#loubbie fanfic

[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

[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

[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

[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. 

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

[romaerestu]

Two hustlers and a toddler [the beginning]

Simple comic inspired by my loubbie fanfic:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21651292/chapters/51629722

[marytylerperry]

Happy fanfiction writers day!

Happy fanfiction writers day, fanfiction writers day is August 21st (or at least that's what Tumblr says lol) so I want to thank you all of you out there who write amazing stories and bring a little joy to the life of people out there like myself battling depression. Through your stories I find comfort and relief.

I know it takes a lot of hard work, talent and time to bring the stories you write to life (so to speak) and for that I'm extremely greatful for that, sometimes is hard to find the inspiration and deal with your own problems in life but I truly appreciate the effort you all put in your amazing stories.

The fandoms and the fics I've been fortunate enough to read are probably the best and have so many talented writers it's insane. Once again thank you and please KEEP EM COMING!!!

[sunsetcarnation264]

Lemonade

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Title: Lemonade Summary: Louie opens up a lemonade stand, but so far it isn't successful from what Webby and Lena can see. (One-shot. LouWebLena.) Rating: K+ Genre: Romance/Humor Series: DuckTales 2017 Pairing: Louie, Webby, and Lena (LouWebLena) Louie shifted his eyes left and right, hoping to spy any possible customers. No one passed by to check out the lemonade stand. He sat there for a couple of hours for at least something. He yawned and stretched, feeling bored and tired. Louie took his phone out to check both the time and see if there were any missed, unread messages. He put his phone back and laid his face on his closed hand. His stomach began to growl, causing him to put his hand on there. His face slowly went from his closed hand to the top of the stand as he started groaning. "How's the business coming along, Lou?" Louie looked up and saw Webby in front of him. He saw Lena as well, who was standing behind Webby. Lena only waved when he looked at her. Louie rested his head on his arms. "Eh, haven't really had any customers so far." Louie replied. "Gee, I wonder why..." Lena said sarcastically, looking at the price. "I don't think you can get any customers selling lemonade for ten dollars, Louie." Webby showed him the price he wrote on there. "Don't you think this is a bit too much for a drink?" "Meh," Louie shrugged. Lena grabbed the pitcher of lemonade and poured herself some of the drink into the cup. When she finished pouring, she put the pitcher down and went to drink it. Louie put his hand out. "Ten bucks." Lena rolled her eyes as she took out two five dollar bills to give to him. Louie smiled and put the money in his hoodie pocket. Lena then took a drink of the lemonade. Webby grabbed a couple of chairs and put them down next to him. She sat down in the chair closest to him. Lena decided to sit down as well. Louie put his legs on the stand, crossed his legs, and laid himself on Webby's shoulder. She put her arm around Louie and her other hand went into Lena's free, open hand. Webby kissed Louie's cheek. "Ewww kisses!" Louie teased, playfully pushing Webby away. That only made her go to kiss him even more. Lena tried to hold in her laughter while Louie, on the other hand, burst out laughing. He tried to remove Webby's arm, but his attempts were futile. Webby kept him trapped as she kissed him more and more. No matter how hard Louie tried, he couldn't get away from her and her kisses. Lena put her free hand on Webby's head and messed her hair up. Webby let go of Louie's body, but she held onto his hand. She then turned around, and kissed Lena on the beak. It caught her off by surprise, but Lena kissed her back. The small duckling removed her beak from Lena and went to kiss Louie again, but the hooded duck placed his finger on her lips, stopping her from getting closer. "Okay Webs, you don't need to overdo it." He said smiling. Webby nervously laughed. "Okay, sorry." "You two ladies wanna help?" "Yeah! I'd love to help!" Webby exclaimed, excited to help. "But we're changing the price first, it's a bit much just for a drink." "Nope, I'm gonna raise it up." "Lower it!" "Raise it up." "Lower it!" "I'm. Raising it. Up." "We're. Lowering it." "How about you both cut it out? I already changed it." Lena said, twirling a black marker with her fingers. "Wait what?" Webby and Louie said in unison. Louie grabbed the price sign and saw the original price crossed out and replaced with five bucks instead. Knowing both Lena and Webby were just going to keep it like that, he placed it back down and laid back sighing. There wasn't much he could do against them at that point, might as well keep it at five bucks. Webby sat there impatiently, constantly moving her body whether it'd be bouncing or swaying her body left and right. Louie and Lena sat still, looking around to see if anybody comes around. A dog walked down the sidewalk, minding his own business. Webby gasped loudly in excitement, poured a cup of lemonade, and went over to the potential customer. Louie and Lena followed her. She appeared in front of the person, frightening him some. "Hello good sir! Would you like some lemonade?" Webby smiled. "Oh, sure!" He said, going from startled to calm. "How much would it be?" "Just fi-" "Ten bucks." Louie interrupted. "Louie, we changed the price already. It's no longer ten bucks." "Well I didn't say the price could be changed." "Lena changed it anyways!" "And? It's my lemonade stand!" The dog only stared at the two ducklings bicker, getting ready to back away. Lena grabbed the cup from Webby's hand while they argued and gave it to the customer. "It's just five bucks, sir." Lena said. He gave her the money and took the drink. "Thank you." He said before walking away. "Guys, you can stop arguing now. I already sold the drink." She said, showing the five dollar bill. Louie grabbed it and looked at it, only for a frown to show up on his face. "Aw come on, you couldn't get more money from the guy?" "It's five dollars now, period end of story." Lena said. Webby smiled. "Thank you for the help!" She kissed her cheek. Louie only rolled his eyes and walked back to the lemonade stand. All three waited for more people to come by. After a while, a couple of people came by, one asking for just one cup and the other asking for two cups. They paid, Louie, Webby, and Lena gave them their drinks, and the two went on their way. Louie laid his head onto Webby's shoulder again, kicking his legs up onto the stand and letting them rest on there. Lena looked up to the sky, that of which was becoming yellow, blue, and purple, signaling that it was getting late. The teen duck then grabbed a cup and went to pour herself some lemonade once more. Louie had his arm out, causing Lena to look at him. She frowned and looked at him with her eyelids a tad lower than it normally would be, furrowing her eyebrows. The hooded duck had a sly look on his face, waiting for some dollar bills to be planted onto his hand. "Louie, I'm not going to hand you five more bucks." "Well I can't let you drink for free." "We're only going to have the same amount of money whether I paid or not." "Maybe for all of us combined, but it's more money for me." Louie chuckled. An idea popped into her head, causing her to smile mischievously and her eyebrows went up. She poured the drink into the cup nearly to the top. She placed the pitcher down and looked at Louie, who had a shiver go down his spine. He couldn't figure out why that happened, there was no reason for him to shiver. "Y'know, Louie," Lena began, "you look like you could have a drink yourself!" She tossed the drink onto Louie, who tried to dodge it but failed to avoid it. He closed his eyes shut as the lemonade hit his face. Louie pulled his arms into the hoodie, having one hand push onto it to make it where it couldn't touch his body and the other hand wipe the lemonade from his eyes so he can see. Lena laughed the whole time while Webby only gasped seeing Lena did that. She looked at her furiously. "Lena, I can't believe you did that! You can't do that with Louie!" Webby grabbed some napkins to help Louie out. "Or what, Pink, is he gonna turn yellow?" She kept laughing as she looked at her. "Lena, this is serious!" Louie snapped, then he started grumbling. "Damn it, now I need to get another hoodie..." Without thinking, Louie took his hoodie off after grumbling that, threw it, and hid his arms under his shirt as much as possible. Webby caught the hoodie he took off, staring at him with worry. Lena looked at Louie when he took his hoodie off, but stopped laughing when she saw his arms. She couldn't look at the entirety of his arms before he hid them almost completely. The most she could see now was the upper part of his arms, seeing parts of some scars and the entirety of a few small ones. Lena couldn't take her eyes off of the scars. She bit her lip and the ending parts of her eyebrows drooped down. "Are you okay, Louie?" Webby asked. "Yeah, I'm fine..." He answered quietly but audibly. Lena grabbed a napkin and wiped the lemonade that dripped down Louie's arm. Both Louie and Webby looked at Lena, eyes widened and their eyebrows raised up seeing her wiping the lemonade off. "...Greenie, I'm sorry about that. I... Didn't know." Lena said, still not looking at him in the face. "I just thought it would be a good joke, y'know just laugh it off after the fact." Louie pulled a bit of his arm out and patted Lena's, which caused her to look at him in the face. "It's fine. I don't expect you to know I had those, or that..." Louie stopped himself from saying anything else any further. Lena would ask, but she didn't want to make him speak if he didn't want to, so she left it be. After wiping his arm, she wiped his chest off as much as she could and then she had her hand near his face. "Do you want me to get your face, or do you got that?" "Nah, thanks though." He said, taking the napkin from her hand. "I got it!" Webby exclaimed. She then licked the lemonade off of Louie's cheek, who immediately had goosebumps show up on his body. "Webby what are you doing? Okay stop!" He said pushing her away, giggling some. "I love you, but oh my God don't do that again!" "That was weird, even for you, Pink." Lena snorted, trying not to laugh. Webby only laughed, having a big smile on her face, one that went from ear to ear. Seeing her be happy only made Louie and Lena smile. They always loved seeing her happy, even more so hearing her laughter. Her laughter was so contagious, as it made them want to laugh with her. They wouldn't dare trade her for the world, she was too sweet and precious for that. Webby's laughter died down, and she finally wiped the rest of the lemonade off of Louie's face. "Come on, we gotta get you a clean hoodie to put on." Webby said, grabbing the plastic cups and pitcher. "Yeah, it's getting late anyways so..." "Today wasn't as great as I thought it would be, only getting thirty bucks, but eh it ain't as bad." "We can always get more tomorrow, Greenie." Louie looked at her blankly. "You don't have to keep calling me that, you know." "Either that or I could call you Llewellyn." Lena replied, smirking. His mouth dropped open. "How did...?!" "Louie, Lena, let's just go inside." Webby said, walking up to the mansion. Lena and Louie looked at her then at each other and then back at her. They then followed her up to the mansion. Lena stayed close to Louie as they went to the mansion and inside.

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Fandom: Ocean's 8 (2018) Rating: General Audiences Relationships: Lou Miller/Debbie Ocean Characters: Debbie Ocean, Lou Miller Additional Tags: Pre-Canon, Pre-Relationship, Drinking & Talking, post-heist celebrations, they even say the p word, Partners in Crime

Summary: “So, tell me. Lou… what's that short for?” “Actually, it’s short for Lou,” the blonde replies. Somehow, she sounds both serious and teasing at once and Debbie is confused which way she means it. “Aww, come on, tell me... Please?” Debbie gives her her best puppy eyes, but Lou only glances over and grins, amused and the slightest bit endeared. “What’s Debbie short for, then?” “Oh no, I asked first!” “Then you'll never find out, baby.”

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Chapters: 6/6 Fandom: Ocean's 8 (2018) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Lou Miller/Debbie Ocean Characters: Lou Miller (Ocean's), Debbie Ocean, Tammy (Ocean's), Amita (Ocean's), Daphne Kluger, Rose Weil, Constance (Ocean's), Nine Ball (Ocean's), Claude Becker Additional Tags: 5+1 Things, 5+1, loosely follows the movie, Fluff and Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst, Fluff, Kissing, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Breaking Up & Making Up, Pre-Canon, Post-Canon, Arguing, Angry Kissing, Hickeys, Making Out, what are we conversations, Developing Relationship, theres a lot of dialogue, Vaguely Linear Narrative, Vignettes, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Marriage Proposal Series: Part 2 of camp nano april 2020 Summary:

five times lou and debbie kissed in secret and the one time everybody knew

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I cherish these times when it is just you and me.“-Turaco

Louie waited on the plane for what felt like forever, which concerned him because that wasn’t what Huey promised. He had said that he’d barely be alone for a second, that mom and Hazel and Lucy would be out before he knew it, and then so would the others once they made their escape. And he knew he wasn’t going crazy because he watched the clock, and actual hours passed by. 

That was bad. 

That was very bad. 

Eventually, he realized it was undeniable that his family was in big trouble and that meant he was going to have to go save them, no matter how hard he tried to deny it at first. He was going to have to break in, and rescue everyone. But first, he had to come up with a plan. 

He crept over to the window and noticed that there were two robot guards stationed at the door but they appeared to be at rest since their eyes weren’t lit and they didn’t seem on edge. He looked at the door and noticed it needed a key, which the robots had. 

Step one would be to take out the robots and take the key to begin sneaking around the facility. 

He then went back to the bag of Webby’s gear he had brought from the house. Leftover was a gun of sorts, a taser, walkie talkies, a file, and some handcuffs. He then put on another hoodie that was lying around (since Dewey had taken his own favorite hoodie, he thought it was fair to take one that was just lying around) and, figuring he could use all of them, he stuffed them into the hoodie’s pocket. He also put on some shades to hide his face. 

Step two would be to free Webby, his brothers, and his mom so they could all search for the kids together and take down Turaco if (more like when she found out they escaped), 

Step three would then be to run off to the plane and fly probably to a hospital depending on how much everyone had got hurt by then.

Hopefully, there’d be no need for step four. 

Louie closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He was good at planning, that was his whole thing, but he still couldn’t help but feel nervous, but he knew the more he delayed the more time Turaco had to torture those he loved with the same techniques she had done to him, and even though he was scared, he wasn’t going to let her hurt his family like that. 

He took another breath in and out and opened the plane’s hatch. As he expected, the robots twitched to life and began walking toward the plane. They rolled in and began to inspect the place when Louie shot both of them with the Webby’s apparently laser gun several, several times (he wasn’t a good shot) until they were as dead as could be. 

“Well that was easier than expected,” He nodded and took the card off of the smoking robot. He left the plane, putting the hatch up again. He put his hood on and scanned himself into the building. 

To his surprise, and honest confusion as to why, there were signs everywhere that pointed out every room in the building. Figuring that was likely his best shot, he followed the signs that pointed to the prison, checking every corner for guards, but it seemed they were all gone. 

That wasn’t a good sign either, but he elected to ignore the nervous feeling and just stick to his plan. 

However, he was making his way around a corner, before he noticed almost all the guards were all filing into a room. He ducked back to make sure he wasn’t noticed. He looked behind him cautiously when he heard Dewey shouting something at the robots until he was cut off by the door slamming shut. 

Shit. 

He tried to think of some way he could try and rescue his brother, but he knew he was just some dumbass pretending to be a spy and that he’d quickly be overpowered and Turaco would realize she had the wrong guy and would probably kill him, which he didn’t want. 

Instead, he kept onward towards the cell, apologizing a million times for abandoning Dewey but knowing he had to keep going. 

Finally, he made his way into the prison, which was a lot larger than he originally thought, since when he entered most were empty. He wandered through the maze of empty cells before he stumbled on-

“D-daddy..?” Lucy head perked up at the sight of him entering the hall. She shook Hazel, who was asleep on the ground next to her until she gathered enough strength to lift her head. 

“Lucy!” Louie threw caution to the wind and ran down to their cell. 

“U-uncle Louie? I-is that you?” Hazel asked, sitting up. He nodded, tears beginning to well up in his eyes, but he fought them to try to remain focused. 

“I’m gonna get you two out of here. Stand back, I’m going to shoot the door open,” he ordered. Lucy nodded and dragged Hazel away from the door (something bad had clearly happened to her, but he didn’t know what yet). he pointed the laser gun, and the lock fell apart and the cell door flew open. Louie ran in and gave Lucy the tightest hug he could muster. 

“I-i missed you s-s-so mu-much,” she sobbed.

“I missed you too pumpkin,” He kissed her head. “But we don’t have much time. We need to find mom, your uncles, and your grandma. Hazel, do you have any idea where they are?” he asked. 

“N-no, Dad can’t be here. I-it’s a trap, if he’s here then sh-she’s gonna kill him,” Hazel shook her head. 

“Hazel, it’s gonna be okay. We’re going to find him and then get out of here, okay? I promise, I won’t let anything bad happen to him,” Louie promised. 

“...I can’t go with you... I’m pretty sure my ankle is broken,” She sniffled. “A-and I feel really dizzy... I’m pretty sure I have a concussion s-since I hit my head eariler...”

Shit. 

“...are you okay with me leaving you here? I need to find the others, once we get your dad and Webs and grandma, it’ll be okay. They’ll be right here,” Louie asked. 

“O-okay... but take Lucy with you. I-i can’t protect her like this...” she said. 

“You’re doing great, just hang in there,” Louie bit his lower lip before picking up Lucy and running off to go find the others. It was quite a number of twists and turns before he was able to find them. 

“Louie!” Della shouted and waved for him. 

“Lucy!!!” Webby jumped up from the ground. A robot-guard sprung to life but Louie shot it several times until it was lifeless. He then went to each cells lock and shot them open; first was Della, then Huey, then Webby. Webby ran out fo the cell and Louie set Lucy on the ground and Webby hugged her daughter as tight as possible (which was tighter than Louie had). 

“Do you know where Hazel is?” Huey asked, noticing she wasn’t there. 

“Two lefts, one right, then another left. Her ankles broken, so she couldn’t follow me. You and Mom should go for her,” Louie instructed, handing Huey a walkie talkie. Huey took it and they ran off. 

“Looks like it’s just you and me to save Dewey,” Louie said. 

“You know where he is?” Webby asked, picking Lucy up as Lucy then nuzzled her head on her mother’s shoulder. 

“Yep. Do you know why he was taken? And what happened to the original plan?” Louie asked as they began to run. 

“What can I say? Turaco plays dirty, and they took my gear” Webby shrugged. They turned a corner and he shot down more guards as they made their way to Dewey. 

“We should’ve given Lucy to Huey,” Webby face palmed internally as they ran.

“Too late now. She’ll be fine, We’ll just... leave her outside,” Louie realized his mistake too, but he was right: there wasn’t anything they could do about it now. They made one stop to pick up Webby’s crossbow that she had arrived with (how she managed to fit it in her pockets still baffled him) and they continued on their way to find Dewey and save him. 

 After quite the number of twists and turns, they were right outside the room, and after Webby set Lucy down and she went behind Louie, Louie had to stop Webby from just bursting in a frick ton of robots and Turaco of all people. 

“You do know there’s like... a frick ton of guards in there, right?” Louie asked. 

“No, but I got this,” she cracked her knuckles. 

“Webs-”

“Lou, I got this. I practically tore up those things apart with my bare fists the first time,” Webby said. 

“And you’re sure you won’t need my help?” Louie raised an eyebrow. 

“Yes, now go to the plane. I got my crossbow. I can handle this,” she kissed his cheek. 

“Fine, but take this too,” Louie handed her the laser gun. Webby and Louie shared a real kiss and Webby then burst the door open and began to do her thing. Louie then began to run back out, Lucy running beside him (she was quite the runner) when he heard a guard behind him so he took Lucy’s hand and they ran into a dark room and waited for it to pass. However, a single light turned on and Louie ordered for Lucy to look for cover and she hid under a desk when a familiar laugh sent chills down his spine. 

“Well well well... if it isn’t my favorite pretty boy.”

Turaco. 

 “I was wondering when you’d show up. I  cherish these times when it’s just you and me. Your brothers were really convinced they had me tricked when they tried to swap you with that arrogant loudmouth,” She said, walking towards him. He found himself backing up involuntarily until he hit the desk Lucy was hiding under and couldn’t move back. 

“it’s funny how your cowardice hasn’t changed a bit after all these years. It’s truly pathetic,” She pulled out a knife and lunged at him when suddenly, Lucy jumped off the wall, doing a backflip and was now holding Turaco in a chokehold. 

“No one messes with my daddy!” she was actually succeeding at choking her. Louie was filled with pride and fear all at the same time. However, Turaco began to start fighting back and she eventually flung Lucy to the ground and there was a loud crack followed by Lucy yelping in pain, which filled Louie with rage so he pulled out the taser and held it to her neck for five seconds, which caused her to fall to the ground, and lose all control of her muscles. He then handcuffed her, and then ran over to Lucy. 

“Lucy, that was- I just- nevermind. What hurts?” Louie figured now was not the time for a scolding. 

“M-my a-arm,” She said between sobs. Louie nodded and picked her up as carefully as he could and proceeded to run out of there. 

“Louie- Turaco wasn’t in th- what happened to Lucy?! I left her for ten seconds?!” Webby ran out, tailed by Dewey who had his hands on his hips. 

“She found us first. Broke her arm,” Louie explained. 

“Where is she?” Webby’s face filled with rage. 

“In there. I handcuffed and tased her,” he said. 

“You head to the plane, I’ll call it in,” Webby gave Louie back the laser gun, and nodded at the both of them, and Louie and Dewey ran back to the plane, shooting down whatever guards tried to get in their way. 

Finally, Louie made it to the plane where Della and Huey were waiting for him when he noticed Dewey wasn’t with him.

“Dewey!” he called out, handing Lucy off to Della to be taken care of. Dewey was holding his side and trying to walk as fast as he could before he collapsed to his knees. Louie dashed to his brother. 

“Dewey, what’s wrong?” he asked. 

“She really, really wanted you dead man,” Dewey coughed and revealed his hand that was covering his side. 

It was absolutely covered in blood. 

Shit. 

“C’mon, you got this bro,” Louie swallowed his internal panic yet again (probably for the millionth time in the last 48 hours) and took his brother’s arm and helped him hobble over to the plane, and then to the medical wing. 

“Dewey, what happened???” Huey gasped upon seeing Dewey and how blood-soaked the hoodie he was wearing became. 

“We need to go and we need to go now,” Louie looked to Della, who nodded and went to go prepare for take-off. Of course, Webby made it shortly thereafter and they took off before they knew it. 

“D-dad..?” Hazel croaked from the other cot. 

“Hazel, hang in there, we’ll be at the hospital in no time,” Huey focused back on his daughter. 

“I-i feel tired,” Hazel began to succumb to the drowsiness that had been slowly consuming her. 

It was then Louie remembered she had a concussion and passing out meant something was majorly wrong.

“H-hey, Hazel, no. You need to stay awake, y-you have to,” Huey began to panic, trying to think of something, anything he could do to help, but before he knew it, Hazel passed out, cold. 

As if they didn’t have a reason to rush before, they sure as hell did now. 

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