Happy Lesbian Visibility Day! I decided I needed to write a little something for it and since I'm on a Ducktales kick I chose Weblena.
I really like Weblena but I haven't written much for Weblena, this is the first fic that I've written that is primarily about them, even if it's more about Webby accepting and addressing her feelings for Lena.
I can't direct you to any other stories that are JUST about Weblena but if you want to read some more road trip stories check out Road Trip (best title) and Seventh Wheel. I can almost promise you that there will be more road trip fics because I just have the best time writing them. I think it's because I don't have to describe scenery when they're just in the car lol.
I don't say it in the story but this is another college ducks story! I love my college ducks...
Webby looked uncomfortable. Louie picked up on this right away but he didn't say anything at first. It was early in the morning at the start of their road trip, Louie would usually be napping right about now and the fact that Webby was uncharacteristically quiet should have been a welcome change. But Louie couldn't help worrying whenever Webby wasn't being Webby.
"Hey," he said quietly, poking her in the arm, "You okay?"
"Oh, I'm fine. Just tired."
"Bull," Louie said, "What's got you down?"
"I don't know," Webby said, "This trip just feels different than normal."
"I bet if you ask Dewey will let you sit in the front seat if you want."
"It's not that."
"Is it weird because Violet and Lena are joining us?" They were in the other car with May and June. Louie watched Webby's face, which reddened when he mentioned Lena.
"I-I don't know," She stammered, lying through her teeth. Louie had a feeling he knew what was going on, he saw all the angles after all, but he decided to let Webby come to this conclusion on her own.
"Do you want to be in the other car with Lena?" Louie asked.
Now Webby's face was really burning, "...Maybe."
"Well, we could probably arrange that. I'll text May, tell her that you want to swap when we stop for lunch in a few hours."
"It's not that I don't want to hang out with you guys," Webby said quickly.
"Oh, I know," Louie reassured, "You don't have to apologize for wanting to be close to Lena."
"I don't know what's going on in my head," Webby groaned.
Louie stared at her, "You don't?"
"No! I'm broken or something."
"You've got absolutely no idea why you feel this way?" Louie asked again, preparing to break the news to her.
"I really don't, Louie."
"Do you want my opinion?" Louie asked, cracking a Pep! and leaning back, watching Webby with a mix of sympathy and amusement.
"Sure. Maybe you'll have some insights I've missed." Webby was willing to try anything at this point.
"I think you have a crush on Lena," Louie said, adding quickly, "And I think that's okay."
Webby opened her mouth to respond and then just buried her head in her hands. Louie placed a hand on her shoulder.
"You want to talk about it?" Louie asked quietly.
"That's mortifying," Webby said, trembling a little, "having a crush on someone who doesn't feel the same way."
"Well, you haven't started coughing up flowers yet," Louie pointed out.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Webby asked, crossing her arms. She looked like she was trying her hardest not to cry.
"It means that you're not psychic, Webby, you don't know how Lena feels about you until you ask her."
"How am I supposed to do that?" Webby asked.
"In a few hours, we'll stop for lunch, you can ask her to talk to you in a private for a moment. You could ask her out. If she says yes, she's into you."
"It can't be that easy."
"That's how Shiloh and I got together."
"You and Shiloh broke up nearly immediately, though."
"Yeah because she and I are both gay. Do you want my advice or not?"
Webby rubbed her face sheepishly, "Sorry, Louie, I do, I do."
"No worries. Relationships are stressful."
"I've never felt this way about anyone, Louie. I have no idea how to be smooth and pulled together like you."
"Then don't be. Come on, Webs, Lena isn't your friend because you're some smooth-talking con-woman. She likes you because you're you. And if she like likes you it'll be for the same reason."
Webby let out a long sigh, feeling a bit better but still feeling kind of unsteady.
"Thanks, Louie. I just need to think about things for a while."
"Right. Do you want to watch a movie on my phone?"
Webby finally smiled, "That sounds really nice."
For the next few hours, Louie and Webby watched Lilo & Stitch movies and Webby contemplated her confession. And then they stopped for lunch.
"Hey, Lena, can I talk to you a minute?" Webby asked as the others headed inside the burger joint to place their orders.
"Yeah, sure. What's up, Pink?" Webby's face turned pink at the nickname.
"I have something to tell you, or, well, ask you, or something… I don't know, it's all so confusing, sorry-"
"Hey, Webby, don't freak out on me, okay? I'm here, I've got you. Just say whatever you need to say." Lena put a strong hand on Webby's shoulder.
"I really like you," Webby blurted, staring up and into Lena's eyes. Lena looked stunned and didn't say anything for a moment.
"I'm sorry, Lena, I shouldn't have said anything, I'm so stupid- I'm sorry." Webby began to spew apologies only shutting up when Lena wrapped her arms around her.
"Yes," Lena said quietly.
"Yes, what?"
"Yes I like you, yes I'll go on a date with you, yes you're stupid if you didn't notice how much I love you, Webby. I just… Never knew how to say it."
"Me neither," Webby said with a nervous laugh, "Louie had to point out my own feelings. I feel so foolish."
"Violet did the same for me," Lena confessed, staring down at Webby with love in her eyes, "Hey, Pink?"
"Yeah?"
"Can I kiss you?"
Warmth rushed to Webby's face and she nodded, not sure of what would come out if she trusted her lovestruck tongue. But words weren't really necessary when you were kissing the person you loved.