#young loubbie

[sapphicforsarahh]

Hello!!!

Request here

Young Loubbie is afraid to come out to Tammy, and when they do she says she already knew

Ofc!!

Thank you for the request also!

Coming Out

Ship: Lou Miller x Debbie Ocean

Word count: 530+

Warnings: None

“What if she doesn’t accept us,” Debbie sighed, lying back against the couch with her hands on her head. “Honey, if shes okay knowing criminals, I’m pretty sure that she’ll be okay with knowing a few gay people too. Plus, you know Tam, she’d be ecstatic that we’ve told her,” Lou tries to reassure her, sitting down next to her and holding her hand. “Okay maybe,” Debbie doesn’t seem convinced. “I’m nervous too Debs, but all we have to do is try to keep calm about it, stress isn’t going to make anything better,” Lou kisses her head before standing up to make a drink.

“Where the hell is she, I told her to be here 15 minutes ago,” Debbie huffed, getting restless. “I’m sure that she’s just stuck in traf-,” Lou is cut off by the door opening and Tammy standing in it. “I’m so sorry! The traffic was horrendous,” Tammy’s announced. Lou looked at Debbie and mouthed, “I told you”.

“Hey Tam!” Lou says back. “Want a drink?” Lou goes to grab another glass out the cupboard. “Not for me, but thanks Lou,” Tammy sits down, next to Debbie. She can see shes quieter than usual. “You okay?” She asks, making sure Lou doesn’t hear. “Yeah great,” she says unconvincingly. “Hmm okay,” she lets it go and gives Debbie a quick side hug. Lou sits down with her drink and places it down. “So, Debs and I invited you over to talk about something,” Lou begins. “You’re not planning another heist are you,” Tammy sighs, beginning to stress already. “God no, I’ve barely started planning,” Debbie smirks and lets Lou continue.

“So we’ve been worried to tell you this, because we don’t know your reaction, but Debbie and I, we’re together,” Lou finally tells Tammy. “Oh guys thats great! I did already know though,” she smiles at both of them. A “what?” comes out of both of them before looking at eachother confused. “Well, you haven’t really been secret about it. Me and Amita have conspired as to what’s going on between you two.”

“How did you know,” Lou asks, genuinely curious as to how she knew. “Seriously? The lingering touches, cute smiles at eachother, cuddling ALL the time, and the eyes,” Tammy finishes. “What ‘eyes’?” Debbie asked, confused. “You know, THE eyes,” Tammy tries to explain. Debbie shakes her head still not knowing, Lou is sitting back and watching the whole thing happen. “The.. bedroom eyes,” she says in quietly, as if embarrassed. “Oh, that makes sense,” Lou adds, saving Tammy. “Yeah it’s you usually giving them,” Tammy adds. “Wha- I do nothing Tam,” Lou gets defensive, knowing Tammy’s right. Tammy laughs and gets up, “I’m quickly going to the bathroom, don’t be banging whilst I’m gone.” “I’ll try,” Debbie inputs.

“Baby, come over here,” Debbie suggests, tapping the spot next to her. Lou quickly moves over and falls into a cuddle with her. “Are you glad we told her?” Lou asked. “Very, even though she already knew,” Debbie laughed. “I don’t know what ‘eyes’ shes even talking about,” Lou acts innocent. “I think you know fine well Lou Miller,” Debbie kisses the top of Lou’s head and smiles.

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[blackacre13]

Have you read The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo? can you make a loubbie verison please?

This book had me bawling and singing its praises, so this is an HONOR❤️✨ I will never do TJR’s novel Justice, but here is a poor attempt:

There had been a lot of press about me over the years. Scandalous headlines. Award nominations. Rumors. Pity parades. But no one truly knew my story. No one truly knew who Deborah Ocean was. Because well, Debbie Ocean wasn’t real. She was really Devorah Mayim. But I didn’t want to be restricted to a culture or a religion or a family or a background. I wanted to be famous. And I wanted to be famous for being me.

It was inappropriate and a bit rash I’m sure to go about an interview knowing I was going to give a story that was anything but what the magazine was looking for, but even if the magazine was mad, I was going to change this reporter’s damn life. Not that auctioning my gowns to raise money for cancer wasn’t a worthy cause. It was. Most certainly so. After all, cancer had taken my reason for living away not once. But twice. But it was no story. My life. That was the story.

The young girl seems intimidated. And hell, most people would be. But I’m not most people. She has no idea that I’m about to change her life. And she hasn’t the faintest clue that she will be the first human in the world to truly learn the story of Debbie Ocean, starlet and celebrity turned recluse.

It’s easy enough to begin. The smaller parts of my story are the ones that don’t affect me so. They don’t matter as much. They helped shape who I am, of course, but they don’t weigh as heavy on or torture my soul. They’re just artifacts.

My first husband is like that. Linus Caldwell. He was nice enough. A baby face. A boring but stable job. Chivalrous. He knew he was getting more than he bargained for in more ways than one. But he had enough income that he could help me run. And that’s what was important to me at the time.

Dennis Mayim was the devil. He was volatile. He abused my mother. He abused me. And I vowed every night that I would make my way out of Hell’s Kitchen and flee the city for a life that was better. Different.

I was upfront with Linus about this. We had our fun, and I showed him plenty of it, but he was my escape hatch. My safety valve. He wasn’t the love of my life. And that made it easier than ever for me to walk away.

Linus told me he always knew I’d leave him for another man, and that was true. But it wasn’t for love. It was for fame. And I’d never been dishonest about my goals. Robert Ryan, or Rusty, as the industry knew him, was an up and coming producer at Sunset Studios and we became fast friends. He wanted to produce films with stars and I wanted to be a star. He told me I had what it takes.

Linus was done. And Devorah was good as dead. I didn’t want my father trying to convince anyone he was owed any of my money anyway.

Claude was Rusty’s idea. Having a beau on my arm who was already a famous actor would only boost my star and help me on the road to fame. And I won’t lie, he was good…in the kitchen. What started as a publicity stunt turned into something real. It happened when you spent as much time together as we did. We had a lavish wedding. It was a gorgeous affair. A steamy honeymoon. And a Heaven of a homecoming. On camera at least. Hollywood doesn’t pay much attention to what truly happens behind closed doors. Especially when they can’t see the bruises or hear the yelling.

With a scotch in hand and a cigar in his mouth as he cursed at me, I realized my mistake. I’d married my father. I’d been blinded by the potential for fame and success. I hadn’t seen the yield signs.

But beauty is pain. And he was only taking it out on me because I was having an affect on his career as well. Who cares about Claude Becker when he was being outshone by his stunning, glamorous wife, Debbie Ocean? Not enough people for Claude’s liking.

It’s a relief when I am offered a different sort of role. I’ve done the sex. I’ve done the romance. I am tired of playing second fiddle and arm candy to Claude on film and in life. Josephine March was a role that would change all of that. Jo was serious. Aspirational. A writer. A leader. An inspiration to her sisters. It was going to put me on a pedestal and let me be seen in a whole different light. I was ecstatic.

The trouble, you see, was something else entirely. There are four March sisters. Amy is a nuisance. Meg is kind but dull. But Beth? Poor, sweet Beth, who falls ill and is taken from the world too soon? She could steal the show. And worse, she could steal the academy award.

I didn’t know anything about Louise Miller except that she was beautiful and talented. Younger than me. Bolder than me. And that bitch was going to steal my Oscar.

I didn’t know anything about Louise Miller except that she was beautiful and talented. Younger than me. Bolder than me. And that bitch was going to steal my Oscar.

[thequeerlibrarian]

Tagged by @pjm-1 to share six songs I've been loving lately <3

Tagging @rollingthunderpouringrain @0oolookitsme @astaneys @loubbies @fonkeloog @herefortheharrys @haveyoueverwondered @princessconsuelapark <3

[harrysmaison]

ONE LINE, ANY FIC

Rule: Pick any 10 of your fics, scroll somewhere to the mid point, pick a line, and share it! Then tag 10 people.

(some of these are wips. Bc i don't have 10 fics out yet)

I was tagged by @loubbies and @larrysballetslippers . Thanks lovelies.

1. The reincarnation fic (wip)

Green erupted his vision, bright and opaque and present, looking back at him with concern and mild excitement shining like little dew drops on fresh wetland grass.

2. 19th century fic (wip)

In fact, he was amused and dare he say, a little endeared by this carefree looking young man and his unbridled rambling.

3. Christmas au

He dreams of blue eyes looking nearly olive under golden lights and warm feet against his.

4. Vampire Harry fic (wip)

He shoots Harry a grateful smile –which the vampire returns with a loving one of his own– before looking at Niall apologetically

5. Gender fic

Louis feels his heart tug when he realises that tonight will be the same as every other night.

6. Broken elbow fic

Louis should literally be crying with gratitude right now, because Harry didn’t let himself freak out over that news.

7. Boyfriends au (wip)

“Your tea is magic, Lou,” Harry tells him then, eyes still closed but the smile on his face is back and bigger than before, his little dimple popping out.

8. Spiderman louis au (wip)

There was one thing he never wanted to feel, he'd told Louis, and that one thing was hopelessness.

9. uni au (wip)

The last thing he saw was the wetness shining in Harry’s eyes, glimmering under the flash of lightning, the sad tilt of his mouth and the flush of his cheeks, before Louis slammed the door to his face.

10. (This is an abandoned fic but i don't have any more wips rn 😭)

And if an infinitesimally small tear escapes his eye while he has his head stuffed in the softest pillow of his bed, it's not like anyone's ever gonna know or care about that.

Tagging (if you've done it already, ignore!) @thedevilinmybrain @cowboylarries @halohamilton @allwaswell16 @brightgolden @itsnotreal @pocketsunshineharry @agape-28 @dragmedown @thosefookinvacados

[visualarchive-mirandy]

Mirandy visual archive is getting started!

I had to move it from Ao3 to here because apparently it didn't comply with Ao3 guidelines, so I guess now we hope tumblr won't die anytime soon haha

For art from other websites I'm showing a quick preview and then the link, and the full art behind readmore, I hope everyone will be happy with that so it's still saved on here in case old links to other sites stop working but so it isn't mean reposting, I really don't want to steal from anyone I just want the fandom to be more easily accessible for everyone. If you don't want your external art featured just ask/message!

All the kiss manips I had already collected on Ao3 have been posted!

Other tags I'm already using are

Fluff, angst, established, getting together, flirting, first time, glam, lemon, kiss, lip kiss, cheek kiss, air kiss, hug, cuddling, bed, domestic, wedding, proposal, family, pre-canon, canon, post-canon, AU, Andrea, long hair Andy, short hair Andy, Miranda, young Miranda, family, Cassidy and Caroline, Nigel, Emily

In combination with

Art, comic, manip, photo story, gif, meme, icons, movie still, other media

(so fluff + art: visualarchive-mirandy.tumblr.com/tagged/fluff%20art)

I'm also starting @visualarchive-loubbie-heistwives and @visualarchive-fleurmione again and some other ships soon but mirandy is my favourite so this is the start!

If you want to help mod for any of them or for a different ship I haven't started yet send an ask! Mirandy is the main blog so I wont give the login data to just anyone but you can also send me art I haven't reblogged yet, yours and others!

[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.

[sapphicforsarahh]

Loubbie Masterlist

* - Smut

Staying Sober - Debbie helps Lou to stay sober after a rough time

Coming out - Young Loubbie come out to Tammy

Interrupted* - Loubbie get walked in by the girls

News Neighbors - Tattooist!Lou x Baker!Debbie AU

[blackacre13]

Hello again!

Can you do one where Lou surprises Deb on the roof for a date turned stargazing. Lou cuddled Debbie up cause she knows how stressed she is abt the job, and they end up sleeping on the roof with Deb on top of Lou who's smitten by her brunette beauty.

x.

“Have you seen Lou?” Debbie exhaled, pinching the bridge of her nose in frustration before realizing she was acting exactly like her brother and shuddered at the thought.

“I’ve been trying to keep these heathens from destroying her place,” Tammy sighed. “So no.”

“Bike’s still here, boss,” Nine called our helpfully, before returning her laser focus to the laptop screen in front of her.

“Not like she literally has a club downstairs she can disappear to,” Debbie grumbled, rubbing at her eyes. She was stressed. And exhausted. And she really didn’t have time for Lou to disappear right now. Not with the heist so close.

She needed Lou near her. Because Lou could sense when something was wrong. When something was too hard. Not that anything was ever going to go wrong or be too hard. She was Debbie Ocean, damnit. And had a point to prove. Millions of them, to be precise.

The brunette grumbled as she headed down to the club, receiving a shrug and a head shake from April before she could even ask the question of where her boss was. The pounding music was making Debbie’s heart race and the flashing lights made her want to hurl. Everything was too much. Too overwhelming. She couldn’t breathe.

Tammy didn’t know where Lou was. None of the girls even seemed to care that she hadn’t seen the blonde in hours.

Debbie stormed back up into the adjoining loft, cursing under her breath as she prepared to fling herself on Lou’s bed feeling sorry for herself, but her chest was too tight and she found herself looking up at the aged sign from the loft’s entertainment days: Roof Access.

Her heart warned for a second, thinking of the times Lou and she has broken into the local college’s observatory or sat in the bed of Lou’s truck or climbed onto Debbie’s roof of the Ocean household. Always before a big exam or a job or a change. Even before prison. They had sat in swings in the park, barely able to look at each other as Debbie furiously blinked away tears and tried to keep her focus on the sky instead.

“I’ll wait for you,” Lou had promised the stars.

“I love you, Debs,” she had murmured into the dark, Debbie’s heart beating wildly as she merely sniffed in response, leaving the swing swaying wildly in the wind, knowing Lou was looking up at the sky, afraid to take a final glimpse of her.

“Well, it’s about time, Ocean,” a smooth voice drawled as Debbie lifted the emergency latch up, climbing up the ladder, regretting her shoes for one of a hundred times in their relationship endeavors. “Thought you were gonna flake on me.”

“I never received a formal invite or anything,” Debbie smirked, letting her face fall into a smile as she felt her chest slow, her stomach filling with warmth and flutters as her eyes locked with Lou’s.

“Come on, you know I only disappear for good reason,” Lou winked.

It was true. That made one of them at least. Debbie couldn’t say the same of herself. And she hated herself for it.

“I made dinner,” Lou continued, evidently knowing what Debbie was thinking and trying to distract her. “And dessert,” she grinned.

“This looks amazing, baby,” the brunette murmured, accepting Lou’s offered hand as she looked down at the little table, the smell of garlic herb steak and veggies rising into the air and a glorious bundle of chocolate covered strawberries to the side. Debbie giggled as she caught sight of the chilling champagne and gasped as she took in the air mattress covered in blankets and rose petals, looking between the blonde and the spread, Lou’s eyes only for her.

“I know how anxious you’ve been,” Lou whispered. “You have no idea how amazing you are. And we’re so close to the end.”

“The beginning,” Debbie smiled. “I’ll only toast to that.”

“Who’s soft now?” Lou chuckled, pulling Debbie in for a kiss.

“You can’t ask that after frolicking around with rose petals and champagne on the roof.”

“You don’t want to make out with me under the stars and drink champagne?” Lou scoffed, raising an eyebrow.

“Well, I never said that, did I?” Debbie grinned.

“Steak then snuggles?”

“Steak then snuggles,” Lou agreed. “Shotgun big spoon.”

[indiesoul96]

Prompts

Carol:

AU Older Therese x younger Carol

AU Carol/Harry Potter Crossover

Ocean’s 8:

AU ‘The Proposal’ crossover

AU Carol/Ocean’s 8 crossover - Lou x Therese

AU Lou and Debbie meet in rehab

AU Oceans 8/Harry Potter crossover - young loubbie

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So I kind of had this idea of putting the prompts I’ve received and those I’ve found here on tumblr in the same post, so as to make a list.

This is obviously a short one but if you want you can send me your prompts and I will add them to this shortcut list, so that if anyone’s interested in writing one them they can find some quick inspiration here!!! Also, I find super fun those chain-prompts in which one starts with a small intro and others continue the prompt.

I’ve noticed Tumblr has been a bit dead lately, and since we all enjoy wonderful fanfics, it’d be cool to let the inspiration and creativity flow 💙

[janetbrown711]

So uh- I created some ducktales ocs

The first three are Loubby children, the last is the daughter of Huey and a woman who didn’t stay

I blame @rllyjohnrlly and @squorkal for this honestly.

In order:

Selena Duck

Selena (or Lena Jr. According to Lena) is the oldest child of her family. She’s not the biggest fan of adventuring, and is the most disconnected sibling from her mother. Webby struggled with the commitment of being a mom in Selena’s youngest days, so she wasn’t around as much. This in turn means that Selena is incredibly close to her dad.

Personality:

Quiet

responsible

affable

obidient

observant

intelligent

fear of failing

Looks: flowy hair, a quiet look in her eye, always wearing her favorite dress.

Likes:

her friends

great uncle Donald

people giving her credit where credit is due

being the oldest sibiling

button ups

pink

her dad

Aunt Lena

drawing

Uncle Huey

Dislikes:

Uncle Dewey

sweaters

family road trips

hot dogs

being ignored

Favorite Sibling:

Neither

Favorite Parent:

Louie

Miles Duck

Miles is a momma's boy and is the most like Webby and Uncle Dewey. He's quite the wild child and wants to grow up to be just like his Uncle Dewey. Miles makes up for not getting as much attention when he was younger by trying to steal all of his mom’s attention now by being just like her and Uncle Dewey. 

Personality:

wild child

impulsive

confident

exuberant

quarrelsome 

slovenly

cocky

Looks: crazy curly hair, always has a band aid on him somewhere, and is always wearing blue.

Likes:

his pirate shirt

Uncle Dewey

band aids

his mom

attention

hot dogs

riding his bike

playing tag

blue

Dislikes:

helmets

uncle Huey

great uncle Donald

scraping his knee

insults

Favorite Sibling?

Lucilia. Selena won’t play with him

Favorite Parent?

Webby

Lucilia ‘Lucy’ Duck

Lucilia is the youngest child and has gotten the most consistent amount of attention throughout her life. She lives for it too. She likes to sing and dance, wear oversized shoes and bows,  carry fake purses and basically all sparkly things. She's adorable and knows it. She's a lot like her dad because she knows how to swindle for things she wants and is a definite daddy's girl

Personality:

adorable

polite

made for the stage

attention hog

optimistic

imaginative

Looks: strawberry blond-ish wavy hair (like her great grandma Hortense), is always wearing her signature big bow and giant cowboy boots

Likes:

pink

sparkles

purple

blue

green

bows

butterflies

attention

bargaining with her mom

gems

being cute

being told she’s cute

Dislikes:

everything her parents dislike (even if she doesn’t know what they even are)

dirt

bargaining with her dad

brown

spaghetti

being told she’s annoying

ponytails

Favorite sibling:

Selena

Favorite parent:

Both

Hazel Duck

Hazel is extremely smart and observant, though really really shy. She understood from a young age that it wasn't normal to not have a mom and sorta envies her cousins for having both, but Huey has informed her of his own childhood so she understands that its still okay to not have a mom. She loves camping and astronomy and is also a Junior Woodchuck. Huey even gave her his old book, which she cherishes.

Personality:

shy

introverted

politie

independant

nature lover

star gazer

Looks: a lot like her mom, though she’ll never really know that. Curly hair always kept in a ponytail, always wearing a large sweater with shorts and converse

Likes:

camping

star gazing

being a Junior Woodchuck

her dad

great uncle Donald

sweaters

pink and blue together

safety

the Junior Woodchuck Guidebook

being alone

reading

Dislikes:

her mom, who she’s never met

dry heat

dancing

being under prepared

having her hair down

talking to people she doesn’t know

being lonely

fries

ketchup

Favorite sibling:

she has none

Favorite parent:

Huey

[neuroweird]

prompt: young!loubbie’s first time. i always imagined it would be immediately after their first heist while riding their high

Lou’s Baby Blues on AO3, explicit.

It’s a rush, ultimately, and maybe the way Lou’s baby blue’s are so lit up with excitement that has Debbie turning her head when Lou comes in for another cheek-kiss. The result is an enthusiastic kiss right on her mouth, and a stiff panic when Lou realizes where her lips are. 

[sunsetcarnation264]

Another prompt done, “you’d better put that knife down” from this prompt list I found https://sunsetcarnation264.tumblr.com/post/177458653992/sad-otp-starters I really need to make happier stuff XD Too much angsty stuff from me at once, both drawing and writing wise even though I don’t post every art I’ve made that’s angst related. I suggest you take caution, though, as this contains stuff relating to self-harm. It doesn’t actually happen, but it’s very close to it happening and thought of doing it has been written. If it doesn’t make you feel uncomfortable in the slightest, go ahead and read it all you want under the cut or on FFN itself.

Title: Can You Pretend I’m Amazing? Summary: Louie sits there, ready to give himself another mark, but he contemplates on doing it once again. Luckily, his brothers and Webby are there for him. (Prompt fanfic. One-shot.) Rating: T Genre: Angst/Hurt/Comfort Series: DuckTales 2017 Pairing: Louie and Webby (Louebby/Loubby), mentions of HueDew (Huey and Dewey)  Trigger warnings: Self-harm.

Louie inhaled deeply and exhaled with his mouth.

He opened his eyes and looked down at the pocket knife in his left hand. He set the knife down right next to him. The young triplet took his hoodie off, putting it on the arm of the couch he was sitting on. He then looked at both of his arms.

A rubber band was on his right arm close to his wrist. It was one that Webby gave him a little after he told her about the scars. He had been using it a lot rather than actually cutting himself. It was very helpful for him, but as of lately it wasn't doing much for him. Not as much as it did before, at least, like the first few times around. He took it off of his arm and laid it down on his hoodie.

Louie turned his arms around to see the rest of them. Scars covered the entirety of his arms. All of them were from the little pocket knife he had. Some of them were light and very faint, those being the older ones, while others were deep and noticeable from a first glance, those being newer.

Other scars were in between, ones being not as fresh and deep, but definitely not as light either. Those were still fading away like the first ones he made on his arms. The newer scars, he wasn't sure if those were going to become faint scars. Most likely not, though, and they were something that he had to hide every day from almost everybody.

He looked over onto where he first cut himself. He remembered how scared he was at first having the knife so close to beneath his shoulder. It was supposed to be a one time thing, but little did he knew that it only went onto another one and another, spiraling into something he couldn't easily stop doing.

His fingertips went up to where the first knife wound used to be at. Not a single trace of it could be seen or felt. The scar had completely healed since then, as the cut luckily wasn't so deep. Of course, it was the first cut after all, it didn't always start out deep. He removed his fingers from that part of his arm and looked away from it.

He picked up the pocket knife once again. He looked at the blade. It was clean and clear enough for him to see his own reflection in it. The blade wasn't something he wanted to get dirty at any time, since it wouldn't be too good for the wounds. They would probably get infected faster than if he didn't clean them up right away.

Besides, it was better to keep it clean overall. It was kept sharp, too, since he did use it often before he got a rubber band to use. He touched the end of the knife, wanting to see how sharp it was now. He hadn't tested how it was in a few weeks, so now was a good time. He pulled his index finger away and looked at it.

No blood was on the tip of his finger. It seemed like it was still pretty sharp despite that though. Louie closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths like he did before. After those deep breaths, he opened his eyes as he put the knife very close to his arm. He was about to add another scar to the horrible, almost permanent display on his right arm, but he didn't.

He remembered how he promised Webby that he would try his best to stop cutting a while back. She tried what she could to help him, same with Huey and Dewey. He wanted to know if everything was enough, though. Maybe the rubber band just wasn't something that would work for him for too long. Different things worked for different people, after all.

Louie sighed, staring at his pocket knife. He noticed how his hand was shaking holding it. It was best to put the knife down now before he unintentionally cut himself. Though, then again, giving his arm only one more couldn't hurt too badly-

"Alright! I'll see you guys later!" Webby said.

Louie looked up immediately and saw Huey, Dewey, and Webby at the door. He started to breathe faster as his heartbeat pounded hard. He felt like he was frozen, like if he couldn't move at all. His palms and face became sweaty.

Webby was the first one to look at him. Her face went pale from what she saw. He knew for sure that she was looking at the knife in his hand. Huey and Dewey looked at her confused. They then turned around and saw what she was seeing. Huey covered his beak as his eyes widened while Dewey's beak opened slightly.

"Louie...?" Dewey spoke.

"I, uh..." Louie tried his best to speak, but he couldn't get anything out.

"You should probably put that knife down, Louie." Webby told him.

"Yeah, you definitely should. We just don't want you to get hurt in any way, shape, or form, Louie." Huey added.

Out of all three of them, Webby seemed to be the most worried. It was understandable as to why. Tears started forming in the youngest triplet's dark forest green eyes. He bit his lip, trying to hold them back. Sweat fell down to his beak, almost being able to taste it in his mouth.

Louie darted his eyes back and forth between the three of them. He sighed and looked away from them. His arm shook back and forth, making the knife come close to making contact with his body several times. He slowly moved the knife away from his arm despite the shaking. He set it down close to him.

Louie pulled his legs up to his chest, wrapping his arms around them. He laid his head on his knees sideways. His face twitched and quivered as he tried not to cry. Louie didn't want to look at his older brothers or his girlfriend. He didn't want to keep looking at their worried faces. He didn't want them to see how he was ready to cry.

Webby came into his view. Louie looked ahead of him instead. She walked right in front of him and bent down to one knee. She put her hands onto his shoulders, that of which made Louie jump. He almost shoved her hands from his shoulders, but he stopped himself right before he did. He didn't want to do that to her, even if it was out of trained instinct at this point.

Since she wasn't leaving his sight, Louie looked at her. From the corner of his eyes, he saw Dewey take the pocket knife away, but Louie didn't move his head or eyes to look at it fully. She put one of her hands onto his face and the youngest triplet leaned onto it. She caressed his cheek, ultimately soothing him. Louie held her wrist gently as he closed his eyes.

A tear came from his right eye. He took some deep breaths, inhaling with his nose and exhaling with his mouth. After a minute of deep breathing, he extended his legs out. He opened his eyes slightly, seeing Webby fill his vision once again. He silently, but noticeably gulped. Louie only mouthed 'I'm sorry' as he looked away from her.

"It's okay, Louie-"

"No, it's not, Webs. Nothing's okay, nothing at all. I'm not okay..."

Louie went to grab his hoodie to put it back on. When he laid his hand on it, Huey's hand went onto his, and Dewey's hand followed. Louie looked up at his brothers, both of which had reassuring smiles.

"And we're going to help you with that, Louie. You're not gonna do this alone." Dewey said.

Huey put his hand on Louie's shoulder. "Even if it takes years, we'll be here for you. We'll help you with whatever you're going through, no matter what it is."

Louie depressingly smiled at his eldest brother and nodded. While he had doubts on everything getting better for him, he had to remind himself it all took time. They had to remind him it took awhile sometimes. Habits couldn't be dropped with no problem, especially nothing that can be considered an addiction. Certain problems couldn't be magically gone in seconds, either, as much as he would like it at the moment.

His smile vanished as he took the hoodie off of the couch, putting it back on to hide the scars on his arms once again. Louie adjusted his sleeves to make sure none of his cuts were visible, not even the slightest bit. Just remembering there was a rubber band on the hoodie before he put it back on, Louie looked around for it.

Dewey gave him the rubber band back. "Looking for this?"

"Yeah. Thanks." Louie took it out of his hand and looked at it.

"You're welcome, Lou." Dewey gave him a quick hug.

"Oh, and we're keeping the pocket knife, by the way. We don't want you to cut yourself again or anything worse." Huey stated.

Louie looked at him. "Eh, that's fair."

Webby sat down next to Louie. The youngest triplet went to get up, but he was kept down to the couch. He looked down at his stomach to see Dewey's arm then at Dewey himself. Louie opened his mouth to speak.

Before he could, Dewey spoke first. "Don't go anywhere, bro, we're gonna be watching a movie together! C'mon, Hue, let's go get some snacks!"

He grabbed Huey's hand with their fingers intertwining. Dewey ran out of the room, practically dragging Huey out with him. As they went out, Huey closed the door as well as he could while going out of their bedroom. Louie watched them over the couch as the both of them left.

He then looked ahead of himself and put his hands in his hoodie. He laid his right leg upon his left as his left leg began shaking. He decided to pull out the phone that was in his hoodie and turned it on, looking at the screensaver picture.

It was a group picture that was cropped, although Huey's arm could still be seen in the photo. Louie had his hand on Webby's waist, keeping her close in the picture. Both of them were smiling, although what was shown were different kinds of smiles. Webby's smile was wholeheartedly genuine while Louie's was a mix between real and fake.

Nobody knew it was forced but himself.

He pressed onto the button on the bottom of the phone, sending him to the home screen. The wallpaper was different from the screensaver one, instead it was a picture of him and his brothers. It was taken when they used to be living on the houseboat. Even when they started living in the mansion, he hadn't updated the wallpaper. Maybe they should take a new picture sometime. If they even wanted to, anyways.

Webby rested her elbow on his shoulder. "Looking at your wallpaper, huh? Can I have that picture later?"

"Maybe, but get off of my shoulder, Webs." Louie said, playfully shoving her off. "My shoulder is not a place for your elbow to be at!"

They both laughed for a short amount of time.

"But are you doing okay, Lou?" She asked. He only raised an eyebrow. "You look upset, so I just wanna make sure you're fine and all."

His eyebrow dropped back down, and he looked away as he turned the phone off. Louie frowned, not wanting to say a word about it. He averted his vision over onto Webby without moving his head too much. She awaited for his answer, but not a single word wanted to fly out of his beak. No words at all about it.

Louie looked away, avoiding eye contact now. "It's... It's kinda silly, honestly. It's not something I need to worry about really." He forced a nervous laugh for a few seconds.

Webby put her hand on his shoulder. "I don't think it'd be silly, I mean... If you're worried about something, we're right here for you." She grabbed his right hand with both of her hands. "I'm right here for you. We'll reassure you that everything's alright."

"...Do you guys really care about me? Or am I just somebody you don't want in your company half the time?"

She grabbed his face and made him look at her. "Of course we care! You're their brother and you're my boyfriend! Why wouldn't we care about you?"

He only shrugged. "I dunno... Maybe because... I'm not that great?"

Her eyes widened hearing that. Her jaw dropped, seemingly speechless. He didn't know why she was surprised, because he really didn't think that greatly of himself. The next thing he knew, he was pulled right into a hug. It happened so fast he didn't realize it until afterwards.

"Louie, I don't know what you think of yourself entirely, but whatever it is, your thoughts are completely wrong. You're amazing Louie, all three of us think that. No, not think, we know that you're great!"

"But I'm-"

Before Louie could say anything more, she kissed him to essentially say 'not another word'. He closed his eyes and smiled as he kissed her back. They pulled away from one another seconds later. He looked at her then chuckled.

"I didn't realize kissing became a 'something to shut your lover up from going on about whatever' sort of thing. What, did you learn that from Dewey or somethin'?"

"Ha, I didn't. Does he actually do that?"

"He has done it once or twice before when Huey wouldn't shut up. Speaking of, how much you wanna bet that's probably why they're taking so long getting snacks right now?"

"Knowing how they are, it's likely." She chuckled.

The door opened, causing Louie to look over the couch to see who was coming in. Huey and Dewey came in with a few snacks and some soda. Louie snickered seeing them walk in.

"Speak of the devil," he started, "what took you two so long? Were you two lovebirds spending a few minutes kissing one another?" He teased, making a kissy face.

Dewey had a small smirk crawling onto his beak. Huey only rolled his eyes hearing the question.

"We weren't kissing downstairs, Louie. Someone could've came by, and I don't want to risk anybody finding out." Huey said with a tone of annoyance as he walked over to the couch. "We just got caught up in a little conversation, that's all."

Huey put the drinks down. Dewey followed him and sat down on the couch. He handed Louie one of the bags, who opened the chips right after he took it. He gave another bag of chips to Webby. After Huey put a movie in, he sat down next to Dewey.

Webby held Louie's hand as the movie started.

[ao3feed-heistwives]

by softjoycebyers

"My gift is my song and this one's for you."

Brought to you by the wild labyrinth of my mind.

As if Lou couldn't be more soft, she's also a bit of a prodigy who only plays music for one woman.

Words: 3361, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Ocean's 8 (2018)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F

Characters: Tammy (Ocean's), Constance (Ocean's), Nine Ball (Ocean's), Amita (Ocean's), Rose Weil, Daphne Kluger

Relationships: Lou Miller/Debbie Ocean

Additional Tags: baby Lou MIller makes an appearance, young loubbie, Lou plays piano, Found Family, Debbie is trying and Lou is soft about it, the gang really is all here

[waveypedia]

Aunt/Mom Selene AU

who’s ready for a flood of spear of selene content from me?? :D This was originally going to be an Aunt Selene AU, but then @donaldtheduckdad came up with the amazing idea of Selene being the triplets’ godly parent (she’s a goddess. It’s Greek mythology. I’m pretty sure there’s a demigod in Trials of Apollo with same-sex parents. It WORKS okay.) I already came up with a lot of these ideas yesterday but I had a bunch of stuff going on, but a lot of these would work for Mom Selene as well as Aunt Selene so just take it. Take it and let me immerse myself in godly parent/aunt headcanons. :P

So Selene somehow finds out Della died/disappeared and had kids who are living with Donald soon after, and she, being the parent/Della’s BFF just decides to kind of adopt the kids. She doesn’t take them away from Donald or anything, she just gives them a new parent.

She doesn’t have any adopting intentions the first time she comes around, but crap these kids are so cute and they need a mom in their life here I come

She doesn’t live at the houseboat, of course - she’s a goddess with her own family and homes all over Greece as well as Mount Olympus. But she comes by quite often. 

I like to think they have a weekly tradition of all eating dinner together, but Selene probably comes by more often on most weeks (provided she’s not dealing with some sort of godly emergency)

Selene is there to pick the kids up from school when Donald can’t, be a babysitter when Donald can’t find one (or, you know, she’s their auntie she’d be a good babysitter even when Donald can find one), and she’s always there on their birthdays and stuff

Donald doesn’t want Selene giving him money, he’s much too proud for that (it drives her nuts), but sometimes when he’s in a really tough spot she’ll bring dinner by and he’ll find a couple hundred dollars and maybe some Greek currency on the counter and he just can’t say no

It kills Selene that Donald won’t let her tell any stories of Della adventuring with Scrooge, but she does her best to tell them tamer tales that don’t involve Scrooge like Della crashing planes for fun

When Zeus finds out he’s really pissed off, especially if it’s Mom Selene, but Selene and the other gods (who’ve either fallen in love with or grown really annoyed by all the stories Selene tells of her adorable mortal triplet babies) won’t let him anywhere near them, and since they’ve cut ties with Scrooge he reluctantly stays away. When they reunite he’s really pissed, but somehow maintains self-control and waits until they crash on Ithaquack to let his rage out

Zeus is also really pissed since he keeps trying to get revenge by making the Sunchaser crash (since ya know planes are in the sky and that’s his domain), but Launchpad does that just fine without him 

Speaking of the other gods, Selene would totally invite them to meet the kids! Donald would be really pissed at first because she brought these all-powerful dangerous beings in to play with his babies but Selene gave them a strict lecture beforehand and everyone is fine. Mostly.

Ares still isn’t allowed in Donald’s house, though.

Poseidon and Athena visit most often. Poseidon was immediately taken with the family because they live on a houseboat and Donald was in the Navy. Donald is reluctant to kick out Poseidon because he could easily get angry and upturn their houseboat, but Poseidon is good with the kids

Athena visits mostly because of Huey, and because of her rivalry with Poseidon, but she loves all of the kids. She was a bit miffed when Huey asked about Thoth, the Egyptian god of knowledge, though. (But they pulled some strings and Huey got his visit.)

Hermes also visits a lot (he likes Louie), but he’s really busy. He feels a bit responsible though, because there are all these dark gods and entities attracted by Louie’s morally greyer side.

So basically, everyone in the family has a god. Poseidon for Donald, Athena for Huey, Selene for Dewey, and Hermes for Louie.

Scrooge gets Zeus

Also, Storkules! Since Selene found out, so would he. Selene visits more often then him, simply because she’s a goddess and has more flexibility, but more often than not he’s there for Friday family dinners

He’s also there when Donald’s not in a horrible mood, giving them time to strengthen their friendship

Donald is worried about letting Storkules babysit the kids at first, since he doesn’t know his own strength, but after one afternoon when he could find no one else (Selene, surprisingly, was busy), he realizes that all his concerns have been in vain and Storkules is amazing with kids

Selene tries to take the kids in her moon chariot.

Donald does not agree.

Dewey sneaks out anyway.

When the canon timeline rolls around, Storkules and Selene show up at the houseboat for their Friday family dinner to find it gone and freak

They’re running around Mount Olympus and heading off to other god hangouts trying to find them

Selene is really scared Zeus did something 

Finally Poseidon shows up and tells them about the Atlantis adventure, but he doesn’t know about their current whereabouts

Finally Hestia, goddess of the hearth, looks through the hearths in Duckberg and finds Huey, Dewey, Louie, and Webby chilling in front of the one in McDuck Manor (none of them checked McDuck Manor because they know how diligent Donald was about avoiding Scrooge, and they didn’t want to anger Zeus)

So they head off to McDuck Manor and Donald/HDL are so mad at themselves because they freaking forgot Selene and Storkules!

Scrooge is really wary at first, but Donald tells him about how they’ve been part of the family

Storkules gets a room in McDuck Manor, but he spends a lot of time in the houseboat with Donald. Selene, being a goddess, doesn’t need a room, but she spends a lot of time in Della’s old room, and it becomes hers

Selene gets along really well with Mrs. Beakley, and Storkules with Launchpad (demigod bros theory incoming)

Selene also gets along really well with Webby, as does Storkules, but Selene and Webby have a special bond

Webby has Mrs. Beakley, but despite being thousands of years old Selene appears nearer to the age of Webby’s mother, and those little details can do wonders

Also, Webby’s a lot like Della, in ways Dewey isn’t, and Selene and Webby just immediately click

Plus, Selene is beautiful and gives Webby fashion advice and rides on the moon chariot and advice on her girlfriends Lena and Gosalyn in the future (as well as Debbigail and Loubby and anyone Webby dates, but you bet if they hurt one feather on Webby’s head Selene will destroy them)

(as will Storkules, Donald, Mrs. Beakley, Launchpad, Scrooge, and the triplets)

(Webby’s lovers better watch out)

(She’s got a lot of people who care about her)

Because Selene is lesbian mom passing her lesbian advice onto her young bi adopted daughter

 When Dewey and Webby discover the Spear of Selene note, Dewey is heartbroken because he thought Selene didn’t know anything about what happened

They still go to Greece, wanting to confront Selene as much as they do Donald and Scrooge

Storkules just happens to be staying on Ithaquack when they crash and is overjoyed to show Huey and Louie his home and father, but Zeus kinda gets in the way of that

Selene wants to go help, but then she notices Dewey and Webby, her mini-Dellas, are missing and goes off to look for them

The monster guarding the Spear of Poseidon recognizes them and says hello

Selene meets them in her garden and is just as confused as they are. Webby finally confronts her, and she tells them there isn’t a spear of selene

whether Selene really is as in the dark about Della and the Spear of Selene is yet to be seen, but she doesn’t really hang around for the investigation. She just tells Dewey and Webby she’s told them all she knows/can tell, and shepherds them back to the group

the one bad thing about Selene being Mom Selene is that I was thinking since she’s not related to the triplets, she can have a special bond with Webby that’s not interrupted by the I’m not family train, since she isn’t family with any of them

But I love Mom Selene too much

Most of my AUs couldn’t happen in canon, but if Selene and Storkules decided to show up at McDuck Manor and be the new aunt/mom and uncles you wouldn’t see me mad! 

frank pls

give me goddess mom/aunt and demigod uncle fluff

[blackacre13]

lou going down on debbie in a movie theater please 🙏🏼

“This is absolutely ridiculous,” Debbie grumbled, kicking at the wall while Lou examined their tickets again before pointing out their seats in the higher tier. “I can’t believe he’s doing this.”

“Seriously?” Lou grinned. “It’s not like he’s sitting behind us or anything. He’s in the next theater.”

“It’s just the fact that he’s even here. What a dick move.”

“That’s what brothers do,” Lou shrugged, tugging at Debbie’s hand as she led her up the steps towards their seats.

“Anything to look good in front of mommy and daddy.” Debbie mocked, only stopping her complaining to shove a mouthful of popcorn into her mouth as they walked, the other gripping the blonde fiercely.

“Always the best of etiquette with you, Ocean,” Lou smirked, pushing down the seat cushion for the brunette as she tossed her a popcorn-filled sheepish grin before sitting down, handing the bucket over to Lou. “Calling people dicks. Shoving popcorn in your mouth while walking. Can’t even wait until you’re in your seat.”

“You asked me out two years ago,” Debbie reminded her, leaning over to shovel another handful of popcorn towards her face. “Nobody asked you to do that.”

“And I regret it every day,” Lou lied, holding the bucket up above her head as Debbie cried out in protest.

“I expect that back when the lights go down.”

“Maybe,” Lou shrugged, depositing the bucket back to her lap as she held it protectively, Debbie’s eyes watching hers like a hawk.

“Will you hold my hand through the scary parts?” Debbie asked, her voice uncharacteristically soft and meek as she looked over at the blonde, who smiled warmly, reaching over to squeeze her hand.

“Course I will, honey,” Lou promised. “That’s my job.”

“Can’t believe we got stuck watching some slasher flick,” Debbie sighed, looking up at the screen with disdain before observing the seats around them.

“It was that or risk Danny seeing us,” Lou offered innocently. 

“Not like we were planning to do anything raunchy,” Debbie laughed, elbowing her partner as Lou gave another shrug. “Wait. Were you?” The brunette’s eyes grew wide as Lou merely grinned, pretending to zip her lips as they lights dimmed.

“Lou!” Debbie whisper-screamed as the blonde giggled to herself, handing the popcorn bucket back to Debbie, who now could care less about it.

“Shhhh, the movie’s starting,” Lou whispered, facing the screen, her face lit in blue from the trailers as she pretended to watch, overly entertained by the confusion and shock on Debbie’s face as she watched Lou instead of the screen.

The blonde wouldn’t give in to Debbie’s whispered questions or poking about her comment, until they were about ten minutes into the movie when she noticed that Debbie had fallen quiet and was now holding her hands in front of her eyes, half-peeking through them to see the screen.

“If you keep your hands like that, you can’t eat your coveted popcorn,” Lou smirked.

“Someone was supposed to be holding my hand so that I was protected,” Debbie shot back.

Lou shook her head as she chuckled softly, peeling Debbie’s hands away from her face as she held one in her own, rubbing her thumb against the back of it with a smile as she looked back to the screen.

“I don’t think I can watch this,” Debbie squeaked, practically jumping out of her seat as the speakers let out a sudden bang, popcorn flying up out of the bucket as Lou looked over at her with worry.

“We can go,” Lou promised, brushing a strand of hair behind Debbie’s ears. “Sneak into another theater or something? Walk around? I’d say we could leave, but since we came with Danny…”

“It’s fine, it’s fine,” Debbie huffed. “I can do this. I’m seventeen. It’s no big deal, right? Just a scary movie. It’s whatever.”

“You sure, Debs? It’s okay if you’re not. I promise we can—“

Debbie jumped again, knocking into Lou this time, the bucket practically flying out of her hands.

“I think we’re done with this,” Lou frowned, placing the bucket down in the empty chair beside them. She squatted in front of Debbie so they were face to face, her hands finding her thighs as she pressed their foreheads together. “We don’t have to stay, Debs. There’s no use giving yourself a heart attack, alright?”

“Kiss me,” Debbie whispered, looking down at the blonde, trying to focus on nothing but her.

“What?” Lou asked, giving her a confused, but intrigued grin.

Debbie didn’t bother to repeat the request, pulling Lou’s face closer to hers as she pressed their lips together, Lou gasping into it, bringing the kiss deeper, Debbie’s hands moving down her cheeks and neck to her shoulders as Lou’s hands found Debbie’s waist.

“I have an idea,” Lou whispered, pulling back as Debbie looked down at her with a dizzy smile, feeling calmer already.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” the blonde laughed, moving her fingers towards Debbie’s jeans as she pulled the zipper down slowly, practically soundless in the loud theater, but seeming like thunder to Debbie’s ears as her cheeks flushed red.

“What are you doing?” Debbie asked, eyes growing wide and panties getting wet as she wriggled around in her seat, Lou’s hands pulling down her pants further before pulling her hips forward to the edge.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” Lou smirked. “I’m enjoying the movie, Debs.”

“Lou, baby, are you—“

“Shhh, I need you to stay quiet for me and be a good girl more than ever, Debbie. Think you can do that for me, honey?”