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I’m probably going to get this post demonetized, but whatever.

The episode would be about Lucy getting her first period and her trying to hide it from her siblings because she assumes that she’s caught some kind of terminal disease. Throughout a couple days, she’d ask Lynn, Lincoln, and Lisa questions regarding blood and mild stomach pain and what to do about it. Lynn tells her to tell an adult-having already figured out what was going on with her. Lincoln googles stuff and he and Lucy think that Lucy is getting invaded by some sort of alien. Lucy then goes to Lisa per Lincoln’s request and asks her what she knows. Lisa tells her that she isn’t dying of anything and informs her that her body’s just changing and that it’s normal. Lisa then suggests talking to the older girls or their mother if she has more concerns. Lucy thanks her and that night tells Lynn what’s been going on. Much to Lucy’s surprise, Lynn tells her that she already knew what was happening to her and offers to help her figure things out. Lucy agrees and tells the other girls the next day. Lori, Leni, Luna, and Luan congratulate her much to her confusion, and the episode ends with Lana and Lola arguing over who’s going to get their period first, much to the teenagers’ chagrin and Lincoln’s utter confusion.

Despite the topic, I see this kind of episode being very lighthearted with comedic bits thrown in. As a young woman myself, I didn’t really see cartoons tackling this topic much-especially not kids media. Although in my case I didn’t need children’s shows talking about it since my mom isn’t one to sugarcoat stuff, but there are young girls out there who could be genuinely confused and for whatever reason can’t reach out to their parents/guardians for advice, so I personally think that an episode like this would do some good.

I don’t know if this is the best episode idea, but I think that it’s good to teach young girls what to do when they’re dealing with periods for the first time and how not to jump to conclusions about it.

And yes, 8-year olds can get periods. It’s just a rare occurrence that it happens since 9-13 are the typical ages when they start

Part Three

The bright morning sunshine from the round window in Lincoln’s small bedroom was the first thing that brought Lynn back to consciousness. The second thing was the smell of cooking from downstairs. The third was the noises from the usual Saturday morning activities of her various siblings from the semi-open hallway door. The fourth, and most important, was a sudden incredible need to pee.

She didn’t open her eyes yet as she stretched and reached over with her left arm and wrapped it around something soft.

“Lincoln?” She whispered. Lynn could still feel the warmth of his lingering presence and the smell of his hair, but when she opened her eyes slowly, she found herself face to face with a familiar stuffed rabbit that looked eye-to-eye with her. She blinked a little and then she remembered where she was and what happened hours before: the nightmare, running to check on Lincoln, her emotional breakdown in front of him and everyone else, then staying with him till she fell asleep again.

Lynn Jr. groaned a little and then sat up rubbing her eyes with both of her palms.

A part of her felt better since she’d managed to finish the rest of the night without any more terrible nightmares.

The other part of her felt like the biggest wuss in the world.

She couldn’t believe that she’d actually come running in here like a scared toddler and cried into Lincoln’s chest.

Then Lynn remembered some of the details of the nightmare and the fear and sadness the dream of her brother dying had evoked in her. Some of it still felt all-too real in how it played out. Especially the part where she’d walked into a hospital room with Lincoln laying in a bed hooked up with an IV a beeping heart monitor to say her final goodbye to her white-haired little brother.

Lynn had cried against Lincoln’s chest, telling him how much she wished she’d been a better example for him. Lincoln had cried too, telling her how he always admired her and told her to go on inspiring others as she always had for him. It should have brought her some comfort—and in a way it did—but she could feel the dread forming in her heart. A Loud-sized hole in her spirit that Lynn knew would never go away…

“No!” Lynn whispered harshly, again pushing her palms into her eyes willing that dream memory away. “Lincoln didn’t die! There were no tumors! I didn’t hit him in the head with a soccer ball and knock them loose! None of it really happened!” Her brain was still a little foggy trying to completely wake up.

Then she looked over at Bun-Bun and picked up the stuffed rabbit holding it in her lap.

Staring at the ridiculous looking stitched face, Lynn smiled a little as a good memory came to her of the day she’d given the toy—a hand-me-down from Lori—to Lincoln. She’d been six at the time and Lincoln turned four when his parents decided that baby Lucy would share with Lynn and Lincoln was old enough to have his own space, the converted linen closet that would be his own private room being the only boy in the family. He’d been scared to be alone at first and so Lynn gave him Bun-Bun to help him not feel so afraid.

Lynn even remembered when Lori had given Bun-Bun to her.

It had been during this one stormy night where a then three-year-old Lynn Loud Jr. had been irrationally convinced (thanks to sneaking and watching a late-night suspenseful movie that her parents wouldn’t let her watch) that there was a monster in her closet. She’d gone to Lori and Leni’s room afraid and Lori allowed her to sleep with her while Leni retrieved baby Lincoln to share with her.

The day after, Lori brought her back to her room and they went through the closet in the daylight showing her that there had been nothing but piles of clothes and toys.

Then Lori smiled and gave her Bun-Bun, telling her that he was magic and would keep any monsters away. Even at three, Lynn didn’t actually believe that, but still the toy did make her feel at least a little comforted. Even when she grew older and tougher, Lynn kept the toy rabbit and eventually passed it down to Lincoln to be his companion the day her little brother got his own room.

Lynn also reached down and felt the other side of the bed, which was now cold. Lincoln had been gone awhile apparently. She looked at the stuffed rabbit and asked, “Did Lincoln go downstairs already?” The toy only looked back at her with that goofy, hand-sewn expression. She snorted, “Not talking, huh?”

“Well, what would you like me to say, babes?” Bun-Bun said suddenly with a high-pitched cartoony voice.

“AAAH!” Lynn tossed the rabbit against the foot of the bed next to her tennis ball in shock. Now she was fully awake.

From behind the semi-open door, the head of a very familiar freckled-faced puppet peered over and said, “Wow, looks like someone woke up on the wrong side of someone else’s bed this morning.” Then the door opened fully to reveal Luan who chuckled and said, “Good one, Mr. Coconuts!” She looked at her younger sister and then offered a warm smile, “Good morning, Lynn.”

Lynn yawned out a hello back to her jokey sister and her wooden sidekick. Then she asked, “Where’s Lincoln?”

For a split second that felt like longer, Lynn’s mind pictured Luan’s face go from cheerful to sad and then telling her that Lincoln was gone and that she’d fallen asleep in his room again. That she’d dreamed the whole thing and the night terror had been the actual reality. Fear gripped her heart, which suddenly felt like it stopped beating.

Instead, Luan explained, “Dad and Mom had to go to the restaurant early today so Lincoln is helping me make breakfast. He’s downstairs about to start on the eggs. Lori wanted me to wake you up, it’s almost 10 a.m.”

Lynn felt her heart start beating again relieved, then she looked over at the wall clock at the head of the bed. It read about ten minutes till. “Oh wow, I guess….I must have slept in a little.” She normally woke earlier to start getting in a little exercise before her morning shower and breakfast.

“Well, we all kind of slept in,” Luan explained watching her sister’s reaction. Being a comedian, Luan was good at reading the room and had seen that moment of panic on Lynn’s face. She came over to the bed and sat at the foot, her normally jolly face was a little more serious than usual. Mr. Coconuts sat in her lap silently. “You doing okay, little sis?”

The sporty Loud sister sighed and said, “Yeah, I guess I’m doing better than I was.” She looked at Luan and then said, “I was a real mess last night, huh?”

Luan let out a sigh. “We were all really worried when we saw how upset you were.”

Lynn folded her hands in her lap, looking down at them. “I’m sorry I woke you guys up. I just… She trailed off and let out a sigh. "You guys must think I’m a total wimp, huh?”

Luan blinked and then offered Lynn a wide smile that showed her braces. “Not at all,” she said very gently. “I’ve had scary dreams too before. One time, about two years ago, I had really bad nightmare that I woke up and was the only person left. The whole house had been deserted and so had the whole town. I was completely alone. It was scary and I woke up feeling lonely and afraid.”

Lynn blinked and looked at her sister. While it wasn’t quite as bad as her own night terror, what Luan described to her sounded pretty sad and scary as well. Curiously she asked, “How did you get over it?”

Luan smiled warmly and said, “Well, while I was lying there in bed, Luna began to play her guitar in her bunk. I think she’d heard me crying in my sleep and played some music and quietly sang to help me get back to sleep. Knowing that she was there helped me not to be so afraid after that.”

“Sorta like how I needed to stay with Lincoln last night,” Lynn said quietly. “I just….I had to be sure he was…that he was still here.” She remembered the two of them bouncing her tennis ball and Lincoln helping her to relax enough to fall asleep, remembered her little brother’s chip-toothed smile and holding her hand when she fell asleep.

Luan looked at Lynn kindly and reached over putting a hand on Lynn’s shoulder. “None of us thinks you’re a wimp, Lynn. Lincoln told us what you said to him about your dream.” She paused a moment and then continued. “I think if I’d had a dream about something like that, I’d probably still be a crying mess. I’m sorry you went through that.”

Lynn felt a little better knowing that Lincoln had explained things to everyone so she wouldn’t have to. Still, there was something that was bothering her.

“I…I have no idea why I had a dream like that,” she said, voicing her biggest concern about the whole thing.

Her older sister shrugged and said, “Who knows where dreams come from? I mean maybe Lisa might have some clue being the genius she is. The important thing is you’re awake and everyone is still here, including Lincoln; and we’re all here for you if you need us, Lynn.” She leaned over and gave Lynn a long hug with Mr. Coconuts still attached to her left hand.

“Yeah, get in here you,” Luan added in the puppet’s voice as Mr. Coconuts also hugged Lynn.

Lynn hugged her sister back smiling slightly. While she wasn’t exactly better, she certainly felt grateful for Luan’s attempts to lift her spirits. “Thanks, Luan. I’ll be right down. Just need to change and get cleaned up a little.”

“I’ll say you do,” Mr. Coconuts said through Luan. “You smell like you took a swim in onion water, girlie! Pee-yewww!”

“You think that was bad, I had to spend the night cooped up with her!” Added Bun-Bun with another high-pitched Luan voice thrown in.

Luan finished the routine with, “Well now she can eat some French Toast to fuel those Dutch Ovens. Ha ha ha! Get it?”

Despite herself, Lynn actually laughed a little at Luan’s antics. Her older sister noticed and smiled gently before standing up and saying, “See you downstairs, Lynn.” Then her and Mr. Coconuts left.

Lynn got out of bed and then took a moment to fix Lincoln’s covers and put Bun-Bun back in his usual place at the foot of the bed. She retrieved her ball and pillow then went to the room she shared with Lucy. The door was open and so was Lucy’s empty coffin. Lynn also noticed that her own bed had been made and that a new set of her folded clothes were already waiting for her.

She was grateful to Lucy as she put her pillow and ball on the bed then retrieved her clothes and went to the bathroom, which was empty. She took a moment to use the toilet before undressing, undoing her ponytail and stepping into the shower. Lynn closed her eyes and allowed the warm water to fall on her face.

Normally on Saturday mornings, Lynn wouldn’t have showered since she would likely work up a sweat later at baseball practice and would have waited till evening to clean up. But after waking up soaked in sweat from the night before she knew she needed it.

Lynn was used to smelling bad from all of her sporting activities and her personal habits tended to be, well….less than girly at times. Not that Lynn particularly cared to be seen as a stereotypical dainty girl like one of her older sisters, or Lola. While she wasn’t nearly as bad as Lana tended to be when it came to dirt and mud, she certainly wasn’t afraid of being a little dirty like Luan and Leni.

Right now she just wanted to be clean, to literally wash off any trace of that terrible nightmare.

The young athlete also took a moment to pull off a large Band-Aid from her upper left leg from the deep scrape she’d gotten during her last game sliding into home—and scoring one of the last points of the winning baseball game. The scab underneath was mostly healed and would add at least a temporary scar to a small list of others that Lynn accumulated since the start of the baseball season.

Among them scraped elbows from diving for a line-drive and a deep bruise on her lower back from being hit at the plate by that one pitcher from Hazeltucky that she’d been pretty sure hadn’t been an accident. Thankfully for that dimwitted Hazel-jerkoff both Margo and Liam had been there to keep her from going upside his stupid head with her baseball bat.

In the years she’d been active in team sports, Lynn had suffered a number of physical injuries: bruised and contused ribs, badly sprained ankles, a slightly broken wrist, more scraped knees and elbows than she could remember, and about a half-dozen minor concussions from head-related injuries. Not to mention a few very close calls, including one time she almost fell wrong during a Lucha Libre match and could have resulted in her damaging her spine—causing her to semi-retire from that particular activity.

Then Lynn looked down at her lower left leg and the finger-long thin scar where she’d broken her tibia rock climbing. Her high sports socks usually covered the spot, but she could remember the incident well, not to mention the three months of inactivity she’d had to endure as her bone mended. It was supposed to be four or five, but she proved the doctors wrong and was back on her feet and running track by month four.

She put her foot up on the side of the tub, then ran her finger down the scar. She remembered that the experience had hurt and she’d cried then, but nowhere near the blubbering mess she’d been the night before. That had been physical pain, something that Lynn Loud Jr. could easily deal with, although the sight of her own broken leg bone poking through her skin had admittedly made her just a little bit queasy.

In retrospect Lynn thought that it probably hadn’t been such a good story to tell to some of the younger kids she babysat; well, aside from the Fox quintuplets anyhow.

Still thinking about that close call and her broken leg reminded her of the fact that anything can happen and nobody was safe from accidents. Lynn knew the risks and took them. Sometimes she could push herself a little too hard, and she knew that she took some real gambles sometimes always believing the end results were worth it.

In her night terror, Lincoln had been hit in the head with a soccer ball while playing with her. The hit had knocked loose a cancer tumor in his brain that would have killed him instantly. Instead the loose tumor entered his bloodstream and weakened his heart. He was given a few weeks to live and had survived long enough to make some final happy memories with all of them before passing away. Weeks that Lynn could still believe happened in her mind from a dream that likely only went on for a few minutes, or so.

All because he wanted to cheer her up and play with her in the dream.

In the dream while she'd blamed herself for killing him, Lincoln explained that the doctor told her the tumors would have killed him that day, but her kicking the ball and knocking them loose actually extended his life by a few weeks. That it hadn’t been her fault at all.

That should have comforted her—and it did somewhat in the dream—but nothing was able to prepare her for that last moment in the hospital saying goodbye to her little brother. Even as he comforted her and told her she would continue to inspire others as he inspired her all Lynn could have think about was the little baby brother with the white hair that she once fought off bullies for, the little brother with the scraped knees she cleaned when he was learning to ride a bicycle, the brother who cheered her on at her games the loudest of the other Louds and helped cheer her up when she lost…and she couldn’t protect him from the worst monster of all: death.

It had been so real, Lynn thought. She sat down in the tub and hugged her knees as the water poured over her. She tried to shake those images from her mind. Reminded herself that Lincoln was still alive and downstairs cooking breakfast with Luan and her other sisters. Come on, LJ! You’re stronger and tougher than this!

That didn’t stop her from shaking, nor did it stop the few tears that came to her eyes and fell with the shower water.

End of Part Three

r/theloudhouse

My possible episode idea for Season 12

Be honest do you think the loud house is over the seasonal rot finally?

Not gonna' bother watching it all, but can somebody tell me if there are any leaks in this new compilation?

I would like to see these four and their relationship with Lincoln right now explored

Episode idea:

What if everything in The Butterfly Effect was real? How would things be going forward? What if they all learned Lincoln was eaten by Lily?

Make the comments look like Leni’s search history

Self Imposed Prompt challenge: week 5

I know I'm supposed to release this by Christmas, but...

Headcanon Time! Each of Bud Grouse's school friends from the photograph in Cuff Break is an ascendant of some sort to each of the current kids.

The Loud House Presents: The Loudest Fourth of July Special!

I’m putting together a theory I want yalls 2 cents

Night Terrors Part Three

Patiently waiting for the new Loud house episodes to air be like

It's been awhile since I engaged in the loud house, can anyone help me get caught up?

Dude, I swear, this guy has the best headcanons.

A subtle return (I'll change the flair in a week)

Slacker Goth

Well, they're not wrong.

Does Lincoln still interested in Ace Slavy comic series?