#dewey1

[highdefinitions]

it’s actually really funny to me that in every photo of connor dewar and brandon duhaime you can absolutely tell which one is from florida and which one is from manitoba

[dontgiveadonald]

Enough is Enough — a self para

featuring @dontgiveadonald & @deweydewdrop

"Dewey?"

Upon answering the phone, Donald could hardly hear from the other end as there were so many different noises in the background. He didn’t know where the triplet was, but he swore he heard sirens. Huey had been home, but the other two were gone, along with Webby. Well, they were adults; Donald didn’t have to keep constant tabs on them anymore, even if deep down he was more at ease when he knew they were all safe. Standing in the hallway of the manor, phone against his ear, he repeated Dewey’s name again until he finally made out his voice amongst the other noise.

“Uncle Donald.. We need you to meet us at the hospital..”

Eyes widening, Donald could only think of the worst with so little context. The sound of the sirens seemed to echo in his head now, already scrambling for his keys and still holding his phone to his ear. “Dewey, what happened? What is it?”

Dewey knew he couldn’t lie his way out of it anymore, and he knew he was toast as soon as Uncle Donald got the whole story. This was beyond any sort of mistake the middle triplet has ever made before, but he didn’t want Donald to flip out before he even got there. He let out a shaky breath, “It’s Louie .. He’s really hurt.”

That was enough for Donald to immediately hang up and rush to the hospital. He forgot to even let anyone else at home know, only thinking about how his worst fear had finally come true: one of his boys was hurt. He was frantic, passing through stop signs and going well over the speed limit along the way. He’d managed to get ahold of Daisy, despite that they weren’t together currently and she was busy at the ridiculous wedding that Donald felt Daisy had no place at to begin with. That fight had been the last they had, though he needed to brush that to the side to make sure that Daisy came for Louie. Together or not, Daisy was the boys’ aunt and needed to be there.

His parking was awfully crooked as he pulled into a space carelessly, almost leaving his keys in the ignition as he rushed inside. The first thing he noticed in the waiting room was Dewey and Webby sitting far apart from each other, both avoiding each other’s gazes and obviously upset. Before he went to either of them, he needed to hear confirmation from the doctors themselves what was going on, but boy was that difficult.. Donald was in such a panic that the staff was struggling to understand him, growing more and more frustrated as he demanded answers about his nephew. 

Once he was able to coherently communicate with the doctors and other hospital staff, Donald was left in a state of shock. They had no choice but to amputate Louie’s leg .. A majority of the other information Donald could hardly keep up with. His ears were ringing, unable to listen as he could only try to understand how this happened.

“Excuse me,” Donald stopped the doctor mid sentence, feeling himself growing more upset and not wanting to cause a scene, at least not toward the person who just saved his nephew’s life. Whatever happened from here, all that mattered was that Louie was alive. But that didn’t mean Donald wouldn’t be getting to the bottom of this.

As he stepped away, turning back toward the waiting room, he noticed that Huey was there now, pacing back and forth. What stood out to Donald the most was how much closer Huey was to Webby; it was Dewey that was singled-out, sitting completely alone with his head in his hands. Dewey had even been the one to call Donald first.. The uncle went straight toward him, putting a hand on his shoulder to get his attention from where he sat.

Eyes red from tears, Dewey looked up at Donald, feeling sick to his stomach as he knew what was about to come. He was going to have to fess up to his uncle for all that he did wrong .. and he wasn’t sure he’d come out of the conversation alive.

“Let’s talk outside,” Donald said, nodding toward the exit of the hospital. It came off as a suggestion, keeping his cool as he saw the tears in Dewey’s eyes, along with a few cuts and scrapes on his face, but he wouldn’t take no for an answer from him. He had to stay calm and sympathetic considering the circumstances, but he was also moments away from completely losing it. Even without knowing the details, Donald already knew it wouldn’t be good. Not when whatever details he was missing resulted in this.

Holding out his hand after Dewey stayed silent, Donald helped his nephew up to lead him outside the hospital. There were gloomy clouds above their heads in the sky, an icy evening chill welcoming them as they no longer stood inside the warmth of the waiting room. Dewey crossed his arms over his chest as he was met with the cold, sniffling as he mentally prepared for Donald’s wrath.

“I’m not going to get mad unless I have to,” Donald began without hesitation, the anticipation driving him more and more insane with every passing moment. He let out a shaky breath. “Tell me what happened, because from my understanding, somehow you three ended up at a hotel that was bombed.. I’m trying to wrap my head around how and why. Can you fill me in?”

Dewey nodded his head, though he didn’t meet his uncle’s gaze, taking a deep breath in and out. “Well …. Webby and I, we’ve been …. Doing some research and we might’ve been …. We’ve been looking for Mom.”

Donald’s stomach immediately turned to knots as he heard this, and suddenly little details clicked into place. The hotel, the portal, Della’s note. The kids were at the hotel .. Donald blinked in disbelief. “What?” He had so many other questions, but that was all he could manage for now, because he was trying to make sense of it. He knew from the very beginning that Dewey was the most like Della, and was the one most interested in her after all these years, but he had never said anything to make Donald think … and what about the other two? Did they have any part of this ridiculous secret research?

“We found the note, and we wanted to see the portal for ourselves, but Louie ended up tagging along, he had no idea,” Dewey began to spill everything, like word vomit. “I made Webby keep it a secret, I didn’t want anyone to make us stop looking for her, and I know it was stupid. I'm sorry..” Tears fell down Dewey’s cheeks, uncrossing his arms to use his hands and attempting to dry his cheeks. There was no point when he had no plans to stop crying anytime soon though. He’d done all of this. He ruined his brother’s life, and probably the rest of his family’s lives with it.

Donald’s silence was deafening, inhaling and exhaling in order to suppress his anger the best he could. He couldn’t believe this was actually happening. Donald had worked so hard their entire lives to protect the boys, to make sure they didn’t get hurt or lost like his twin sister had, and yet somehow, Dewey was following in the exact same path as Della. Even without knowing her at all, they were exactly like each other, in the worst way possible. 

Donald wanted to scream. He wanted to find Della right then and curse at her for putting him through this. For putting all of them through this. Scrooge, the triplets, but especially him. He could never escape the emptiness of losing his twin sister, because he had to see her sons every single day after raising them, and now he was facing the worst of her through Dewey’s actions. Because of her. 

If he couldn’t scream at Della, it unfortunately had to be Dewey that heard his wrath.

“I’m glad you already know it was stupid, but do I need to emphasize how fucking stupid this was?” Donald began, staring daggers into the younger boy. He never thought he’d have to get onto his boys like this as grown adults. He thought they would know better than this. Donald couldn’t help but wonder if he did something wrong, if he didn’t raise them right and this was the result. Suddenly, he was questioning everything. 

After Dewey shook his head silently, Donald continued, his voice rising in anger. “I would’ve thought that you understood how painful it is that your mom is gone, that she disappeared because she couldn’t resist an adventure, and what did you do? Followed her blindly to the portal? Did you even think of what would happen after that?”

Despite that Dewey knew he was right, there was still something so bothersome about the whole thing. Why was Dewey the only one who wanted to find Della? Not even her own twin brother cared? He crossed his arms again, cheeks red from his tears and the icy breeze. “Doesn’t anyone else want to find her? Doesn’t anyone else care? I know I shouldn’t have done it, but she’s my mom.. I wanted to bring her back home.”

Goddammit. Donald’s guilt had always lingered about this, from sheltering the boys so much when it came to their mom. Donald and Scrooge didn’t want to put them through the heartache of the truth, didn’t want to have to retell it themselves and hurt all over again, so they never talked about it. Della became an unspoken entity in their family, and now Donald was facing the consequences to that. If they had been honest from the beginning, would they have ended up here?

“Of course I care, that’s my sister. I want her back too,” he answered, tone still angry despite the sadness in his words. “The problem isn’t that you want to find her, Dewey, it’s that you lied, and you put your family in danger while doing it. Put yourself in danger. And now your brother lost a leg—”

A sob escaped Dewey’s lips, but Donald kept going, “ —You should see the mistakes Della has made and learn from them, not follow in her footsteps and do the same, unless you intentionally want to hurt your family. If that was your goal, then congrats, you really did that,” Donald scoffed, shaking his head in disbelief again. “Whatever plans you had of looking for her? Are done. You crossed a line and now I have no choice, I’m shutting it all down.”

Dewey was still sobbing. Donald wanted to break down too, but his anger kept him from doing so. But boy was he hurt. Neither of them had even noticed that Daisy was standing nearby in the parking lot, having arrived in the middle of Donald’s rant and witnessing some of it from a distance. Donald turned around and cursed loudly in frustration.

[pandaameii]

Continued from HERE ( @deweydewdrop )

“Sure you aren’t.” The redhead claimed with a knowing look and smirk on her face. Running into Dewey at the festival hadn’t exactly been on the itinerary for the day when Mei and her friends decided to attend the isle’s festival. But it seemed like fate wanted to work in spontaneous ways by having her arrive later than planned, thus resulting in her needing to navigate her way around until she spotted her friends, only for her to see her ex-boyfriend of all people instead. Not only that, but the both of them also caught wind of Troy Bolton, the sight of the still popular basketball star causing the pair to stay put at where they stood as he walked passed them— mystified. It was then when Mei noticed that smile on Dewey’s face. “He’s gotten even hotter too which I didn’t think was possible considering he was already hot as it is!” She added with a small sigh. The redhead then shook her head, the fixation on Troy leaving just as soon as it came when she once again focused back on the guy she was standing besides at the moment. “Looking for the squad. I was supposed to meet up with them half an hour ago but thanks to the amount of visitors the temple had today— I had no choice but to leave a little later than usual. But other than that, I’m great, and how about you?” 

[slightlyconceited]

who: @deweydewdrop where: grocery store

    It had been a few days since their blind date at the diner and Slightly and Huey had only texted without yet making solid plans to meet up again—things had gone fairly well between them, but in a way that was unclear whether they intended on going on more dates to feel out a potential romantic spark, or would just end up being good buds. Honestly, it was a confusing and eye-opening time for Slightly personally, as he’d never really considered dating another dude to be something he could just do, let alone something he might actually want. It was entirely intriguing for that reason, too, and he was curious to explore it.

     So when he saw a familiar face in the grocery store on his midnight snack run, he made a split-second decision to be bold and sidled up to where the other stood appraising the cookie options. “Hey, handsome. Fancy seeing you here,” he said, raising an elbow to lean seductively on the shelving unit and promptly knocking down a package of Oreos. He managed to catch them in his free hand despite fumbling and cursing under his breath. “Hah. You should get these! They’re the best kind.” He offered the package as if helping to choose between Mint, Golden and Double Stuf had been his intention all along.

[blossomu]

@deweydewdrop (continued from here):

"Come on, we'd make a great dew-o!" Dewey pleaded. In reality, he was never going to sit back and not join in on the action when an opportunity was presented to him. What kind of adventurer would that make him?! Dewey liked to push the boundaries and prove himself capable of helping out, and he did not want to miss out on the excitement. This wasn't exactly detective work like he was currently being trained in, but he and Kim had a few side-quests together that felt similar to a situation like this. He was totally and completely capable of doing this! "I promise, I won't get in the way. I just wanna help!"

“I’m not worried about you getting in the way, I’m worried about you getting hurt,” Blossom replied, trying to balance her tone between gentle and firm. She didn’t want to hurt Dewey’s feelings by implying that he wasn’t capable of assisting in some good old crime-fighting action, especially knowing how he prided himself in his adventuring skills, but the simple fact of the matter was that he wasn’t invulnerable. She would feel responsible if something happened to him while trying to help. "You know what you could do? You could film—from a safe distance—for evidence. Get the firsthand scoop for your next episode of Dewey Dew-Night!"

[bubblsu]

"Sorry I'm late, I got caught up." -Dewey

Will Bubbles admit that she’s already been waiting outside Litwak’s Family Fun Center & Arcade for a little over an hour now since receiving a text from Dewey on whether or not she wanted to hang out with him there today? Well, if it were anyone else besides Dewey, than no— she oh most definitely wouldn't admit to such a thing. Never out loud. But because this was Dewey, no matter how much the brunette would rather keep her mouth shut and pretend that she hadn’t been so excited at the chance to spend one-on-one time with him after a while of them not doing so, as soon as her eyes landed on him as Dewey headed her way, Bubbles eyes lit up as a smile appeared. “You did have me waiting, but— I’m not upset. If anything, I came here a bit too early than needed, so I kept myself waiting equally as long as you did.” Bubbles claimed with a small laugh, yet there was no indication on her face or tone of her voice that she was upset for having to wait this long. If anything, she now was looking curiously at him. “But what had you caught up? You asked to meet here around 4’? And it’s almost 5 o’clock now?” ( @deweydewdrop )

[mortyfields]

@deweydewdrop (continued from here)

Dewey shrugged his shoulders at the suggestion. “Well yeah, I want you to,” he admitted, “we probably just need to find a good reason first.” It had been awhile now, spending time with Tiffany and hoping for something more, but now he was starting to wonder if he was in over his head. Of course he was going to vent to his friend about his dislike for Randy, but was his distaste for his crush’s boyfriend even valid? “Help me out here, Mort, what do I do?”

“Say the word and I’ll take him down,” Morty vowed, utterly too eager about the idea of helping Dewey by way of violence. For all that he should be trying to keep his nose clean and not get into any scraps, there was nothing quite like a best friend’s personal drama to incite him to act up. If Dewey had wanted sound advice, he should have gone to anyone besides the friend who would automatically rile him up further and feed into his delusions. “I don’t need a reason to fight him. The reason is he sounds like a douche.”

[ateriblewriter]

Oh and let’s not forget it this beautiful humans birthday 💚❤️🎂