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Part 1!!
Title: Webby is gay and sad (Chapter 2!!!)
Fandom: Ducktales (woo-hoo)
Summary: So mayyyyybe Webby had feelings for Lena. And mayyyyyyyybe she was a little bit scared of rejection. Mayyyyybe that’s why she sometimes hid in a closet (ha) wrapped up in a blanket crying. Mayyyyyyyybe she had done this once or twice or five times before when the feelings got too strong and she needed a moment… or hour to calm down and stop being so gay gosh darn it. Mayyyyyybe if she’s hidden a little better she wouldn’t have to confront these feelings.
Oh yeah and this time it’s the confession!! 
Characters: Webby, Lena, Huey, Dewey, and Louie
Relationships: (pre) Webby x Lena, Webby is the honorary sister to HDL
Warnings: Crying again (Let me know if I missed something please!!
Once again it’s also over on AO3 so if you prefer it over there, here’s the link! https://archiveofourown.org/works/23918440 
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Webby steeled herself before knocking on the door of the Sabrewing residence. It was 4:12 in the afternoon.
It had taken 3 hard days of work, and many, many snack breaks, but they had done it; they had created the perfect plan so Webby could confess to Lena!
One of Lena’s (and Violet’s of course) Dads answered the door with a smile.
“HELLO MR. SABREWING SIR MAY I PLEASE SEE LENA PLEASE?” She asked, much louder than she meant to. So mayyyyyyybe the nerves were getting to her little.
Luckily Mr. Sabrewing didn’t seem to mind all that much, and left the two girls to their own devices.
“Hey pink, what’s u-“ Lena started, pulling on her other shoe in the doorway before Webby cut her off.
“HI LENA WOULD YOU LIKE TO ACCOMPANY ME TO THE BEACH?” Webby yelled, looking anywhere that wasn’t Lena because then she would blush and give away her every thought and Lena would know.
Lena faltered, but just for a second. “Are you okay Pink? You seem a little nervous.” She teased with a lopsided smirk.
Pink. Webby loved that nickname, she loved pink and Lena gave it to her and she loved-
ANYWAYS, it seemed not turning beet red in Lena’s presence was an impossible task. However, the show must go on, so therefore she smiled and tried to act natural, which she definitely remembered how to do.
“I-I’m okay, just excited!” Webby says with a weak laugh, while lies definitely were not her forte, she was best at lies of omission. ‘Just please don’t ask what I’m excited about, please don’t ask wha-‘ She thought to herself. “So, is the beach okay?” She asked tentatively.
“Of course Webs.” Lena said with the softest expression. It was one of the things she had noticed over that month, and how it seemed to be reserved only for her. For Webby it only seemed to make the butterflies flap harder.
The walk down to the water was mostly met with silence.
Lena didn’t mind, but it seemed rather out of character for her best friend.
Meanwhile, despite all earlier claims, Webby’s walk was not silent. Between her heart pounding in her ears and the internal screaming, gay panic had never been louder.
“So… What are we doing Pink?” Lena asked, trying to break the sudden ice.
Startled out of her thoughts, Webby flushed slightly, realizing she hadn’t given Lena any context for why she was here or anything. “Oh, um, I thought that maybe we would head close by to where we first met! Oh and then, um…” Webby faltered, “Oh look we’re almost here! Let’s go!” She says excitedly, flapping her arms then tugging Lena along.
-
The triplets and Webby had worked hard on the perfect scene. According to the Junior Woodchuck Guidebook, flowers, food, and music could all be very romantic in the right context.
Dewey and Webby gathered up white carnations, then dyed them pink. Apparently in flower language that meant love for a woman or something. (Thank you Huey and the Junior Woodchuck Guidebook)
Huey and Webby (with a little help from Mrs. Beakley) worked on making an assortment of foods. Churros, Strawberries dipped in chocolate, churros dipped in chocolate, and other more picnic-y stuff.
Louie and Webby worked on a playlist, apparently it was a romantic thing to do! Any song that reminded Webby of Lena was put on the list, then they modified it to only include good background music, and to exclude any particularly loud or sad songs.
All four siblings brainstormed a good place for such a venture.
“According to the Junior Woodchuck Guidebook the place should have some sort of significance to the both of you.” Huey says.
“Oh! And it should be at sunset! That’s literally romance 101!” Dewey chimed in.
“Eh, no good. Sunset is going to be around 6:15 this time of year. We don’t want it getting too dark or cold. There’s also any curfews we have to worry about.” Huey states.
“We could use candles? Those are also in romance 101.” Dewey says.
“Oh yeah let’s bring open flames into the equation, great idea Dewford.” Louie says without looking up from his phone.
“I don’t see you offering any ideas Llew-” Dewey was cut off by a pillow in his face.
“What about the beach where we first met?” Webby suggests, after thinking for a bit.
Dewey gasps, “That’s perfect! Beaches are also in romance 101 you know.”
“I don’t think that book exists,” Huey says, “But I do agree it is a great spot.”
‘’Doesn’t look like there’s going to be any weather complications” Louie adds, flashing the weather app on his phone to the others.
“Then it’s settled! Weblena on three!” Dewey puts his hand to the middle of the group.
“What is Weblena-“ Huey starts, “Wait, no, never mind I get it. I heard it as I said it.”
-
Everything was in place.
Webby led Lena along until they reached their destination, sure it wasn’t a sunset picnic, but a late afternoon picnic at the beach wasn’t too shabby if Webby did say so herself. Which she did!
She left Lena’s hand, it would be much later before she realized she'd been holding Lena’s hand for a solid 2 minutes, to go turn on the playlist. Then stood awkwardly to the side.
“Tada!” She adds quietly with some jazz hands for good measure.
Lena stared for a second before she beamed. “Oh Webby! This is amazing! You should have told me, I could have made us some cake or something!” Lena says, taking in all the details of the setup. “But I have to ask, what’s this all for? Oh no, don’t tell me I forgot some important date because I lost track of time in the shadow realm, what is it? Wait! Don’t tell me-“
“Lena, Lena!” Webby cut her off, “it’s not for any particular date. I just… I wanted to spend time with you.” She says, blushing slightly.
“Aw, you big softie.” Lena teased.
“Psh, you’re soft too and you know it.” Webby laughs.
They easily fell into their usual dynamic and started eating, talking, and joking. As time grew on Webby started getting antsy again, wringing her hands and looking away more often.
Lena stood up and stretched a bit, “Can I help you pack up, Pink?”
Webby shot up, “No! Wait! I have to tell you something!” She practically yelled.
This was it. She was going to confess to Lena, and keen would either return her feelings or not. If she didn’t she would probably hate Webby, or even worse things would be awkward and never quite the same again. If not then Webby would cry and make a fool out of herself and Lena would feel so uncomfortable and pity her and-
Lena took Webby’s shaking hand, drawing her out of her spiral. Lena looked her in the eyes and said with the most earnest smile, “Whatever you need to tell me, I’ll listen. You’re my best friend in the world Webby, you can talk to me.”
Then it all came crashing down. Webby was crying. Again.
“Lena! You’re just so cool- hic- and I really admire you for it- hic- and so I was stupid and started- hic- started falling in love with you- hic- and” Webby went on, each word less comprihensable from the last, her face steadily growing redder from both tears and embarrassment.
Lena genially set her down, “Oh Webs” She said softly, “I really like you too.” It was now that Webby noticed the other girl’s face burning.
“You- you do?” She asks, trying to wipe her eyes, but the tears kept on falling.
Lena pressed a kiss to Webby’s cheek. “Yeah. I do.”
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