: as if it didn’t belong there. It was too fancy, too posh for a messy club like that. If she could guess, it was probably an old, valuable family piece, framing neck after neck for generations. It must cost a fortune. Eyes fixed on it, memorizing the way the colorful lights reflected on it, Debbie mentally said a big “fuck you” to her own rules about not stealing anything after tequila and especially not in a night that was supposed to be her night off.

But it was gorgeous, looked old and expensive, and its owner was so drunk she wouldn’t notice a yellow elephant in front of her at that moment. It was perfect. Ten steps and Debbie would leave with a buzz in her veins still trying to process the alcohol and a jewelry hidden in her pants. Ten steps and she could leave to have a good night of sleep by herself with a lot of money to receive the morning after.

Debbie was ready to stand up, heart already beating faster than before, fingers slightly shaking in excitement for the unknown, the adrenaline about to kick in, filling her like cocaine fills an addicted, when a strange voice made her jump and pushed her back to the moment around her, with an annoying song playing too loud and a glass breaking somewhere.

“I have a camera if you want.” The voice said.

Debbie looked away from the girl’s neck for the first time, knowing the moment was now ruined because she was too busy staring at that damn thing to notice she was also being stared at. Her focus was gone, the ten feet she had to walk were now looking further away and she knew it was probably too late to plan it all over again.

 “Excuse me?” Debbie asked, turning to look properly at whoever ruined her shot at paying for better meals for the next 3 months. Her question sounded more like a cry in frustration than anything else.

“A camera. To take a picture and keep it, you know? You were basically eating that poor girl alive.”

 The tall, blonde figure in front of Debbie made herself visible in the best way that she could under the terrible lighting in the place. Notably, she was drinking straight vodka like it was a glass of water. Her black suit matched her black tie, and Debbie caught herself thinking about how she never learned suits could embrace a female figure so well. The woman in front of her was painfully beautiful, making her forget everything about the necklace. But forget beautiful – she looked interesting. And the Smelly Club, as Debbie liked to call it, wasn’t a place to find interesting people.

“What? Oh. Oh! No, no, I wasn’t looking at her.” She rushed to reply, allowing herself to approach the tall figure who was sitting at the bar as if she was sitting in her own sofa back home.

“I don’t know, you looked pretty focused on her.” The blonde raised an eyebrow, a mystique smile on her lips, the kind of smile that could contain any lie that you’d still believe in it.

“Trust me, I wasn’t interested in her at all.” Debbie answered, trying to remember what was it that she was, in fact, interested in. Her foggy mind couldn’t even remember what she was doing before that conversation. The tall woman murmured something that pretty much said she didn’t believe it at all, but she wasn’t going to argue. “In fact, I was just leaving.”

That. That she could remember. She was leaving. She was drunk enough to leave.

 “What? Already? It’s only 2:00 AM.”

“You mean it’s already 2:00 AM. That’s why I’m leaving.”

The woman scoffed.

“You don’t go out much, do you? People are still deciding where they want to go at 2:00 AM. Sit down, have another drink.”

Debbie was ready to gently decline, even though all the bones in her body ached wanting to stay and just talk to someone for the first time in forever, when the blonde concluded: “It’s on me.”

Looking around, the same bodies on the dancefloor didn’t look that terrible anymore. They looked like young people having fun, succeeding in forgetting their problems, whatever they were. They looked like people Debbie wished she was, if only she could allow herself to just let go of control. Just once.

And so she did, and accepted an adventure unlike the ones she was used to, embracing a new kind of buzz.

Debbie blinked and sited beside the tall blond figure, thanking the Gods for choosing high heels to wear that night. She received a smile back, and, moments later, a glass with an unknown drink.

“I’m Lou, by the way.” The blond said when their fingers met for a few seconds while Debbie grabbed her glass trying not to drop it. Drunk Debbie was a mess and she was aware of it. She took a sip of it, not bothering to ask what it actually was.

“I’m Debbie. It’s nice to meet you.”

And there it was – that same mysterious smile from minutes ago. Lou’s deep blue eyes stared at her, burning her skin as if they knew every secret in the world and as if Debbie had no idea what they were about. 

Somehow the rush in her body was back and made her feel uneasy. She wasn’t used to feeling that buzz without planning or thinking about criminal activity. But everything in Lou screamed “danger”, begging you to be careful with the unknown. Debbie pretended she didn’t even notice, but deep down she knew it – and she secretly loved it.

“It’s so very nice to meet you, too.”

They smiled at each other like they were sharing a secret, and maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the vibe in the room making her head spin, but Debbie was almost sure Lou was, indeed, sharing one.

[sadsappysapphics]

Dear fan fiction writers,

Can you please all come together to write Ocean’s 9?

Sincerely,

Lesbians everywhere

[bernadettefoxs]

friends don’t kiss me like you do

summary: lou and debbie have to fight their feelings for each other while working/living together + one very jealous lou miller.

length: long (and gay) enough

warnings: extreme fluff!! and a little angst

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“Just leave it there, TamTam, Jesus.” Debbie spoke with an angry tone while Tammy was sitting at the other end of Lou’s couch, trying to fix Debbie’s heel that broke when she and Tammy ran home together after getting out of the cab on a rainy New York city night.

Debbie almost twisted her ankle stepping on a cobblestone and Tammy laughed, tugging her arm and helping Debbie steady herself, but one of her heels was now wrecked and the brunette was cursing under her breath, meeting an impatient Lou waiting for them by the door, whispering “what the fuck” when both women showed up looking like train wrecks, both a little drunk too. It was supposed to be a business dinner with one of Debbie’s old friends who worked at the bank, and it ended up with margaritas and endless vodka shots.

Lou was a bit hurt, not ever admitting that to anyone, that Debbie didn’t ask her to come with her, calling Tammy instead. Sure, Tammy was her best friend too, but she wasn’t Lou, and Lou wondered why not just ask her when Tammy had to leave four snotty kids at home and Lou was always just… there. She welcomed their drunk mess with tea and dry towels, and now she was watching the silly shatter from the kitchen as Debbie snatched the heel from Tammy’s hand with a giggle.

“Leave it to me, honey, I can do it.” Lou knew it was all part of the banter, but hearing someone else call Debbie those stupid pet names was one of the worst things she’d ever witnessed. It only made her wanna throw up, thinking she’d been somehow replaced by Tammy as the best friend, and maybe as something else too. And it hurt her even more that Tammy was her friend, and that now she was starting to act and think like an immature teenager. Put it together, Miller.

.

Lou was in love. She couldn’t deny it. As much as she really, really, truly wanted to. She and Debbie had decided on staying “just friends” until they could really work things out between them and also get the heist successfully done. But every time Lou let time pass carelessly she’d find herself attached to the brunette, physically, almost too many times.

It would either happen after Debbie had a rough day assembling new members for the team or after Lou didn’t have a good day at the club. They would always find comfort in each other after midnight when Lou was about to go to bed but Debbie always stopped her before the australian could even step into her bedroom.

It was 1am, Debbie was sure because she’d had dinner with Lou three hours ago when she came back from the club, and afterwards she texted Tammy good night, assuring her that she was okay and thanking her for the help with the banker guy the other day, “also, fuck you, I ruined one good pair of heels because you thought you were Usain Bolt in the rain.”

She heard Lou turn off the kitchen lights and knew the australian was headed to bed, and she suddenly lost interest in the cooking book she was reading. It was Lou’s and she wasn’t even so sure Lou herself actually ever read that thing ever, but it was something to kill her time.

“Lou? Can I sleep with you?” the whisper filled the silent living room. All the lights were out except for the yellow ray from the creepy skull lamp Lou had gotten as a gift from her brother Rusty, she put it on her coffee table at first not really knowing what to do with it and she would always find Debbie sitting by the corner of her couch, using the light to read in the dark. She liked to sit there because she could always see when Lou walked around the place.

Debbie’s eyes followed her like a flashlight and even after almost fifteen years of knowing that woman the effect the australian had on her was still the same. Lou didn’t change at all. Being in prison for five years, she missed seeing that on the daily, and to her surprise, the first night she spent with Lou felt like home again. She never got used to being without Lou. And Lou didn’t either.

It would all fade to black again when Debbie decided to distance herself from those feelings, from Lou. She couldn’t escape the fear of fucking things up with the most important person in her life, so she would pretend to look away when Lou looked at her with that look, wouldn’t go out with her even just to run some stupid errands when Lou asked her to, every moment did something to her and she couldn’t bear it anymore. She couldn’t bare being Lou’s sidekick, even if she knew she wasn’t just that to her.

“Can I?” she whispered again.

“You- uh-“ Lou looked her up and down, her body covered by the robe she hadn’t known the brunette borrowed from her. She smirked, thinking about how she too would often just grab some of Debbie’s clothes and not even give them back later.

“I know we’ve talked about it. It’s not that. I mean- I just can’t sleep. I’m probably reading this stupid book for the 20th time only because I can never fucking sleep. It’s hard, without…” Debbie’s eyes would start to get watery if she hadn’t known any better, feeling so vulnerable in front of her partner. But she felt grateful for Lou’s silly smile growing wider, and the pang of pity as well. Usually that would piss her off, make her feel like she was nothing, like people were always just trying to be nice to her out of politeness and not because they cared for her, but this was Lou. And she knew the truth whenever it came to Lou.

“Yes, c’mon. Leave the bloody book there.” Lou walked to where the brunette was sitting on the couch and helped her stand up, grabbing the book with her right hand and Debbie’s waist with the other. Debbie looked at her with guilt in her eyes.

“Lou, I…”

“Yeah?” she watched the blonde rub her eyes in a sleepy way before yawning and sticking out a hand to her in the most loving, Lou way possible.

“Nothing. Thank you.” she closed her brown cardigan tighter around her shivering body, taking Lou’s hand and walking upstairs to Lou’s room.

Lou let Debbie make herself at home as the brunette tucked herself in and waited for her on her side of the bed. Lou usually slept in the middle of the bed, but she didn’t mind this, at all. The room was a bit dark and had one big window that shone the night lights from the shore outside. Lou loved hearing the waves break inside her head and how the shadows coming from outside the window made living shadows on her walls, it always helped her fall asleep faster, but tonight she didn’t mind that either. This was one of those nights where Debbie was all she would think of. Touching her and having her scent all over her and the room, felt like she could stay like that forever, falling asleep in the brunette’s arms as she scared Debbie’s nightmares away.

She cuddled closer to her, feeling the Ocean sniff her neck as they held each other tight, and Lou covered both their bodies with the heavy white blankets.

“I think we forgot to turn off the lamp, Lou.” Debbie whispered as she felt the blonde run her fingers across her arms.

“What?” Lou glanced at her, confused, making Debbie flush at how cute her stupid little frown was.

“In the living room.”

“Oh. That’s okay, Debs. Just sleep, alright?” she kissed the crown of Debbie’s head and held her like that, letting Debbie get closer and closer. “And you never know, maybe Tam will wanna barge in in the middle of the night to try and fix your heel for you. She might need the light to see.”

“Lou.” Debbie warned, holding back a chuckle.

“Sorry. It’s true.” Lou laughed, turning her back to Debbie.

“Lou?” Debbie called again, almost too scared to speak up.

“Yeah, Debs?” she answered like a mother angry at her child, making them both laugh.

“I miss this.” Lou’s heart stopped, and she looked at those dark eyes facing her in the dark. She could barely see Debbie, but she knew every inch of that face and that woman even more than herself.

“You miss sleeping with me, Ocean? Well that’s fucking impossible because you’re always in my bed.” they shared a laugh and Debbie rolled her eyes.

“You know what I mean, Lou.”

“I do.” Lou could feel her heart break inside her chest like never before. They both knew what they felt for each other, and how they’d left things between them before Debbie went to jail, and they hadn’t walked so far from that point after she got out. Five years later. They just knew it was still there, all of it. The painful silence, the electric touches, the desperate exchange of looks in a crowded room. The longing.

But they had agreed on staying like this for a while and that was the plan the had to stick with no matter what. No matter how much they wanted to go home together after a party with the team and just jump at each other with kisses and teeth, no matter how bad they were in love with each other in a way that nothing else could ever live rent free in their minds like each other.

“I miss… sleeping with you.” Lou smirked, covering her face with her arm.

“We really had it all didn’t we?” the australian whispered.

“We still can.” Debbie said, almost like a plead.

Lou shook her head, lying with her back facing the ceiling and her elbows supporting her weight.

“We couldn’t figure it out back then, Debs. What makes you think we could now?” Debbie cupped her face, bringing it impossibly close to hers.

“We were young, Lou. And stupid.”

“Yeah, well-“ the blonde scoffed, thinking about a 19 year old Debbie Ocean kissing her for the first time. “We still are. Stupid, at least.”

“I wanna be stupid together.” her voice came out broken, her hands finding Lou’s above her brown locks. Lou smiled.

“You do?”

“Yeah. I really fucking do. I can’t be just friends. I wanna kiss you all the time and every fucking day and I wanna be able to tell people that I’m yours and you’re min-“

Lou’s lips met hers with a calm pace, both in a way of saying “please shut the fuck up” and “I love you more than you’ll ever know.”

“I wanna be stupid together, too.” Lou whispered, kissing her again, and again, and again, and again, until they were both finally deep asleep.

[blackacre13]

I’m going to get roasted for disappearing and then posting this as my only post in six months but I cannot get over this being a future published novel that is literally compared to O8 and is literally the name of one of my AO3 fics. Need to get my literary shit together 😭

(Yes, I am alive. I have just seriously neglected tumblr and writing fic/prompts and my health is a hot mess but I needed to share this in a world that understands)

[traumatisedfangirl]

i kind of want to start writing fanfiction again. would anyone be interested in reading it? any suggestions on what i should write?

[autumnal-archer]

Always

She didn’t need the text to remember the day Deborah Ocean got out on parole.

Lou hadn’t marked the date on her calendar, hadn’t kept a count of the passing days in her head—but the knowledge had pressed sorely between her eyes the moment her eyes opened that morning, enduring as a dull ache that, try as she might, wouldn’t quite disappear as she barked orders over crates of watered-down vodka and that goddamn Judge Judy rerun.

Fandom: Ocean's 8

Pairing: Lou Miller/Debbie Ocean

Word Count: 2, 236

Summary: It's not like Lou had waited five years, eight months, and twelve days for Debbie Ocean. No, not at all, because Lou Miller had been waiting for Debbie long before her sentencing, before Claude Becker, before this heist, and the one before it, and the one before that one too.

Lou Miller has been waiting for Debbie Ocean to choose her back since the very moment that she'd chosen Debbie: suddenly but quite deliberately, after their first job together had filled Lou with an elation so intoxicating she was almost afraid. She's waited, silently and not-so-silently, for Debbie through friendship, through heists, through fights. She knows how things always turn out: she'll always be at Debbie's side, every step of the way.

She just wants to know that Debbie will be by her side too.

Read the full fic on Ao3

[magdalenacats]

Mommy Dearest - Ocean's 8

Lou Miller x Debbie Ocean x daughter!OC

Wattpad Story - Ariadragonfly

Gif by @myriadimagines

Part 1

2. Knock, Knock, Knock

Previously:

It was shortly after 7:00 p.m., and they were almost through the movie when there was a knock at the door.)

...

They were all still sitting quietly on the couch, even when the knock came again. No one wanted to get up, because they were all too lazy. They were hoping that someone would volunteer to get up.

The group looked at Debbie, since she was sitting closest to the door.

Debbie knew she had to get up. That was the rule, either the person standing had to answer the door, or if no one was standing, the person sitting closest.

The rule also applied to getting drinks and snacks, as well as the house telephone, even though that never rang.

Debbie waited, hoping the person behind the door would just give up and not knock a third time. Her hope vanished into thin air when there was another knock.

The brunette put the movie on pause, groaned in annoyance and stood up. The others waited patiently for Debbie to open the door.

Debbie walked to the door with quick steps, stood in front of it for a moment to clean the imaginary dust off her black pants. Then she opened the door.

On the other side of the threshold stood a young girl with long blonde hair and blue eyes.

Debbie knew those eyes very well, as they were the eyes of her best friend, partner in crime and wife. Deborah looked into those eyes and knew they were Lou's eyes.

"Hello does a certain Miss Louise Miller live here by any chance?" the girl asked in a soft yet clear voice.

Lou, who was picking at her nails a moment ago, looked up at her wife with a questioning look.

Debbie's eyes were already resting on Lou. She saw Debbie bite her lip nervously. The brunette nodded her head toward the door, signalling for her to come over.

The blonde had been able to tell from the voice that it was probably a very young woman. She asked herself why the woman wanted to talk to her.

Lou rolled her eyes, exhaled loudly and stood up. At that moment, the others were also very curious, and looked at each other questioningly.

The others hadn't really listened before, thinking it was just a neighbor anyway. But when they saw Lou get up to go to the door, they perked up.

Of course, they acted like they weren't paying attention.

Constance rolled on the wheels off her skateboard. 9ball lit a joint, Daphne, Amita, and Rose found a topic to talk about, and Tammy typed something on her phone.

Everyone was only half engaged as Debbie could see them trying to catch glimpses of the girl. She gave them a stern look, telling them not to be so nosy.

When Lou arrived at the door, she opened her mouth to ask what was going on. However, she decided otherwise as she stood in front of the girl.

Her mouth was still half open and her heart was beating faster. Lou could feel the color draining from her face. The woman didn't know what to say, she had so many questions.

She couldn't move, she just stared at the girl. It felt like she was looking in the mirror, seeing a younger version of herself.

Both blondes faced each other wordlessly. Debbie watched them. The girl shifted nervously on the spot, not knowing how to act under the staring pairs of eyes.

She looked around the hallway for something to occupy her mind. As she did so, the blonde stood upright with her back straight. She waited for one of the two adult women to say something.

Debbie could see that the young girl was trying to look strong, but her movements from one leg to the other gave her away. At this, the brunette had to suppress a grin because she thought it was kind of cute.

Lou, on the other hand, stood rooted to the spot next to Debbie. Her mouth was still slightly open in shock.

Debbie didn't really know her like that, nothing could upset Lou like that, she was the badass biker with the leather jackets. The Ocean woman had never seen her partner so speechless.

Lou looked at the girl from head to toe. She had medium length blonde hair, beautiful blue eyes and was about 5'7ft (170cm) tall. The girl was just a little shorter than Debbie. The blonde estimated her to be around 18.

The young woman was wearing very skimpy and revealing clothes. She had a short black dress on, and only a shirt as a jacket. She also had a small black backpack with her.

Lou could see that she was very thin. She thought that if others already thought she was bony, then the girl was just skin and bones. It was already on the border of anorexic.

After what felt like hours of silence, which were really only a few seconds, Debbie cleared her throat loudly to break the silence.

The brunette put on a slight smile and said "Why don't you come inside, it's getting cold outside", at this Debbie gestured into the loft, giving Lou a slight jerk to signal that she should move.

The blonde girl nodded slightly in acknowledgement, and followed the two women into the loft.

All three walked through the entryway toward the living room where the others were sitting.

"Debbie, Lou, who's that? Did you order a stripper or...?", chimed Daphne's voice from the couch, she had both eyebrows raised and her expression had something of anticipation.

Rose, who was sitting to Daphne's left, gasped in fright. It was hard to tell, however, if she was shocked by Daphne's blunt accusation, or with the thought that Lou and Debbie had ordered a stripper.

To which Tammy, sitting on the other side of Daphne, lightly slapped the actress' upper arm, giving her a warning look.

Although she had to admit that the woman looked like a stripper.

The girl, awkwardly looked down to cover her rising red cheeks with her blonde hair.

Lou didn't know why but she felt some kind of instinct to defend that girl. She was about to snap back, but was held back by Debbie's hand on her upper arm.

Debbie looked at her with those warm and supportive eyes. At that, Lou calmed down again.

When Lou turned away from Debbie's eyes, she sent a warning look to Daphne, telling her to keep her comments to herself.

Debbie cleared her throat loudly to regain attention, giving Lou a quick glance as she did so. She turned slightly to the girl, and spoke in a soft voice, "Shall we maybe sit down at the kitchen table, and then you'll tell us why you're here?".

The girl turned to the brunette, and gave her a shy nod of her head. The three of them walked towards the kitchen table, but were followed by six other pairs of shoes. The whole group scattered around the kitchen table.

This only made the girl more nervous. The Ocean woman noticed this, and gave the gang a look. But this was simply ignored, as the six were too busy watching the girl.

Debbie just rolled her eyes. She sat down in the same place she had been sitting when she talked to Lou earlier. Lou and Constance sat next to her. The girl sat on the other side of Lou.

The young blonde, said nothing for now. She was too busy looking around the loft, which made her not notice eight other pairs of eyes staring at her. The group was waiting for her to start talking.

"So do you want to tell us why you're here or...?", pressed Debbie, crossing her arms and leaning forward slightly.

The brunette didn't want to sound rude or scare the girl, but she just didn't have all day.

The young blonde was jolted out of her thoughts by Debbie's words. She snapped her head in Debbie's direction. When she realized that everyone was staring at her, her face turned bright red.

She gathered her courage. The girl sat up straight, held her head up, and spoke directly to Debbie, "My name is Juliana Deborah Janvier, but I prefer Julie, and I'm looking for a Louise Miller."

When Lou heard the name of her missing daughter, she gasped, and went pale in the face. Whereas Debbie looked at the girl with an unchanging emotionless gaze. (gays😏)

The Ocean woman didn't know whether to believe the girl that she was Lou's supposedly missing daughter.

She, Lou, and Nine Ball all three saw the report where it said Juliana Deborah Janvier disappeared on her fourteenth birthday.

The police have not heard from her since that day, even the private detectives have not found anything of her.

9ball showed them an interview of Juliana's father Emmanuel Janvier. In which he said that the detectives had found absolutely nothing. The blond man said they suspected Juliana was laying dead in a pond or river somewhere.

Debbie didn't like the adoptive father, she thought he was too emotionless. He acted like he was talking about a busted deal and not about his missing daughter.

The mother was no different, she didn't say anything, she just stood next to her husband, nodding every now and then.

The chances that Lou's daughter was still alive were not great, since no one had heard from her in 3 years.

The brunette didn't want to say it, of course, but she also thought that Juliana was already dead.

She was of the opinion that nobody alive disappears without a trace for 3 years, especially not a fourteen year old.

Therefore, she needed proof that the girl in front of her was really the Juliana she claimed to be.

Debbie couldn't risk giving her partner false hope if she wasn't her daughter after all.

"And is there any way you can prove to us who you are?... I mean, anyone could come in here and claim to be someone else", Debbie pointed out, giving her a questioning, yet challenging look.

The young blonde glanced back questioningly until she had an idea and hastily nodded her head and reached for her bag.

"Merde! Where is it? I still had it this morning", the girl muttered to herself as she searched her bag.

Amita and Daphne gave each other a questioning look. 9ball pulled her eyebrows up, and the five others in the room, all looked at each other wondering and puzzling.

They didn't know what was going on. They didn't know who the blonde teenager was, what her relationship was with Debbie and Lou, or why the two of them were suddenly acting so strangely.

Tammy was getting impatient, she couldn't stand both of her friends not saying anything. She couldn't stand not knowing what was going on, so she blurts out a not so friendly comment "Can you two just tell me what's going on? Why does a half-naked woman want to talk to you Lou? Do you owe her pimp money? Then please, do us all a favor and give the woman the money before she wants something else from all of us!".

Even though Debbie could only see half of the girl's face as she was still rummaging through her bag, she could clearly see the sad and hurt expression on her face.

Before Debbie or Lou could say anything, the girl spoke up.

"First of all, I don't have a pimp, because I'm not a stripper or a prostitute. Second, I don't want any money, from any of you. I don't feel the need to steal back your stolen money after all. And third, my last and most important point. I don't want anything from a forty year old neuralgic woman who is in the midst of a midlife crisis and wants to escape from her opulent life. I'm not the one doing pronounced shopping at Forever 21 to feel a little young again. Spoiler alert, shopping there doesn't make you younger," the young blonde said, letting her eyes slide over Tammy's outfit.

She handed Lou a folder.

The gang members reacted differently to the monologue of the youngest.

Amita was impressed by the educated words of the young woman.

Constance muttered a soft "I didn't understand half of it, but it sounded badass and intelligent at the same time," and grinned to herself.

Nine Ball and Daphne doubled over with laughter. They had to laugh even harder when they saw the bewildered look on Tammy's face, who didn't even know what was going on anymore.

And Rose just got even redder, trying to keep herself busy with the tablecloth, as the situation was definitely not pleasant for her.

Debbie never had to stifle her laughter as much as she did at that moment. She took the folder from Lou's hands, and placed it between them.

She looked briefly at Lou, who was still glaring angrily at Tammy.

Lou thought that Tammy deserved the testimony from her alleged daughter. After all, she started with the accusations.

To reassure her wife, Debbie took Lou's hand in hers, squeezing it for support.

Debbie opened the folder, when they saw what was inside, Lou's tears came immediately.

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[madblaxk]

Hello everyone ! welcome to my shit of a tumblr page! I am a writer on wattpad as ‘Faithea_’ I am currently working a book for my bellatrix lovers! and sooner in the future I will have books for loubbie fans and Regina mills lovers aswell! but until then I will write those stories here.

Meanwhile send me your prompts! And welcome to this roller coaster ride of writing!

[widomauked]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Ocean's 8 (2018) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Lou Miller/Debbie Ocean Characters: Lou Miller (Ocean's), Debbie Ocean Additional Tags: First Meetings, Friends to Lovers, Exes to Lovers, Cigarettes, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Introspection, Character Study Summary:

Debbie was very easy to fall in love with. She had this innate quality that pulled everyone into her orbit — and either they didn’t notice, or they didn’t care. They just wanted to be around her. Lou just wanted to be around her.

[janetbrown711]

❝You are the only one who really understands me, so please—don’t go.❞ Dewey webby Delong with issues of webby leaving with Louie growing up and married and Dewey having issues and separation problems and aaahgavckfmgkf

Webby knew Louie was out of his damn mind when he swore that he’d be able to fix the whole Dewey being drunk out of his mind with Dante, Huey being anxious, and whatever spat Della and Daisy had gotten themselves into all before the rehearsal dinner started, but Webby did nothing to stop him. She was honestly quite interested in just how he would attempt it all, and just how spectacularly it would fail. That was why, despite her granny’s concern, she let Louie to it. 

However, her concern started to edge her when the dinner was starting in five minutes and there wasn’t a sign of Louie, Dewey, Dante, or Daisy anywhere. She figured Louie would probably try to fix everything last minute, as was often a technique of his (though weaker than his others). Sighing, she told Lena she’d be back in a moment and went to search for her fiancée. 

However, when she heard a loud thud, she was diverted from her path and rushed to assist whoever had fallen. To her surprise, it was Dewey, who didn’t appear even the slightest bit soberer than before. Whatever Louie had attempted, it didn’t work. 

“Dewey, are you okay? Why are you alone? Where’s Dante?” Webby asked, looking up and down the empty hallway. 

“Gone,” Dewey mumbled, his breath reeking of alcohol.

“Are you okay? You totally fell,” Webby asked, looking him up and down to check for any possible injuries. 

“Head’s fine. Made of solid rock,” Dewey grinned cheekily, knocking on his head a few times. 

“You’re coming with me mister,” Webby rolled her eyes at his slurred speech, wrapping an arm around him and helping him up, taking him to the kitchen.

“Where we goin’ Websssss?” Dewey asked. “Party’s thata way.”

“We are going to sober you up for Louie because he clearly doesn’t know how to do this,” Webby snarked. 

“True dat,” Dewey nodded. 

“So where’s Dante if you’re alone?” Webby asked again. 

“Dante’s... Dante’s... mm...” Dewey tried to think but couldn’t come to a conclusion. “Dewster’s all alone tonight.”

“Did he say that? Why?” Webby raised an eyebrow. She knew Dante, he was better than just abandoning Dewey like that. 

“Dewster’s aloneee tonight baby, no reason other than my brain,” He answered. Unfortunately, that did nothing to clarify the situation. 

“What about Huey? Louie said he was going to sober you,” Webby questioned. 

“Dante an’ Hubert got in a squabble,” Dewey shrugged.

“Well he better show up soon if this doesn’t work,” Webby sighed. 

“What we gon’ try?” Dewey asked. 

“That’s a surprise,” Webby said, so Dewey wouldn’t run away. It was going to be the tried and true method of dunking his head in ice-cold water until he could stand on his own. 

“Alllll by myseeeeEeelffffffff,” Dewey had begun to drunkenly sing to himself, as was his habit. No matter what situation they were in, if Dewey was drunk, he was singing somehow. 

“Dewey, you aren’t by yourself, I’m here,” Webby rolled her eyes. 

“Not for long,” he muttered. This caused Webby to stop. 

“What do you mean by that?” Webby frowned. 

“I mean...” Dewey’s face flushed and he looked to the ground. It seemed for a moment he would answer when suddenly vomited on a fake tree in the hall. Webby sighed. 

“We need to get you to the kitchen. I’m sure you can explain there,” She sighed and practically carried him to the kitchen, and he luckily didn’t vomit after that. 

Eventually, they reached the kitchen and Webby made her request for a big bucket of ice water, and the sobering began. She had to dunk his face in a total of five times before he demanded she stop and she knew he came back to his senses. 

“Tell me what happened,” Webby sat Dewey down and crossed her arms. 

“What do you mean?” Dewey rubbed the back of his neck. 

“Where’s Huey or Dante? How did you end up alone and wandering the halls of the hotel?” She clarified. 

“Right. That,” Dewey sighed. “Huey found me with Dante, Dante got snappy at Huey, Huey got snappy back, Dante left angry, Huey tried to get me to come back to save his ass so he wouldn’t have to give his speech, I got mad for him getting mad at Dante and stormed off, telling him not to follow,” he explained. 

“How long were you wandering around? And how did Huey lose track of you?” Webby raised an eyebrow. 

“I don’t know everything, okay? It’s foggy,” he shrugged. Webby nodded slowly. 

“I see,” She said. “What about all that alone talk? When I said you aren’t alone you said ‘not for long’. What do you mean?” 

Dewey went silent for a moment. 

“Webby... I-i feel like you’re the only one who understands me...” 

“Dewey, you promised-”

“I know what I promised,” he closed his eyes. “But...”

“Dewey, I know what you want to say but you cannot do this to me. The wedding is tomorrow, you cannot do this to me,” Webby looked away. 

“I wasn’t going to say any of that, I would never do that to you or Louie,” Dewey clarified sharply. Webby took in a deep breath and let him continue. 

“What I meant is... you’re my best friend. Huey’s off in college with a fancy girlfriend, Louie’s getting married, Lena has a girlfriend, heck, even Violet of all people has a girlfriend, meanwhile... I feel like I’m all alone,” he slumped. “I feel like once you get married I’m just going to be... alone; that you won’t want to hang out with me anymore...”

“Lena isn’t dating anyone,” Webby suggested softly. 

“She doesn’t count,” Dewey rolled his eyes. “You know what I mean.”

“I know, I’m sorry...” she sighed.

“Dewey, you’re a very good friend to me too. Trust me when I say, I don’t want to lose this friendship either. I care a lot about you, and I won’t leave you. I promise you’ll never be alone. Plus, you have Dante right?” She put a hand on his shoulder. He nodded. 

“I do,” he sniffled. 

“C’mon dummy, we need to get to the dinner. We’re already late,” Webby punched him in the shoulder, to which he winced and they left back to the dining hall. 

In all honesty, when Webby walked into the dining hall she half-expected everything to be on fire and a huge disaster, with Louie trying to fix it all in the middle. Instead, she was greeted by Louie with the smuggest and calmest face she’s ever seen in her life. 

“Well, well, well... look who’s late,” he grinned.

“Har har. You didn’t sober Dewey, so you didn’t win,” Webby pointed out. Louie rolled his eyes. 

“Well, I did everything else, including showing up on time, soooooooooo...” He winked.

“I get your hoodie for one month,” Webby rolled her eyes. Louie accepted this, holding out his arm for her, which she accepted and all of them took their seats. 

After that, everything seemed to go on without a hitch. Webby looked around the room and saw Daisy and Della were getting along just fine, leaving Donald much happier and more comfortable than before, Huey being relaxed and talking to Violet about things, and Launchpad was having a nice conversation with the person whose car he crashed into. In short, all was well. Webby was genuinely surprised. Then again, she had always known Louie for having a way with words and people. 

However, when Dewey began to hit his fork against his champagne glass (which wasn’t missing a single drop), Webby began to worry about what it was he was going to say. 

“Ladies, gentlemen, and other honored guests, let me be the first to toast to my brother and my best friend’s soon to be marriage,” he raised his glass. 

“I’ve known my little brother my whole life, minus forty-five minutes, and let me tell you he is quite the character. He’s selfish, lazy, and yet somehow the most caring and loving person I know. His schemes may get him in trouble a lot, but hey, I know they’ve saved my butt on multiple occasions,” he joked, which made the whole room laugh. 

“Without him, I’m sure everyone in this room would probably have found themselves in a bit more trouble than they are right now,” he said, to which several people nodded in agreement. 

“Now, Webby is fierce, sweet, and one of the kindest and yet also one of the scariest people I’ve also ever met,” he looked at her. “I couldn’t imagine someone better for my little punk of a brother.”

“So I raise a glass to their soon to be unity. Here’s to Louie and Webby; may their marriage be happy, may it be lengthy, and may it be filled with laughter and good times.” He raised his glass and everyone cheered and drank as he sat back down. 

“That wasn’t terrible Dewey,” Louie elbowed his brother and laughed. 

“I try,” Dewey rolled his eyes and smiled as he took a sip of his water. 

“I thought it was very thoughtful. He doesn’t have your way with words but it was from the heart, be nice,” Webby elbowed Louie. 

“He’s my brother, I have my rights,” Louie teased further. Webby chuckled and rolled her eyes. 

“Thanks,” Dewey said to her. 

“No problem,” She gave him a short and sweet smile and the night continued.

After the toast, everything continued normally, and without a hitch (unless you were Huey, Violet and Lena though, as they still had their bets going on, which they all took quite seriously). The dinner ended, and soon everyone headed off to their room to prepare for what tomorrow held. 

However, just as Webby was going to kiss Louie goodnight before he would disappear until the wedding, a certain uninvited someone burst through the door of the hotel and checked in out of nowhere. Once Webby caught word of it, she and Louie went down to the front desk to see who on earth would check into a wedding like that, and the night before of all times. 

However, the moment the figure opened their mouth a lot of those questions answered themselves. 

“Hello there Sharpy, happy to see me?”

Goldie. 

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