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stargaze-sunflower · 3 years

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✨Triplet bonding!!✨

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Louie?”

He’d missed the sound of the door opening.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

No siblings, no information, no texts. Nothing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was more than enough.

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feverinfeveroutfic · 3 years

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chapter twenty five: a good boy

“that’s not how you move a closet! that’s the worst closet moving i’ve ever seen!” -jim gaffigan

Aurora had begun frequenting the San Francisco Bay Area more and more often from that point onward; given Sam was often riding back down to Los Angeles and onto Catalina Island, she only got to see her old friend for half of a day before one of them had to leave. Every single time, however, she noticed her growing bigger and bigger. To think that she had shown Sam another side to her all the while, and yet all she could think about was her mother's words in how when children were involved, things became harder to deal with. And even though he wasn't a kid anymore, she wondered how Alex was handling the whole feud between her and Aurora.

It only made sense to acknowlede it with him: he participated in her and Emile's wedding after all.

And in the meantime, Testament had fulfilled their time there at that studio and Eric had the final say with it all to Ruben, who made the mad dash back to the label itself in order to submit the new album. A month's time and they would take their stride alongside Metallica and everyone else: this little quintet out of the Bay Area about to nip at their heels and let the world know that they were in fact a force to be reckoned with.

But at one point, within mere hours of Eric handing the final tape over to Ruben, Sam found herself in a strange spot.

All the traveling to and fro between the Bay Area and Catalina Island. All the unsettled feelings and being divided up between both of her parents. The new beds each and every week. Every single time, a little harder on her. Every single time, she just wanted to stop for a second, if only to observe the oleanders as they bloomed against the San Francisco fog and the persistent cold despite winter's transformation into springtime. Some of them wilted and withered from the cold, but many of them returned once the sun poked out from behind the clouds, those five petals big and strong and either a deep shade of pink or pure white.

With Cliff, it was tulips. With Joey, deadly nightshade. With Alex, oleanders.

The end of April brought on the realization that Greg's birthday was coming up, as was Eric's. As if she needed more things to do as she met up with Alex at the cafe across the street from Ruben's house. Chuck and Tiffany had gone off somewhere else from that point out, and thus the two of them were once again left alone together.

He sat across from her and his long jet black hair fell down around his shoulders like a thick lush mane: that singular plume of gray stood almost upright over the right side of his brow like a little radio antenna. She eyed the collar of his shirt: the same shirt he wore when they made out in the pool room, and once more, he had undone the top two buttons and showed off a bit of his chest and his collar bones.

The soft scent of his cologne filled her nose even from across the table. He leaned back in his chair and kept his right hand close to the base of the cup. Sam leaned forward a bit as if she was making up for him.

“I still have yet to see your old high school,” she told him.

“I know you do,” he said with a thoughtful look on his face. “There's a lot you've just got to see around here, Samantha.”

He lifted his cup and brought it up to those sensual little lips, and then he lifted his gaze to her again.

“You sure you don't want anything?” he asked her.

“My dad's got stuff across the street,” she replied, and she sighed. He knitted his eyebrows together.

“Is everything okay? You don't seem like yourself.”

She lowered her gaze to the glass cover on the table top. How she wanted to be back in New York with Joey and also Marla and Belinda: it also felt like a million years since she had heard a word from the Cherry Suicides as well, even as she put on that shirt for another day that day. The fatigue settled over her like a wave of sorts.

Ruben had promised her a cup of coffee at any point during the day if she so wished but even after a nice warm one earlier that morning, she still had a bit of trouble waking up all the way for Alex right across the table from her. She sighed through her nose again and she propped up the side of her head within the palm of her hand.

“I can't keep doing this,” Sam finally said to Alex. “This incessant going back and forth between my parents' houses and taking the stinkin' bus every time. It literally feels as though I haven't made any art in a million years even though it's only been a couple of months since I started doing this.”

“Why's that?”

“Traveling is hard on me,” she confessed. “And by hard I mean, it's not like touring. It's getting on the bus right as I get settled into my dad's house or my mom's house. It's having to see you guys for a week only to vanish again for another whole week. I can't keep doing this.”

She folded her hands upon the table's surface and she gazed down at the glass covering there before them. She looked on at her own reflection as it looked back up at her: her own dark eyes gazed back at her. Her skin was still tight and smooth with her teenage days: still young Samantha, little Sammie, but she had reached the age of twenty four by some black magic.

“Well—remember what Eric and I both told you,” he said, “do what ever feels right to you.”

She raised her gaze back up to Alex, still with a thoughtful expression plastered across his face.

The cafe was quiet, except for the grinding noise of the coffee maker on the other side of the counter.

“I should ask you,” she began.

“Go ahead,” he encouraged her as he flexed his fingers on his right hand a bit: he returned his hand to the top of the table afterwards.

“How're you handling the whole thing with me and Aurora?” she asked him, to which he hesitated for a moment.

“It—actually hasn't crossed my mind all too much,” he confessed. “I've actually forgotten why you ladies were fighting each other in the first place.”

“She made your nineteenth birthday all about her,” she recalled. “And then when I tried to address that with her, she was a complete ditz and made everything about herself again.”

“Oh, yeah, that's right! Again, it actually hasn't crossed my mind very often. I've just had my mind on other things.”

“Like making an album?” Sam showed him a smile.

“Like making an album, right! Two albums to be exact. The New Order and now Practice What You Preach.”

“Germany, too,” she added.

“Germany, too! And ginger snaps.” She leaned forward again, and once more had her hands folded over each other. The fire opal bracelet Chuck gave her clinked against the glass underneath her.

“I made out with you,” she said in a soft voice.

“You made out with me or did I make out with you?” he asked her.

“Both.”

Alex squinted his eyes at her. He shuffled his feet under the table, and he flexed his fingers again.

“You alright?” she asked him as she eyed his hand.

“I'm feeling it again,” he admitted to her.

“Feeling what?”

“It.”

Sam lowered her gaze to the cup of coffee before him and she nibbled on her bottom lip.

“French up that coffee and we'll talk,” she told him.

“French? You mean Irish.”

“Nah, I mean French.”

Alex held still with his hands on either side of the cup. He looked up at her with those deep eyes focused and steady upon her. For a split second, she swore that he lowered his gaze towards her chest. He flinched those long fingers a bit.

She thought about the things that Joey had told her over the phone that one time and she thought about doing them to Alex instead. Her lips around him. His fingers down below the equator and his tongue up inside of her.

He picked up the cup and took a sip, and not for a single second did he remove his gaze from her. He never seemed more hypnotic before: a little loose back there in the pool room and he suddenly became Mr. Seducer. She thought about Joey's venom, the way in which he seemed to slide and slither about like the deadly nightshade he so sprouted from: Alex came from somewhere else, as if from a fever dream. Where Joey resided within the earth, Alex seemed to burn into her with those deep eyes.

She sighed through her nose and bowed her head a bit to bring attention to her chest. Once more, for a split second, he dropped his gaze by a mere hair.

It was there between them. It was real, as real as the grays on his head. As real as those deep eyes that gazed back at her as if he lured her in, much like those oleander bushes in the south land.

He flexed his fingers again and all Sam could think about was the day before wherein they were about to add the final touches before submission. She sat there in between Alex and Louie as Chuck was talking about going on tour that summer, and wherever they went from that point onwards was anyone's guess. The vibe that surrounded them was so tense and yet she sat there so comfortably in between those two men.

Louie mentioned something else about the poison garden to her and Aurora just happened to be there right next to him, now six months along and her gaze fixated on the clipboard rested upon her lap.

“I'm really feeling it, Sam,” he told her with a smile on his face once Eric picked up the phone to call up Ruben. “Our producer told us this new record could really put us forth.”

“Will it have a gift shop?” Aurora absently asked.

“Yeah, wolfsbane keychains,” Alex muttered under his breath, which in turn brought a giggle out of Sam.

He said it again right there in the cafe, and that time with a smile on his face.

“Yeah, wolfsbane keychains!” he exclaimed. “You and Louie have 'poison garden'—we should have wolfsbane keychains.”

“Wolfsbane, and not desert roses?” she asked him.

“You guys can have desert roses, too,” he pointed out.

“I say desert rose because I'm based out of the desert you know.”

“Of course! Desert roses for the desert rose right across from me.”

The door behind them swung open and Ruben stepped into the cafe with a blue and white tin tucked underneath his arm.

“Hi, Daddy!” she greeted him and she stood up and threw her arms around him.

“Hello, sweetie!” he returned the favor for her with his free arm. He then turned to Alex, who straightened himself up so he wasn't sitting so down low in the chair; but he handed Alex the tin. “Hey, son. Seeing as—you're such a hard working kid, these are for you.”

“What's this?” he asked him.

“What is it?” Sam echoed him as he took off the lid.

“Ginger snaps, baby,” he declared as he took a bite of that first little cookie.

“Ginger snap me up side the head,” she joked.

“Anyways, I've got the next hour off,” Ruben told them, “I'm in need of help for the two of you. Eric and Chuck both told me to bring in a couple of blank video tapes tomorrow because apparently the label wants you guys to film a music video in promotion of the new album.”

“Do you even have one?” Sam asked him.

“Yeah, it's somewhere packed away in that house—hence why I'm asking. Can't do it by myself. You know. You know how much that house still needs unpacking.”

“Absolutely!”

He then raised a finger to the both of them. “I'll be right back.”

He ducked away from them and headed back to the other side of the cafe, and right behind the counter there. Alex took another bite of ginger snap: the cookies in that tin were small medallions about the size of silver dollars so he could pop one into his mouth. Even though she liked him when he had a little bit of liquor in him, the sight of him eating those cookies brought a wave of comfort to her: she'd rather watch him get heavy from eating too many cookies than have his body go south from drinking.

If only Joey could get hooked on those as well.

“How are they?” she asked him.

“Excellent. The perfect amount of ginger, too. Sometimes they can be too much with it.”

She took one herself and he took a third one, and popped it into his mouth as if it was a potato chip. Indeed, he was right: it felt like a little kiss of ginger coupled with butter and some nutmeg.

“Speaking of ginger snaps, I guess Guns N' Roses are gonna be in town,” he told her once he swallowed down that bite. “Tomorrow night, I think.”

“Ah, cool! I wonder if Zelda got to see them again. She introduced me to them after all.”

“She probably did see them! They were back East just a few days ago. Prince actually got to open for them, believe it or not.”

“Wow! I wonder if she got to see him, too.”

“If she did, I envy her,” he admitted. “Prince is one hell of a guitar player. Hard to believe that album Purple Rain's actually five years old now.”

“I think it's funny that there's actually a guitar player called Prince—and you sort of came into my life like a dark heavy metal prince.”

He shrugged his shoulders.

“I wouldn't say it's funny,” he said, “it's definitely interesting to think about, though.” “A coincidence, would you think?” she asked him.

“There are no coincidences, Samantha—but everything has a purpose, though.”

“I just think of Belinda's first impression of you,” she recalled with a shake of her head.

“What was that?” He took another bite of ginger snap.

“She called you precocious.”

“I'll admit it,” he said upon swallowing. “I'd rather be seen as precocious than full of myself, even though I can be.”

“I can be, too,” she told him.

“I think it's better to be full of yourself with just the right amount of doubt thrown in all the while than be doubtful of everything and wear a mask of arrogance.”

Sam hesitated with her mouth slightly agape.

“I like you,” she told him.

“I like you, too,” he replied back to her with a raise of his cookie. “And I like the fact that you and now your father wanna give me cookies.”

“'Cause cookies are love,” she said.

“It's all spent doing fuck all,” he said with a straight face.

“Doing fuck all to fill your belly with love,” she pointed out.

“And my ass with ginger,” he retorted. It made no sense but she laughed at that anyway. Ruben returned to them and he rubbed his hands together.

“Come on, kids,” he beckoned them.

Alex put the lid back onto the tin and then with his free hand, he took the knit yarmulke out from his back pocket.

“Wow, I haven't seen that in forever and a day it seems,” she remarked as he stood to his feet.

“I haven't worn it in forever and a day,” he said, “mainly because we're going with your dad back to his place and not elsewhere.”

“Oh, I see!”

He tucked the tin underneath his arm and once Ruben held the door for the both of them, they crossed the street and back to the house. Ruben himself took to the linen closet and he encouraged them to take to the kitchen.

Sam knelt down before the small wooden table on the side of the room closest to the hallway. Nothing underneath there, but she did flash a glimpse over at Alex on the couch in the living room with the yarmulke on the arm right next to him. She missed her couch still, still there in the apartment in Hell's Kitchen. She pictured Genie curled up at the top, all by herself all the while.

Cliff sat there and drank Mexican hot chocolate with her.

She also pictured herself and Joey sleeping together on that couch: as soon as she thought that, she pictured herself and Alex together on that couch.

He stood up and turned around and she caught a view of the seat of his pants. He hitched them up and she couldn't help but let her eyes wander.

All those ginger snaps and incessant touring and working allowed his body to develop a lovely toned shape: slim and lanky, even slight, and yet he was nice and round in the rear end.

She had drawn Joey. She had drawn Frank. She had drawn Cliff. She had drawn herself.

She still needed to draw Alex: if only she could convince him of such, especially since there was no alcohol anywhere in the house. Even if there was alcohol anywhere in that house, there was no way it would fly by Ruben as he strode back into the front of the house. But she had to loosen him up somewhat, and there was only so much a ginger snap the size of a silver dollar could do for her.

Sam hurried over to Alex right as he turned around and he raised his dark eyebrows at her.

“What happened?” he asked her in a hushed voice given Ruben was right there next to them, and he delved through a small box he had tucked under the coffee table.

“Something has—come over me,” she confessed to him in a low voice.

“How so?”

She gestured for him to follow her. They got about five steps in when Ruben stopped them both.

“Where do you kids think you're going?”

“We're—going to look in my closet,” Sam told him.

“Of course, yes!”

She led him back into her bedroom and he left the door ajar behind them. She slid the doors open and she ducked inside first and pressed her back to the dividing wall behind her. Alex joined her with his back against a protective covering on a piece of dry cleaning.

She put her arms around his waist and she lingered closer to his face.

“Oh, I see what you're doing,” he said to her in a low voice.

“I want you loose again,” she confessed in a near whisper. She eyed those lips, smooth as ripe cherries and ready for her taking.

“I'm gonna fuck ya silly and then it's gonna be every man for himself from there on out,” he joked.

“Not if I'm the one who fucks you silly first,” she chided, “and it'll be every man and woman for themselves from there on out.”

“What's going on in there?” Ruben called from the next room.

“Nothing!” Alex and Sam called out in unison; she returned to him.

“Kiss me,” she begged him in a near whisper.

“Kiss you? Your dad's literally right there in the next room, Samantha!”

“Kiss me—the fact he's there will only make it sexier.”

“We are in your closet after all,” he pointed out.

“Just touch me already!” she insisted.

“What?” Ruben called out.

“It's okay, Dad!” Sam called out the closet door and then she returned to him.

“Okay, we really gotta do something or he's going to find out about us,” he told her in a hushed voice.

“And what if he does, Alex?” she demanded as she raised her chest up to him.

“Samantha, have you seen how he looks at me?” He dropped his gaze to her chest and he nibbled on his bottom lip. “He wants to skin me alive!”

“I don't think he does,” she assured him with a shake of her head. “I mean, he gave you ginger snaps for crying out loud, Alex. Now, when he and my mom were together and I brought Joey home with me, he definitely wanted to do things to him.”

“Why is that?” He frowned at that.

“Joey,” she started; even though she promised her mother to keep it under wraps, the cat was already out of the bag. “—I'm guessing reminds him of some guy my mom knew once.”

Alex snickered at that, but Sam smacked him in the shoulder.

“Ow!” he hissed, and then he rubbed his shoulder.

“What do you mean, 'ow'? I barely hit you!”

“A slap is a slap, though,” he pointed out.

“A slap is a slap like on your ass?” she asked him.

“Shhh!”

“What's going on in here?” Ruben's voice floated into the room right then.

“Nothing,” they both said once more in unison. He stepped into her bedroom and they peeked out of the closet together.

“Nothing in here, Dad,” Sam told him. “Really, there's like nothing in here.”

“I really haven't found anything in here, either,” he confessed as he pressed his hands to his hips. “I'll have to break down and buy some new ones, I guess.”

“There's a shop not too far from here that sells all kinds of stuff like that,” Alex told him.

“Oh?”

“It's right up the street here, actually. You just ask the lady in there about it and she'll show you and it's real cheap-o, too. One time, when I was little, my dad needed to tape a lecture and all I remember is him talking about how it was like a treasure trove in there.”

“Well, thank you, son, I'll—I'll be right back.”

Ruben bowed out of there and Sam turned to Alex once again.

“You are such a good boy,” she declared.

“Just doing what I can,” he said with a shrug of his shoulders. The front door closed and Sam ran her tongue along her bottom lip.

“Why do you want me loose again, by the way?” he asked her as he pressed his hands to his hips.

“I want to draw you,” she told him.

“You wanna draw me?”

“Yes. I wanna draw you—the best way I can make love to you without getting you drunk. Or maybe I can if you so wish.”

“Nah, I get drunk, I wouldn't be able to stay in the seat.”

Sam turned to her courier bag there on the desk chair and she took out that brand new journal she had bought in Santa Monica for a brand new chapter in life.

“There's a stool in his room right down the hall,” she advised him. “Grab that and I'll turn the light on for you, Mr. Skolnick.”

He showed her a little smirk before he left the room. While he was in the next room, she peeled off her shirt and changed into one of those Death Angel shirts that she had brought along with her. She knew that if she ever had to eventually decide on a place to live, and she chose San Francisco, she would have to see them again, and that time in their home city no less. She moved the floor lamp in that room closer to the closet door, right in front of her.

Alex returned with the little black stool in question.

“Hey, cool shirt,” he remarked.

“One of many!” she declared and she gestured to the floor lamp right in front of her. “Have a seat.”

He closed the closet door and took a seat there on the stool.

“Tell you what—you draw me, you've gotta do it with Greg,” he said.

“Why?” she laughed at that.

“'Cause Greg could use it, that's why. You do it with Greg, I'll give you whatever the hell you so damn well please.” He hesitated for a second. “Gosh, that was a mouthful.”

She giggled at him.

“You're so sexy, Alex,” she said, “I should really draw you just for the fact you're so sexy—a bet or not.” He raised his eyebrows at that.

“You—wanna draw me? Should I strip naked or something like that?”

“Nah—you can leave your clothes on.” She stood up and walked on over to him. “Although—”

She reached forward to that third button and unfastened it for him with only two fingers. With her other hand, she did the same for the next one. Then the next one down. The next one down. Soon he stood there before her with his shirt open and a sliver of his bare body shown off to her.

“You only wanted to do that 'cause you wanted to undo my shirt for me,” he teased her, and he nudged his shirt back a little bit to show off a little more of his chest to her. She reached up and switched on the light for him.

“Oh, my,” she breathed out. “Oh, my, Mr. Skolnick.”

“Hey, now, Mr. Skolnick is my dad—I'm little Alex,” he insisted as he took his seat there on the stool. He leaned back a bit and showed off more of his body to her. The way the light shone down onto his pale smooth skin and onto the tops of his thighs.

“I thought you weren't little, though,” she recalled.

“To you, I'm not,” he teased her as he opened his legs a bit to get himself comfortable in front of her. He set his hands on either side of the stool's head and his eyes hooded a bit. His lips seemed extra plump and soft; his waist had slimmed down but also seemed a little bit thick at the same time.

Alex leaned back against the wall so more light cascaded over his body. The way the light bathed his body and made his already full face appear fuller, and his deep eyes even deeper. He tilted his head back and the light in turn made the skin on his neck, his chest, and his stomach appear so soft, smooth, and silken. Sam sat there across from him with her drawing pad rested upon her lap: every glimpse up to his body made her want to feel him some more. The scratch of the graphite made him seem much softer and sweeter.

To genuinely feel and touch him. Such a beautiful boy.

He cleared his throat.

“Remember on the road trip up to Carson and Tahoe we were talking about Georgia O'Keeffe?” he asked her.

“Of course,” she replied as she momentarily lifted her gaze back up to him.

“I think I spoke too soon.”

“Why is that?”

“You're absolutely filthy.”

“Filthy—ha! I don't think so.”

Alex raised his eyebrows at that.

“Seriously? You're absolutely loose. Loose like a loose—pussy.”

“Alex!” she said in a hushed voice.

“It's true, though. Although I will admit that that was rather tasteless.”

“Tasteless like my pussy?” she retorted back to him.

“Nah, I reckon your pussy's about as tasteful as that drawing you're making, hence the O'Keeffe reference.”

He clapped his hands together and stood to his feet with his arms in the air as if he had declared a victory. Sam leaned back in her chair and she eyed the slight curve on his waist. It was the most gentle curve she had ever seen, but the light on his skin made it appear right before her eyes.

“You might wanna take it easy on the ginger snaps, big boy,” she teased him. “You're getting kind of a tummy.”

He lowered his arms and looked down at his waist. He touched the skin there with the mere tips of his fingers.

“Not again,” he grumbled.

“Ever so slight, though,” she told him. “Like I can see it a tiny little bit around your belly button but you can't really see it with your shirt closed, though. It's gonna grow, though.”

He sat back down, and then he reached to his right for another ginger snap, which he shoved right into his mouth. She stopped drawing so she could watch him eat it up and then he reached for a second one and did the same.

“Could use some milk,” he said with his mouth full.

“Milk has fat in it, you know,” she pointed out, and he swallowed.

“Hence the point!” he proclaimed and he rubbed his belly with both hands.

“You are such a tease,” she scolded him, and he gave his black hair a little toss back with a flick of his head.

“Let me ask you something—what happened to you in that pool room?”

“I dunno. You kind of—woke me up, Alex.”

He showed her a smirk and straightened himself upright. She had a light soft sketch right there before her upon her lap but she figured it was something good to work from that point onward. A little extra dark shading with his hair except for the small gray tuft over his brow.

“Are you getting okay?” he asked her.

“Getting it good, my dear Alexander,” she said as she used the side of her pencil to shade in the side of his neck and the lapels of his shirt. “My dear Mr. Skolnick.”

She lifted up the drawing pad and showed it to him.

“Soft, silky, and utterly gorgeous,” she declared; he pressed a hand to his chest as if he had just seen the best thing ever.

“Think you can take it from here?” he asked her.

“Absolutely!”

The front door closed right then.

“That was fast,” she stated.

“I said it was literally right up the street,” he recalled as he closed his shirt; she kept that drawing on the seat of her chair and she hoped that Ruben wouldn't have to see it for himself as they headed back to the front of the house. He had gotten four fresh blank video tapes, much to Alex's surprise and slight disappointment.

“We're gonna need more than that, Mr. Shelley,” he said with a shrug. “When we did the video for 'Over the Wall', we used like six tapes. Well, and they were messing around with the effects of it, too.”

“Well, son, this is what I've got,” Ruben told him. “It's what they had, too.”

“So what do you think we're doing this for?” asked Alex as he fixed his shirt a bit more: Sam noticed the buttons were one off all the way up.

“Let's give it a try for 'The Ballad',” Ruben replied with a smirk on his face.

Sam and Alex glanced at one another, and all she could think about was when he picked her up from the side of the road, which she hadn't even told him about yet.

The whole thing with Aurora felt a little redundant at that point.

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Ducktales: Terror of the Terra-Firmians! (Lena Retrospective) (Commission by WeirdKev27): Launchpad Looses his Last Brain Cell and I Loose My Patience

Welcome back Weblena Warriors to the second part of my look at everyone’s favorite Emo Teen Shadow Lesbian Duck... and probably the only one but hey, semantics, Shadow Into Light, which was made possible by viewers like you, the ultra humanite and a commission from WeirdKev27. Picking up where we left off, we have our first episode that has a different intended order than airing order.

As most of you probably remember, but some of you who joined later might not be aware of the broadcast order for the first half of season one is, in the academic sense, pretty fucked. It’s not Darkwing Duck’s entirely fucked by a web of badger spiders and a queen snake on top to make it some sort of train situation, but by just sorta airing whatever episodes they wanted to, Disney messed with the character balance so Huey got less focus, not that he got a ton of focus this season but still, as well as leaning into the episodes focusing more on the kids with less involvement from the adults which gave the wrong impression about the series. While it IS very focused on the triplets and webby, the show isn’t entirely about them, but as Frank has mentioned a few times, Disney Channel apparently has this WEIRD thing where they assume kids won’t like stories starring the adult characters.

Yeah I’ve been wanting to talk about this for a while. Mostly how it’s so dumb I could swear Pauly Shore was an exec at Disney Channel. And he might be I don’t know what he’s doing these days and i’d like to keep it that way. For starters, the Scooge comics, while barely published in the US these days, are still popular globally and have appealed to kids and adults for generations and are mostly focused on him, with the kids in a supporting role and Ducktales, you know the thing your directly remaking here, was also mostly about him with the triplets supporting, if a bit less than the comics. Most of the Disney Afternoon was about adult characters, with any kids in side roles in the main cast. And it comes off entirely hypocritical of them to say this when the MCU is easily marvel’s biggest cash cow at the moment, and marvel properties have appealed to both kids and adults, like the duck comics, for decades. And if it’s because the marvel cartoons weren’t doing well , I’ll let you in on a little secret: Those didn’t do well because they looked bland and from what I’ve seen of them felt kind of bland, though I haven’t seen enough to fully judge. Kids LIKE adult characters as much as kid characters, and also like teen characters despite not being teens. Focusing on either is valid and while I LIKED Disney’s youth starring shows I also want another X-Men cartoon before I turn 50, and I bet kids would like that too, with the last one only failing because you bailed on it because you were throwing a hissy fit over fox having the movie rights, and do not get me started on that. Point is this argument is horse shit and should stay in the stables.

So yeah I do think this episode came too soon and it’s placement effected it at the time and as such it dosen’t have the best rep with the fandom aside from the Lena bits and that includes me. The fact it was very early in the series and the characterizations hadn’t yet sunk in really hurt this episode in places but is it really that bad? Join me under the cut to find out

We open at the movies! Which scrooge apparently hasn’t been too since the 1930′s or seen any on video despite Della existing and being really stubborn.

A rant for another episode. But the kids just got out of a Mole Monster movie, along with Lena, Beakly and Launchpad. Their reactions are as follows: Lena, Webby and Dewey really enjoyed it, Huey found it unrealistic... says the boy whose uncle fought a dragon made of gold a month or two back but we’ll get to that, and Louie was bored and felt it didn’t have enough of the ultra violence, kids these days it’s not about the gore it’s about the tension. And Beakly.. is just pissed Lena tricked them into seeing this and said it was educational. And the more I think about it the more this sounds like BEAKLYS fault than Lena’s. BEAKLY is the one who likely bought the tickets, who saw it was likely an r or pg-13 and who as we’ve seen HAS A PHONE, and ulnike scrooge probably isn’t so stingy she wouldn’t spring for a smart phone, so she could’ve just googled it, or whatever bird related pun is in this version.. gandered it.. yeah let’s go with that, gandered it, and SEEEN it wasn’t appropriate or walked htem out of the theater and ate the cost if she was that bothered by it. Sitting through a Horror Movie you didn’t research, didn’t pull the kids out of and dind’t bother to even check the poster for or use basic common sense is YOUR fault. And this could’ve worked fine, had Lena talk the kids into begging for it or had launchpad take them and have Beakly find out after, having driven to pick them up as she didn’t trust launchpad to take them home. Instead it makes the former super spy look REALLY stupid and feels really out of character for a SPY to not to do research. And it wasn’t like they decided on this later, Bentina being a spy was part of the character’s backstory from day one and its made clear as early as episode 2 in both airing orders. This is just lazy writing to justify the episode and I expect better from this crew.

But an argument errupts between Huey and Webby over the Terra-Firmians, a hidden race of rock people living in Duckburg’s discontinued sewer system, allegedlys. So Lena suggest simply going down which gets a disapproving look from Beakly, despite you know this being their bread and butter, and the fact that if she had a problem with Scrooge not being involved.. she could just call him. Exploring fabled rock people is something he’d be into. I mean there’s a low profit margin but it also costs him almost nothing to walk to the theater or have launchpad swing around and pick him up. Just gas which given how much he pays for jet fuel isn’t a big ask. But Beakly soon gets distracted by Launchpad whose convinced the film is real and is attacking the poster a grim sign of things to come as while Beakly annoyed me in this one on rewatch, especially after realizing the above... Launchpad annoyed me both times and for VERY good reason we’ll get into. This provides a distraction and allows the trio to escape. Cue titles.

After the title sequence, our heroes head deeper underground, there’s too much panic in this town... I mean props to Donald for trying something new but he really needs to rethink his cologne choices. Sex Panther is just.. not a good smell on.. anyone.

So our heroes journey through the depths of the subway system, and we find out part of why Huey’s so skeptical, as he finds anything that isn’t in the Junior Woodchuck Guidebook to not exist, though the cracks in this already show as he’s added anything that does. We’ll get back to this later but as you can tell the basic dynamic for 24 minutes is Webby being a wholehearted True Believer and Huey being a Skeptical Sally. And Lena is just sorta “Eh gives me an excuse for shenanigans” about it. We also get a peak into webby’s mind as we see her notes .. which really just come off as Terra-Firmian fanfiction involving a war of succession between two sides, the terra’s and the firmies, something based on previous media, and also some doodles of a fictional candy called webby-dings and herself as a superhero, both things I want to see.

But yeah the first third of the episode is pretty simple, just them journeying, the occasional shift in the firmament, and it’s not bad, and there are a few great bits: Huey nerds out about rocks, and finds them way more interesting than a possible rock monster.

Which leads to the best gag of the episode as when Huey tries to pick up a big sample Webby, annoyed at his hyperfixation on the JWG, asks him to ask his book for help.. which he does by reading it and actually manages to pick the large rock up. This is halted though when Lena screams.. though she really just did it to draw them to an abandoned subway car full of glomgold posters for glomgold products because of course a failed subway project has his name plastered over it. You can’t spell glomgold without failure.. the failure is silent. Glomgold is not.

The fun is interuptted though by a livid Beakly who had realized they were missing in an earlier scene, after telling the Manager that McDuck Industries would pay for the poster.. and then found out Launchpad also destroyed the toilets “They come up thorugh the sewers!”. Launchpad that’s CHUDS, Ninja Turtles and Rats who raised Ninja Turtles like their own sons, mole people dig or use old mineshafts. It’s basic mole science. Also Beakly really shouldn’t sweat it, I just assumed the city has had a runnig bill witht he company for “McDuck Family and Employee Related Accidents, Mayhem and Shenanigans”. I mean he’s had Gyro on his payroll for at least a decade and a half by the series start, Gyro has leveled whole sections of city in an afternoon more than most giant monsters. Of which several have destroyed Duckburg. It got better.

Point is she’s livid about them sneaking off with Lena pointing out their some sort of adventure family and Beakly.. saying she won’t see them again, or at least implying it hard. I’ll put a pin in this, as the train buckles and a bit of seismic, or rock men, activity means their stuck. So they divide into teams: Beakly will go try and unhook the train car from the busted cars so they can ride out, Launchpad will go try and fix it, and we get this lovely exxchange as a result

Launchpad: Cool never crashed a train before Beakly: Can’t you try driving it without crashing it? Launchpad: Wha?

His face in that scene is priceless. He takes Dewey along. More on that in a second. Webby, Huey and Louie are told to stay put with Beakly only bringing Lena along because she dosen’t trust her. So since we have three split plots for a second... let’s split up gang, starting with the most aggrivating, middling with what you all came here for and why this is part of the retrsopective, and ending with the plot that directly heads into the final part of the episode.

Launchpad and Dewey: GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Okay starting with the most infamous plot and easily the worst part of this episode, probably the worst plot in any Ducktales 2017 episode. That’s not hyperbole it’s really that bad and really pissed people off, as fans of the original launchpad felt they made him overly stupid. This is where the airing order’s a problem as putting an episode with a subplot where one of your characters is obnoxiously dumb right up front means they assume this is his charcter and not just one poorly written chapter in a very dumb but very loveable characters life, likely because the writers hadn’t figured out how to properly scale his stupidity with comptience.

So as a result we get a good 3-4 mintutes if not agonizingly more of Launchpad assuming something he saw in a fucking movie film was real. That.. that’s his actual plot. Need I remind you, he’s in his late 20′s early 30′s. He’s not much older than me. While other episodes have him as dim this one claims he CAN’T TELL FACT FROM FICTION.

There are lines you have to keep with your characters to keep the audience from hating them. They crossed it about 80 times with this plot and make Launchpad into a gibbering dunderhead who can’t do anything right versus a regular dunderhead whose good at one or two things and loveable enough for us to like him and not care about his numerous safey violations and child endagerment charges. Thankfully this is the ONLY episode that gets this bad and they clearly learned from this, but it dosen’t make it any less of a tough sit.

Dewey spends most of the subplot with a look on his face that just screams that he’s as done with this bullshit as we are, as Launchpad assumes he’s a mole person and brought along a pipe to presumibly bludgeon him, because wanting to cave his best friends skull in over stupidity is a GREAT look> Thankfuly he does not. And when the lights come back on Launchpad.. assumes he’s a monster because of bright light, GAH, and locks him out before they end up outside and the plto resolves itself by Dewey pointing out by Launchpad’s utterly baffling logic that he could be a mole monster, so Launchpad.. assumes he is.

The subplot’s later buttoned up as he claims “I love being a mole monster”, again diffrent subteranian creature launchpad, she says he’s not and my suffering is thankfully at an end. This plot just sucks, it’s bad, overly stupid and dosen’t work with an adult character. Someone like say Ed from Ed, Edd N Eddy, or someone who belivies in weird conspiracy stuff like Dale Gribble or Stan Pines. with either of them this plot would’ve been fucking great. I could buy it from Dale and it just comes off as his normal paranoid weirdness. With Launchpad it comes off like he seriously needs help because the episode frames it as if he can’t tell ficton from reality, and his splotlight episode later would directly contridct this and make this episode even more aggrivating, as he’s a fan of Darkwing Duck, and KNOWS it’s acted out by an actor, so why wouldn’t he get this? It’s just....

It sucks, it sucks and I thankfully get to move on to a better subplot

Beakly and Lena: What You Are in the Dark

Beakly tells Lena she’ll never see Webby again after this.. then chastises her when she won’t help despite you know having just said she’s going to force their friendship apart, which Lena points out. She then gets mad at Lena making a sarcastic comment at her. Okay she’s lived with Louie for at least a week in airing order and a month or two in actual order. She has to be used to this by now. She’s insolent.. because you show her no respect, blame her for something that while sure she talked you into, you should’ve known better, and top it off by saying you want to keep her from the kids because they have bright futures and come from good familes and asks who rasied her and her face.. well.

Yeah wheras Launchpad and Huey, more on that in a second, were hurt by this being some of their earliest big roles, Bentina wasn’t.. until later when we found out just HOW bad Magica is to Lena and how much she dosen’t care about her other than as a tool to use. At this point we didn’t know just how much Lena was playing webby, how much she was only manipulating her, and even with her heroic act here we didn’t know if she only saw Webby as her way to break free. The next episode makes it clear she dosen’t and genuinely does care, 100%, so in hindsight it makes Bentina come off as ghoulsih for horribly asssuming about a girl she dosen’t know, and even if she did know about Magica wouldn’t know the full story, just like us, and then BERATING her after already saying she’s going to rip her away from Webby, which itself is PRETTY bad as she’s the only friend the girl has and sh’es doing so on... talking them into a horror movie, which as I outlined was more Bentina’s fault than Lena’s, and leading the kids into a dangerous place whicha gain, Lena pointed out is something she lets Scrooge do. And trust me i know that she actually knows Scrooge, and we later find out, as we’ll cover next month, that she isn’t ware HOW dangerous things are with Scrooge. It dosen’t change the fact she knows they do dangerous stuff to a point and that Lena may just be acting out. It also dosen’t change the fact she drove three children, yes including launchpad, down here with her instead of sending them home with Launchpad.. granted that option isn’t the safest but it’s safer than taking her with them thena cting like it’s ALL lena’s fault when three of the children, again including launchpad, are down there because of HER. Not Lena, HER. I’m harder on her because she’s older, wiser and was “raised properly” apparently. Though given the way she treats a random teen off the street she again knows nothing about and dind’t bother to ask... it begs the question.

IT’s a good question. I could see the classism coming from being raised in 40′s and 50′s britain, judging by the timeline.. but even then she’s seen the world, and while her nature is supscious, the classit bullshit makes no sense after presumibly working with, and later spymastering for, various agents of various backgrounds. How has she not dropped this in decades. Scrooge very clearly dropped the racisim and homophobia of his time, so it still stands on her for not dropping this. And Lena’s hurt shows under hte mask for the first time, that beneath the snark and secrecy.. is just an abused teenager with nowhere else to go and no way out being bullied by an older woman whose cutting off the only light at the end of the tunnel nto for good reason but out of classist, overprotective mallice. My issues, which to be fair probably were intentional in the episode but sitll are a bit overblown, aside we do get an absoluttley tremendous moment later as a car falls on top of Beakly.. and Magica, speaking once more urges Lena to leave her, let her die and let their plans progress. And while that iself is.. dumb, what if someone finds her or her corpse later, especially since Scrooge would likely perosnally want to retrive the body to give her a proper burial as she’s his only friend at this point, or the rest of the family questoin the story?, it fits Magica’s lack of foresight we see throughout the season. But Lena... saves her. While she later gives an explination, and a valid one at that, it’s clear from her expressoin, her actoins and how she does it... that this is her. Part of it is defiance, as she glares at Magica before doing it, her own stubborn nature mixed with her hatred of her “aunt”, meaning Magica just made it all too easy for her to do this. But the real reason is clear: It’s the right thing to do. While pissing off her aunt and getting away with it is the cherry on top.. the real reason is that unlike Magica.. Lena is not a killer, not a monster, and not a heartless vacum ofa person. Even if she doesn’t like Beakly, for good reason.. she can’t, she WON’T leave her to die and leave Webby an orphan again. She loves Webby too much to do that to her and while she may deny it.. she’s too good a person to leave someone to die for something so petty. Even if she never sees webby again and the plans ruined. It’s better than the weight of knowing she let someone who wasn’t trying to harm her and whose actions, while terrible, were out of misguided protection of her granddaughter, die like this. She saves her. And as we’ll see it pays off.. but before that.

Huey, Webby and Louie: Into the Unknown This plot’s a bit shorter, as Webby and Huey continue their argument, with Louie eventually making it clear, and not even hiding it when directly asked by Huey, that he’s playing both sides with a delighted expression on his face as the movie was boring but this, this is interesting. Which it is. But it’s interupted by dings on the roof and while Huey assumes i’ts just a regular rock, it moves while their not lookiung.. and soon red eyed, horrifying beasts look out at them and the kids flee back to the car. This dosen’t pan out as the car starts to shake and is clearly going to collapse.. and while Webby and Louie are prepared to flee, rock monsters or no, Huey, in an utterly heart shattering image.. stays in place, terrified of moving.

This is where this plot goes from mildly aggrivating, as Huey’s Skeptic shenanigans can get on the nerves.. to BRILLIANT. See at the time this was more annoying because it was assumed the skepticsim would be a part of Huey’s character and we’d get more episodes of him being annoying only to be proven wrong, as he semeingly dosen’t learn his lesson at this point, looging the terrafrimians in the guide book. But on rewatch.. this plot is amazing. For starters the plot subtly introduced the defening characteristic of Huey’s personality, one that’s become more prounounced in Season 3: His need for Order. He needs things to make sense: He solves stuff because he likes there to be order in the world and something he can understand, he can put in a box in his head. Like a lot of neurotypical people, myself included, he struggles horribly when the clearly defined boxes of his life and things he undestand have wrinkles or complexities he can’t get. I for instnace easily got it when I was introduced to the concept of trans people or being non binary.. they just make sense in hindsight: given how our brains are messya nd complicated it makes sense some people would be born in the wrong ones, and tht with all the science and medicine we have to correct that, should be allowed to transition if they so choose. It makes equal sense that some people just don’t have a gender or are gender fluid, being both or neither. Despite struggling with non binary prounouns due to force of habit.. I get the concept with no real difficulty. But when it comes to accepting I don’t have to apologize for everything and that everyone is not angry or that anger is natural and people sometimes get mad and you can’t and shouldnt’ fix it.. it’s something I STRUGGLE with even knowing it’s not right, because my brain is just wired that way.

That’s how Huey’s struggle comes off here.. he reveals he’s willing to stay and die.. because he’s SO scared of the unknown, that the idea of dying from something he at least knows what it is versus something he dosen’t.., so paralizyed by his own brain he can’t figure out the obvious.. it takes Webby reaching out to him figuratively and literally, to show him that sometimes you have to face the unknown. The unknown is fucking terrifying.. but it can be good and it’s better than sitting there, scared and unable to move. You have to try, to grow and take that risk that things may not go well to really LIVE.

So he does.. and they reunite with the rest of the group.. and soon find the terrafirmains.. who as it turns out once we get some light on them... are actually just goofy looking, brightly colored, each one matching one of the kids, kids themselves, and Huey reaches out and touches one, which by ET logic means their friends now, and the terrafirmians help them get out. And this lesson sticks. While sure Huey catalogues it and it seems it didn’t.. he’s never this skeptical again. This douchey skepticsim was only for one episode, his fear of the uknown replcaed with boundless curosity and from here on he’s CURIOUS about new stuff as long as it’s not trying to kill him. He loves taking in new experinces, maybe not to webby levels but he does actually try them and study them instead of just fearing them.

Before we wrap things up, obviously we need to talk about the JWG not having entries on a lot of stuff. This would be corrected next season as it returns to being a big book of everything, but dosen’t completely contridct this as Timephoon! shows there’s stillcgaps.. which i’m fine with. While it knowing EVERYTHING was fine for the original series here, with things being slightly more groudned, it’d just be an obvious plothole if Huey didn’t use it every single time they ran into something and that’d get boring. Instead it’s simply that it dosen’t know everything, and really in the comics at times it didn’t and the triplets found out new things. It knew almost everything mind you, but having some gaps for dramatic tnesion is fine with me and Seasons 2 and 3 decided on that instead of just having it being a scouting manual which wa sfor the best. And even by later in the season hit has guides to getting a small buisness loan, so they already course corrected.

So everything’s wrapped up and while Magica berates Lena for disobeying her.. Beakly interputps, thankfully not seeing magica and admits she was wrong and invites Lena for pancakes, even taking a crack about if their actually pancakes or english muffins with syrup, which sounds like my own living hell, in stride, having clearly grown. And Lena explains to Magica that this was the better approach: now she’s got the in theyw anted, and is above suspcison for now. Still not so much that an obvious act won’t be detected but enough that she dosen’t ahve to work actively around her anymore. Magica scoffs.. and while part of it is probably rage.. part of it is deep down both of them know she did it out of defiance.. and only Lena knows that she did it for the right reasons... she just dosen’t get why. She probably justifies it as playing the long game.. but deep down she knows something’s changing about her.. and she’s not sure if that’s a godo thing or not.

Final Thoughts: This episode is as you can tell a mixed bag. It’s 2/3 of a good episode, with the Lena plot, my issues aside, being excellent and the Terra-Firmian plot likewise fun, even if Huey can get grating the payoff is worth it, and the jokes are really high quality. It’s just bogged down by that fucking launchpad plot that just crushed my soul in it’s palms every time it came back. I went on at length why i hated that one but boy oh boy was the hate of that subplot warranted and I stand by calling it the worst plot of the series. It is: it’s not funny, it makes no goddamn sense, and it drags down what’s otherwise a pretty solid epsiode.

Next Time on Lena: Jaws the shark, lurking in the dark, in the depths of the bin one day of a lark decides to get rowdy, get real violent takes a vacay out to Duckburg er.. Island.. also Scrooge faces his greatest Nemesis.. a PR Tour to clean up his image after an unfortunate giant Beanstalk Incident. Be there and be hip to be square.

Next Time on This Blog: I Tackle a DCOM for the first time for another commissioned review as we take a look at racisim, specifically Apartheid and breaking indoctrination, with The Color of Friendship. See you next Rainbow.

#ducktales #ducktales 2017 #lena sabrewing #webby vanderquack #weblena #bentina beakly #launchpad mcquack #huey duck #louie duck #dewey duck #terror of the terra-firmians!#disney channel #disney xd #disney plus #disney #disney ducks #comissions

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In Sickness, In Health Chapter 5 - Broken Arm

Fandom: DuckTales 2017 / The Three Caballeros Rating: General Audience Relationships/Pairings: José Carioca/Donald Duck/Panchito Pistoles Additional Tags: getting sick, being cared for, mental health, injury, sore throat, common cold, chicken pox, broken bones, whooping cough, taking care of others.

Part of a Series Called: We’re the Three- Sorry, Six Caballeros!

Author’s Note: This chapter is self titled with what's about to happen. But please keep in mind this contains talk of broken bones. If I need to put further tags/warnings on this story, please let me know!

“Dewey, I’m serious, get down!” Huey frantically called.

“Sorry, can’t hear you. Too high up and doing amazing!” Dewey called back as he reached for the next level of branches.

“Dewey!”

“Let it go dude,” Louie commented as he scrolled through his phone. Leaning up against the same tree that Dewey was currently climbing. “You’re not getting him down from there. Just let nature take its course.”

While Huey glared at Louie, Dewey was continuing his trek up the tall tree. Humming his theme song (version 236) while he reached for another branch. His plan for the day was to reach the top of the tallest tree in the backyard so he could see across the bay. To hopefully see across it, maybe even see the entire world and what it had to offer. Maybe he could even find some place interesting enough to visit! Some place close!

Ah, he was so eager! He couldn’t wait to find out what the rest of the world looked like. Entire body shaking with eagerness, Dewey moved a bit too quickly...

He lost his footing first. Webbed foot slipped and Dewey quickly reached out to try and grab something for support. Only for his hand to grab at air. The branch just a bit too far out of reach.

It was as if time stood still for a moment. Dewey got a brief thought of ‘Huh...maybe this wasn’t the best idea.’ before he began to properly fall. It was strangely exhilarating to hear the wind rushing around him. Sort of like flying. Except the opposite. Because he was, in fact, falling. So this was worse.

Dewey hit the ground hard, Huey shrieking while Louie let out a cry of ‘Holy Cow!’ as they rushed over. The triplet dressed in blue sat up slowly. Looking around, dazed, but otherwise felt fine.

“What were you thinking! You could have been killed!” Huey huffed. Fear being replaced by anger as he glared down at his brother.

“I was thinking how cool it would be to see the view from the top of that tree. But I guess it wasn’t meant to be for the moment. Oh well, I’ll try again tomorrow-”

Dewey let out a yelp of pain when he tried to put weight on his arm. Pain shooting through it, the duckling swearing he was about to pass out from it. Taking a deep breath to keep himself awake, Dewey looked down at said arm. Which was clearly broken. Sticking out at a weird angle, but nothing else seemed ‘wrong’.

“I broke my arm.”

“WHAT?”

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure it’s broken. Check it.” Dewey casually commented holding up the mentioned limb. Louie looked close to vomiting while Huey turned very pale.

“Oh… Okay. Um, Louie, can you get Uncle Donald?” The youngest triplet nodded and dashed back towards the house, happy to not see the arm. Huey, on his part, bent down to examine the damage as best he could. “Ah...so… I don’t think I’m supposed to touch it. But it looks so bad!”

“Dude, it doesn’t hurt. Just breathe and leave it alone.” Truth be told, Dewey wasn’t really sure why he wasn’t panicking. Maybe it was because everyone else was already freaking out. But, it was probably the fact that, since it didn’t hurt, Dewey wasn’t too worried.

“Dewey!”

Ah, someone else to worry about him.

“Hi Uncle Donald!” Dewey beamed while being faced with a panicked duck.

Donald looked prepared to start pulling out his feathers in panic. “Okay, okay, Dewey, how are you feeling?”

“Pretty good, all things considered.”

“Okay, can you walk? We need to get you to the car.”

“Sure...I’ll just need help getting up.”

Dewey was more than patient as the rest of the family rushed around him. Helping him into the car, getting the seatbelt on, making sure he was okay before they set off. A quick trip to the emergency room later and Dewey now had a sweet cast and a story to share with his other two uncles.

“This is so cool! Benny had one of his arms in a cast too and he got people to sign it. Do you think I could do that too?” Dewey looked up at Donald, freehand knocking on the hardened plaster.

“Of course. You can start carrying some sharpies when you’re at school. Just as long as you don't make everything messy and you don’t distract the class.” Donald commented, finally relaxed now that everything was taken care of.

At first, Dewey was honestly thrilled to have his cast. It was like getting a fancy new piece of armor in a video game. Wanting to constantly show it off. Happily retelling his adventure with so much gusto to whomever would hear him. It was great.

Until it wasn’t.

The first issue was how uncomfortable the cast was becoming. It was heavy and clunky. He couldn’t sleep because the cast was just dead weight. His arm started becoming both itchy and sweaty. Hot and bothersome with no solution as to how it was supposed to be fixed.

The second issue was that there was no one else to tell the story to. All his classmates knew. All his neighbors knew. And, even if his uncles would listen to him, Dewey knew they were becoming bored by the story. The once great armor was now dragging him down.

The last issue was that he couldn’t do anything. Uncle Donald made it clear that Dewey wasn’t going to do anything with the cast on. Not that the duckling paid that warning too much attention. Until he realized that the cast was preventing Dewey from, quite literally, doing anything. He couldn’t grab anything. Couldn’t put pressure on it in any way. Hold anything. It was basically a useless arm.

“At least you have some time to work on your homework.” Huey offered weakly. Which was only met with an unamused glare.

Dewey was becoming so bored.

He was currently situated on the sofa during one afternoon. Eyes barely open, barely focused, as he ‘watched’ the television. Dewey wasn’t fully taken in what he was looking at. He was also pretty sure there was a string of drool sliding out from the side of his mouth.

“Well, don’t you look charming.”

Dewey merely rolled his head to the side to look over towards Donald. “Hello…”

“Hello to you too.” The older duck walked over, claiming an empty seat next to the blue dressed triplet. “I see you’ve moved your pity party from the bedroom to the living room.”

“Not pity.” Dewey weakly argued back.

“No? Then what are you doing?”

“Bored?”

“Ah, I see. Nothing like being sad for yourself.”

“There’s nothing I can to with my stupid arm is it’s stupid cast.” Dewey huffed weakly.

“You’ve done nothing but watch t.v. since you’ve gotten that cast. Why don’t you try doing something new?”

“Broken arm, can’t do anything.”

Donald rolled his eyes. “You’re not in a full body cast, you can still move. And your dominant hand is still ‘free’. I don’t mean trying to climb something new. Why not find a new hobby? Read a book, go take a walk, something.”

“All sounds boring.”

Letting out a slow breath, Donald took a new approach. “Well, I have something you might be interested in.”

“Doubt it.” Even with a heavy sigh of boredom, Dewey still followed his uncle.

They entered a small side room at the back of the house. One filled with mainly boxes and other unneeded odds and ends. They passed the stacked boxes, going towards the sole window. Where an artist easel had been set up. Paints and other tools cluttering a small rolling cart that had been pushed against the wall.

“What is this?” Dewey asked as he looked over the pile of paint tubes.

“My get away, if you will. When I want a break from everything, I come here and just paint. Just...put on some music and paint.”

“I’ve never seen you paint before…”

“Well, I did just start,” Donald commented, taking a seat in front of the easel. “I was told it would help me relax.”

“So, are you telling me to start painting?” Dewey asked.

“Sort of.” Reaching into a large bag that was propped up against the wall as well, Donald pulled out two items. A small sketchbook and a mechanical pencil. “You have an active imagination. Why don’t you try giving your words some pictures?”

Dewey was skeptical at first. When starting, it was frustrating. Nothing was looking right and it was maddening to try and figure out what something was supposed to look like. Seeing it in his head to transfer it onto paper was difficult.

Tio José swooped in to save the day. When Dewey crumpled up another failure. The parrot was more than happy to give his expertise on how to start off a drawing. Getting the basic shapes, proportions, how to look at the whole and the parts of an object, how drawing from real life can help draw from the imagination. After that, there was no stopping him.

Even with the cast on, it didn’t stop him. If anything Dewey started using it as a weight to keep the loose paper still. The rest of the recovery melted away. The blue cladded duckling happily returned to school with a fully healed arm and a number of handcrafted books to share.

#donald duck #josé carioca #panchito pistoles #jose carioca/donald duck/panchito pistoles #The Three Caballeros #the three gay caballeros #s-creations #fanfiction

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De-Aged Donald Duck AU Ch.2

Part one can be read here.

Louie paced back and forth frantically while his now de-aged uncle struggled to find his way out of the over-sized clothes. The image would have been adorable and maybe something worthy of slight blackmail material for the future if Louie wasn’t panicking about how badly a turn his plan took!

“Oh man, oh man, oh man...” He muttered to himself as he tried to think of what to do next. It was a horrible sudden reminder that he hadn’t really thought his plan through.

He was completely fine with there no being a fix when it was him who would be de-aged and needed to be taken care of. Now he was sort of realizing that his family would most likely embark on some sort of quest or adventure to find a way to cure him. After that, he’d probably be grounded for a month if not more!

“Halp! I needs halp! Dewwa!”

“Aw man...that would be too cute any other day.” Louie had to admit to himself. Snapping out of his panic slightly, he knelt and helped his uncle out of his adult clothes. “There...better?” He asked gently.

“Thank ‘ou.” Donald muttered but then wrapped his arms around himself. “No weally. Is cold.” Looking around he frowned before staring up at the other duck before him. “What yous name? Me’s Donal! ...have seen Dewwa? She wook lots wike me!” Donald said happily before he shivered a bit.

Louie grabbed his uncle’s blazer and used it to wrap the young duckling in, and then picked him up. “Hi Donald. I’m Louie. Uh...can you tell me how old you are?”

Donald wiggled in Louie’s hold as he tried to get his hands free and then he held up three fingers in one hand and another finger in the other. “Dewwa and Donal fouw!” But then he looked around and frowned at not seeing any trace of his sister. “Where Dewwa?”

“Uh...” Louie hesitated on how to answer. The way Donald was looking around, a slightly scared expression on his face brought back some memories of himself doing that. He used to do it a lot when they each finally got their own beds instead of sharing one. As much as he liked having his own thing, he was very used and very close to his brothers. Not to mention the night seemed scarier when he was on his own.

Even though he was aware of his uncle and mother being twins, he didn’t think too much of it. But he supposed it made sense that they would have the same strong bond as he and his brothers did.

Seeing more fear slip into his uncle’s face, Louie held him closer and rocked him a little. “Hey, it’s okay. Shh...you’re safe, I promise. I...I know this is scary, but it’s gonna be okay.”

He wasn’t sure if it was going to be okay. In fact, he couldn’t even fathom how much trouble he was going to be in if he was caught. That was a thought for later though, his uncle needed to feel secure. Sneaking out of the garage, by some miracle he’s able to make it to the houseboat. He places his uncle Donald on the hammock and starts to look through some of their old belongings that should be in storage.

“Aha!” He cheers when he finds an old suitcase. It was full of their old baby and toddler stuff. It took a bit of digging but he found Dewey’s old pair of PJs and got the younger duck into them. That at least solved the naked and cold problem.

Now to think of what to do next.

The responsible thing to do was to come clean and ask for help on how to fix this.

That was going to have to wait because Louie heard a stomach growl and it wasn’t his. Looking over he saw the toddler look at him with big, pleading eyes and rubbing his tummy. “Hungy...”

“Four-year-olds can eat solid food right?” He asked his uncle as if he knew. Though the toddler nodded, he pulled out his phone and double-checked on the web just in case.

Louie picked up the toddler and brought him into the kitchen area and sat him down on the floor so he could keep an eye on him. Looking around he debated on what was okay for the toddler to eat. His uncertainty made choosing hard, so in the end he grabbed some tangerines. Since they were kids his uncle always had them on the houseboat. They were juicy and fresh and very easy to peel. He peeled two and that was enough for now. Louie could go back to panicking about what to do next.

“Louie?”

Louie’s head snapped towards the entrance when he heard his mom’s voice. “Oh crud!”

Donald giggled at Louie’s choice of word, and even though he was moments away from being in trouble...that was just really cute. He didn’t have time to hide his uncle, so he simply begged for him to stay put while he handled the situation.

“Donald? Did Louie stop by here? I could have sworn I saw him with a-Oh! Louie, there you are.” Della said when she was greeted by Louie at the stairs.

“Hi! Uh...what’s up?”

“It’s almost time for bed. The boys said you were having a talk with your uncle, but I thought I saw you running away from the house. Thought I’d check to see if everything was okay?” Della knew that she and Louie still had work to do before they were 100% on the same page. As much as she wanted to come back to her eggs and be accepted as their mother fully she was learning to accept that their mentalities were different. While she had them on her mind all the time she was on the moon, they and the rest of the world had assumed the worst. She had to be patient...not her best virtue, but at least her best practiced one on while away.

“Sure! Everything is a-okay! Dandy even, ya know?” Louie did his best to sound nonchalant and cool about the situation.

Della’s parental instincts immediately kicked in and her eyes narrowed in suspicion. “Where’s your Uncle Donald?”

“...he’s in here. Ya know, having a snack.” It wasn’t a lie.

“Well, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind if his sister came in and wished him goodnight,” Della said and tried to take a step down.

Louie blocked her from doing so by standing in her way with his arms stretched out, “No! You...you can’t! Uh, see thing is...uh....since Storkules Uncle Donald’s been really strict about who comes in and...and I think that’s just something we should respect, ya know?”

“Louie. What’s going on?” Della asked as she knelt down and tried to get a view inside.

“Nothing!” Louie tried to insist.

“Momma?”

Both Louie and Della stilled. Louie turned around and saw his toddler uncle at the foot of the stairs staring up at them. Louie was already scrambling to explain himself, tears of frustration and guilt as he knew he was in trouble and rightly so.

Whatever form of yelling he expected didn’t come however. Looking up at his mom, he saw a pained and still somehow soft expression as she made her way down the stairs and picked up toddler Donald.

The toddler in turn furrowed his brow as he got a better look at the woman who was holding him. He crossed his arms and huffed, “Twick! No momma!”

“I...no. I...Oh god, Donald.” She breathed and held the toddler close as she tried and failed to fight back tears.

Donald fussed and wiggled until Della had no choice but to set him down. He looked between Louie and Della and his bill began to quiver because he was scared! He didn’t know them! He didn’t know where he was! “I wan’ go home! To momma and daddy! An’ Dewwa! Now!”

“Hey, it’s okay little dude...” Louie tried to calm him down.

It seemed like his uncle’s anger issues stemmed way back. He could see a temper tantrum about to come on and he could guess it wasn’t going to be pretty.

But before he could explode, his mom knelt in front of toddler Donald and grabbed his hand. It confused both Louie and Donald for a second, and then Donald’s face shifted to slightly more confusion and then wonder as his mom traced something in the palm of his uncle’s hand.

Toddler Donald looked up with wonder and confusion as he asked, “Dewwa?”

Della smiled sadly but nodded, “Yeah, Donnie...it’s me.”

Donald’s bill quivered a bit more, then he began to hit and punch at Della but it didn’t have the anger that had been building up before. “You meanie! You’s old! No fair, no fair, no fair!”

“Hey. Ow, okay...hey, look. It’s okay Donnie. It’s okay!” Della tried to soothe him.

Donald jumped back and glared at Della, eyes glistening with tears that streamed down his face. He stomped his feet and had his hands balled into fists at his sides, “It no kay! Dewwa gwow up wiffou’ Donal! Das no how posed go! We posed to go togatha! Das wha’ twins posed do!” Then he fell back on his butt and began to cry, “You’s leave me! Is no fair!”

Though she didn’t know how it came to be, she got the impression that Donald didn’t have the memories passing the age his body was at, at the moment. He didn’t mean to hurt her, he wasn’t aware of the events with the Spear of Selene. She’d been so focused on the pain she caused for leaving and the consequences of not being there for her sons, she hadn’t paid that much attention to the fact that she left Donald behind too.

Her twin.

She pulled him back into her arms, even as he struggled a bit. Eventually, he just clung to her and cried, and she joined him.

Louie felt very awkward, as if he was intruding in a moment he wasn’t invited to.

Before he could make his escape or excuse himself, Dewey alerted them of his presence, Huey and Webby not too far behind.

“Whoa, no way! Was there a fourth brother? And are those my old pjs?!”

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Chapter two! I hope you guys like it >.> !

#De-Aged Donald Duck AU #Ducktales 2017 #Donald Duck #Louie Duck #Dewey Duck #Huey Duck #Della Duck #Fanfic

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Heart to a Gunfight - Chapter 11

Pairing: Bucky x fem!reader

Summary: You didn’t want to help Bucky Barnes make it through the party by pretending to be his fake girlfriend, after all, you had just met him. You also didn’t plan on the charade lasting as long as it did.

Warnings: Lots of fluff!!

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: Hi all! I know it’s been a bit for this series but I finally got some inspiration again for it, so I hope you enjoy! Would love to know what you think!

Tuesday Night

You knocked back another shot, “Remind me again why the hell I agreed to this?”

“Because you’re too competitive for your own good and it takes nothing to goad you into something.”

Bucky paused, stared at the dart board and let another one fly. You cursed when it hit the double-twenty, your hand already moving toward your fifth shot of the night. Any hit worth over forty points meant the other person had to drink, and Bucky was deceptively good at darts.

The whiskey no longer burned on the way down and you slammed the shot glass back onto the table. It was a good thing that was his last throw.

“I’m pretty sure I only asked if you wanted to play darts. You wanted to turn it into a drinking game,” You pointed out, leaning back onto your elbows.

He flashed you a wicked grin, “And where would be the fun in that?”

“Well, I’m just glad we’re not playing strip darts,” You muttered, “Or else I’d have been completely naked two shots ago.”

His eyes darkened, raking over your body slowly as if he was trying to count the articles of clothes you’d have taken off. You shivered at the look, extending your hand so he’d give you the darts.

He placed them in your hand but held on for a second, pulling you in a little closer and whispered, “Unfortunately I don’t have a dart board in my apartment.”

You snatched them from his hand and narrowed your eyes at him, “Stop trying to get in my head, Solider. I’m going to make you drink your words.”

His lips only spread further.

Pushing past him, you focused on the board, hoping to match your words with your actions. The odds weren’t in your favour. He’d only taken two shots tonight and both of those times you’d been aiming elsewhere, luck being the only reason you’d hit anything good. There was no way you’d get three perfect shots to tie the game, but you were still hoping to get him to drink at least one. Squinting, you tried to get the board to come into focus. From this point forward, you were only drinking water.

You concentrated with everything you had, seeing nothing but the red dot in the centre of the colourful board. Drawing in a long breath, you paused at the top, about to let it go with your exhale when Bucky’s hand wrapped around your wrist, startling you so much you dropped the dart to the ground.

“Hey!” You turned to face him, but he didn’t let go, your hand held up between your two bodies, “What’s with the cheating?”

He tilted his head, motioning toward the board. An old man walked between you and the target, his head exactly where your shot would have been.

“So, I may have been a little too focused,” You amended.

He raised a brow.

“Okay, so a lot too focused.”

He picked up the dart and handed it over, silently challenging you to do your best.

“Here we go,” You rolled your shoulders, “I got this.”

“You almost killed an old man,” Bucky piped up from behind you.

“Shut up, Barnes.”

He laughed, the sound putting a smile on your face, “You know, I thought maybe your aim would’ve improved with the booze, but apparently not.”

“Your words of encouragement are so heartwarming,” You said, turning to face him with your hands on your hips.

“Just throw already.”

“Fine.”

You smiled when your first shot hit the board. It wasn’t worth more than five points but at least you had hit something.

“New deal, Speedy,” Bucky took a sip of his beer, “If the total of your three shots is over forty points then I’ll take a shot.”

You shook your head and sighed, “The fact that you’re drinking right now for the hell of it kinda takes the fun out of it. It’s just not the same.”

“Good point,” He chuckled, “How about this? If it’s over forty, I’ll take a ride with you in your car and I won’t say a damn thing about it.”

You grinned, “Now you’re making things interesting, Soldier.”

Your second shot was just as pathetic as the first one, giving you a total of ten points. Another thirty seemed near impossible, but you weren’t about to lose hope. Not when your car was on the line.

“Just so you know, I have your next shot right here,” Bucky taunted, waving the shot glass in the air.

You smiled sweetly, trying to ignore the shit-eating grin on his own face, “It’s all yours.”

Changing tactics, you decided to throw it without a care in the world. It wasn’t like you were hitting anything when you tried, so maybe doing the exact would pay off. You double checked to make sure there weren’t any old men with the bright idea of crossing the dart board, and when the coast was clear, you whipped it at the board.

The centre lit up red and you blinked in shock.

“That’s fifty points,” You murmured, not quite believing what had just happened. Then it sunk in and you whirled to find Bucky, “That’s fifty points!”

You jumped into his arms, slinging your own around his neck. His grip tightened around your waist, and he pulled you in close. All you could hear was the sound of his laughter in your ear, his breath tickling your shoulder as he tucked his head in to fit beside yours.

“I don’t care that I’ve lost so often I’m a little bit tipsy,” You giggled into his ear, “That’s fifty points and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

He pulled back without pulling away, his arms still strong around you.

“That shot was all you,” The corner of his mouth was quirked up slightly, those blue eyes bright, “And that shot is all mine.”

“Told you I’d do it.”

“I never doubted you for a second.”

You looked to the ground and forced yourself to take a step back, “Your turn to get tipsy.”

“Another round, Speedy?”

You scoffed, “Absolutely not. But there is a pool table over there”

Two Weeks Later

Your phone buzzed in your pocket, and you tried not to smile, knowing you couldn’t start smiling like an idiot while you were finishing the payment for the customer in front of you. The process seemed to take forever to go through, your phone burning a hole in your pocket.

Only when the customer was out of the shop did you pull it out, knowing exactly whose name you’d find there.

I don’t think you should let me choose movie night anymore. That’s two terrible ones in a row.

You smirked, pulling out your lunch, glad you were now on break.

Good to know you’ve finally seen the light.

Typing bubbles appeared instantly and you waited, a stupid little smile on your lips.

What should I be in charge of now? Bucky asked.

Pizza. You immediately replied. But make sure it’s from Anthony’s.

Because I want soggy pizza? I’m getting Louie’s.

You shook your head, even if he couldn’t see it. Fine but your taste in pizza better be better than your taste in movies.

As long as it’s better than your taste in cars ;)

Idiot, you thought, unable to wipe the smile off your face.

One Week Later

“See, that wasn’t so bad.”

“Says the owner of the crappy car.”

You pulled into the parking lot in front of Bucky’s apartment and turned off the engine, “You’re just being fussy, that’s all.”

“Fine,” He laughed, “I’ll admit it. The drive really wasn’t that bad.”

“And?” You asked, shooting him a pointed look as you waited for him to fulfill the rest of your deal.

“And you’re not a crazy lunatic driver.”

You smacked him on the arm, “That looked like it physically pained you to say.”

“It did,” He said, eyes wide, trying to play the pity card.

You weren’t having any of it, “That’s what you get when you lose a bet, Soldier.”

He turned in his seat to face you, “How was I supposed to know you were going to hustle me?”

“I didn’t hustle you!” He shot you a look of disbelief, “You just assumed I’d be terrible at it. I never corrected you.”

“But you,” He ran a hand through his hair, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, “You asked me how to tie your vest and how the gun worked.”

You grinned.

He let his head flop back onto the head rest, chuckling, “All so I’d underestimate you.”

It seemed like every time the two of you went out, it always ended in a competition, and tonight hadn’t been an exception. Only you had begun to realize how to win the last time the two of you had gone out. Tonight, you had managed to pull ahead by one.

“Turns out my terrible aim does not extend to laser tag,” You bit your lip, failing miserably at wiping the smug look from your face, “I just happened to forget to mention that.”

“I should have known when you put your driving skills and car on the line,” He chided himself, shaking his head.

“You really should have,” You hummed.

“I know. I know you better than that.”

You looked out the windshield, away from the intense look in his eyes, apparent even in the dark, “Well…Goodnight, Soldier.”

He leaned in, giving you a side hug from his side of the car, “See you next week. Thanks for the ride.”

“You’re welcome,” You shrugged, suddenly feeling cool from the lack of his warmth, “Now get out of my car before you do something stupid like insult it.”

He laughed, stepping out. Pausing with his elbows on the edge of the rolled down window, he said, “Night, Speedy. Text me when you get home safe.”

One Week Before the Wedding

“We’ll be right out,” Peggy smiled at Steve and Bucky, motioning for them to wait outside the bar, “We’re just going to go to the bathroom first.”

They shrugged and walked toward the exit as if nothing was amiss, but you knew better. There was nothing casual about the way she grabbed your arm and steered you to the bathroom. What for though, you had no clue.

It had been the first time all four of you had hung out together since the engagement party and now, the wedding was a week away. Sure, you had seen Peggy and Steve on multiple occasions, but your four schedules had never seemed to line up properly until tonight. It was funny that you had thought the reason you’d spend so much time with Bucky would be because of Peggy and Steve, when really you had seen more of him this summer than anyone else.

“What’s up, Peg?” You asked when the two of you marched into the bathroom.

She crossed her arms, “You want to tell to tell me how long this little thing has been going on?”

“What do you mean?”

“You and Bucky,” She shot you a pointed look through the mirror.

You touched up your lipstick, half listening to what she was saying, “What about me and Bucky?”

“How long have you been seeing each other?” She let out an exasperated sigh as if she couldn’t believe how dense you were being.

It took a second for her words to sink in, and you turned shocked, “We’re not seeing each other!”

“Yeah, right.”

“I’m serious!” You protested.

“I saw the two of you tonight, and I’m not blind,” She fixed her hair quickly in the mirror and when she noticed your look of disbelief, she turned her full attention on you, “Oh, come on, YN. No one who’s just friends acts the way you two do.”

It was your turn to cross your arms, not having any of her accusations, “And how is it that we act, Peg?”

“Like the two of you use every excuse just to touch each other. Like the way Bucky’s face lights up when you walk into the room, or the way you look around for him, just to make sure he’s nearby,” She shook her head, probably disappointed that you’d kept something like this from her, “I’m not an idiot. I have eyes.”

Whatever you were going to say next died on your lips. The two of you were just friends, right? So what that you’d gotten close these past months? So what that you texted each other practically every day. So what that you’d caught yourself thinking of him whenever - holy shit.

Peggy must have seen something in your eyes because her expression softened, “So you guys aren’t dating, huh?”

You shook your head, not sure what to do with this newfound revelation. How could you still be friends with Bucky when you obviously had feelings for him? But he clearly didn’t feel the same way. Now that you really thought about, he often commented on your friendship as if…Oh god. Were you so blind that he thought he needed to keep subtly reminding you that any relationship the two of you had was fake? You rubbed your hands over your face and groaned.

“Well, if it makes you feel any better,” Peggy began with a small smile, “I’m pretty sure he feels the same way.”

“Yeah, right,” You scoffed, “I’ve spent enough time with him to know that he doesn’t.”

Peggy was about to say something else, but you shook your head, cutting her off.

“Can we just go?”

She wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you in close, “You good?”

“Yeah, of course,” You forced a laugh for good measure even though you knew Peggy could always see through your lies, “We’re just friends. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Of course you are. I don’t know what I was thinking.”

You shot her an appreciative smile and walked out of the bathroom, head held high.

#bucky fanfic #bucky #Bucky Barnes #james buchanan barnes #bucky x you #bucky x reader #bucky fanfiction #mcu fluff #MCU fic #MCU fanfiction #fan fiction #fanfic

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theblindgoddess · 3 years

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heres the story i mentiond yesterday

i reposted that post with it

but its not showing up in the tags

so we’re trying this instead

prepare yourselfs.

angst ahead

and feels

and a bit of confusion because it is the end of the story.

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The real world came back into focus as Dewey rejected the fantasy he had been trapped in and was faced with the howling winds and screams circling in the underground headquarters he had called home for the past few months, the howling winds and screams that he had caused in his anger and sorrow, too consumed by his own feelings to realize that his family and friends were also hurting, to upset to think about the future, only worrying about how he would never forgive Scrooge, how he would make him pay, to see that by doing so he would only make things worse.

Dewey looked around at his family, all clinging to something, anything to keep from being blown away by the tempest that he had made and into the nearby walls. His eyes darted from Webby, Mrs B, Huey and Louie, Uncle Scrooge, and Launchpad, never resting on any one person for more than a millisecond, skipping from face to face, barely even taking them as they all blurred together with the speed and the wind and the tears, and then his eyes stopped on Uncle Donald. Uncle Donald who had raised him, and cared for him, and loved him, and who had always been there for him, and there he was, blood dripping from his forehead, down his face, matting his feathers along with sweat and dirt and tears of his own.

“Uncle Donald!” Dewey cried out, voice cracking and wet and shaking with fear as tears streamed from his eyes getting blown away by the wind to quickly to wet his face.

The sailor snapped his eyes open despite the wind to look at his nephew, wanting desperately to make it better for him, to make it all go away, to hold him close and say that it will all be alright. But he can’t.

“I’m scared!” pure, unbridled terror filled the duckling’s voice, consuming the senses of everyone in earshot.

“That’s ok!” The older duck shouted back, hoping that his voice would carry in the storm, “It’s ok to be scared, it’s ok to not know, that’s how you know you are human!”

“I don’t, I don’t wanna go! I don’t wanna die!”

There it was. What everyone there knew but no one wanted to say. Dewey would die. There was no way around it. While his body would still be intact, his mind would be gone. All his memories, all his experience, all his fears and hope, his annoying quirks, his personality would be gone. Swept away in the wind with Magica, and no way to bring it back.

The blue duckling’s features were filled with determination, mingling with the terror already there. “But this is my mess, “ he looked down to the Talisman of Blodig Erik, tightening his grip on it, when only moments ago the urge to throw it as far away from him as he possibly could was overwhelming him, “and I’m gonna clean it up! Because we all make choices! And some of those are bad ones! And choices come with consequences! But we can’t just run away from them! Part of life is learning to live with those consequences,” Dewey’s gaze turned abruptly to his Uncle Scrooge, meeting his eyes, “and part of it is learning to forgive others for the consequences they bring!”

He widened his view to encompass all of his loved ones, to see them for the last time, wishing that the missing members of their odd little family were still there.

“I love you all! And I’m truly sorry for all the pain I brought! I hope you can forgive me! And please, “ his eyes pleaded with all them, asking for something he knew would be impossible, “don’t blame the new Dewey for the mistakes that I’ve made!”

Dewey looked to the talisman, and willed it to clear his mind.

He was so focused on the talisman that he didn’t at first when he was joined in the eye of the storm by someone new, someone he thought had died earlier in the battle.

“Hold tight Bluey!”

“Lena?!” despite logic screaming at him to the contrary, before him, holding his had with the talisman, was Lena. “But, how?!”

“Magica displaced me out of time!” she yelled, “But she forgot something! She displaced me with my amulet!” she pulled the mentioned object out of her shirt with her other hand, “If you know the right spells, it’s really easy to replace your self! And I’m not gonna let you do this part alone!”

“And how are you gonna do that?” Magica’s voice jeered out of nowhere, loudest in Dewey’s head where the link lived, beating and fighting against the attack against its existence. “He doesn’t even have the strength to do it, how can you help him?”

“The talisman’s powers have a loophole!”

Dewey’s eyes widened as he realized what Lena was talking about.

“The Debtors Share! But Lena, you can’t”

“You’re my best friend, idiot!” She shouted back, hot tears just starting to spill out of her eyes. “I’m not letting you get hurt!”

“It’ll destroy you!”

“And it’ll leave you an empty shell! You were the first person to actually care about me and give me the time of day, I’m not going to lose you!”

“Lena, please!” Dewey’s voice was sore from he yelling and crying, and filled with a desperate sorrow, “Just leave me be! Let me deal with the consequences of my actions!”

“My purpose in life since the day I was born was to destroy!” Despair. That is what was in Lena’s voice at that moment, what consumed her voice, what was her voice. “All day, every day! Destroy this, break that, bring vengeance upon McDuck! I have done nothing good in all of my years of existence! I don’t care if I’ll be destroyed, let me help you! Let me do this one good thing in my life! Let me die knowing I saved someone’s life, instead of live for years knowing I let my best friend die without trying to do something! Please Dewey! Let me save your life!”

“Oh, pa-leease!” Magica once again inserted herself where she did not belong, “do you actually think this will work? Erasing the bond inside of your head? IT’S MAGIC! It doesn’t work like that.”

She was ignored though, wholly and foundedly ignored. The young ducklings looked into each other’s eyes, conveying everything and nothing in a single, sorrowful look as saltwater rain filled the air.

“Alright.”

It was barely a whisper, hardly even a noise, yet in the screams and destruction around them, in the eye of the storm, in the little bubble of a world that they three were in, it was the loudest sound of all.

“Save my life.”

“What?!” Magica’s voice was surprised, worried even. She hadn’t expected that, hadn’t wanted that. That’s not what was supposed to happen!

Lena and Dewey kept ignoring her though, as they put their very souls into purging her from this world, into freeing Dewey of the devils deal he had made in a fit of rage.

“Oh come ooon! That’s not how this works!” Magica protested, trying to gain their attention, “you can’t just break a magical bargain like that! You have to uphold your end of the deal, dumb-dumbs!” that wasn’t true though, she was just stalling, trying to get as much time as possible so that she might regain the strength to take over Dewey’s body and mind once more.

“You can’t do that!” she screeched.

A faint glow emitted from the kids’ joint hands.

“Stop it!” she howled.

A light was also born around their heads, like twin halos, growing into radiance.

“NO!” she wailed in despair.

The magic of the talisman soon engulfed the ducklings, illuminating their sad smiling faces and wiping away their tears.

“NO!”

The rest of the world was gone, it was just them, the talisman, and the white that had replaced the world, even Magica was fading.

“NOOOOOO!” The last crys of the witch echoed through the white as the friends opened their eyes to look at each other for the last time.

“Thank you, “ Lena spoke, even as the whiteness began to claim her, “for being my best friend.”

And Dewey watched as the person who had dared to get to know him even as everyone else labelled him a loser, the person who had sat up late at night and answered his phone calls to listen as he rambled about the fears and insecurities he dare not tell his brothers or Uncle, the best friend he ever had dissipated into blue as the whiteness grew brighter.

And Dewey knew no more.

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thoughts?????

#ducktales #au #dewey #lena #time travel #season 1 rewrite #kinda #first story posted on the internet #tell me what you think #ducktales au

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pilyarquitect · 4 years

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War for Genius - 6.- Awake among enemies

I’ve been waiting to publish this chapter since I started to translate the story. This is maybe (if not my favourite) one of my favourite chapters, and for that reason, I’d like to thank @empro-8 for editing it and make it better than it was at the begining. You’re really helping me and I’m so glad for this.

Now, I really hope that you all will enjoy this chapter ;)

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Huey felt dizzy, his head was spinning so much that he felt as if he had just ridden a roller coaster twenty times in a row. What had he been doing before falling asleep?

Suddenly a noise caught his attention, in fact, it was a set of soft strokes, like those of fingers against a touch screen. Was Louie looking for something on his phone? Why was he doing it so close to his bed? Moving, the duckling rolled to his back and slowly opened his eyes. What he saw surprised him. The roof was much farther than usual, which was weird. He slept on the top bunk, and he could almost touch the ceiling just by reaching out. Where was he?!

It was in that moment that he remembered the events that happened before losing consciousness. The discovery of being alone in the park, the smoke bomb, feeling weak, and finally losing consciousness in the grass. Had he been kidnapped?! Where were his brothers? Was Webby and Lena here too? Where is ‘here’, exactly?

Fully awake now, the older triplet sat up suddenly. In doing so, Huey found himself staring at a wall with a huge ‘W’ painted on it. Was he in-?

"Hey, I see you’ve finally woken up." said a voice to his right. Huey was petrified, because he immediately recognized that voice.

Turning slowly, the little duck dressed in red found himself looking into the eyes of Waddle’s CEO.

"Mark?!"

"The one and only,” replied the billionaire parrot. Huey recoiled in disgust. He had really hoped to never see him again.

Beaks, smartphone still in his hand, was observing with a smile which could be considered sinister. Huey frowned. Why had he taken him to Waddle? What did he want from him? And where were the others?

As if he could read his thoughts, he spoke again, saying:

“I guess you’re wondering what you’re doing here… Huey, isn't it? Well before I tell you, let me say that your brothers and friends aren’t here. We're alone.”

Huey couldn't help letting out a relieved sigh and a slight smile. At least the others weren’t prisoners of that crazy bird. They were safe, that was the most important thing for him.

Clearing his throat, the Waddle's CEO caught the young duck's attention and when he made sure the boy was watching him, he said:

“I’ve brought you here so that… you could work for me.”

Huey was instantly furious, was that parrot still going on with that? Couldn't he accept no for an answer? Huey rolled out of the bed in which Mark had laid him down on and once stood, he crossed his arms angrily and said:

"My answer is still NO! I’ll never work for you Beaks." He punctuated the last part by jabbing a finger toward him.

Mark only smiled and shook his head. That surprised the young duck. Did Beaks know something he didn’t? The parrot again focused on Huey, only this time without smiling. He seemed angry, and Huey felt a chill run down his back because of the way he looked at him. When Mark spoke, his voice was cold and hard:

“No, no, I see you don't understand. It's not an offer this time, you have no choice. Either you work for me or you will never leave this place.”

Huey felt fear, although he tried his best to hide it. He couldn't let Beaks know that he was scared, and knowing how a bad liar he was, he was aware that it’d be very difficult to fool Beaks.

Huey frowned and looked past Beaks. Behind him, he could see the door was open. Maybe he didn't have to pretend, not if he could escape! So, with a smile, the duck looked at Beaks again and in a mischievous voice said:

"Oh really? Well, look how I do it!”

The young duck ran out of the room. It took a brief moment to get his bearings. He was on the ninth floor of the building, according to the sign next to the slide. The slide would lead him to the seventh floor, and from there he just had to follow the path that he was mentally tracing out.

Huey was so glad that he studied the building’s infrastructure while he was interning there. The information Dewey called ‘useless’ was now proving to be very helpful.

The young duck ran and ran. If he didn’t hurry, the guards could take him and bring him back, and that was something he couldn’t allow. If he fell back into Beaks’ hands, the parrot wouldn’t let him escape again. He had to take that chance while he had it.

But while he was running, Huey noticed something very strange. There wasn’t a single worker around. Where was everybody? Reflecting on it, the ten-year-old boy thought he had been kidnapped on Saturday, which meant that today was Sunday. So, being Sunday, maybe they all had the day off? But Huey wasn’t fully convinced. There should be someone chasing him, at least, and not a soul could be seen anywhere.

Huey shook his head. He couldn’t think about that now. He had to escape and return to his home, or at least find a phone to alert the police. Not long now, he would soon be on the ground floor and once there, the only thing he had to do was run to the entrance and once outside he could...

The duckling stopped dead at the sight he received. Instead of seeing Duckburg's buildings, what appeared before his eyes was a large, leafy forest. How was that possible? If the building he’d just left was the Waddle building, how could he be in the middle of a forest?

Huey was so confused that he didn’t realize that someone was approaching from behind until they grabbed by the collar of the shirt and lifted him off the ground. Shortly after, he was immobilized by a string and muscular arm that wrapped around him and omen, keeping him pinned to whoever had caught him.

Great, he’d been caught again. The ten-year-old boy struggled, trying to escape his captor, but his efforts were useless. Seeing that it was a waste of time, Huey stopped moving. It’d do no good for him if he wasted all his strength by struggling. He’d have to find another chance to escape.

Resigned, the little duck dressed in red looked up to see who had caught him, and his eyes widened in recognition.

"Falcon Graves?"

The hawk looked the duckling in the eye. His gaze was cold and distant.

Huey shuddered at that look, but he didn't have much time to focus on it, because Beaks' voice soon reached his ears when the parrot spoke:

“Yes, that's right, hadn't I told you? I hired him to kidnap you.”

Huey looked first at Mark and then again at Graves. In a slightly trembling voice, he asked the hawk:

"B-but I thought you were a business saboteur, t-that you only stole secrets for whoever hired you.”

The hawk looked at him again and began to answer:

"Yes, that's right young one, but-"

Graves was suddenly interrupted by Beaks who explained in a cheerful and carefree voice:

“What happens is that I convinced him by saying that there were many secrets in your head that would be available to whatever company you decide to work for in the future, and that I wanted those secrets before anyone else could have them. So, kidnapping you was technically stealing future business secrets. It's what I call… an investment for the future.”

Huey frowned, his arms were free, so, raising his right arm, he pointed at Beaks while asking Falcon:

"Did you really accept this job from him? He’s the worst!"

The hawk snorted and replied:

"It may not be the most ethical, but it’s well paid."

Beaks waved their conversation away, stepping in front and gesturing to the forest around them:

"Hey that's good, anyway, now that that’s all clear, I guess you may have realized that we aren’t in Duckburg anymore."

Naturally he’d said that looking at Huey, who simply remained silent and glared at Waddle’s CEO.

Before the duck’s intentional silence, Beaks shrugged, saying:

"I'll take it as a yes. Well, what you see here is a prototype of the Waddle building that I had built when I started making my fortune."

Huey raised an eyebrow and asked:

"A prototype?"

Beaks nodded and replied:

“Yes, something like a real-scale model of the design that I wanted for my company. I had it built to see if I liked the look, and look, I did! I liked it so much I had it built the same exact way back in Duckburg.”

Huey looked around. If this building was identical to Duckburg's, then maybe he could find a way to communicate with his family, but before doing that, he’d have to tell them where exactly he was. So, in an innocent voice, the red-clad triplet asked:

"Okay and where did you build this prototype?"

Beaks, who had returned his attention to his mobile phone, replied:

"I had it built on- Oh! You're very smart boy, you almost get me to tell you where we are, but no, I've contained myself on time, I'm the best!”

Huey let out a sigh, his plan had failed. Maybe Beaks was smarter than he seemed. Trying to hide his disappointment at not getting an answer, the duckling listened as Mark continued, saying:

“The location of this place is secret, nobody knows that this building exists! And, in fact, nobody knows that this land is my property. I personally made sure that it wouldn’t appear in any register, so nobody knows that you are here Huey."

This last statement made the efforts to hide his fear crumble away, and the little duckling felt his eyes widen with horror and tears were beginning to form in them, although he refused to let them flow freely. He didn't want Beaks or Graves to see him cry.

In addition, the duckling also felt that his heart accelerated as did his breathing. If they couldn't find him, what would happen to him?

Urging Falcon Graves to follow him, Beaks spoke then:

"Come on, let's go.”

Inside the building, Mark led the way to a room. He opened the door and allowed the falcon to pass through with Huey, closing it behind them. Inside the room there was a large meeting table with chairs around it. Beaks then told Graves to sit Huey at the head. The hawk did so, and after leaving the child there, he put a hand on his shoulder, exerting slight pressure to prevent the duckling from moving. Turning to Beaks he asked:

"Wouldn't it be better to tie him up to prevent him from escaping?"

Mark looked at Huey and then breezily replied:

"No, I don't think it's necessary, this kid is smart enough to know he can't escape, I don't think he’ll try anything."

Falcon nodded and released Huey's shoulder. The triplet dressed in red was relieved to know that they wouldn’t tie him. It was like a little consolation in his bad situation. But on the other hand, it made him angry that Beaks seemed to know him so well. How had he learned all that about him?

Huey glared at the table’s surface, hands firmly in lap, he refused to look at either of the two birds watching him. Why had Beaks taken them to this room? What was going to happen next? Suddenly something entered his vision’s field. Some kind of printed document.

Looking up, the young duck saw that it was Beaks who had handed him that document. Huey looked at Waddle's CEO with narrowed eyes. What were those papers that Beaks was shoving in his face?

The parrot seemed to understand the inner question that the boy asked himself, and said:

“This is a contract for you to sign it and work for me.”

Seriously? Didn't he ever give up? Huey frowned further; he saw there was a pen clipped to the paper. The duckling dressed in red had no intention of signing that contract. Even if he did, it wouldn’t be valid. He was a minor, for all his feathers, it could only be valid if it was his uncle Donald who signed it, and he knew perfectly well that his uncle would never do anything like that. Couldn't Beaks see that?

The older triplet took the document with both hands and stupefied Waddle’s CEO by tearing it in half, then again, and again. When he finished, he left the pieces on the table in front of Mark Beaks. Having done this, the duck looked defiant at the parrot.

"This is my answer.” he added, crossing his arms.

From somewhere behind him, Huey heard Graves giggle slightly, which made him smile internally.

But the moment of joy didn’t last long, because suddenly and without warning, Huey felt that he was pushed back, immobilized in the chair. The action was so sudden that it made him close his eyes, and when he opened them again, he found himself looking at Mark Beaks' hateful face. At that moment, Huey had a hard time breathing and felt that drops of sweat had accumulated on his forehead. What was Beaks going to do to him?

The Waddle’s CEO never looked away from the terrified duckling as he said harshly:

“I’ve tried to do this for the nice way, giving you plenty of chances to work for me legally and fairly, but you’ve refused to do so. Well, my patience has run out Huey! I’ll get what I want, and I want you be under my orders forever.”

That said, the parrot pulled away and grabbed Huey by the arm, dragging him out of the chair and to who knew where. Huey tried to resist, but it was useless. Even being a tall and gangly parrot, Beaks was much stronger than he seemed.

The parrot marched through the halls of the building, pulling Huey like a dog on a leash until he stopped in front of a door, which opened to reveal a small room without windows, not even lights, it looked like a small closet.

Huey gulped, fearing what Beaks intended to do next. Mark gave one last gate-filled glare before saying:

"You're going to work for me Huey, one way or another.”

And with that, the parrot threw the boy into the small space and locked the door, leaving the terrified duckling in completely alone in the dark.

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Welp here ends this chapter, I'd like to know how many of you thought that Huey was actually in Waddle at Duckburg, did I surprised you having him into a totally different place? Please tell me. Okay, more things will happen (and not good, at least not for Huey). For those who guessed that Graves was the kidnapper, good job, and of course, he did it because he was hired for Beaks (ironical after what happened the last time that both saw each other).

To be honest, I don’t really remember how the idea of having Huey tearing the contract into pieces came to my mind, but when I got the idea, I couldn’t let it go, I needed to write it.

I hope you all liked this chapter, if so, please don’t forget to leave a review, I always love to know what people think. In fact, I'm excited to know what do you think about this one :D

#ducktales 2017 #fanfic #war for genius #Huey Duck #Mark Beaks #falcon graves #Beaks can also be scary #I hope that there'll be unexpected things for the readers #please enjoy

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crimsoncobaltblue · 5 years

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Joint Custody - Huebby (Alternate Meeting AU)

(Oof this is late but this is for Art! I hope you had a happy birthday @artproductionsofficial ! You had written a lil Huebby fic on Discord and that was kinda my inspiration for this. I hope ya like it! :3 Oh and this fic is kind of like Alternate Meeting AU I guess. Tbh I just randomly thought of this at like 1 am xD)

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Huey strolled up to the library, a stack of books in his arms.

He strained to see over the stack of books he had to return but, by some miracle, he made it to the book return box outside the building.

Huey sighed, relieved to have gotten rid of the heavy load finally. “Thanks for all the help, you guys.” Huey turned toward his brothers, sarcasm pouring from his voice.

“No problem.” Louie responded nonchalantly, smiling absently at his phone.

Dewey was simply just staring at the library, a look of confusion on his face. Huey guessed that Dewey never knew there was a library here.

“Do we have to go inside?” Dewey asked as he gazed longingly at the park a block away from here.

Huey sighed. It would be easier to look out for his brothers if they were all together in the same place. Besides it would keep Uncle Donald from scolding him. However, Huey noticed Dewey was literally bouncing on his heels, ready to run toward the park that he was still staring at.

Huey decided it would be better for them to split up. Huey would get in more trouble if he let Dewey run around a library instead of just letting him go to the park.

“No, Dewey, you can go to the park. Louie has to go with you though.” Huey said, with a nod, as if he were agreeing with himself.

“Aw, man! I wanted to sit in the nice air-conditioned library instead! Come on Huey!” Louie complained.

Huey shook his head. “I’ll just run inside and get the book I came for, then I’ll meet you in the park.” Huey said before he added, “That way we’ll all suffer together. Just as all families should.”

Dewey chuckled a little. “I don’t know what you guys are meaning, it’d be so boring in there! That would be where we’d truly suffer.” Dewey claimed.

Huey and Louie looked at each other with matching faces that read “Is he serious?”

Huey held in a sigh. “Alright, I’ll see you over there in a bit.” Huey turned away and started up the stairs.

“Hey, Louie,” Dewey asked and Louie glances up from his phone. “Wanna race?” Dewey asked.

“No.”

“Alright! Ready, set,” Dewey paused in his starting, looking at Louie expectantly.

Louie rolled his eyes, seemingly deciding to humor him. “Go!” He said loudly and Dewey took off. Louie shook his head, obviously smiling a bit at his brother’s ridiculous actions.

Huey smiled at that interaction. ‘I’m glad I stopped long enough to see that, those two seriously don’t interact enough,’ he thought as he turned and jogged up the rest of the stairs, past the big stone lions, and through the large wooden doors.

Huey breathed in deeply as he stepped inside. There was always something so great about the smell of libraries and bookstores. Something comforting.

Huey strode past the check-out desk and into the labyrinth of book shelves, like how Theseus did in search of the Minotaur. Only less dangerous and with books instead of whatever the labyrinth was made of.

Huey reminded himself he’d probably have to reread that myth since he couldn’t remember what the labyrinth was made of. Honestly he was slipping.

He paused as he finally found the biography section. ‘Another day, Theseus,’ he thought as he started looking for a specific biography. ‘I’ve got a different hero to read about this time.’

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Huey focused his thoughts on looking for the right biography: The Complete Life of Scrooge McDuck.

He had read many of Scrooge McDuck’s biographies but reading this book would help fill in some blanks made from skipping over some of his biographies since the library didn’t always have them all. He shook his head to clear away the thoughts. He hated that he skipped some of those books.

Huey gasped a little and smiled, seeing the enormous book right there in front of him. It had to be seven hundred pages at least! It was glorious! Huey reached for the book only to find someone else’s hand already there.

He turned to his right and saw a girl. He was surprised he hadn’t noticed her.

“How long have you been here?” He asked her.

She looked confused. “Um. I’ve been in this aisle longer than you have?” She answered hesitantly as she pointed to a mini throne made of books just a short ways down the aisle.

“Oh.” Huey said, looking her over. She was around his age and height. She had short hair with a pink bow in it. And her hair looked kind of ruffled, like she had been here and fallen asleep.

“Sorry.” He said, remembering his manners. “I’m Huey.” He held out his hand for her to shake.

“Hi, I’m Webby!” She said loudly and Huey retracted his hand and shushed her.

“Sorry!” She whisper-yelled and Huey made sure no one seemed disturbed. Thankfully no one was. He turned back to her kicking her foot at the hardwood floors sheepishly.

Huey blushed, suddenly realizing that this girl was actually kind of cute.

He shook his head. He couldn’t be thinking that way, otherwise he’d walk out of this library and his brother would see him blushing and tease him endlessly. He really didn’t feel like being teased right now.

“Anyways,” Huey said with a cough. “I’ll just take my book here and leave to your book throne over there... Your Highness?” Huey tried to be funny but it came off as weird. Huey wished he could slap himself.

The girl, Webby, thankfully laughed a little bit though. Huey smiled back, praying his face wasn’t as red as it felt. “No, I’m afraid you can’t leave with that book.” Webby said, still laughing.

Huey raised an eyebrow at her. “And why not?”

Webby pulled herself together and hefted the book into her arms from the shelf. “Because, I put my hand on it first. And I’ve been waiting here to read this book for my research.”

Huey gave her a questioning look. She had obviously fallen asleep in that book throne, and took the time to build a book throne so he doubted she was taking her “research” seriously.

“Well I’m sorry to hear that Webby, but I’ve been waiting for weeks to come and get that book.”

They both glared at each other for a minute. Huey despised the fact that he had thought she was cute earlier.

“There isn’t a second copy, is there?” Huey asked.

They both looked at the bookshelf and saw none even close to the size of the book Webby held.

“Why don’t we ask the librarian?” Huey suggested.

Webby thought for a moment before nodding. “Fine, I’ll have to persuade the librarian to become my ally in this fight.” She said seriously.

“Yeah, alright,” He said absentmindedly, already trying to make a case for himself.

———————

“Sorry,” the librarian, Janice, said as her intimidating assistant set the book on the counter. Jerry, her assistant was an enomorous bear and even he gave a noise at picking up the book.

Huey held up one hand. “Um, ‘sorry that there isn’t a second copy’ or ‘sorry, you’re afraid Webby here can’t have this book’?” He questioned.

Webby piped up. “Excuse me, I think it’s probably going to be ‘sorry, you’re afraid Huebert here can’t have this book but I totally can.’” Webby said while sending Huey a glare.

Huey looked at her surprised. “How did you know my name is Huebert?” He hadn’t told her his real name, and it wasn’t a common name either.

She looked at him like he was crazy before the librarian cleared her throat and that prevented Webby’s explaination.

“Sorry to all three of your guesses. We don’t have a second copy available and neither of you are allowed to take it home.”

“WHAT??” They both yelled, only to be immediately shushed by basically the entire library.

“Why not?” They both asked at the same time. Huey tried to pretend it wasn’t too weird.

Janice looked bored. “Huey, you have too many books checked out-“

“I put them in the return box today!” He interrupted.

“They aren’t technically checked back in until they’ve been brought inside from the book box.”

Huey felt an embarrassed blush rise up as Webby snickered.

“And you Webbigail,” Janice turned her ruthless words toward the girl duckling. “have a horrible habit of losing books and since this is our only copy, I can’t let you check it out.”

Huey started to chuckle at seeing Webby blush a bit.

“I told you, Janice! That manticore really did steal all those books-“ Webby started but Janice cut her off.

“I’ve heard your stories before, Webbigail. Now,” Janice settled into her seat. “You two are free to read the book here, I’ll even put it on hold so that way you two can come back tomorrow and finish it without anyone else checking it out. Find a way to share. Off you go now.” Janice turned away from them as her silent assistant Jerry the bear handed Huey the book.

Webby stormed toward the tables and chairs but not before calling back, “Why couldn’t you help a fellow book worm out?”

Janice the book worm didn’t look at her. “I would be insulted that you called yourself a book worm if I actually cared. Sorry.” Janice replied, adjusting her glasses with the end of her body.

Webby deflated with a sigh.

Huey was secretly impressed with Webby though. Janice had kind of intimidated him with her words but Webby’s yelling at her made him want to laugh in triumph.

“Let’s find a table to read at.” Huey said, heading toward a small table.

“Alright.” She said giving in. Huey sat down and Webby took the seat right next to him so they could read it. “Why do you even want to read this book anyways?” Webby asked.

Huey paused, trying to think of the best way to word this. “Scrooge McDuck is kind of my hero, I guess. He’s like a modern day version of those old Greek heroes only he never dies or gets tricked. He always thinks his way out of a situation and I admire that I suppose.” Huey explained, feeling a blush creep up on him again.

Webby smiled and nodded, obviously struggling to hold back her excitement. “That’s cool! Scrooge McDuck is my hero too! The way he can fight and all the adventures he’s gone on! ALL THE COOL MYTHICAL ANIMALS!!” She yelled and Huey shushed her again, smiling bashfully at passers by.

“Sorry!” She whisper yelled again.

“You really should work on your inside voice.” Huey said. Normally, he would be annoyed with that kind of thing, but with her, it was just plain endearing.

“What’s an inside voice?” She asked, tilting her head in an adorable way. Huey laughed a little bit.

‘Gosh what am I thinking? Endearing? Adorable? Really? Since when did you start crushing on this girl?’ Huey scolded himself.

‘Since the moment you met her. Duh.’ Huey’s mind whispered back and he rolled his eyes a bit.

‘Shut up brain.’ He retorted before realizing he was absolutely insane for arguing with his mind.

“No, seriously,” Webby’s voice brought him back to reality. “What’s an inside voice?” She looked very confused but Huey only shook his head.

“Never mind about that, let’s get to reading.”

Webby still seemed very confused but she simply shrugged and turned her full smile on the cover of the book, clearly excited to get to read it.

Huey understood that feeling, and he struggled not to smile at her awed gazed at the book.

——————

“Wait! Wait! Don’t turn the page yet!” Webby said loudly. Huey would’ve hushed her again but after an hour of reading with her, he gave up on trying to get her to quiet down. At least now the other people here had learned to just ignore her.

“I’ve been reading as slowly as I can, Webby. Why do you read so slow?” He asked.

“Because I have to absorb all this information for my research.” She replied, sounding very proud of her so called research.

Huey still had his doubts about how seriously she took her research.

“And just what are you researching?” Huey questioned and Webby’s eyes gleamed with excitement. Huey sighed, immediately realizing he may have just made a mistake.

“I’m researching the entire McDuck family.” She said in hushed tones.

This made Huey pay attention. This was the first time she managed to keep her voice down low.

“I mean, Scrooge McDuck is great for sure! And he’s my hero! But the rest of his family can be just as interesting once you start looking.” She explained in a mysterious way that made Huey want to start his own research.

“You’re joking right?” Huey said, trying to curb his hopes. He doubted Scrooge McDuck’s family is as interesting as she says.

“No way.” She looked serious as she spoke. She paused, thinking for a minute. “You see how big this book is?” She asked and Huey nodded, intrigued as to where she was going with this.

“This would probably be the size of the first volume in a set on all the incredible, interesting, mysteriously magical things the entire McDuck clan has done.”

Huey felt his heart leap at the thought of that many amazing stories. Scrooge had several biographies out about his adventures but there were none on his relatives. Huey hadn’t really cared to know about Scrooge McDuck’s relatives. Until now that is.

“Really?” He asked awestruck. Webby nodded, a huge grin plastered on her face.

“Really.” She said as she turned to the next page, her hand brushing his and Huey felt the red return to his face.

“Huey?” Louie said, standing a few feet away from the table.

“Louie!” Huey yelled and was immediately hushed by everyone, including Webby.

“What are you doing here?” Huey asked, his hands on the table as he stood from his chair.

Louie glared at his brother. “I had to use the bathroom and you’ve been in here for like three hours. Even Dewey was starting to get bored at the park.”

Huey winced, feeling bad that he forgot to meet them. “Sorry, Louie. I couldn’t check out the book so I started reading it here and lost track of time I guess.”

“Hi, I’m Webby by the way!” Webby introduces herself to Louie, walking up and shaking his hand.

Louie straightened up a little. “Good to meet ya.” He said politely before turning to Huey again. “We gotta go Huey. Uncle Donald is going to kill us.” Louie said and Webby gasped, but Huey ignored it.

“No he won’t. I’ll take care of it.” Huey sighed and Louie nodded.

“Alright, I’ll wait outside for ya,” Louie said before leaning in close to Huey and mumbling, “But try not to take too long with her this time, alright dude?” Louie said with a small evil grin.

Huey’s face went as red at his shirt. “Shut. Up. Go on outside.” He retorted back quietly and Louie laughed.

“As you wish, Huebert!” He teased before striding toward the door.

“Huey, are you alright? Your face is red.” Webby asked, making Huey’s face redder. She gasped. “OH NO! Do you have heat stroke?!?” She exclaimed and Huey shushed her for the billionth time. He was starting to get used to doing that.

“No I-I am fine. Perfectly fine. Good.” He stumbled over his words and Webby didn’t seem to believe him but she shrugged.

“Okay then.” She settled it. “Well, I’ll see you later Huey! Don’t forget we have to finish this book together!” She said with a smile and Huey couldn’t help but grin back.

Her happiness was pretty contagious, what could he say?

“I won’t, I promise. But I might be grounded forever if I don’t leave right now.” Huey said jokingly but Webby gasped seriously.

“Then get home Huey! OH WAIT!” She yelled before quickly finding a pen and a piece of paper. She scribbled something down.

“This is my address. I don’t have a phone so this is the next best thing.” She handed him the piece of paper with a smile. She seemed to smile a lot.

Not that Huey minded, of course.

“Thanks Webby, I’ll be in touch. Bye!” He said, feeling anxious to get home and try and talk Uncle Donald out of grounding him.

“Bye!” He heard her yell, only to be shushed again.

“Sorry!” He heard her say right before he pushed through the doors and out onto the sidewalk where he saw his brothers.

Both looked sweaty from being out in the sun for a few hours. Dewey looked the most bedraggled. He seriously looked like a hobo.

Louie looked like a guy that was very close to becoming a hobo.

Huey still smiled at them. They were his brothers, he couldn’t help it. They got on his absolute last nerve at times but he still loved them. Plus he was in a good mood now.

“There’s the lover boy! Making goo goo eyes at that Webby girl in there!” Dewey said, before turning around, hugging himself, and moving his hands up and down his back obnoxiously.

“Shut up Dewey! And Louie! You told him?” Huey demanded, embarrassed but not surprised.

“Naturally. Of course he beat it out of me. I came out of the library laughing so much that Dewey apparently couldn’t stand not knowing.” Louie explained with a smirk and Huey grumbled.

“Aw it’s alright Huey,” Dewey said with a grin. “If you’re feeling upset you can always talk to Webby about it.” Dewey made more obnoxious kissing noises.

Huey rolled his eyes and sighed, annoyed by their teasing. But at the same time, he didn’t mind it as much. Webby’s adorably goofy grin flashed in his mind.

“Look at that smile, Dewey,” Louie pointed at Huey while laughing so much he was basically wheezing. “He’s thinking about her! Oh, Huebert has it bad now!” Dewey started laughing along with Louie and Huey huffed.

“Alright you two idiots, you keep this up and I’ll just let Uncle Donald punish you how he seems fit.” Huey threatened and they quickly started pulling themselves together.

“Alright, alright, sorry Huey, we’re good. For now.” Louie said as Dewey was still trying to stop his chuckles.

Huey glanced at the address Webby had given him. Something about that address seemed really familiar.

Huey looked back up at his brothers and started walking. “Alright, let’s get home before Uncle Donald comes and finds us.” Huey said and he heard his brothers fall in behind him.

Huey pulled out his phone from his pocket and quickly typed in the address.

Huey held in the biggest gasp he had ever felt as the McDuck Mansion popped up as the address location.

Huey refreshes the page about thirty times and nothing changed. He triple checked that he had spelled it right. It was.

‘If this thing is right,’ Huey thought seriously. ‘Then apparently the McDuck family isn’t the only one with mysterious secrets.’

Huey put his phone and the paper into his pocket and smiled a little bit as his mind started to plan on he’d try to research on his own. Who knows? Maybe it might impress her if he managed to find out just who she is.

Huey glanced back at the library and he swore he saw a glimpse of a pink bow going down the steps.

He looked forward, completely ignoring the teasing of his brothers behind him.

He had at least one good mystery to solve now, and it mainly focused on a duck named Webby.

———————

(Ok so wow I didn’t expect this to end up the way it did but I actually kinda like it? I might continue this maybe XD Who knows? I certainly don’t but yeah, this is for Art! Happy late birthday Art!! Sorry I couldn’t get this to ya yesterday, let’s just say some incidents occurred lol x3 Hope you enjoy! Love ya my dude :P)

#huebby #huey #webby #ducktales #huey x webby #huey dewey and louie #library #books #huey duck #webby vanderquack #alternate meeting au #oof #my writing #HAPPY BIRTHDAY ART!!#:3

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drummergirl231-2 · 5 years

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^I’m sad my phone gave the picture this weird cold discoloration, but oh well. So after my post analyzing whether or not Della may be suffering from PTSD, @icantescapethefandomlife and @turtleduckdog and I started talking back and forth in the comments, and we are in agreement Della getting a service doggo would pretty much be the best.

We all love the idea of it being a golden lab, too. I mean how can you not love golden lab puppies? They’re SO cute, and they’re great service dogs. turtleduckdog brought up the breed first, and I’d already been thinking of it, and icantescapethefandomlife agreed it’d be adorable.

I love the idea of it being a three-legged dog so she can match Della, but I had to do a little research on whether or not tripod puppers are up to the task of being service dogs. From my research, I’ve concluded that if Della’s struggle were one of mobility, getting a dog with the same disability would not be ideal. If Della needed to physically lean on a dog or have the dog bring her things or perform other physical tasks all day, a four-legged dog would be the way to go. Since, however, Della gets around really well and her main struggle would be PTSD, a tripod doggo would be more than up to the tasks of waking her from nightmares, bringing her out of flashbacks, calming her down when she’s anxious, or cheering her up when she’s down. I’m not 100% sure how a tripod dog would handle adventures, but for the most part, dogs adapt to missing a back leg really well.

Update: I didn’t even realize when I drew and colored this, but the awareness color for PTSD is kind of a teal/aqua blue and while you can’t totally tell by the way the colors turned out in this picture, that’s the color of the collar I gave the puppy. I probably should have colored it a little darker so it shows up better.

As for how Della gets her pup, we’ve come up with a few ideas.

icantescapethefandomlife was thinking it’d be interesting to see an episode where Della gets the dog but is kinda mad about it at first, thinking maybe the dog would hold her back on adventures, but slowly she’d learn to accept the dog and accept her own current limitations. I think this option would also be interesting because Della might initially be in denial of her need of a dog because she’s afraid to admit she needs help and thinks dogs are just for the bad cases, so she’d have to come to terms with how bad things have gotten while also gaining hope that things will get better.

I have two other ideas for Della getting a doggo and they’re a bit fluffier (the ideas, not the doggo), because in these instances Della loves the pup immediately.

One is that Della isn’t necessarily thinking of getting a service dog, but she finds out about a three-legged puppy up for adoption and she drags Scrooge down to the shelter and begs for her, and Scrooge says he’ll have to think about it. But as they turn to leave, the puppy whines and Della turns right around and sits in front of the puppy’s kennel again, crying “Did you hear that? She called me ‘Mama!’” And Scrooge would know once her maternal instincts were involved, it was all over. So they bring her home and Della walks into the boys’ room and says, “Boys... I have some pretty big news... what do you think of getting a new little sibling?” and the boys would be like, “Wait, WHAT?!” not sure if she’s adopting, somehow gravid, joking, or what. But then Scrooge walks in with the puppy and she goes, “Meet your new sister!” She’d totally psych them out like that. XD And while Della didn’t think of getting a service dog but only got this puppy because she felt a connection, over time the puppy would start doing service dog things all on her own like waking Della from nightmares or calming her down because she’s that good of a doggo.

My other idea is that it’s Donald’s idea to get Della a service dog. Maybe one night Della’s screams wake up half the mansion and Scrooge, Beakley, and Webby rush to her room and wake her from a nightmare. Beakley and Scrooge tell Webby to go back to bed, but instead Webby runs out to the houseboat to get Donald, and Donald brings his sleeping bag in the house and rolls it out on the other side of Della’s bed. And when Della admits she’s been having a lot of nightmares and not sleeping well after waking up from them, Donald camping in her room becomes a regular thing. But after a while, he realizes Della’s going to need to be a little more independent from him. Things are going well with Daisy, and he’s a future-oriented guy. Suppose he marries Daisy someday? What’s he gonna do, canoodle with his wifey and then crash in his sister’s room? That sounds weird, even to him. So, he talks to Scrooge about getting Della a service dog, and Scrooge agrees. The fact they found a puppy that recently had to have its back left leg amputated just made it seem like fate, and for their next birthday, or Christmas, or Mother’s Day or whatever’s closest, they give Della her puppy. She takes a the lid off a box (with air holes in the back) and gasps when she sees the pupper. She looks back and forth from Scrooge to Donald to Beakley like, does she really get to keep a puppy? And she turns her attention back to the pup already licking her hands and says, “Awwwww... hey little guy... or girl?” and when she lifts the puppy out of the box to check, that’s when she sees she’s missing a leg, and that’s when Della starts crying.

icantescapethefandomlife said while the dog would spend nearly all her time with Della, Dewey and Webby would love to play with her (she wouldn’t need to be 100% focused on Della 100% of the time like service dogs for certain other conditions because she can’t prevent Della’s triggers, only comfort her once they’ve occurred). Huey would research proper care for labs and tripod doggos, but also want to spoil her a little, and Donald and Della would have many pictures on their phones of Louie napping with her on the couch.

All that to say, Della having a service dog would be great representation and super insanely cute.

#givedellaadoggo2020 #ducktales della #ducktales fanart #dg fanart #ducktales 2017 #ducktales

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adamarinayu · 6 years

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So with thing where everyone hated Paperinik, and Donald retired. What if Paperinik took a bullet for Scrooge and was like, bleeding out. And he accidentally lets something slip because he's focused on not dying.

Straight-up had to pause everything else just to write something for this, thanks.

It was supposed to be a normal adventure with his nephew and the children- with Donald, Huey, Dewey, Louie and Webby. A normal adventure with Donald, Huey, Dewey, Louie and Webby, however, would mean Donald was there, snapping at Scrooge for getting them in danger.

Again.

Donald was not there snapping at Scrooge for getting them in danger again. Instead it was Paperinik.

The masked menace of Duckburg who disappeared nearly thirteen years before.

“I can’t believe you got your children put in danger- AGAIN!” Paperinik hissed, holding his shield up to block Glomgold’s onslaught. The children were quietly being ushered away behind debris by Launchpad, the pilot’s sidekick senses kicking in at the sight of a self-proclaimed hero (even if it wasn’t his hero).

“I didn’t ask ye tae come here!” Scrooge snapped in response, eyes scanning around for his nephew. Where was he?!

“Come on, old man, we gotta go. Forget the treasure-”

“This isn’t about the treasure!” Scrooge interrupted the other duck. “Where’s me nephew?”

“The kids have been taken back to your plane already,” PK said impatiently, grabbing the old duck’s arm and shoving him beside a collapsed stone wall. “You’re lucky I was here or else you’d be swiss cheese right now!”

“Donald!” Scrooge said, glaring at PK. The other duck’s eyes widened slightly. “Donald was here, ye menace, I need tae find him before Glomgold!”

“He’s safe!” PK insisted, grabbing and holding onto Scrooge’s arm before he could run out into the open cavern again. The shooting fell away, probably out of bullets. Glomgold’s Scottish cursing as he fumbled with the gun only confirmed it.

Glomgold meant business this time, it seemed.

“What makes ye think I’d trust a criminal?” Scrooge asked simply, yanking his arm away and darting out from behind the wall. He needed to find Donald.

“Crazy old man!”

His eyes scanned every inch of the cavern, passing right over the crystals set into the ceiling. His nephew wasn’t anywhere. What if Glomgold already got him?

He couldn’t lose Donald, too.

“Un- Mr. McDuck!”

Scrooge whipped around just in time to see Glomgold with a simple pistol, taking aim at him from behind. He had a split second to realize he’d been running in a perfectly straight line, and had practically handed Glomgold an opportune moment- an easy strike.

A novice mistake.

He just wanted to find Donald.

And then PK was there, eyes screwed shut and mouth twisted into a grimace- shield up, but in the wrong direction, and blood quickly began to seep into the suit, hardly noticeable if not for the light of the crystals above.

Scrooge hadn’t even heard the gunshot. The so-called hero collapsed onto the ground within a second, and Glomgold upon seeing the notorious, feared masked duck fall dropped his gun and ran.

“I’ll get you yet, McDuck!” he yelled as he fled the scene, clearly not wanting to be around when PK recovered.

Except Scrooge wasn’t sure if the duck would recover.

PK pulled his shield off and reached over to his side. When he brought his hand back the white feathers were stained red. The duck didn’t look all that alarmed.

“Ah geez- Uno always warned me this would happen one day,” he laughed breathlessly, blue eyes locked on his hand.

Finally Scrooge understood what had happened. The masked menace- the self-proclaimed hero who had, at the beginning of his career, been a mischief-making petty criminal- jumped between him and a bullet.

He needed to find Donald.

He couldn’t just leave PK there.

Making a decision, Scrooge dropped down beside PK. He might not like the duck, at all, but he would never be able to live with himself if he just left him there, injured.

Especially after the other just took a bullet for him.

For a ‘crazy old man’ like himself. Maybe Donald’s claims that Paperinik was a hero weren’t so unfounded after all?

He’d have to think on that later. “Just keep breathin, lad, an’ let me check the damage.” He grabbed ahold of PK’s cape- out of fashion, but PK never struck him as one to care about fashion any more than his own nephew did- and, after a quick scrutiny, ripped it to make damages. PK didn’t protest.

“Aw this is nothing,” PK said dismissively, even though his breathing was uneven and his gaze started darting around. He pressed his hand against the wound again, trying to stop the bleeding. “I’ve- I’ve been through worse.”

“Tell me about it,” Scrooge invited- it would be good for the younger duck to focus on something other than his current situation.

“Fighting the Evronians,” PK immediately answered, as if Scrooge knew what the Evronians were anyway. Maybe those weird purple things Angus Fangus claimed PK was in cahoots with? “And don’t gemme started on when Uno made me fight him in virtual reality- might not have been real but geez, in hindsight I was in ‘is world at that point so I should’a known-”

PK cut off with a hiss as Scrooge tightened the makeshift bandage around his abdomen.

“I won’t pretend tae know what those are,” Scrooge told the masked duck, glancing up and studying his face. His eyes were somewhat distant and his muscles seemed to be relaxing, not exactly a good sign when he knew very well the duck was in pain. Scrooge needed to get him to a proper doctor- Scrooge didn’t know if the bullet had hit anything vital, but he was losing a lot of blood…

“Ha ha, ya’ must’a been livin’ under a rock,” the other almost laughed as Scrooge applied another layer of bandage and pulled out his phone, sending Launchpad a text message telling him to come back. “Then again after the- the Kurezei of Lansophorema nothin’ would really phase ya’.”

Scrooge paused.

The Kurezei of Lansophorema.

Scrooge remembered that well. It was an adventure he and Della took, nearly twelve years ago. One that Donald refused to talk about- ever. One they all agreed to never talk about again. One none of them wanted to talk about.

Seeing the empty eyes of your dead loved ones bearing down on you was… unnerving, at the best of times. Even when you knew it was only an illusion.

Donald had to fight them. Scrooge and Della- they just couldn’t.

He never really knew where Donald got that strength, or what he saw that day that sent him into that rage. All he knew was one moment the duck was on his knees by them, and the next he was screaming and crying, throwing himself at the nearest creature- shouting, You’re not them! You’re not them!

You’re not real!

Scrooge never asked. Donald never told.

“Y’know, I think, one thing about tha’ trip,” the duck continued to ramble, seemingly unaware that Scrooge had frozen, “I saw- saw so many people. People I cared about. People I- I couldn’t save. Ma, Da, Xadhoom, Uno, Poriophloon, Geena, all those Coolflames… so many people. Y’ asked me, what made me so mad tha’ I broke out- tha’ I broke outta the trance- but how could I tell ya’, when… when it jus’ brought everything back? Seein’ all our failures thrown at us- how coul’ ya’ not… not…”

The duck trailed off and Scrooge’s gaze snapped up to his face, seeing the other’s eyes fixed on the wall somewhere across the cavern. They were dull and distant but they were blue. Very blue.

Familiar blue.

Scrooge felt cold.

Carefully, fearfully, he reached up and slid his thumb under PK’s mask. The menace- hero- whatever he was, gave no reaction, and Scrooge pulled the mask off.

He felt like an idiot. It was so obvious now. How could a mask just hide it? How could he have not recognized his own nephew all those years?

“Donald,” he whispered, the name snapping PK’s- Donald’s- attention back to him.

They just stared at each other for a few seconds.

“Sorry,” Donald mumbled a moment before his body finally gave in and he collapsed, Scrooge catching him before he hit the ground.

Perhaps for the first time in a long time, Scrooge found himself screaming for help.

#Ask #DuckTales 2017 #Paperinik #Donald Duck #Scrooge McDuck

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starshinewriter · 5 years

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Next chapter of Bad Days is up!!

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/19037425/chapters/46878664

Chapter Title: Louie

Alternative to Ao3:

The second Louie woke up and saw that it was around eight he knew he was screwed. He never woke up before nine not unless... it was a bad day. He let out a sigh and thought about going back to sleep for a few more hours before dealing with it. He was tired, too tired to worry about how bad this bad day would be exactly. That could wait for a few hours.

The next time he was awake it was due to movement around him, his brothers must be getting up for the day. He could feel their eyes on him so he peaked an eye open and waved a hand to let them know he'd be up later. A few moments later the door quietly opened and closed which meant they had got the message, not that he doubted they would. After that he sat up and let out a yawn before lazily searching through his bed for his phone.

Once he did that he unlocked it and starting scrolling through flitter, he found that doing other things when it was a bad day helped him get through it. He'd thought it might've been sleeping but somehow that was harder on bad days. Everything was harder on bad days. He didn't think it was very fair.

After a while he got bored of flitter and decided to pull up a show to watch instead. That would entertain him for a while. He didn't really know what he would do once he got bored of that, or when his phone died, but he figured that was a problem for later. A mentality he always seemed to have, even on good days. But it was even worse on bad days, it made him want to push everything off until later and nothing ever got done. He used to feel bad about it but now he didn't care one way or the other.

Halfway through the show he got a reminder to eat and figured his brothers must've put it on there. He didn't ever really feel like eating on bad days but he knew he needed to, especially since his hunger levels were always changing. He couldn't really afford to not eat anything. So he paused his show and went down to the kitchen, which he hoped was unoccupied. He didn't feel like talking.

And he knew his family well enough to know that they would want to. Except for two of them, who would want to make him talk just by being around him.

As soon as he got to the kitchen his hopes of it being unoccupied were crushed. He tried to creep around his Uncle but before he could take even one step he turned around and saw him. Louie gave him a small smile then went towards the cupboard in hopes he would leave him alone. It didn't work.

"How come this is the first ae'm seein' yew today, lad?"

He shrugged, "Just one of those days I guess."

Scrooge nodded understandingly, "Ah got it, so what made ye come down here?"

"Food." He looked at him confused. "I need food to survive? I may be depressed but I'm not dumb, most of the time." He didn't say anything else after that and left as soon as he found something to eat. He knew if he stayed his Uncle would've tried to make him talk more. And he had talked enough for one day in his opinion.

By the time he got back to his room he had finished his pop-tarts and had gotten thirsty. He was not going back downstairs again so he made his way to the bathroom and got a cup of water. After he did that he actually went into his room and got back in bed. Where he planned on staying the rest of the day. Too bad that plan didn't last very long.

After a few minutes he got bored again and decided to slump his way down to the den. Maybe that wasn't the best option if he wanted to be alone but maybe he didn't want to be alone.

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Dewey sighed as he made his way through the mansion, he had been hanging out with Launchpad but Scrooge needed to go somewhere and made him take him. Now he was bored and had no idea where any of his siblings were. He pasted by the den and noticed Louie sitting in there like he was only half there, he must be having a bad day. Suddenly Dewey was less bored and more motivated. There had to be a way to help him through it.

He went to find Huey and Webby knowing this required more heads than one. They ended up being in the library, nerds. He explained to them what was going on and they immediately agreed to help him. But the thing with Louie was that he was the last one of them to admit he needed help. Or let anyone know anything was wrong. And he never really acknowledged when he was having a bad day, just long enough to realize he was and then it was in the back of his mind.

Which is why he needed them, he had to acknowledge it for more a few seconds. It was the only way he would be really okay with it. Otherwise, well, the days where he didn't never ended well. The three of them walked to the den and he went in alone, that way was the least likely to overwhelm him.

Louie knew he wasn't alone anymore before his brother could say anything. He had always had that sort of intuition. He thought about saying something to let him know but before he could Dewey beat him to it,

"Mind some company?" He didn't, not one bit. He told him so and could see how much he lit up at that without even looking at him. And if something was going to make him truly happy today it was that. He felt movement on the couch and bit back a smile, he didn't think it was fair to smile on a bad day. It wasn't to him at least.

"Ok, who do we have to kill?"

Huey hit him, "It was my turn to ask that!"

"No one, just having a bad day." Louie answered them.

"Nice to see you acknowledge that." It was, wasn't it? It wasn't like he meant to not acknowledge it, he just always thought it was an understood thing. He always knew when one of his brothers was having one and they did with him too. But he knew that if he didn't he made it the last thing he thought about, that was how he always got through it. By not focusing on it. By doing something else, anything else, if he didn't think about it it wasn't happening. He always had enough going on, bad days just added to that.

But he also knew he eventually had to think about it and that it was one of the few times his brothers were so pushy with him. It was for good reason so he couldn't ever find it in him to get mad at them. Besides, on bad days he had no energy and on good days he had forgotten about it.

However now that he was thinking about it he had to deal with it. And he never did that well. It was a good thing he wasn't alone, he never really liked it but he despised it on bad days. But he likewise knew that being with other people meant he would have to think about it, they would make him. So sometimes he had to be alone, so that wouldn't happen. Not until he was ready to.

And the only way he knew he was ready was when he made his way to where other people easily could be. That was his way of letting them know he didn't want to be alone anymore.

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The four of them stayed in the den for the rest of the day and by the time nighttime came all but one of them were asleep. And unlike his brothers he had the most experience with not sleeping. He knew what to do to deal with it. But it was a lot harder to do on bad days, when all he wanted was for it to be over. He would get through it though, it would just be a long rest of the night. And when that was over his bad day would over something he was looking forward to.

He was not looking forward to not getting any sleep.

But he didn't really have a choice, when he couldn't sleep he couldn't sleep, nothing would change that. And that was one of the things he didn't like about bad days, he had enough trouble sleeping as it was, he didn't need any help. He would've woken his siblings up to help him through it but they didn't need to also suffer. He wouldn't do that to them.

The front door suddenly clicked opened and closed and the sound reverberated all the way to the den. His Uncle Donald must've been home. That thought did almost nothing to comfort him, he knew as soon as he passed the den he would know he was awake. And his Uncle never liked when they were awake when they weren't supposed to be. He didn't like it either, but sometimes their bodies and minds just hated them.

It was why they had bad days in the first place.

He heard footsteps come into the den and tried to act like he was asleep, maybe he would leave him alone if he thought that was the case. One could hope. But when he didn't hear footsteps leave he knew that hope was misplaced. Of course his Uncle knew when he was awake. He opened his eyes to see him giving him an unimpressed look and put on a false smile.

"Uncle Donald, how was work?"

"Exhausting as always, I see yours wasn't. Why are you still up Lou?" And he wanted to lie to his Uncle, he really did, but he couldn't find the energy to. He could barely find the energy to have this conversation.

"Can't sleep. Bad day's making it harder." Donald nodded and offered him a hand out of the pile he and his siblings had managed to make. He readily took it. The two of them made their way outside the den so they wouldn't wake the others up and sat down on the steps.

"What're you planning to do kiddo, stay up all night?"

He shrugged, "What else can I do? Nothing works on a normal night, let alone one like this." It made him feel helpless, and he hated feeling that way. He just wanted this to be over, he wanted to be asleep. He wanted to not have days like this ever. Why did he have to go through it? It wasn't fair, why couldn't he have only good days? Some part of him knew that wasn't realistic, that everyone had bad days, but most of him wanted to be bitter. And that part always won out.

"Well, you can't keep staying up all night. I don't need to be the one to tell you that you need your sleep. Maybe we should start looking into sleep medicines for you." Louie hummed, that wasn't the worst idea. He had had enough sleepless nights to were insomnia was a real possibility. "But for tonight I think you should go back into the den and I'll block out all of the light, maybe that'll help. And stay off your phone."

Louie nodded, he didn't know if that stuff would work but he was willing to give it a try. Anything that will make this day be done. Once he got in there he made his way back to the couch and immediately noticed the difference in lighting. And felt his eyes drooping, was that really all it took? He didn't care, if it got him to sleep it got him to sleep. Before he could completely fall asleep he sensed a blanket being placed over him and his siblings and smiled. He snuggled further into them and drifted off. His bad day was over, finally.

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What If

This story follows what if Dewey became spider-man in this universe

The Prologue ties in to this fan fic https://www.wattpad.com/story/148178722-reservation-for-four the only difference is right before Dewey fell into the shark tank, he got bit by the spider, and right before he went into glomgold’s library, he was trying to UN-stick himself from the walls. And they are 10 instead of 12

Prologue:(takes place a week after the shadow war, and Della's disappearance is different in this universe). Dewey had an idea of what his powers were, he could stick to walls, spidey sense, and recently found out about his super strength during the shadow war. He thought of putting his skills to good use, he thought about his skill set and thought of being an underground wrestler. So after doing some research, he found a match where he could properly test his skills. He wanted to design a suit to remain anonymous, in case if the person he beats is a sore looser, and he doesn’t need him on the list of villains. So he got out a piece of paper and started, he knew the suit would be blue and black. But how to hide his face, so Dewey added a hood that couldn't fall back, some goggles,and a mask that only covers his mouth. After 2 hours, Dewey finished his suit design, And after 1 week, he finished the suit, Spider-man lenses put into goggle form, a mouth cover (really a bandanna), and the suit was a sky blue and black, the hard part was drawing the webbing and putting on both spider symbols, then the hood, Dewey looked in the mirror, he felt invincible, but more than usual.

The actual story:

Dewey was just at a funeral, it was for his uncle Donald. The police were busy chasing the man responsible for his death, but Dewey beat them to him, after a brutal fight, Dewey turned on a flashlight, he wanted to see the pain and fear that was in him, he wanted revenge. But then he realized that was the man he let past him after he robbed the wrestling match. It was Dewey’s Fault that Uncle Donald was dead

“GAH”

Dewey woke up, it was just a nightmare, and a memory. It was only 2 months since he got his powers, he managed to build web shooters, finally. This past month was crazy, they learned that Their parents died in a crash and Lena was back. Dewey realized that it was 9 o clock, so he decided to go outside, he put on his suit, loaded the web shooters, and he was off. Louie was up watching tv, it was nice and quiet, Until Webby came In”FINALLY”

“What”asked Louie

“I FINALLY FOUND MAGICAS AMULET”

“Oh”

“aren’t you thrilled”

“webby, that think nearly killed us all”

“Its Only one amulet”

Huey rushed in yelling,”GUYS, YOU WONT BELIEVE WHAT I FOUND”

Webby and Louie followed Huey into the Forrest to see a box with 3 amulets that looked like the one webby found.

“You jinxed it”, Said Louie

“I didn’t know this existed”Replied webby

:how did you find it anyway?”

“I saw a weird pile of dirt, so I decided to see what was under It and I found this”Said Huey

“we should take this to someone who can make sure this wont kill us, or at least can figure out what they do”

“how about gyro” said webby

Later in the lab

“so you want me to use my advanced equipment to analyze 3 objects you found in the Forrest,” asked Gyro

“Yep,” responded Louie

“Fine, i’ll have results by tomorrow”

Meanwhile Dewey was swinging around Duckburg, thinking

“how am i going to tell her, i want to but I can’t, and on top of that I have to be spider-man, Maybe if I first show her That I’m Spider-Man, then that will help, No, That would be too rushed, Why am I talking to myself while webbing up a bunch of robbers, never mind, I should just be honest, and if she says no, we can still be friends, RIGHT?, and if she doesn’t, well at least I’m spider-man, I mean i have a catchy theme song, spec-tac-ular spec-tac-ular DANG IT ITS STUCK IN MY HEAD AGAIN, today Dewey, you are going to tell her how you feel, Its time to be a man, a spider-man,”But he also realized that today, webby was going to give a speech during the duckburg foundation day, and he missed it, so he probably should stay spider for 1 more hour.

After another hour, Dewey starts Heading Home

Meanwhile Louie is recalling the past 2 months,”That party at glomgold’s, which ended in disaster, That moment with Lena, The truth about his parents, the shadow war, and now spider-man is a thing. This was all insane, and now Dewey keeps on going off for about 3-4 hours almost every day. I get that he’s Dewey, but this was all of a sudden”. Then the door opens and Dewey walks in,”where have you been” asked louie. “why does it matter”

“because you leave almost every day for 3 hours”

“I don’t question what you do on that phone”

“I thought i told you at the d-”

“after we found out what happened”

“Ok, i do go on my phone a lot”

“and I don’t ask what you do on that thing, for all i know you could be listening to the spider-man theme song (this one https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fapWxK7bDRU&list=PLEmWsjToJzcxsR255If_PLgjagXmRemas&index=12)

“Ok, you proved your point”

Dewey walks downstairs, wondering how to talk to Webby, he has been thinking about this for 2 months now and he still couldn’t tell her, and he is spider-man, why is he so afraid, he has been through worse, like that time the sky pirates raided duckburg, he was able to stop them, but maybe it was that he was in a mask, no one knows who spider-man is, but right now, he is Dewy Duck, but at this point, he is so scared to tell webby how he feels, his spidey sense registers her as a threat. And now his spidey sense was going off. “Hi Dewey”,said Webby

“oh....uh..hi webby”

“are you ok?”

“I’m fine, why would you ask me that”

“well, you have been distant recently”

“why would you say that?”

“about a week after that party, you didn’t talk to me much, and when i talk to you, you leave early, and you missed my speech, come on”

“(that wasn’t me being awkward, it was me being spider-man)”thought Dewey

“Whats going on, just be honest”

“(You have to tell her sometime, you cant do this forever, I know)”

“just tell me”

“meet me in to Forrest tomorrow, at 5 o clock”

“Ok”

The Next Day

“I figured out what these things are”,Said Gyro,”observe” Gyro grabs a hammer and breaks the blue amulet

“WHAT THE”, screamed Webby

“Relax, i know what I’m Doing, look whats inside”

“Looks like an over sized Fruity Pebble” Said Louie

“Close, its actually what i like to call an infinity stone,” Said Gyro,” I came up with the name”

“Pretty sure someone beat you to it”Said Dewey

“That’s not the point”said gyro,” these stones hold the universe together AND can control it, so basically its a scientific explanation for everything supernatural”

Huey, thrilled that there is a scientific explanation for magic, pulls out a pen and a notebook,”Go on”said Huey,

“well” said gyro” after a lot of research, i concluded that there is 6 stones in total, space, time, soul, mind, power, and reality”Gyro breaks the 3 other amulets,” magicas amulet had the reality stone, which is weird because its red, but the amulet is purple, anyways, the green one, is the time stone, purple stone is the power stone, and the blue one is the space stone”

When gyro mentioned the space stone, dewey felt a ting, but it wasn’t his spidey sense, it was as if he felt a connection with the stone

Gyro continued, and iv’e analyzed the stones, and found out that the stones are linked to certain people,specifically 4 of you (lena decided to tag along)

“what does that mean”asked Huey

“It means you can use the stone without an adapter, and not die, remember they control the universe, so they are very powerful”

“(if one of the stones is connected to me, why do i feel a connection with the space stone, i should technically have the power stone because i’m the only one with powers)” thought Dewey

After everyone left, he remembered that gyro did build an adapter to use the stones and not die, and louie wants to know what dewey does all the time, so he sneak in the lab, grabs the time stone, the adapter, and leaves.

“i just want to know”said louie

but since louie doesn’t know how to properly use an infinity stone, he rewinds to the moment when he was with lena (again, read this https://www.wattpad.com/613483635-reservation-for-four-epilogue) but louie just opened a window, and what he saw, he didn’t like what he saw, Lena deceived him, Louie walks out his room pushing past lena,” HEY”said Lena

“You know what you did 2 months ago”replied louie

Lena noticed that louie had the time stone in his hand, with the adapter on of course, and then she put 2 and 2 together, but louie was already gone

Meanwhile webby was in the forrest, waiting for dewey

“Webby”

webby turned around to see spider-man, but then he took off his mask

“DEWEY....you....are”

“spider-man, i know its crazy”

“When did you get powers’

“I think it was at the dance, which would explain a lot”

“So that’s why you are gone for most of the day”

“I guess”

“But that doesn’t explain why you are so nervous when you do talk to me”

“well..um.....its.......................because...........................i........................like................you”

“Really, thats why, how come you didn’t tell me sooner”

“well I wanted to for a while, but after that phase, then me being spider man- and have you tried telling your crush how you felt?”

“no because you told me first”

“wait-WHAT”

“i had a crush on you for a while now”

“So, do.......you.....want.....to, go out”

“of course, and you are spider ma-”

“SHHHHHH”

“oh, right”

at the lab

Dewey walks in, trying to figure out his connection with the space stone, so he focuses, and tries to connect to the stone, and it works, so Dewey tries to test out the stone, and he opened a portal to the forrest, and ho could go back, so he puts on the adapter on his wrist and places the stone on it, and he puts on his suit, and teleport-ed to the main part of the city. He loved it, This could Give him an advantage against his villains like doc ock, or Mark beaks in the “waddle” duck suit, or the sky pirates. This was amazing, so Dewey decides to show webby

“Are you sure about this”Asked Webby

“Please, i’m spider-Man, I think I can Handle this, I mean i could save a lot more people this way”

1 Week later

Louie,” stupid lena, taking advantage of me, and dewey wont tell me what he is doing all day, Wait, what if i got myself powers, then, i can get a gf,and show lena who is boss, YES”

Louie spots a serum labeled

Category:bio enhancer

Formula: GRN-GBL 1.3

Louie loads the serum into the injector, but accidentally puts his hand on the power stone which causes a reaction with the serum and his body, louie reaches for a suit and steps on a glider

Louie duck was now the green goblin and he wants revenge

The serum changed his plan, now he wants to kill lena, and get rid of spider man, and FORCE dewey to tell him what he has been doing all this time

Dewey is sitting in webbys room, everyone was aware that webby and Dewey are a couple, they were playing a board game, but then his spidey sense was tingling”GET DOWN”The wall blows up, but it was for lena, not dewey, Louie flies in with an electric staff,”REMEMBER ME”

“louie”said lena,”what happened”

“you happened, i remember what you did that night”

“That was when i was working for magica, now i do care for you”

“LIAR”

Louie hits lena with the electric sticks

“look who didn’t get their beauty sleep” Said spider-man/dewey

“Iv’e been looking for you”

“who isn’t, and also why”

“there can only be one special one here”

“Come on, lets dance”

“later we can fight, now i have to talk to someone”

1 day later

Lena had serious injuries, but the doctor said she will be fine, Everyone was confused on who the goblin is, and why he looked so familiar.

Dewey was sitting in his room, trying to figure out when goblin will strike next, that’s when Dewey's spidey sense was tingling, he was about to grab his suit, but Louie -goblin blew up the wall

“hey gobby, have you ever heard of a door”

“SHUT UP DEWEY, TELL ME, WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN DOING THESE PAST FEW MONTHS”

“LOUIE”

“YES ITS ME NOW ANSWER THE QUESTION”

“I.....AM ......S”

Then out of nowhere, webby punches evil louie and he sees dewey use the web shooters, louie quickly puts 2 and 2 together and thinks of a plan

Later Spider-man was swinging around, then he sees goblin, he goes to confront his evil brother, after a long fight, goblin knows how to break him, he grabs webby from her hiding spot, and flies high up in the air, laughing of course, Dewey tries to use the space stone, but goblin was too fast for him, so he had to slingshot himself up there.

“Leave her out of this”Screamed Dewey

“Why, you are the one who has the glory, the girl, and no one is there to break you, and that’s where i come in”Said Louie

“What do you mean”

“I’m going to break you, by doing This”

Louie Dropped Webby, his friend, From the top of the money bin, Goblin was holding dewey back, so he used his webbing to grab her, but like in tasm 2, the momentum snapped her back. Webby was gone,

“NOOO”screamed dewey

Dewey immediately threw a punch, whit all of his strength, at louie, he was the evil triplet.

Dewey Stood there crying at webby, all of the adventures, the relationship, was gone.

1 week later

It was only a week but everyone knew spider-man was gone.

Dewey couldn’t believe it, he lost his girlfriend, his best friend, his brother, his father, and his mother. At least that’s what he thought on the last one (this next part is going to parody the deleted tasm 2 ending)Dewey was standing by webbys grave, and Behind dewey, was Della Duck

“Dewey” Said Della

Dewey turned around

“I don’t want to frighten you”Said Della,”*sight*

Della starts to walk towards Dewey

“Stay there, stay right there, don’t move” said dewey

“But I’d like to tell you a few things if that’s alright, i know this is impossible to understand Dewy, i thought i knew what to say but i don’t, I don’t know what to say to you except I’m sorry, I’ts me, I’s me Dewey I’m Sorry”

“You’re not my mother”

“I am your mother Dewey, now why dont you just listen to-”

“My MoThEr Is DeAD”

“Dewey listen to me”

ShE’s DeAd, WHO ARE YOU!”

“I had to disappear and I’m sorry understand that I had disappear to keep you saf- to keep you safe Like wha-”

“WHAT SAY IT, SAY WHAT YOU WANT TO SAY, WHAT DO YOU WANT TO SAY, WHERE YOU BEEN, your dead”(Dewey's eyes start to fill with tears)

“I had to die to keep you alive, I had to disappear to keep you safe, listen listen to me, I had to disappear to keep my mistakes from catching up with you, I had to stay away to keep certain people from hurting you, do you understand What im saying, there was no other way to keep you safe, im so sorry”

Dewey runs into dellas arms, for the first time in his life, he gets to hug his mother. And then dewey starts crying. Dewey and Della Start walking, Talking, And that when dewey decided to ask

“why now, why’d you come back now?”

“Your father knew there would come a time in you life when you would need us more than anyone else, before he died, I promises that I’d be there for you no matter what, and that time came........I know what its like to lose everything you love, now we both speak for the dead, if you lose hope, the the glomgolds of the world really have won, then your father would have died for nothing, Webby would have died for nothing, I can’t come to terms with the world like that”

“I dont know........I dont Know how to go on without her”

“you don’t, take her with you,.....I’m not the same duck i used to be, i used to be arrogant enough to believe that it was my destiny to save people at one point, but after everything i did, to hide my work, only you and your brothers were able to find it, and i realize now maybe it wasn’t my destiny to save anything, its yours, with great power, comes great responsibility, i love you son”

Dewey went back to the mansion, Della said she will be there, now dewey was looking through photos of webby, then dewey decides to play webbys speech, The speech made dewey cry, he knew his destiny, his mother told him what it was, and he was going to fulfill it every day, until he dies,he looks down on his spider man lenses, its time, time for spider-man to return, the world needs dewey duck, nephew of scrooge mcduck, and he is spider man.

Meanwhile in duckberg, a person in a mechanical suit of armor is causing destruction, the police tried shooting at him, but he was loaded with machine guns.”I AM THE RHINO” Screamed the duck in the suit. That’s when an 8 year old duck in a spider-man cosplay suit walks out into the field. The officers stopped firing.

Officer,”kid you have to get-”

The rhino starts shooting at the officer to make him be quiet, but he missed the officer.

“LOOK DUCKBERG,”said the rhino,” SPIDER-MAN IS BACK”

the kid puts on the spider-man goggles and mouth cover (really just a piece of black cloth)

“brave boy huh, does the rhino scare you little boy”

The rhino starts walking closer, people are thinking that the boy is going to die, then THWIP..........THWIP. the rhino stops walking

“hey spider-man” said dewey

The boy turned around, he lifted the lenses off

“I knew you would come back”

“yeah, thanks for stepping up for me, you're the bravest kid I've ever seen, Im gonna take care of this jerk you go take care of your mom, okay”

Dewey fist bumps the kid, then the kid walks off

“YOU FIGHT ME,”Sid the rhino,” YOU FIGHT ME NOW”

“ON BEHALF OF THE FINE PEOPLE OF DUCKBERG AN REAL RHINOS EVERYWHERE, I DEMAND THAT YOU PUT YOUR MECHANIZED PAWS IN THE AIR”

Then the sinister six forms, Goblin, doc ock, waddle duck, the captain of the sky pirates, and glomgold in his own suit of armor, and there was the rhino.

“NEVER” they screamed,” WE WILL CRUSH YOU, WE WILL DESTROY YOU”

“YOU WANT ME TO COME DOWN THERE SO YOU ALL CAN KILL ME”

“YES” screamed the sinister six

“ILL BE RIGHT THERE”said dewey,”there’s no place like home”

The rhino launches 2 missiles at spider-man, but he uses the space stone to shield him, Then he jumps using a sewer lid as a shield, and hits the rhino with the sewer lid, this is where the tasm 2 film ended, but the story is not over, after knocking down the rhino, he knocks out beaks and glomgold, ties up doc ock, and webs up the sky pirates captain, and now, it was only him, and his brother, louie. And from a distance, della was watching her son fight his brother

“I thought i broke you”said louie

“you did, but I had some encouragement from mom” The two fight for a little bit

“No, she.....is ......dead”

“she is alive”

“LIAR, LYING IS WHAT GOT ME I THIS MESS, SO STOP IT”

That’s when louie sits there crying, he did all of this, hurt lena, kill webby, all for what, and that’s when dewey injected him with the goblin cure, louie looked normal again. But he wasn’t the same.

Louie sat in his jail cell, angry, he was definitely not getting any inheritance from scrooge. Then he received a letter, louie pulled out the note

dear Louie

Its me, Della, im alive, your father isn’t sadly, i saw your fight with your brother, and i heard the things you did this past week, im sorry i wasn’t there for you, i wanted to keep you safe. But evil still found a way into our family, it breaks my heart knowing you ended someones life, just because of something that happened in the past

im sorry

Della.D

Louie was angry, and full of regret, out of sadness, he punched a wall, a bit of the goblin serum was left in him. then he sat there crying.

Meanwhile at the mansion scrooge asked dewey where he was.”I was catching up with someone,”replied dewey, that’s when Della walked in. Della explained everything,and then Huey, scrooge, dewey went to hug Della. Meanwhile Lena sat in her room, she regretted having to do what she did she lost her best friend, and louie, she wants to go back in time and undo it all, but that’s not how life works. She went downstairs where dewey was going to make a confession.”The reason why i have disappeared is.......because im spider-man” everyone was shocked, but they were also proud of him, he saved a lot of people. Lena was standing there, she walked up to her room, dewey followed her.”you ok”asked the blue triplet.”No, it was my fault, i should have told louie-”

“that was then, this is now, we cant go back, believe me, im spider-man, but im still a kid”

“what do we do”

“we continue, dont let the past affect who you are now”

“thanks”

Dewey leaves, he knows he is spider-man and that was his destiny.

#tasm2 #ducktales #spiderman #spiderverse #debbigail #ducktalesspiderman

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4 steps to make money in affiliate marketing for beginners and struggling affiliate marketers

With affiliate marketing for beginners and struggling affiliate marketers, you hear stuff like this all of the time:

“Dropshipping is dead”

“Youtube marketing is dead”

“Facebook ads is dead”

I’m so fed up with people’s remarks to put-down other methods to make money online. All of this killing! Why is everything always dead?!

The fact is that all of these methods work and they work VERY WELL. Just because they may not have worked for YOU (people who say this), doesn’t mean that they won’t work for someone else. Everyone takes a different route, but if you get at the finish line at the end, what difference does it make when it comes to the method you used to get there?

I’ve used many methods to make money online as an internet marketer, but I’m trying to perfect 1 or 2 so I can stay focused. Affiliate marketing is one of the avenues I'm perfecting because I'm focused on passive income. As long as people are purchasing and using materials, digital or physical, there will ALWAYS be a use for affiliate marketing.

After all of these gurus tell you that a specific method is dead, they will then promote a product that they are selling or using. It then makes you excited so that you can stop working on the method that you originally started with, and purchase their product. This is a BIG no-no. Trust me, be aware of this so that you don’t go spinning around in circles chasing your tail like a dog.

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I'm not hating on people using the method of using review articles and review videos as a way of making money. In affiliate marketing for beginners and struggling affiliate marketers, that's a great technique to rake in the cash. However, that is not what I'm saying. If you're making money, I respect it. The issue I have with these individuals is that they totally discredit an opportunity just so you can spend money on their opportunity.

To alleviate the wasted time and stress from experiencing this, I’m going to give you 4 steps to making money in affiliate marketing for beginners and struggling marketer.

Find products that you use on an everyday basis

I recently watched a video training on Tai Lopez speaking about online marketing. To my surprise, his number one thing to do when it comes to making money online is to find common household products that people use everyday. It’s not a surprise that common products are used to make money online, but it came as a surprise that Tai Lopez was teaching on this. It confirmed to me that my philosophy was right.This is one of the first things I teach in affiliate marketing for beginners and struggling affiliate marketers to make their first dollars.

After you find something that you use on an everyday basis, do some research to see if there is a product within that product category (niche) and find something that you can be profitable from, if you were to sell it. You can go on these websites to find tons of products that are common household goods. Don’t know what I’m talking about? Do you shave with a special shaver? Is there a particular shampoo that you use? Do you have a dog that has special grooming brushes? The possibilities are endless.

Here are some sites that I personally use to find products:

Amazon

Amazon has become increasingly popular. In my opinion, this isn’t just because things a re cheaper than stores or because they have just about everything you can think about available to buy, but rather it is because tons of people figured out the power of affiliate marketing. Amazon Associates is one of the most popular affiliate networks to this day.

For me, I use a mic and a web cam for my Youtube videos that I create on a weekly basis. It is a professional mic that works very well for me, and it is extremely versatile. It just so happens that Amazon offers it! So in every Youtube video, I have these two affiliate links attached to my video.

Sign up as an Amazon Associate and begin your successful track as an affiliate marketer. Amazon affiliate marketing is NOT dead. More and more people are learning about making money online. With affiliate marketing for beginners and struggling affiliate marketers, this in fact, is just beginning.

Share-A-Sale

Share-a-sale continues to surprise me. I have limited them mentally in my brain as to the things that they offer! One day I'll be reading someone's blog post, click on an affiliate link, and then I realize that it is a product from this Share-a-sale! They have offers such as insurance leads, apparel for men and women, digital products and digital memberships, and much more.

I’m a big advocate of this platform because they provide so much opportunity for you to make your living while generating your dollars online. I’ve seen affiliate links from Share-A-Sale on Pinterest, Facebook, Twitter, and other forums. Just as a side note, interacting in forums for leads and sales is NOT DEAD!

Earlier I mentioned finding things for everyday use. Don't limit yourself to only physical products or something that your kids may use. For example, I use a program called Canva and Picmonkey. Canva doesn't have an affiliate product, but Picmonkey does!

Since I really began to promote Picmonkey through the Share-a-sale in my avenues of affiliate marketing, I've been able to make some pretty decent money each month. The progress continues to grow each time:)

This is a screenshot from Picmonkey sales alone, this month. I just need one more sale to get me over $100 and I have about 2 more weeks. All from a piece of content I created a while ago!

Amway

OK, you have to hear me out on this one before you make any judgements. I can already hear all of the people reading this part of the blog post now.

“This guy is part of Amway and he’s trying to grow his team! I don’t want to be any part of that!”

Oh my friend, you couldn’t be more wrong than those people who say Dropshipping is dead.

I put down Amway as an affiliate example because I don’t want you to be stuck in a box. As entrepreneurs, we have to be creative and innovative. Despite what you may have heard from others about Amway, the fact is that their products are grade A. They offer things such as high quality health supplements, sports performance products, and even high quality make-up.

Amway also has a portal to where you can access their partnership websites with companies such as Dell, Best Buy, Shop.com, and tons of other name brand retailers. When someone goes through your link to purchase at any of these stores, you get a commission. Did you ever notice the affiliate marketing opportunity with a company like this?

There are tons of other companies that are similar to Amway out there in the network marketing world, but Amway is best at what they do. My friend approached me with a fitness opportunity where they have access to wearable-fitness apparel. I will be taking advantage of that soon.

Why would you want to be limited to the things that you can offer if people have a need for it? My mom would purchase deodorant from Avon on a monthly basis when I was younger. Instead of going to a store, she'd purchase through a person. Purchasers are going to buy things anyway, why not let them purchase through you!? With affiliate marketing for beginners and struggling affiliate marketers, most of the success happens mentally first! Not when you post links online.

Amway has a crap ton of products that the average affiliate networks do not have, plus you have an opportunity to grow a business team and make even more profits. Don’t limit yourself! Always keep your head on the swivel for how you can fill any weak gaps with an affiliate network.

find products that you use as internet tools

We just finished talking about products that you use on an everyday basis. Now let’s be real. You’re here on the internet whether it is by phone or computer or ipad…whatever. If you’re looking to make money online, chances are that you took a small stab at trying to do this before at some point.

You either took a course about internet marketing at one time, you saw a video and tested a few methods, or you’re trying to scale with the money that you’ve already made. No matter what your situation is in the experience of affiliate marketing, you are somewhat knowledgeable with tools on the internet.

You’re able to make big profits from these tools. Below are a few examples of tools that I use nearly everyday. And guess what!?!? They have affiliate programs!

Facebook Ads courses and Other courses

I can’t tell you how much training I’ve done on Facebook Ads, but I can tell you that I have spent tons of hours and a boatload of money on courses. This has been something I’ve been perfecting for many years now. The courses I’ve take are considered high-ticket items.

Since I revert back to the training so often, I consider them to be courses. What type of courses are you taking or have taken in the past? If they have affiliate programs, you need to get a link for them ASAP! I purposely create success stories and testimonials that have resulted from my courses. Why do I do that? Because your testimonial shows others that they can do it too! They will then purchase the very thing that gave you results. Here are some courses and their links below.

Flourish With Facebook Ads - Monica Louie

This course has been phenomenal as it has been teaching me how to get traffic to my blog posts and get cheap optins for my facebook campaigns. I've even used many of the techniques in my Facebook Marketing campaigns for clients for my consulting company. She does group calls and is very hands on.

Making Sense of Affiliate Marketing - Michelle Schroeder-Gardner

Michelle at the time of releasing this course was making $100,000 PER MONTH on her blog with affiliate marketing. Turn your hobby into passive income.

Profitable Blogging - Chelsea HerPaperRoute.com

The first premium blogging course that I purchased to begin my path to passive income greatness. This got me along the right path so that I could build a strong foundation so I can build upon it. Tons of great information about getting your first sales with affiliate products, tons of affiliate resources, and tons more.

Inbox Blueprint - Anik Singal

This is one of the first internet marketing programs that I ever purchased and still used to this day. This will help you grow to 6 figures easily if you take this course seriously. It's impossible to not see results with this program.

There are many internet tools that you may use all of the time but the thought of making money from it has never crossed your mind! When it comes to affiliate marketing for beginners and struggling affiliate marketers, you need to be aware every way to make profits. Other internet tools that I currently have and use, that have affiliate programs are as follows:

Ebooks

- As mentioned earlier, sign up for the Amazon Associates program. Any book or ebook that you have read and would recommend to someone, find it on Amazon and get the affiliate link. Then send traffic to it.

Autoresponders

- Getrepsonse

- Aweber

Calendly

– I use this as a tool to help schedule my appts with prospects on auto-pilot.

Get affiliate links and Recommend those tools

I gave you some ideas that I implement in my business, now it’s time for you to see what you can implement in YOUR business! Look at everything that you have, own, and use and see if there is an affiliate program that offers it. Grab those affiliate links and place them in a spreadsheet so you can just copy and paste them within your promotions.

Since you have experience with the things that you’re finding affiliate links for, your testimonials and your recommendations will be what COMPELS an individual to take action and purchase the tools that you’re recommending. This way, you don’t have to feel like you’re selling anything. Affiliate marketing doesn’t have to feel “icky or slimmy” as Kendrick Shope would say.

I listen to a gentleman that is a professional speaker named Bill Johnson. He teaches something called The Power of the Testimony. He brings people up on the stage to give testimonies of what happened in their lives. When the audience hears these things, some of the same manifestations that happened in the life of the person on the stage giving the testimony, happens in the lives of the audience.

According to Bill Johnson, the word testimony in it's Greek origin means “to do it again”. When you give your testimonials and recommendations and reviews, you’re telling your audience that if you can create success, they have the ability “to do it again”.

Promote and Collect your check!

It’s time to get paid! That’s what we’re doing this for right? We’re not just researching and putting all of this thought into action just for fun. We’re here to get paid! This is the best part in affiliate marketing for beginners and struggling affiliate marketers.

In the blog post Top 3 Ways To Make Money With Affiliate Marketing, I give you 3 methods that you can put into action and make money online TODAY. Just like every things else that I've provided, that article is designed to help propel those interested in affiliate marketing for beginners and struggling affiliate marketers looking to make a consistent income.

This seems like the perfect place to make a little disclaimer: If you don’t put in the work, you will get the same results that you put in. Sure, you may be in grind mode in the beginning to get things off of the ground. Sometimes it takes a while to see the success. But if you put in the work now, your business can work for you, later. Then you can relax.

Let’s change up the gears a little bit. Here’s a few practical action-steps to promoting your affiliate links so that you can get paid:

-Place a signature at the bottom of your email with 2-3 affiliate links

-Choose 1 to 2 methods from the Top 3 Ways To Make Money With Affiliate Marketing blog post that I mentioned above, and go all in for 30 days, along with everything in this blog post.

-Get involved in forums and Facebook groups and promote affiliate links about products that you use

-Check your dashboard of the platform where you have your affiliate links from ONCE a week. Don’t check it every day or 5 times a day. Save yourself stress and time.

-If you're ambitious like me, make a blog showing your journey in affiliate marketing for beginners and struggling affiliate marketers to see your progress.

-Lastly, give me a holler when you have made some commissions whether it is $.99 or $99! I want to hear your testimonial!

Conclusion

If you follow these 4 simple steps that we just walked through, I promise you that you’re giving yourself an excellent chance of generating some good money online. I do this every day. Sometimes I’m lazy and sometimes I’m intentional. When I’m intentional, I am far more successful as opposed to being lazy. The moral of me telling you this…DON’T BE LAZY!

Implementation in affiliate marketing for beginners and struggling affiliate marketers is key when it comes to make consistent commissions. Value this information of what I’m telling you. It has worked for me and it can work for you.There's my testimony! Now go do it again.

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