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Good night, guys.

And why the hell do they blush every time they kiss?

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dewey & webby sharing one brain for 2 seasons

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….I may have gotten slightly carried away with this-

So uh. The first thing I thought of when I saw your request was @sophfandoms53 ‘s History Repeats Itself AU. and so here we are now-

At first I almost went down a more comic direction, but then I realised wow that would be a lot to draw, and then I got this idea of a sort of ‘reunion’ of sorts! Thought it would be rather fitting to have the Moon behind them, since Dewey’s lil ‘trip’ is a parallel of Della’s :D!

I had uh. I had a lot of fun drawing this though kjashdjasd, I don’t normally go so all out for requests since I don’t have the time usually but I just REALLY GOT CARRIED AWAY XDD and really wanted to make it look nice

So uh, yeah!! I hope you like it @dewey-duck-tales =D!! XD

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20.) “I’ll protect you no matter what...even if it kills me.” Debbigail

This was requested by @cartoonromantic(Wattpad). This ones a bit short compared to the others, but I think it came out pretty good! This one may or may not seem familiar to you guys. This is an old fic I wrote on here, but I chose to rewrite it cuz the sentence fit well! Plus it needed a touch up! XD Hope you all enjoy!

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Why did this have to happen?...

Now of all days?!

Last thing the two teen ducks knew contained them walking to an ice cream parlor with Louie, Huey, Lena, and Violet. Of course now of all days he and Webby would be tied upside down in an abandoned house with the Beagle Boys. They just never had good timing, did they? He should really get them a watch or something, but that’s besides his worries at the moment.

Blood continued to rush to their heads as they swung 10 feet above sold concrete. He wasn’t entirely worried, not only did he have a warrior by his side, but normally these chums were easy to get past. Hint...normally. Today they seemed a bit off. Some might’ve assumed it was because they weren’t really sure which set of beagles were with them; the three silhouettes lingering in the shadows. Even knowing this knowledge, Dewey’s confidence did not falter.

“We got this, Webby! We’ll get loose and show these no good for nothing puppies who’s boss!” He spat, his grin growing to the point a few teeth could be seen. His hands began to squirm, the movements causing them to sway a bit more than they already were. The blue triplet’s tongue stuck out in concentration while his face was painted over with determination.

His struggling came to an abrupt halt as he felt a warm hand clutch onto his cold one, tightly at that. “Webby?” Before he could voice his worry, the reasoning behind her action stepped into the light. All the color that once filled his face, drained, causing him to look paler then normal.

These weren’t their ordinary Beagle Boys. The originals couldn’t even hold a candle to them. They stood basking in the light’s glare, smirking smugly with a look of hunger in their eyes. A hunger for blood. Their blood.

Dewey yelped, squeezing Webby’s sweaty hand back in response to earlier, “The Tumblebums!” It’s no wonder his best friend’s been so uncharacteristically quiet.

He gulped, bitting on the inside of his cheek, hoping to hold enough confidence for the both of them. It was easier said than done if he were being totally honest. But he couldn’t let fear override him, for Webbys sake! He wouldn’t. He’ll be strong for the both of them.

His thoughts were interrupted by an earthquake vibrating his back. He pried his eyes away from the silent beagles. Dewey tried his best to look over his shoulder at his best friend, failing from the angle she was facing. He stubbornly settled on looking at the back of her head, harshly fidgeting along with the rest of her jolts. Worry began to bubble in the pit of his stomach. This seemed all too familiar to him. She was having a panic attack. Oh no...Why here?! Why now?! This is bad, this is-

“Hahahahaheeeeeehaaa..”

His head whipped around to the spine crumbling sound, sending shivers throughout his body. The laughed pierced through him, and if he were feeling this shaken up by their laughs alone, he doesn’t want to imagine how bad it might be for Webby. The poor girl continued to shake and hyperventilate. Her breathing was sharp and staggering by the minute against his back. Gosh he hated this. He wanted to envelope her in his arms.

“Dang ropes! Curse these creepy clown wannabes!”

His teeth gritted against the other, his free hand’s fist gripping tightly as it begun to tingle. He’s pretty sure he was seething at this point; the pot in his belly being close to overflowing. Past his fury, deep down he wished the beagles decided to stay quiet, they were surprisingly less scary that way. He also wished they haven’t even ended up in this situation in the first place. Oh did that ice cream sound pretty good right about now, it would do wonders in cooling that flame of his down. Guess he’ll settle for the cool wind lightly bristling against his forehead, sweeping his now messed up zoosh. They were going to pay! For his hair, and for scarring his best friend. They picked with the wrong duck.

But before he did anything, he needed to think, and in order to think straight, he needed to calm down. Also easier said than done. The blue duck closed his eyes, taking in deep breaths to calm himself. In...out...in...out...in- One of his lids happened to peak; he held the breath he currently took. One of the creepy clowns were right in his face. He could’ve sworn they were standing 10 feet away from him two minutes ago! He bit on the inside of his cheek nervously; his own breaths threatening to frizzle. “No!” His eyes snapped closed once more.

“For Webby; think Dewey! Don’t let them get in your head! For Webby’s sake! Think like you never thunk before!” He chewed back a whimper, “Please...just this once, brain?”

He just needed to focus..yea. He took another breath, allowing him to focus on the girls breathing. Did...did she get worse?! How come he didn’t notice?! He’s literally tied against her, how- “DEWEY!” He screamed at himself. This was no time to panic. Allowing his thoughts to settle on Webby only seemed to make things worse.

The boy paused after a bit of silence. He didn’t feel any presence anymore. That was...strange. Swallowing down fear wanting to leak through, he took the leap, his eyes snapping open...no one was there.

“What?...”

The room’s silence filled with high pitched sobs. His ears perked up, knowing all too well where they were coming from. His beak’s frown fell further. He wanted to cry along with her, but he knew he couldn’t. He can’t! He was their only hope out of here...he grimaced...oh boy, they were going to die here.

He shook his head, which stopped as soon as it began, “Wait...” his thoughts started to scramble around, “Why were they sent here if all they were going to do was stare and leave?!” His anxiety shot up, keeping him at alert as he bit down on his bottom beak. He really hoped they were gone, and for a while. He needed to think of a way out of these ropes. How long have they been hanging upside- wait a minute...why did the room look up right again? Did they?...NOOOOO! Of course not! They most likely tapped everything to the ceiling to make it look like they were facing up right again so they would lose their insanity quicker and break.

“Jokes on them because-“ yea...yea thinking about that now...he’s stupid. Sadly huffing out much needed air -they must’ve set them up right-,Dewey finally concluded. But why? He truly didn’t care, all he wanted was to get out of here, and that they’ll do! Well...he’ll do.

Dewey glanced back over to the girl, she seemed to have calmed down... “Hey Webs?”...

No reply. Holding back his pulse, he repeated, wincing at his voice cracking. Betrayal...utter betrayal.

Still nothing from the girl. His heart dropped all the way down to his webbed feet. No no no no- “Webby!? Webby, are you okay?! Webs!”

He hated this! He hated this! He hated this! He couldn’t see her face! Was she even alive?! “Don’t think such things! Check to see if she’s breathing first, you idiot!”

The teen duck held his breath, relying on their connected backs to pick up on her breathing. It took a lot in him to focus and not fall into a complete spiral, but thankfully after a few beats of his own heart, he felt her back rise and fall soothingly compared to earlier. The smile that graced his beak seconds prior, faded, “She must’ve knocked herself out after that episode she was having.” He mumbled to no one in particular. At least she was resting now; she deserved it after what she just went through.

Dewey turned away from her sagging head, taking in a refreshing breath of cool air. The frown he’s been carrying formed into a determined quirk, eyebrows knitted. He spoke up into the night, hoping his soft and comforting voice would reach her even in her current state, “Don’t worry, Webs; I’ll get us both out of here, you’ll see. I’ll protect you no matter what...even if it kills me. Just rest up, okay? You can trust me. Oh and if you can hear me, happy birthday.”

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Who says that a oneshot needs to have a satisfying ending? Or that it needed to be long? >X3 Writing gives me too much power, I’m sorry! To calm your nerves tho, they did get back home safely, and Webby is fine! No one messes with Donald’s babies! XD Unless...ya know..you rather think on the darker side... Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed! Bye!

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(oh my days please ignore my original ask I didn't read it right I'm so sorry kjashdkjasd) Webby and Dewey with 19 and/or 20?

LMAOO Imma be honest I was ready to answer everything from your previous ask xD

19. Who tells their family/friends about their relationship first?

Everyone finds out at different times. Dewey and Webby wanted to keep their official relationship on the low just to see how things would turn out and if being together could be a long-term thing, they were nervous and unsure but it was worth it.

Huey and Louie find out after Webby saves the trio from being tied up in a trap (Dewey led the three of them so they kinda got caught) and after Webby shows up and does her cool spy moves, Dewey whistles, “Nice work, sweetheart!” Catching all three of them off guard. Huey and Louie repeat the nickname with several questions following which leads to Dewey and Webby having a minor argument but then it ends with Dewey telling his brothers, “Yeah, we gotta tell you something.”

Scrooge, Della, Beakley, Launchpad and Donald finding out are different cases. Okay well, Beakley and Donald are different cases lmaoo. The two both tell Scrooge after coming home one night and he calls them into his office about sneaking out. Della knows when her middle son is up to something, so when she see’s him running around hiding a bag of things behind his back, attempting to sneak into his room, she makes her way into there first and asks him about what’s going on. Dewey tells Launchpad after turning down plans with him because he promised he’d go with Webby to a poetry reading the same day.

Beakley and Donald find out after Webby is severely hurt, which causes Dewey’s normal care free attitude to change like night and day and the two see how worried, protective and angry he is about what happened. Dewey ends up explaining everything to Donald, while Webby tells Beakley after waking up, with Dewey later on stepping in because he was eavesdropping.

20. What do their family/friends think of their relationship?

Huey and Louie are as supportive as can be. They do the usual teasing your sibling about their significant other, making faces every time Dewey goes off with Webby, or when Dewey just stares at her without knowing. After witnessing the torment Dewey put himself through the past 2 years hiding his feelings for Webby, his brother’s are genuinely happy for him and are glad that he and Webby are no longer fighting. T’was a dramatic 3 months before the two officially got together.

Scrooge is supportive but watchful uncle. Making sure the two don’t take anything too far, and when the two request for things to stay quiet, he agrees knowing fully well that if Beakley found out, she’d be furious and Dewey would not be in a good place. Sometimes he’ll keep an eye on the two without telling them. He remembers what it’s like when you have your first real relationship, being young and dumb. Although Scrooge quickly learns how innocent Dewey and Webby’s relationship is.

Della blinks for a few seconds before engulfing her son in a tight hug. She already loved Webby dearly, so to hear her son was dating her, she was excited! She started to go on and on about how she’d help them plan dates and nights out and even went as far to say their wedding, which made Dewey completely pull out of the hug, blush darkly and drop the subject of marriage immediately because lol they’re too young for that pls mom one step at a time. Della let’s her son know that if they ever need someone, she will be there.

Launchpad goes through a small jealousy phase and feels like he’s lost Dewey to Webby. Which he hasn’t, Dewey was just spending a lot of time with his girlfriend because that’s what happen when you get in a relationship, a lot of your time is with them. The jealousy got so bad that he would third wheel the two when they were just hanging out in the manor. Dewey does call Launchpad out on this, and they talk things through with Dewey explaining to Launchpad they still are and always will be friends, him being with Webby won’t change that and the two agree to hang out to make up for lost time.

Donald temporarily panics. Not because of the idea of his nephew dating someone, he’s experienced that with Huey and Louie. No no no. It’s because it’s Dewey dating someone. Donald, not once, thought he’d hear the words “She’s my girlfriend.” come out of Dewey’s mouth about anyone ever, let alone about Webby. His blue nephew always gave off a lone wolf, independent, not wanting a relationship to make him feel tied down vibe. But as Dewey states, “Sometimes feelings just… happen.. and when they do… you can’t always control them.” Donald is supportive of two, just a little upset they didn’t tell him sooner and it took Webby getting hurt for them to finally spill.

Beakley was already upset and panicked over her granddaughter’s state, so when she asked Webby why Dewey was so “emotional” about her getting hurt, and Webby told her it was because they’re dating, Beakley immediately had one hundred and one questions. She was furious at Dewey for not protecting her granddaughter, she was furious at Webby for not telling her sooner, and she was furious at the family when she learns they all kept it from her. Beakley’s not unreasonable, once she calmed down (and Dewey put his foot down) they’re all able to explain everything to her. Sometimes Beakley get’s a little too wrapped up in the past she forget’s who and what’s right in front of her.

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14.) “Please...stay...” Debbigail

This was requested by cartoonromantic. If this fic had a title, it would be “Their Stars”. The OCs that I mention in here belong to @thatsweetestdream (Vela and William) and @sophfandoms53 (Skye, Chase, and Danny). I hope you guys enjoy!

Flashback

“Oops.”

That was the last thing Webby heard before the lights cut out, leaving her petrified and swallowed in the pitch of the room.

Someone cut the lights. She’d be fine if she were in her room, at least there she had her back up lights, not to mention, her glow stars. But standing in the middle of the hallway with nothing, caused her to silently panic as she debated on feeling around or not.

She could feel her sanity slowly slipping through her fingers as a familiar warmness begun to prick at the creases of her eyes. Her breathing was more rapid than usual, as if she ran a marathon. Her heart beat a mile a minute. She didn’t know what scared her more, the thought of her heart beating out of her chest, or the darkness- well she isn’t afraid of death so it must be the darkness...it’s definitely the darkness! At least no one could see her cry, she guessed.

Webby was this fierce warrior in their eyes, and crying would show her weakness. They’d think less of her if they knew how truly weak she was! The girl grasped at her head, squeezing her eyes shut, only making her tears and fear build up more rapidly. She needed to maintain herself in front of them, so the power being cut off was in one way a good thing. She could cry and freak out all she wanted now that no one could judge her. Reputation as the hardest to contain in her opinion. Why was she like this?

She didn’t even know if she was moving or still frozen in place!? Most likely the latter. Thankfully she could hear voices of the others bouncing off the walls in order to help her navigate through the mansion, or in hopes of someone finding her. Being alone in the dark was one thing she didn’t want to have to deal with much longer.

Shuddering in a shaky breath, she started edging forward slowly, little by little as she brushed against the invisible surroundings. The trembling girl hissed into the dark as she stumbled over something, her mouth catching a stray piece of hair causing her face to scrunch up. If she didn’t want to be alone for much longer she had to do something about it. Grabbing her stolen stance back, she chewed on the inside of her cheek, debating on her options as she came to her own conclusions. No one’s going to find her if she just stood there frozen and crying like the terrified girl she is.

Shaking her head, Webby continued to push forward, or what she assumed was forward. Her burning eyes may have adjusted just a bit by now, but it wasn’t much help in all honesty. At least she could sort of see her hands now. Shrugging it off, the girl dragged her feet along the floor, still at a slow and cautious pace if she were to ever bump into something it wouldn’t hurt too much during impact.

Her stomach was rupturing so much fear that she had such an urge to throw up. Webby pushed that down too; she pushed everything down like she always did. The boys get their mom back and she becomes somewhat unseen, pushed that down. No mysteries really left for her to solve, leaving her feeling empty, pushed that down as well. The boys actually having their family reunited, pushed down the fact that she’ll never know what that feels like. The point was, she pushed down everything and she could feel it fighting for a comeback that she was not willing to let win. No matter how horrified or sick she felt.

“Huey, Louie, Webby? Anyone there, or here- anywhere?”

Webby’s heart jumped, wheather it be over fear or joy, she didn’t care as she breathlessly shouted back as relief washed over her like a cool wave in the heat of the summer. She had to fight the yearn to want to run to the sound of his voice, she needed to think rationally before she gets herself into a situation worse then this.

“Dewey? Dewey! I’m over here!”

Her startling voice bounced off the walls, echoing throughout the halls before it finally reached Dewey’s ears. The boy’s emotions perked up at her familiar friendly voice, sending sparks of energy suddenly igniting within him. Unlike Webby, he did begin running. Running into things without thinking was his thing after all; could you really blame him for running to something that could give him comfort and send a butting joyful feeling through him? In that moment, it felt like he had springs in the bottom of his feet as they alliterated him off the ground with every step he took.

Almost tumbling over his two feet, he came to a hurried stop, skidding his feet on the ground, briefly slipping, his chest heaved as he called out in question, “Webby...where’s here?” He chuckled sheepishly, a drop of sweat sliding down the side is his face.

She came to a halt at the touch of a wall, the coolness contrasting with her warmth. Webby lead hand to her pale face, tapping on her check as she hummed to herself.

“Let me come to you, just-“ her voice ran against her, “-just keep talking Dewey!”...”Please keep talking...”

Feeling desperate at this point, Webby sped up a bit, hoping to not run into anything as she did. Dewey followed her instructions and kept talking; he may get on her nerves at times, but in moments like these, he was her lifesaver. Or was he her lifeline? She wasn’t quite sure what he was to her, but she knew he was something she couldn’t comprehend yet.

“-so it wasn’t my fault the lights went out, you know?...Web-Webby? You still there?” Dewey ventured a little hesitantly, noticing her lack of chatter. He looked up from toying with the hem of his sleeve, holding his breath as if he could hear better in doing so.

After a bit of silence he felt something or someone grasp onto his arm, causing him to jump and cry out. His eyes shut as he flung his arms them around in an attempt to defend himself.

Webby cling to one of his arms, hovering her voice over his, “Dewey! Shhh it’s me! It’s ok!”

Grunting, the boy relaxed with relief, her touch sending tingles throughout his body, “Oh! Why did you go quiet on me all of a sudden, you really freaked me out.” He complained.

Webby slid her hand down his arm in order to intertwine their fingers, ignoring his reaction of tenseness. Her breath shuddering awkwardly.

Dewey squeezed her hand in reassurance to her comfort, “You ok Webs?”

She breathed out, flattering a bit of a smile, even if he couldn’t actually see her, “Yea..I am now anyway.” She murmured in a hushed tone, admiring his drops of worry.

Putting her grip tightening on hold, Dewey changed the subject, keeping her at thought. “So...do you know how to get back to the others?” He chuckled nervously.

The girl blinked, the fiddling with their fingers stopped, melting Dewey’s grin. He heard Webby groan, “No, I thought you did? Didn’t you come from everyone else?”

Dewey -she imagined him rubbing the back of his neck- answered apologetically, “Not exactly...”

Webby whined, “How are we suppose to know where we are going?!” Mumbling, she huffed out, “My night vision goggles would really come in handy right about now.”

Bitting at his beak, Dewey tugged on her hand, voicing his worry once more, “Are you sure you’re ok? You don’t seem to be acting like your usual Webby self.”

Her stomach kept doing flips as it continued to bubble, her thoughts were enough to help her forget, sadly not anymore. “It’s nothing Dewey, I promise. Let’s just see if we can find my room, it should be around here somewhere.” Before he could protest, she pulled him along, gliding her hand against the rough walls. All she could think about were those stars. She needed to get to them before she did something she’d regret. “Swallow your fear Webby...” The noise of her teeth gritting together was enough to bring back attention and concern to Dewey’s face.

To his utter annoyance, the girl kept ignoring his every retort and yearn to communicate with her. This wasn’t Webby, and he knew something was wrong that she just wasn’t telling him. It frustrated him to no end; how could he help her is she wouldn’t open up? Biting on the inside of his cheek, the boy struggled to keep up with her frantic pace.

Webby didn’t have time for communicating, he needed to understand that- why couldn’t he understand that?! Can’t he see? She needed her stars, and she needed them now!

Her eyes fluttered as she felt his beak collide into her back. His collision wasn’t why her eyes fluttered though, relief washing over her as they finally reached her room. The glow barley illuminated the hallway wall from across it. It’s a good thing she left her door open.

Dragging him once more, she pierced into her room, bathing in the glow of her stars. Taking a breath of fresh air, she almost forgotten about the blue duck that she dragged along with her.

“Webby?” She heard the hesitance and worry dripping from his voice. Shivers erupted through her body, readying herself as he stood there eyeing her.

Sighing, she turned to him with a soft apologetic smile, “Sorry for dragging you,” she scratched at her cheek while her other hand danced between the strands of her hair with her delicate touch. “I’m...” fidgeting, her eyes jerked to the ground, avoiding her wondering gaze, her fingers freezing in thought. Webby wanted to tell him so badly, but what would he think? He would just laugh at her. Glancing back up to him, the boy’s eyes twitched, something seeming to click within him in understanding.

Bitting down on her bottom beak, the taste of iron stung her tongue. She wasn’t sure whether he could see her shaking crazily from the outside, because his eyes that were wide, melted into something so soft. Her heart almost melted, almost. She shuffled under those soft ocean eyes.

Without saying anything, he walked to her side, gliding his gaze to the glow stars, then her. How could he be so blind? Of course she was scared of the dark, it explained so much. His eyes studied her now relaxed features as she admired the stars with a glimmer in her eyes. The girl’s shoulders began slipping from tenseness. Not wanting to disrupt her peace, he brushed off his newly found knowledge.

He didn’t know if it was just the stars on her ceiling or that his eyes were playing tricks on him, but his gaze softened at the glow that seemed to surround her. He investigated deeper as the stars continued to bounce off her eyes, causing them to shimmer. She looked so...calm.

Without realizing he was moving, his hand reached for hers, grasping it lightly and sending a gentle tingling squeeze her way. His best friend’s eyes fluttered from the stars, then to his own. The boy’s smile grew as his eyes rested upon her shy and flustered feathers.

Breaking the silence and contact, he awkwardly peeled his eyes away and above him. He didn’t mean to stare for as long as he did. He felt his own cheeks ruffling up as he bit back a wince wanting to break out and ruin the peace on his features.

In desperate need to want to clear the air, he tapped on the tip of his beak -with the hand that was still intact at the moment- sifting his thoughts elsewhere.

“Um- what would you call that star?” He questioned, chancing a side glance.

A giggle slipped through her beak, “What do you mean?” Call him crazy, but he could’ve sworn he saw a shade of light pink dust against her cheeks. His chest burst with flames, swallowing back the tingly feeling of her hand twitching between his as they both playfully squeezed back-and-forth

Chuckling as he guided their hands towards the stars, he repeated, “What would you call them? You know, Little Dipper, Big Dipper?...” Trailing off, he weighed with his shoulders, half smiling in hopes she’d understand what he was getting at.

A beat passed, then with a hop she perked up, a smile tugging at her beak, quirking up. He’d be lying if he said that his heart wasn’t beating faster then he was breathing.

Shaking his thoughts away, he listened curiously, “That one,” she pointed with their intertwined hands, “That’s William...oh! And right next to him is Vela!”

Dewey mused back, “Why William and Vela?”

Shrugging, she shyly tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear, “It just...feels right, ya know?” Her eyes traveled back to the two stars as she let their hands fall. “It feels...familiar.”

He felt a tug at his beak, flicking his eyes to the stars, raising their hands back up to point at another, “That one’s rubbing me as a Dewey JR.!” He puffed out his chest as his teeth presented themselves.

Webby’s head snapped back to her best friend, giggling as her shoulders and hair bounced along, “Actually, I see that one more as a...hm...” she froze in thought, puffing out one of her cheeks. Over the years of knowing Webby, he picked up on a few little things she would do. Yet, she still fascinated him to no end.

“Skye!”

Jumping slightly, he blinked his eyes, registering her words for a few seconds.

Coming to the conclusion, he looked to the star, his features melting with contentment, “Huh...I see what you mean.” He chuckled in understanding.

Both caught each other’s eyes, looking back at the other in sync, flustering shyly, “I like that name, it has an adventure seeking type of vibe to it.” He breathed, quickly turning back as he felt his cheeks heat up under her brightness.

Slowly gazing up, Webby whispered under her breath, “Yea...” and while not looking back, she asked him his suggestion on the one next to Skye’s.

Dewey beamed up at the star, creating one hand into a confident fist, “Oh! I got it!” He snapped. “Danny! That one’s definitely a Danny!”

Webby hummed uncertainly, “I don’t know, Dewey?” She smirked, leaning her head opposite of him to see if that would help her see what he meant. Shrugging, she switched her balance, “I see that one more as a Chase.” She pointed with her free hand this time.

Dewey sulked playfully, “Then why did you ask me, if you were only gonna knock down my suggestion.” He complained, fighting a smile as he heard her laugh, “Also, what’s wrong with the name Danny, and why Chase?” He cringed.

Webby shook her head, rolling his eyes in a teasing manner, “Like I said before, Chase just feels right, especially for that star.” Adding hope back into his eyes, she elbowed his side, “How about I let you name the next one?”

He hesitated, “You won’t knock down my idea?” He squinted, unsure if she was joking or not.

Grabbing his other hand as she bounced on her webbed feet, she grinned, “I promise!”

A smile crept onto his beak, relaxing his shoulders, just noticing they were tense in the first place. “Then...” he scanned the stars, debating his options, “I’ll call that one,” he freed his hand from her sift grip, drifting it up to the Star next to Skye and Chase, “Danny!”

Webby gave him an encouraging nod and one of her cheesy smiles to assure him that she was ok with it.

They continued playing around, pointing at the stars and naming them between laughs, while enjoying the others company.

With Dewey, he always understood her. She didn’t have to say much, because he understood and knew how to make her feel better. In this moment, she didn’t dwell on her problems, or the dark around them. That was just how Dewey affected her. He taught her to live in the moment of the positive and forget the negative, and she couldn’t be more grateful for that. For him.

And for once...she knew she was going to be ok, because she had him to get through problems like these, together.

End of flashback

The 41 year old Webby smiled sadly at the fond memories, resting her hand upon the grave she now stood above. Her shadow wavered over the faded flowers, wilting continuously.

Even when not here, he was still a comfort for her. She loved him, and she knew he loved her. That’s all she needed in order to get through the unfairness of life. At least that’s what she would tell herself...Guilt and bitterness phased through her bones as she swallowed back her sorrow.

Crouching down to kiss the top of the tombstone, her hand reaching down to rest the blue fading flowers on its bed-like structure. She ignored the symbolism of the wind mocking her, causing a few petals to gently slip off and into the winds care. They were out of her reach now, leaving her behind to fend for herself. The feeling of nostalgia rustled within her, threatening to break her at any given moment. But she knew better then to give into its ways of torture.

After lingering a bit in the pitch of the night, Webby looked up to the stars, closing and opening her hands in sync with her breathing. Her frown washed away as her beak mimicked a small and determined smile, now turning to walk the opposite way.

Before she took much of a few steps, a breathless chuckle escaped her beak, feeling 3 young teens clashing into her for a surprise hug.

“Hi you three, I thought I told you to stay in the car?”

They looked up at her, smiling sadly as their eyes flickered between their dad’s grave and their mom’s tried, swollen eyes.

The only girl out of the trip spoke up softly, “We know, but we wanted to see dad too.” Her face buried into her mom’s side, looking for comfort and a sense of hiding.

The mother’s eyes flickered from something worried to soft in seconds, resting her hand upon her daughter’s head. A memory of Dewey running around the house with his little girl in his hold, giggling as Dewey attempted to make airplanes noises

Her features didn’t even have time to settle back into a frown, hearing her youngest among the three -around 12- cry out in agreement, “Yeah!” He grinned widely, bringing life to that Dewey classic smile she loved so much. He was the spitting image of their father. Her heart ached, fighting back tears as she smiled down at their children.

Rubbing her hand through their other sons’ hair -a twin to his sister- as she answered, “I got a better idea...”

A few minutes later they were sitting around the grave, pointing at stars and creating names for them.

As crazy as it seems, every star they named back then, became what she cherished and loved today, her parents who she finally got to meet a few years ago, her three babies. They may be almost teens, or in their teens, but they were still her stars. Their Stars.

Webby looked at each of their shinning stars, hearing Dewey’s voice echoing along hers in her head, “Skye...Chase...Danny...”

They were their stars, and Dewey was the light shining within them.

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Well...this wasn’t gonna end like this...until the last minute when I was first writing It, I changed it! XD IM SO SORRY!! Thx to Soph and Sweetness for allow me to borrow their ocs!!!! I love them and their ocs so much! Those two are amazing and have amazing ideas!!! I can’t help but admire them!

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I once go to school. I walk down the street with the thought that it is winter. And not just any, but New Year's Eve! I go further. But suddenly, how I stop, how I look around ... And you know what? No snow! Of course, I understand that Mother Nature is smarter and more important than us, but ... duck's beak! Snow, where are you! #Snowcomeback

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me pueden hacer un dibujo, fantic o cualquier cosa sobre dewey y webby en una aventura especial solo ellos 2 con ambos super sonrojados o algo x el estilo

Translation: can you make me a drawing, fantic or anything about dewey and webby in a special adventure just them 2 with both super blushing or something x the style

Anyone can do this!/¡Cualquiera puede hacer esto!

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It was about 4PM. Webby had a bad day at school and she was angrily venting to her boyfriend. “Are you even listening?” 18 year old Webby asked her boyfriend irritably. Dewey shook his head and snapped out of his thoughts. “Sorry, Webbs.” “It’s okay. What were you thinking about?” Dewey warmly smiled. “Just how cute you look whenever you’re angry.” Webby blushed. “S-shut up.” Dewey laughed and pounced on his girlfriend, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss.

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Separated but Connected

The reason it hurts so much for us to be

separated is because our souls are connected.

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Uploaded my Black Heron fic onto wattpad, where I will be adding other oneshots involving the adventurous duo. c:

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Just my style of these two little lovey duckies. ;) © Disney.

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I made this sketch last night, sorry it’s not very accurate…anyway i hope you’ll like it))💙💜

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Dewing it with Dewey and Webby! 🎶

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