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Denial Isn't Just a River	By : AberrantScript Category: +G through L > The Loud House Views: 1989 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own The Loud House and make no profit off this work of fiction.

Chapter List
- 1-Dear Lame-O
- 2-You're a Total Nerd
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Author's Notes:
I think I'm gonna do exactly what I did last year in February, and take a hiatus from all Loudcest writing. I have this story, and AWAMOH, and a couple of oneshot ideas that I'm excited about doing. And it helps to try and force myself to narrow things down.
I really have no long-term plans with this. It's slice of life style so far, with teenagery, sexy, and hilarious antics happening. If you've got any ideas, I'd love to hear them~
I'm gonna write a bonus alt scene at the end of each chapter just for fun! I hope you all enjoy them~
Disclaimer: The Loud House Copyright Nickelodeon (2019)
Chapter 2: You're a Total Nerd
Ronnie Anne didn't know why she was staring so intently at the kickball. It was just a normal, ordinary rubber ball with a rough texture that allowed shoes to hit it firmly. It was a light purple color that vaguely reminded her of Lincoln's older sister, Luna, but nope… that couldn't explain it either.
She was so busy watching that ball move around in a pair of gentle hands that she didn't even notice when Girl Jordan sat down.
Until her cheek was poked.
"Boop," GJ chirped; and then her eyes followed RA's line of sight and she smirked.
"Found something you like?"
What? What was she on about?
Ronnie couldn't figure it out; but her eyes followed those hands up some skinny arms, and eventually she found herself gazing fondly at her best friend's determined face.
Lincoln was out there, getting sweaty and nervous, all alone now.
He was facing off against his sister, Lynn.
The two were team captains for a group of second graders that had visited the Y that afternoon. They'd started out with kickball, but had moved on to dodgeball now. And, owing to their experience and agility, only the captains were remaining on the field.
RA watched with a lazy smile as her Lame-O teetered from one foot to the other, as he tossed that ball back and forth between his hands. Her eyes casually dipped down to his round butt.
Sometimes she liked to tease him for having a shapely bottom, but she learned her lesson when he started replying to her taunts with a pinch to her own buttcheeks.
Nowadays, she only teased him when she's wearing a thong; purely to avoid having panties get bunched up from his fingers squeezing her ass.
Maybe she could tease him today, though… it's a thong day after all~
GJ just leaned forward, her hands on her knees, and smiled at her friend.
Did RA even realize how big she was smiling right then? Or even how pink her cheeks were or how deep her breathing had gotten?
Probably not.
'It's all in your head, you perv,' she'd undoubtedly tell Jordan if she mentioned it.
Instead, she let her own eyes wander out to the floor, and doing a quick double take at RA to ensure the coast was clear…
Her eyes scraped across the ground until they met a pair of sturdy shoes, some lean legs, chiseled abs, a small chest, and freckles fucking everywhere her eyes could-
"You're doing it again."
Girl Jordan jumped in her seat, completely forgetting that she was sitting by her Latina friend. She turned her wide eyes around, and-
Yep, there was Santiago's stupid smirk waiting on her.
"S-shut up," GJ said to that smug face. "It's no different than what you just did to Lincoln."
Ronnie Anne shrugged her shoulders.
"I have no idea what you're talking about-" Called it! Jordan mentally crowed. "-but you should get out there and lay some moves on your Lame-O."
Girl Jordan sniffed, still peeved she got caught.
"Lynn isn't a Lame-O; at least not like yours."
RA's deadpan could win an award.
"She wore homemade pants last week that hold her pee so she didn't need to take a restroom break."
GJ rounded on her friend with a quirked brow.
"And Lincoln streaked butt naked at the last football game-"
"He wasn't naked," RA quickly interrupted, her cheeks becoming a little darker.
"A bodypainted Ace Savvy costume doesn't count when his junk is hanging out."
The spritely girl, boosted by her ongoing frustration, poked her friend in the chest.
"Which your eyes were glued to the entire time, might I add."
RA merely shrugged again.
"What am I supposed to do? Not look at my best friend? Let his nuts get cracked on the field? I had to watch him and make sure he was safe."
Jordan's disbelieving face was too priceless to describe.
"Now watch closely as I mop the floor with Twinkle Toes," Lynn called out to the various 7-8 year olds sitting on the sidelines.
They had wondrous expressions as they watched her circle back and forth, eyeing her own brother like he was a wounded gazelle ready to be slain.
"Can you please stop calling me that?" Lincoln tried, but Lynn ignored him.
She was in the zone.
"You gotta get in their head and mess them up. Play around with their brain like its a bowl of mashed potatoes."
Lincoln faux gagged, "Geez, Lynn, you're gonna give them nightmares."
His older sister ignored him again. She was still walking around him, going a few steps one way before spinning and going the other way. Her eyes never left him.
"Johnson," she suddenly called out.
"Um, my name is still Jackson-"
She interrupted the little boy, "Look at his legs and tell me which one is shorter."
"My legs are the same length," Lincoln growled.
But both boy and team captain ignored him, which only fueled his frustration.
Lynn chose this boy because of his nearly-obsessive attention to detail; something that he was often told was a bad thing, but she wanted to show him that even a weakness can be a strength in the right situation.
Little Jackson peered at the young man hopping from one foot to the other; and even though the difference was so small none of his other classmates would notice it, Linc kept hopping a little higher in the air from his left foot. It was barely noticeable, but his mind screamed at him that it wasn't congruent.
"His left leg, Miss Loud! It's longer!"
Lynn smiled wide as her brother predictably growled and said his leg wasn't longer than the other, they were both normal, and definitely the same length.
"Nuh uh," Jackson replied with his know-it-all tone, "One leg is longer. Deal with it."
Lynn's smile was so proud as the boy used her trademark catchphrase since becoming a coach at the YMCA.
If you don't like how something is in life, then deal with it. Don't cry around about it, and especially don't throw a temper tantrum and let your guard down.
Lincoln had had enough. He was being ignored, he was being poked and made fun of, his fucking legs were the same fucking length goddamn it all, and-
His face was pelted with purple rubber, and he literally choked on air as he was knocked to the ground on his butt.
"Wh-" he rubbed his face, "What happened?"
He saw a hand reaching down to him, and he looked up into his sister's kind face.
"You just helped teach my recruits a valuable lesson. Don't let your opponent screw around with your emotions and mind."
Her hand grabbed his and she yanked on it.
"Now, stand up. Come on," she encouraged him.
The boy climbed to his feet and quickly let go of his sister's hand.
"You know I didn't mean anything by it, Linc."
He humphed and gave her a cold shoulder, and the girl frowned. Lynn stepped closer and reached her hand out to him-
And Lincoln snatched it up like lightning, pinning it behind her back and then running his knuckles through the hair on her scalp. Lynn yelped and tried fighting him but was unable to break free till he released her with a grin.
Lynn bent up and glared at him; opening her mouth to call him a stupid fucking dickhead, but pausing when she remembered there were a dozen or so kids watching the siblings "fight." So, she settled with sticking her tongue out. Nur! And dismissing him to the bleachers.
Lincoln shrugged and headed over to where Ronnie Anne and Girl Jordan were talking to each other; but he caught that sly look on Lynn's face, and he rolled his eyes with a heavy sigh.
His sister would never learn, would she?
Him and Ronnie weren't a "thing." They were best friends. Like, yeah, they kiss occasionally, and they hug often, and they sometimes take naps together, and they're both likely to strip down to their underwear in front of each other on those midsummer gaming nights.
Lynn needed to learn to mind her own business. Besides what did she know about RA? Nothing more than Lincoln did. In fact, the boy knew everything about his best friend; and trust him, the girl never gave a single sign that she was interested in him. Not that he ever showed signs either, of course. Both were quite comfortable where they were; in a harmonic balance of love and friendship that had bested the trials of distance and time for six years.
Like, Lincoln knew RA had this really super ticklish spot on her legs. He found it one day when he was massaging her after a track and field day back in their freshman year. His hands were roaming up her calves, her knees, her thighs…
And when his fingers were pushing under her mini-shorts, she started squirming and giggling and begging him to stop cause it was suddenly ticklish. Lincoln, obviously, refused to stop, and kept at it.
In the chaos that followed, his fingers bumped into her underwear a few times, and he'd felt wetness there; he was kinda peeved that he probably got pee on his fingers, but didn't comment on it because he likely made her do it from laughing too much.
He never asked, of course, so he never did find out that Ronnie didn't actually pee from laughing.
Linc could go on and on and on about all their precious memories and intimate bonding, but the point of the matter was that they were best friends and nothing more.
He stopped at the bottom of the bleachers and looked up at his two friends.
They were laughing together, both pink in the cheeks, and both looking beautiful. Girl Jordan was a very pretty woman, he'd admit, but… there was something about his best friend that kept dragging his eyes back to her… almost like a magnetic force.
They were only best friends, and they could go out and find people to date right now, and that wouldn't change anything. They'd always be close friends.
Even if his Ronnie Anne leaned over right at that very moment and kissed Jordan on the lips.
It'd be ok because he knew their friendship would last thru everything.
A comforting thought, really.
But the only part Lincoln was confused about… was why he suddenly felt this intensely possessive growl building up in his chest.
Damn, he needed to lay off those peanut butter and sauerkraut sandwiches for awhile. Poor guy's been getting too much indigestion lately.
The afternoon was drawing to a close as Lynn dismissed her class of warriors with a hearty smile and a few shy hugs to the more affectionate recruits.
Linc and his two classmates were idly milling about on the floor. RA was holding a rubber ball, and just rolling it around in her hands. GJ was dribbling another ball slowly, her eyes twinkling as she watched the rough and rowdy Lynn lean down to hug a little girl that had a slight limp in her step.
Linc got a text, and he looked down and grinned.
"What's got you smiling, Lame-O?" Ronnie Anne asked, hefting the ball as if getting ready to pelt him right in his cute, chipped tooth face.
He hurriedly typed a reply, not aware of any danger.
"Clyde just got out of his karate class. He's heading over right now."
RA merely smirked as she lowered the ball.
It's not exactly fun when your prey isn't trying to flee.
"That's nice, what is he again? Yellow?"
Lincoln finally looked up, his face beaming with pride for his long-term friend. Fuck, they've been together for twelve years now. Time sure does fly, doesn't it?
"He's actually on his way to getting a black belt. Just needs a few more months of training to get it."
The girls whistled, and Lynn chose that moment to finally walk back over.
"Oh, McBride's getting a black belt? Sweet! I should ask him to show me a thing or two sometime."
Girl Jordan, unseen by anyone, flinched at that casual comment; and didn't even realize it when Lynn's hands reached in and stole the ball from her.
Suddenly, she's looking at a smug-faced Lynn, dribbling her ball, and staring right at her. The poor girl's eyes were huge and her cheeks were flushed, and…
Holy fuck…
"What's the matter, Taber? You just gonna let me steal your ball like a cuck…" Jordan's flush turned darker; getting a bit peeved at that stupidly sexy, smug smile, "...or are you gonna do something about it?"
That's the thing about Lynn. As she got older, she found she really loved being a teacher, a coach, whatever. She didn't just teach people rules and strategies, but she taught them how to be strong and ferocious beasts on the field. It was a switch in her brain that once it was flipped on… it just wouldn't turn off. It all came so naturally to her nowadays that she found herself often looking for little lessons to teach her siblings, her friends, her-
FUCK! Jordan's hands just swiped that ball from her!
Now, Girl Jordan was the one with a smug face; having caught Lynn when she was being thoughtful again, and stolen her stolen ball back.
Well, fuck that. Ain't no one stealing a ball from Lynn Loud and getting away with it.
Jordan saw Lynn lower her center of gravity. Her own body tensed as she wondered what the older woman would try to do. Her heart was beating like a wild mare, and she was starting to take a few steps back; the sudden inspiration of sprinting off around the gymnasium like it was a rolling green pasture, with Lynn racing after her like an excited and intensely interested stallion was so fucking hot to her hormonal brain that she just did it.
Lynn growled as that chestnut braid fluttered behind the running girl, and she launched after her like a cheetah.
Lincoln and Ronnie Anne watched the two race from one end to the other. They jumped over bleachers, leaped over the trash can by the wall. At one point, Girl Jordan tossed the ball in the air - waaay up in the air - and when Lynn was distracted by looking for it… she ran at Lynn, putting her hands on the older girl's shoulders and catapulting off her frame like a professional gymnast. She caught the ball before landing perfectly on her feet. Only her braid seemed a little messy; the rest was a solid 10/10 from a gobsmacked and suddenly-pink faced Lynn Loud.
RA snorted, "Lynn is so into Jordan."
Linc chuckled, "Yeah, they're so obvious, Ronnie. Like, if they were anymore obvious, they'd be calling each other Booboo bear~"
She grinned, putting an arm around his shoulder, "You wanna play with my balls again, Babe~?"
Linc's high-pitched, squeaky, puberty-enhanced, Lori voice, "Oh, Booboo bear, you know I want to fondle them all day long in the Y's public gym, but I'm too deep in denial to realize I'm really hot for you."
RA's gruff, manly voice, "Well, that's ok, Lori, I can just stare at you from the bleachers and then blush every single time you speak to me."
They were staring at the two women as they kept up their game: Lynn had Girl Jordan backed up into the corner now…
"O-oh, Bobby, I'm trapped… w-what are you gonna do to me? Please make it really hot like I dream about every night."
RA broke down laughing for a moment, glancing at her Lame-O.
Their hands casually twined together as they're often known to do, completely on their own will.
"I wanna push you against this block wall and grab your braid and kiss you senseless, but I'm too proud to admit I have feelings for you, and it's easier to just grab your balls than to grab your boobs."
The two really lost it then, doubling over with their laughter.
Like, come on, guys… how fucking obvious can two people be?
Those two girls have the hots for each other, and everyone in the world can see it. So why ain't they a couple yet? Seriously… it's like one is extremely oblivious and the other is worried it'd mess up their friendship.
Pfff, as if.
Right as their laughter stopped, however, they were stunned.
Jordan just rolled the ball under Lynn's legs and charged the woman.
Lynn put out her hands, expecting Jordan to use her as a catapult once again; only the girl's hands missed…
She ran into Lynn, knocking her back and onto the ground.
Lynn's back cracked, and her lungs oof'd as the younger girl's body fell on hers.
Fuck…
She gasped for breath, but froze, and then blushed furiously.
Jordan's lips were kissing her! Her hands were groping her boobs, too!
GJ, meanwhile, was dead. She fucking died. Oh god ohgodohgod. She was all over Lynn. Oh fucking god. She was kissing her. Their first kiss. GOD! SHE'S KISSING LYNN LOUD!
Something snapped inside, and Jordan jumped off and sprinted to the locker room.
Santiago and Loud were laughing their asses off, as Lynn clambered to her feet. She stared after that braid that just vanished behind the girl's locker room, and looked at her brother and his best friend's grinning mugs.
Her poor face was beet red. S-she had enough gym for one day, so it was time to hit the shower-
Shit. That's where Taber was.
She looked one way, then the other, then-
Fuck it, she didn't wanna lose face in front of her brother by wussing out over a girl… that literally fell on her, groped her, kissed her…
Damn… it's a good thing Linc couldn't see into her mind right then because Lynn was thinking about what that braid might look like as she held it from behind, under the steaming, running water in the school's shower room.
Bonus Alternate Scene:
Lynn's back cracked, and her lungs oof'd as the younger girl's body fell on hers.
Fuck…
She gasped for breath, but froze, and then blushed furiously.
Jordan's lips were kissing her! Her hands were groping her boobs, too!
Taber tried to get up, her whole face beet red, her body on edge, her heart about to fucking burst in her chest, but she froze.
Lynn was looking up at her with those ungodly dark eyes... fuck...
"I've been waiting a long time for this, Taber," she spoke with a rough edge that made GJ's spine tingle.
She was thrown onto her back, her eyes wide as Lynn pinned her down with her claws.
"And now that I have you right here under me, I'm going to make you mine!"
The young girl squeaked as Lynn's fingers grabbed the collar to her shirt and ripped the flimsy thing straight down the middle.
"L-Lynn," she croaked, but shut up as Lynn's hands cupped her bra, squeezing her mounds.
Loud ran a hand under Taber's back, her fingers unclasping that bra's hooks.
"You know, Taber, my hands really know their way around a good pair of bouncy balls," she squeezed those freshly-bared, juicy melons.
They were a little bigger than baseballs, and perfectly fit inside her well-worn, experienced hands.
Jordan held her breath as Lynn leaned down closer... so fucking close...
"Lynn!" she could barely breathe, "Lick me, bite me, please- anything you want!"
Loud grinned as she flicked her tongue over her prey's hard, aroused nipple. And she twinged with pleasure as Girl Jordan cried out her name.
"Say you're mine, Jordan. Say you belong to Lynn Loud," she nipped her boob with her teeth, and the young teen lurched into her hands.
"I'm yours! I'm fucking yours! Please, Lynn... fuck me!"
Lynn started trailing her tongue down GJ's sweaty, lean stomach; her eyes so fiercely dark and possessive as she neared her center.
"You're mine."
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