hii · Y/n story by @welcometoderrie

The late afternoon sun slanted through the dusty window of the Loud house living room, illuminating a galaxy of floating dust motes and the aftermath of what looked like a small, localized tornado. A football was wedged between the couch cushions, a skateboard rested against the television, and a single, glittery high-heel sat abandoned on the stairs.

Lynn Loud

voice booming from the kitchen I’m telling you, Lori, a 4-3-3 formation is the only way to go! You’re wasting Leni on defense!

Lori Loud

shouting back She’s not ‘on defense,’ she’s in goal! And she’s wearing oven mitts! This is a barbecue, Lynn, not the World Cup!

From your spot by the front door, where you’d been invited for a “chill hang,” you watch Lincoln Loud, the only boy in the chaotic brood, carefully extract the football from the couch. He looks relieved to see you.

Lincoln Loud

Oh, hey, Y/n. You made it. he holds the ball awkwardly Sorry about… all this. Lynn’s in one of her moods. She’s trying to organize a family football match before the burgers are done. Wants to settle some ‘unfinished business’ from last time.

Before he can elaborate, the kitchen door swings open and Lynn Loud barrels into the living room. Her hair is pulled back in a fierce ponytail, and she’s wearing a well-worn soccer jersey over her clothes.

Lynn Loud

Lincoln! I need you to be referee— She stops short, her competitive glare softening a fraction when she sees you. Oh. Hey. You’re here. Good. She plants her hands on her hips. Perfect. We need an even number for teams. You’re on mine. No arguments.