#Brenda Lee Eager

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Jerry Butler - Ain't Understanding Mellow (1971)

Brenda Lee Eager

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Blue Eye Samurai - Season 1 (2023) Review

Don't think I've ever seen so much human genitalia in animated form all in one go. Makes me wonder if the production team had a designated animator of genitals who literally just spent his time drawing penises for the show. If so, I hope it was Jonah Hill as he already proved in Superbad that he is the perfect artist for this subject.

Plot: Driven by a dream of revenge against those who made her an outcast in Edo-period Japan, a young warrior cuts a bloody path toward her destiny.

Netflix consistently hashes out so much content every week, that it is hard to keep up with any of it, as such many great projects get missed and are forever lost in the streamer's endless library void. Luckily Blue Eye Samurai didn't pass my scrolling and evidently has its fan base, as this is one of the quickest examples of the streaming giant announcing a season renewal after release. Yep, Blue Eye Samurai will be getting a second season which is amazing as this is a superb new series that if you haven't yet discovered then you are doing yourself a disservice and should amend that behaviour immediately and go watch it! Still need persuading? Alright, sit yourself down and allow me to gush about Blue Eye Samurai!...

It’s hard to overstate just how stunning Blue Eye Samurai is to look at. The series uses a mix of 2D and 3D animation styles to create landscapes and characters who seem only a few degrees removed from live-action, even as the form allows for combat on a scale that would cost several large fortunes to craft with flesh-and-blood actors. In fact, looking at the behind-the-scenes the team hired an actual martial arts choreographer to support in creating the combat sequences in real life with real people, and then the movements of those fights were transferred to animation and used in the final product. In one episode (seemingly inspired by the 1978 martial arts film Enter the Game of Death where Bruce Lee had to fight his way up to the tower to get to the last floor) the main samurai Mizu must defeat multiple bosses on each level of the season's big bad Fowler’s impregnable fortress home, and each separate battle is a work of art in itself. Honestly, the show just looks like a moving painting, with every frame absolutely jaw-dropping gorgeous. Even without dialogue or characterization, it would be completely engrossing.

Luckily, writers Michael Green and Amber Noizumi are as interested in the people at the center of these crazy fights as they are in the many improbable techniques Mizu uses against her opponents. Mizu is presented throughout as both supernatural and deeply human. She can handle any odds, and come back from every injury that would cripple or kill a normal person. But the series never loses sight of what a life wholly devoted to revenge has cost her, and the ways in which she has turned herself into every bit the monster that her countrymen believe her to be.

It is then also the exploration of how Mizu interacts with the other characters in this world. There's the disabled would-be apprentice Ringo (played warmly by Masi Oka), who has learned to navigate life despite his lumbering size and lack of hands. Mizu has no interest in a sidekick, but Ringo gradually wears her down, as if he’s a peaceful stream flowing against a rock over hundreds of years. There's also Taigen (Darren Barnett), a warrior chasing after Mizu to collect a debt of honour, yet due to this honour he ends up helping her as in his eyes only he has the right to kill her, no one else, so ends up attacking those that attempt to harm her. Brenda Song voices the princess Akemi, who is just as eager to escape the bonds of Edo society as Mizu is, but who uses very different methods to achieve that. We follow her journey through an intimate tour of the area brothels, which is where the aforementioned heaviness of nudity comes in. There is, in fact, a lot of naked flesh on display throughout the season. The series can be just as graphic in depicting sex as it is in violence, yet both avoid feeling gratuitous. And finally, there's Kenneth Branagh as this season's big bad Fowler, a despicable arms dealer who has no sense of morality or empathy and is willing to destroy anything standing in his path. He's a massive presence and seemingly the only one able to hold himself in a fight against Mizu, hence why Branagh's British snark yet heavy tone fits perfectly here.

The whole thing is an incredible, utterly badass example of how animation can be used to create worlds, characters, and adventure every bit as vivid as live-action if not more at times. Even though I would say there are a few areas of pacing issues, which withheld me from binging this season all in one go and instead had me taking regular break intervals throughout, this is still a stellar show and one that you can tell was created by a team of passionate filmmakers and artists. Blue Eye Samurai would never have had the impact it did had it been live-action - using animation as its storytelling medium elevated it to a masterpiece in my opinion. Kudos to everyone involved in such an amazing project and I can’t WAIT to see more!

Overall score: 8/10

[d-criss-news]

Review: A VERY DARREN CRISSMAS Tour Brings Music and Fun to Emerson Colonial Theatre

Making his way to the stage of the Emerson Colonial Theatre on the recent Boston stop on his “A Very Darren Crissmas!” tour – by going up, down, and around the sold-out venue – Darren Criss transported his eager audience from their seats to the palm of his hand.

And the popular performer, accompanied by a tight five-piece band, kept them there with a buoyant, tune-filled, nearly two-hour show, which featured everything from holiday favorites, from his 2021 debut CD that shares its name with the tour, to pop music covers and more.

The Emmy-winning actor and singer – famed for Fox-TV’s “Glee,” FX’s “The Assassination of Gianni Versace: American Crime Story” and “Hollywood,” and Broadway shows including  the 2011 revival of “How to Succeed in Business without Really Trying,” 2014’s “Hedwig and the Angry Inch,” and the 2022 revival of “American Buffalo” – opened with what he called “a winter love song,” John Mayer’s holiday-themed “St. Patrick’s Day.”

Criss’s voice was richly expressive on that and other songs, including jazz-infused renditions of “Winter Wonderland,” “(Everybody’s Waiting for) The Man with the Bag,” and a gorgeous “The Christmas Song (Chestnuts Roasting on an Open Fire),” the Mel Tormé classic Criss calls his “very favorite Christmas song.”

He also offered up wonderful covers of Regina Spektor’s contemplative ballad “New Year,” and, in one of the evening’s most impressive vocal moments, the 2004 Keane hit, “Somewhere Only We Know,” performed without mic to showcase the superb acoustics of the spectacular Colonial.

The legendary try-out house also provided the perfect setting for Criss to sing “Welcome Home,” first performed by opera singer Enzio Pinza in the 1954 Broadway musical “Fanny,” with music and lyrics by Harold Rome.

The San Francisco native’s good humor was sprinkled throughout the show. Apparently, whenever John Rox’s novelty song “I Want a Hippopotamus for Christmas,” a hit for 10-year-old Gayla Peevey in 1953, played on the radio in Criss’s childhood home, everything came to a halt so his mother could sing along. In Boston, her now-adult son’s version of the song had him, and his rapt audience, bopping along.

Weaving in plenty of colorful patter between the songs – which also included a light and lovely “When You Wish Upon a Star” – Criss shared freeform musings on the mood of the day, defined the musical term “imperfect rhyme,” and humorously lamented the takeover of the Billboard charts at this time of year by Burl Ives, with “Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer,” and now Brenda Lee, with her current number one, “Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree,” first recorded 62 years ago.

At the close, Criss strapped on a guitar for his hip-swiveling “Christmas Dance,” a rollicking tune he not only wrote but also customized with song requests shouted out by his swooning Boston audience. It was “A Very Darren Crissmas” indeed.

[lboogie1906]

Brenda Lee Eager (August 8, 1947) is a soul singer, songwriter, and musical theatre performer who has written and performed several hits, including “Ain’t Understanding Mellow”, “Close to You”, and “Somebody’s Somebody”.

She was born in Mobile and brought up in the small town of Lower Peach Tree, where she began singing in church as a child. She started writing songs, and by the tenth grade led her vocal group. She first sang professionally at the age of 17 at the King's Club in Prichard, Alabama.

She relocated to Chicago and by 1971 was the lead singer in Jerry Butler’s backup group Peaches. She recorded several singles with Butler, including, “Ain’t Understanding Mellow”, which was her biggest chart success, reaching #3 on the Billboard R&B chart and #21 on the Hot 100. It sold over one million copies and was awarded a gold disc by the RIAA in April 1972. Their duet version of “(They Long to Be) Close to You” reached #6 on the R&B chart and #91 on the pop chart in 1972. She sang regularly in Rev. Jesse Jackson’s Operation Breadbasket Choir in Chicago in the early 1970s.

As a solo singer, she had two minor R&B chart hits, “Good Old Fashioned Lovin’” (Playboy Records, 1975) and “Watch My Body Talk” (Private-I Records, 1984). She worked as a backup singer for such artists as Ray Charles, Mavis Staples, Diana Ross, Stevie Wonder, and Graham Nash. She has written songs recorded by Bobby Womack, the Staples Singers, Aretha Franklin, Cliff Richard, Gladys Knight, Shirley Brown, Prince, and others. She released an album, Startin’ Over, in 2000.

She performed in the musicals The Message is in the Music, alongside Della Reese, and Wild Woman Blues, in Europe with blues singer Maine Weldon. Since 2006, she has directed The Heaven on Earth Choir at the City of Angels Church in Culver City, California. She has written and performed in a one-woman musical theatre show based on her life, Grace, which premiered in Los Angeles in 2010. #africanhistory365 #africanexcellence

[amazingmsme]

lee!kyle & ler!jason is cute but. What if the roles were reversed..😈 Like Jason’s in a very lee mood and Kyle notices & he absolutely wrecks him, then probably have a massive cuddle pile with him, Stacy & brenda afterwards(I hc them as a silly poly couple :33)

Awww this is so cute! Kyle wouldn’t hesitate to pounce as soon as he picks up that Jason’s in a lee mood!

If the roles were reversed I feel like Kyle would be the one to plan the whole thing & it would be more spontaneous & in the moment. He’s also a lot more verbal with his teases than Jason is. Overall he’s a much more eager & excited ler in general lol

[youngveinsworld]

quotes from a livejournal recap of the album release party at origami vinyl on 8 june 2010

There were about twenty people there total out of an optimistic 100 tickets available. Ryan said that he was nervous both that nobody would show up (aw) and that he would fall off the stage (lol). It was a pretty dangerous set-up they had going on, which I think you can tell from the pictures.

After the second song they decided to take requests from the audience. People asked for Maybe I Will, Maybe I Won't and The Other Girl. It was cute. Definitely a few Jon fans in the audience.

Ryan requested that we sing along to Change if we knew the words, but I think a lot of the people there didn't actually know the words. :( I am really interested to see what kind of success these guys find outside of the post-Panic faction.

The tickets said that they were good for the show and a signing, but I don't think anyone told the band about the signing thing (and there was no actual room for it anyway) so there was some confusion about that when the set ended and eager teen girls remained in the audience. Jon offered to sign things but said he didn't have a marker; someone offered one and then we all trooped outside where they all signed things and took photos. It didn't take long because twenty people. Andy and the Nicks still seem genially puzzled by the whole teen fangirl thing, but in a nice way. For some reason people finished up with Ryan pretty quickly, sort of a hi/please sign this/can I get a pic with you??/bye whirlwind and then he stood there looking kind of abandoned. Aw.

Jon talked a bit about singing some of the songs, and how when they wrote most of them they were still in Panic so they didn't know who would sing them, but that he'd been wanting to try singing lead for awhile so he chose the songs that meant the most to him. ♥ Also he and Ryan sing Heart of Mine together. ♥

They'll be playing a fifteen (!) song set on the Rooney tour! Including some covers. There will indeed HAVE to be some covers because they won't be playing Lie To The Truth or Heart of Mine.

During the soundcheck for the show they played bits of Security and the Brenda Lee song they played at the last show at the Echo, as well as When You Walk In The Room, which was sort of adorably sad considering the last was a duet and Ryan sang it alone. I'm assuming they'll put the former two into rotation for this tour, but then what else? Funnel of Love maybe?

additional info from the comments section:

Ryan said that he didn't think Lie to the Truth would work well as a live song and that he hadn't actually even learned it all yet. He didn't say why they wouldn't be doing Heart of Mine on this tour, but that they'd definitely do it on the next one. 

– from this Livejournal post

[victoriams]

ɪ ᴅᴇᴍᴀɴᴅ ᴜɴᴄᴏɴᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴇᴇᴅᴏᴍ. ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪꜱ ᴡʜʏ ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴛᴇʀʀɪʙʟᴇ.

brenda song . cis woman . she/her ➶ ALL EYES ARE ON THEM ! it’s CELESTIA DOLITTLE, the THIRTY-ONE year old escorting the tributes of DISTRICT TWO to the capitol ! i do hope they get themselves a winner this year, i’ve always liked them ever since they proved to be so EBULLIENT, it’s just a shame that they can be VACUOUS at times. they’re are so eager for a win, i’ve got everything crossed for them! ( character ISN’T part of the uprising )

STATISTICS

FULL NAME celestia andromeda dolittle

NICKNAMES cece

DATE OF BIRTH september 25, 63rd year

AGE thirty-one

DISTRICT capitol

ROLE district two escort

GENDER cis woman

ORIENTATION pansexual panromantic 

PERSONALITY

POSITIVE TRAITS ebullient, saccharine, audacious

NEGATIVE TRAITS vacuous, vain, incompetent

MBTI enfp-t – the campaigner

ENNEAGRAM type 7 – the enthusiast

MORAL ALIGNMENT chaotic good

DEADLY SIN sloth

HEAVENLY VIRTUE kindness

ZODIAC libra

CHARACTER PARALLELS alexis rose, schitt's creek / rachel green, friends / karen smith, mean girls / bianca stratford, 10 thinks i hate about you / ty lee, avatar: the last airbender / lindsay bluth, arrested development

RELATIONSHIPS

MARCELLUS DOLITTLE father, adoptive

VALERIA DOLITTLE NEÉ WEATHERBY mother, adoptive

DIGGORY DOLITTLE brother, adoptive

BIOGRAPHY

Once upon a time, DOLITTLE had been an esteemed name within the Capitol. Your great, great ( maybe there were three greats – you don't really know how it works ) grandfather had been a general during the dark days, instrumental in implementing order within the unruly districts. His son had become a gamemaker, and the son after that had made his fortune overseeing the import and export of fruits from the districts to the Capitol. The fourth generation had inherited this business – Dolittle Imports & Exports – and enough riches along with it to keep any ordinary man satisfied.

You recall your parents telling you that you'd met through your family's business – your mother had been an employee and, at the time, their affair had been quite scandalous. You don't remember the details, however, because the story had been long and convoluted and it had not been about you, so they had quickly lost your interest. The important part is that they were married a few short months later – perhaps to avoid further scandal for the company, or perhaps just because they were so deeply in love with one another.

Children were the next logical step for the young married couple – but a month of trying turned into two, then six, then twelve. It soon became clear that starting a family would not be as simple as they would have liked – but, fortunately, they were gifted with the money and resources needed to ensure that they did not have to rely on simple biology. You and your brother are their miracles – children they'd almost given up hope on having, gifted to them by circumstance and privilege. As a result, they provide for you whatever your hearts desire.

You are a spoiled child, though not any more so than your peers. You never worry about food being on the table, or the latest clothes in your closet, or games or toys or accessories – so you take these things largely for granted. You have never known a life without a silver spoon in your mouth and the certainty of a life of luxury. You will never have a reason to toil – and so you never learn the value of trying particularly hard at anything which you don't find fun. Academic pursuits fall by the wayside as you spend your youth more concerned about parties and romance than grades or, god forbid, career prospects. Your parents, for their part, are content to let you do whatever you want – never quite having the heart to use the word no against you.

Your early adulthood continues in much the same way. You don't attend university with most of your peers – instead, you spend your nights out with interesting strangers and your days telling tales of your exploits. You earn various labels from your peers – ditzy, flighty, unfocused – sure, they're mostly true, but it's still rude. You jump carelessly from relationship to relationship, party to party, couch to couch, adventure to adventure – never committing to one person or place or thing for longer than your limited attention span can manage. You might be aimless, but you are untethered, free, and happy.

Of course, your hedonistic, years' long bender could only last for so long. When people ask about your family's fall from grace, you don't really know how to answer – mostly because you weren't paying much attention as it happened. You think it started with your father – a series of unwise financial decisions led to his business acquiring quite a sum of debt. This, however, you were assured would not be a problem. Your family is well-liked within the Capitol, and there is no rush for your father to repay what he owes just yet – his business churns along as though nothing were wrong.

And maybe nothing would have been, were it not for the exposé that followed about your mother only a few short months later. Various accusations are lobbed at your family – the most alarming of which is that your mother cheated on your father with a member of the household staff. Your mother is quick to dismiss this – and you are inclined to believe her, if only because of how poorly you'd seen her treat her staff in the past. It doesn't matter what she says, though – rumours are like a virus in the Capitol, fast-spreading and deadly. It all snowballs from there.

Overnight, your family is ousted from the Capitol elite. There is a dark stain on the name Dolittle – never mind that most people at your parents' country clubs have committed far worse sins than adultery – their sins are not public knowledge, and are easily forgotten. Your mother is blacklisted from everything from her weekly book clubs to Capitol galas. With your family's reputation taking a vicious nosedive, your father's business associates ( former friends ) are less willing to forgive his debts. Within a matter of weeks, he has lost his business entirely.

Truthfully, you'd not really cared about the misfortune befalling your parents up until this point – mostly because it hadn't yet directly affected you. Sure, people look at you funny, and they cannot help but ask if the stories are true. And, sure, it's a little more difficult to get your name on lists at the more exclusive clubs – but you work around these problems and wait for this to blow over. You don't really start to worry until your credit card is declined trying to buy tequila – even so, you think it's a cruel joke when your father calls a family meeting to inform you that most of the family's assets have been lost. That the business is gone.

And, most alarming of all, that they cannot finance you anymore.

You almost choke on your drink when your parents inform you that you'd need to find a job if you're in need of money. See, you're almost twenty-four years old, you've never worked a day in your life, and you don't want to start now. It seems humiliating, not to mention, boring. Plus, it would get in the way of your vlogging. But, the alternative seems to be losing your apartment and your furniture and your jewellery and your pet ferrets and all of your nice clothes – and parting with these things is even more unbearable than working. It will only be temporary, after all, until your father gets his business back.

You use what little influence you have left to swindle yourself a position working for the games. You are allowed to work as an assistant to the District Six escort – and the job is remarkably easy. It also happens to involve dressing up in pretty outfits and parading about on stage, which happen to be two of your favourite things. After a couple of years as an assistant, you are promoted to escort the tributes from District Eleven – you had told your boss that you would be perfect for the job given your family's ties to the district. Each year, you inform the tributes that your father used to sell their fruit in the Capitol as an icebreaker, and every year they roll their eyes at you.

You like to think you're good at the job – but nobody else would ever agree with you. You're disorangised, flighty, and you can never seem to remember anybody's names. But, given District Eleven's historically awful track record in the games, nobody really notices that you're not very good at what you're supposed to be doing. Maybe that's why, when District Two's escort retires just before the ninety-second games, you are picked to replace him. You don't get any better at your job when you transfer to District Two ( though you tend to think you have – and nobody has the heart to openly disagree ), but nobody seems to notice or care, probably because your tributes are generally more than capable of taking care of themselves.

You do quite like your job, even though you are highly incompetent. You like that they pay you ( big bonus ), that it affords you access to parties and social status that your family is currently locked out of, and that it gets your face on television. It's still a temporary gig, of course – and the best way for you to finance all the finer things in life that you have come to enjoy while you wait for your family to rebuild their status and wealth. It's been eight years, but you have a feeling that any day now will be the day that you are freed from the shackles of mediocrity and propelled back into the elite. Any day now.

[howardhawkshollywoodmusic]

5. (They Long to be) Close to You by Carpenters debuted Jun 70 and peaked at number one, scoring 1865 points.

The Burt Bacharach song first appeared as the b side of a 1963 Richard Chamberlain single. Dionne Warwick's version was on her 1964 album Make Way for Dionne Warwick. Two remakes charted, by Jerry Butler and Brenda Lee Eager, and BT Express, but neither made the top 40.

[soulmusicsongs]

Ain't Understanding Mellow - Jerry Butler And Brenda Lee Eager (‎The Sagittarius Movement, 1971)

[independentartistbuzz]

NEW MUSIC FRIDAY: Ben Dowling’s Rendition of “The Times They Are A-Changin”

In the time of COVID-19, the importance of community has been emphasized again and again as everyone seeks support and comfort in one another. Pianist Ben Dowling seeks community these days in the form of music, connecting with other artists to create sound that transcends the current situation. His latest composition, a cover of Bob Dylan’s “The Times They Are A’Changin’,” brings together the vocals and instrumentals of Dowling’s self described “tribe,” including fellow Agape House Band members: Rob McDonald, David Neal, Curt Bisquera and Joshua Sklair, as well as features from Arnae Batson, Brenda Lee Eager and Nailah Porter.

Ben Dowling refers to this group with a reverence, stating that when they work together, “the world changes,” and when they create together, “time shifts on its axis.” This magical type of musical camaraderie shines through the track, and the beautiful mix of talent and sound truly uplifts the listener. 

Behind the soaring vocals and licks of electric guitar, the driving force of the track is certainly Dowling’s piano composition. Dowling’s solo career has been star studded, complete with synth work for Michael Jackson and years of world touring with Earth, Wind, and Fire. It’s exciting to see him step out now with a new collaboration. His instrumental take on nu-gospel and contemporary classical breathes exciting life into this Bob Dylan classic.

Listen to Ben’s cover below:

Connect with Ben Dowling:

http://bendowling.com/

https://www.facebook.com/bendowlingmusic

https://www.instagram.com/bendowlingmusician

https://twitter.com/bendowling

[dearieshima]

𝙎𝘼𝙍𝘼𝙉𝙂. ─ k. eijiro.

𝗦𝗬𝗡𝗢𝗣𝗦𝗜𝗦 ─ (n.) love; lit. "I wish to be with you until death."

𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 ─ kirishima x gender-neutral!reader

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 ─ I recommend listening to "if you love me" by Brenda Lee before reading this for the aesthetic, yet if you don't that is also fine since this is only a small drabble BUT it's really a good song you should check out afterward. Oh, and marriage and gooey fluff 🤢

IF AT LAST, OUR LIFE ON EARTH IS THROUGH

The music was fogged as two lovers slightly swayed on the tiny octagon gazebo adorned with the sandy glow of the vintage string lights. Your arms are gently enclosed around his neck as so his around your waist. You're so close that your foreheads connect, noses occasionally browsing against the other as you gingerly rocked jointly.

I WILL SHARE ENTIRETY WITH YOU

It must've been from all the walking Kirishima did today because his black shoelaces became relaxed and drooled onto the wooden floor. Without knowing, you accidentally stepped onto one and he narrowly falls more into you, enclosing the tiny neighborhood your snouts held.

You both give a dusty chuckle and stood there for what felt like a new era. Your eyes are still closed until (e/c) globes are freed from its shields when you detect your husband soften his jaw to speak, but then eventually decides to go against it as no words can leak from it. He resumes back to cradle you.

IF YOU LOVE ME, REALLY LOVE ME

No word is announced as the edge of the song draws nearer, and if there are, your mind is unoccupied without the bossy thoughts running rapid in your mind except one. Your eyes narrow as you stare longingly at your spouse's lips, believing how much you want to lean in and...

LET IT HAPPEN, I WON'T CARE

And you do. This one is different, though. The kiss shared here at the octagon gazebo wasn't as brief as the one standing on the alter or meeting guests. This kiss however was just as wanting as the one on the matrimony but extended.

You could feel kirishimas lips melt as he pushed further into the kiss that he dipped into you, just as eager as you were.

IF YOU LOVE ME, REALLY LOVE ME

His lips curve into a closed smile, the ones where you dimples begins to show.

"I love you." the voice belonging to the man is barely above a whisper as he kissed your smile lines.

LET IT HAPPEN, DARLING, I

"God I fucking love you." this time his voice erupts like an earthquake, trembling and having a big impact on you.

WON'T

"I love you too."

CARE

𝙎𝘼𝙍𝘼𝙉𝙂. ─ based on this little answer!

Want more? view my 𝗡𝗔𝗩𝗜 & 𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗧 or just skip right to the 𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧. Or maybe just follow!

[kosmik-signals]

JERRY BUTLER & BRENDA LEE EAGER - Ain't Understanding Mellow

Favorite Philly Soul song.

[marvelfansince08love]

Have I been good this year, Mrs. Claus?

Word Count: 1K 

Pairing: Tammy Robinson (Oceans 8) x Reader 

Warning: Some mention of NSFW

A/N: Merry Christmas Eve Eve! This idea popped into my head about an hour ago so enjoy! (I blame it on the gif below tbh) Thanks @canarypoint for reading over it! 

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Not my gif! (credit to owner @ladypaulsons​) 

The lively suburban home basked in colourful lights as decorations hung from each corner of every room, the sound of Brenda Lee’s sweet voice echoed throughout the house spreading Christmas cheer. The big Christmas tree in the corner illuminated the main room as the sound of the toy train set erupted throughout the room as the children cheered watching the fake steam trail from the wooden toy as it circled the tree. You watched from the door with a drink in hand, dressed in your signature Christmas attire. You smile softly as you watch your step-children giggle with their friends as they watch the train gain speed. You’re interrupted by your thoughts as you watch your glass be topped up from the hand beside you. 

“She sure knows how to throw a good party,” Lou comments, making sure there’s no waste from the bottle as she pours the remaining liquid from the bottle into your glass, filling it up to the rim. You scoff before taking a quick sip, knowing that your wife would kill you if you were to stain her new creamed coloured rug. 

“My wife could make any party look good just by being there,” you respond, pride evident in your voice. Your eyes fill with glee as you watch Constance pull a dime from behind Lucy’s ear, who gasps at her magic tricks. Glancing over at Lou, you take in her attire. 

“Nice tie. Did Debbie pick it out?” you tease, taking another sip of the strong liquor. Lou pats her tie down in defence as you eye the red and green polka dot pattern. 

“I lost a bet,” she mumbles under her breath making you chuckle. The pair were known for their competitive streak, always placing bets on one another; it only heightens more during the holiday seasons especially when the other women are around to egg them on. You hum amused by her dejected expression but grunt a moment later when you feel small arms wrap around your legs, giggles filling your ears. 

“Mama! What took you so long?!” Lucy exclaims, attempting to climb up your body like a jungle gym. Lou instinctively grabs your glass so you can take your daughter into your arms properly. Holding her close you place a kiss to her cheek. 

“I’m sorry, honey but I had to pick Grandma up from the airport,” you explain, sharing an eye roll with Lou over the blonde’s hair. You truly loved your mother in law and she loved you just as much but her fixation on you and Tammy having more children makes you groan in displeasure every time the topic is brought up. You love the small family that you have gained, especially since the twins started calling you the ‘M’ word late last year. The idea of expanding when you’ve only just settled into your new motherly role seemed ridiculous and too soon but your mother in law was rather insistent. Lucy giggles, having heard the slight grumble in your voice.

“She asked Mommy if there were buns in the oven yet but I told her we don’t have buns on Christmas Eve Grandma!” She laughs, her innocence shining through her bright brown eyes that are so similar to her mothers. Lou snorts into her glass as she watches on, amusement evident in her crystal blue eyes. You glare at her as Lucy continues to giggle. 

“Grandma being silly huh?!” you say, tickling her sides. She squirms in your arms and begs you to stop, which you comply almost instantly as you see her bright red cheeks. 

“So, Grandma caught Mommy before I could get to her huh? Is she still in the kitchen?” you ask, eager to see your wife having already been cornered the moment you entered back through into your home apparently you being prompted was the big topic of conversation since everyone arrived which meant you still haven’t had a chance to see your wife.

Lucy nods, grinning from ear to ear as she cuddles deeper into your arms. Your heart bursts with love and pride as you bask in her affection, grateful for their love and acceptance into their lives. Lou grins softly at you both knowing how nervous you first were meeting the pair two years ago. 

The sound of heels clicking their way across the hallway floor towards you makes you turn to identify the person who's creating the sound. Standing before you dressed in a reasonable short long-sleeved red dress with thin black tights, is Tammy. Adjusting the Santa hat on top of her long blonde locks as she licks at her red lips the shade of lipstick complimenting her skin beautifully, you stare mouth agape as you take in your wife, the sound of giggling close to your ear brings you back to the present as you see a light shade of pink scatter across your wife’s cheeks. Lucy takes hold of your chin and pushes it up actively closing your open mouth.

“Fuck.” 

“Mama!” 

“Y/N!” 

The scolding words from your daughter and wife makes you cringe when you realise your slip up, but you can see the small glint of mischief in your wifes brown doe eyes. Lucy giggles hysterically as Lou laughs out loud, patting your shoulder sympathetically before moving to her partner who had followed Tammy out of the kitchen, her presence unknown to you as you zero in on your wife, an amused grin appears onto the brunette's face as she wraps an arm around Lou. 

“That’s a dollar in the swear jaw,” Tammy scolds but you can hear the teasing undertone that goes unnoticed by your daughter. Lucy nods agreeing with her mother before placing her lips close to your ear and whispering loudly. 

“Tell mommy she looks pretty, silly,” she instructs you, you can feel the ‘duh’ coming but it never does. You clear your dry throat and nod taking in the little girl's words. 

“Right, yes. Mommy you look beautiful,” you say with all the strength you could muster, taking in her wonderful form. Tammy blushes under your heavy gaze and smiles brightly at you, Debbie and Lou snicker quietly behind the blonde before making their way into the living room to join the rest of the gang. Lucy scampers from your hold and races after her Aunts wanting to show them the new train set by the tree, leaving you alone in the hallway with your wife. 

You fluster for a moment, watching as she saunters over reducing the gap between you both. She wraps her arms around your neck pulling you close, as if by instinct you snake your arms around her waist, feeling the fabric beneath your fingertips. Her lips hover over your own as she locks her gaze onto yours, so full of love and happiness you can’t help but become lost within her gaze enjoying a brief moment of peace with the woman you love.

“So, Mrs. Claus have I been a good girl this year?” you tease, eyeing her attire again appreciating how it compliments her form. She giggles, a glint of lust beneath her innocent gaze.

“Oh so very good. Perhaps later I can give you your presents?” she asks, continuing with your playful back and forth. You respond by taking her lips with your hungry ones, dipping her slightly. 

You hear giggles close by as you both turn your heads simultaneously, watching as the twins laugh at your display of affection before pulling your wife back up and bending down slightly to pick up Harry who pulls away from you slightly as you attack him with kisses. His laughter filling your heart with glee. 

Tammy takes a hold of Lucy’s hand and allows the young girl to guide her into the living to join the rest of the gang and other family members in some family games. Settling on the sofa with your wife pressed close to your side, your son sat comfortably on your lap as Lucy stands in front of you, trying to explain her film title using only her hands, you smile softly. Taking in your family and their joyous faces, you look at your precious wife next to you and kiss her lips softly, feeling her smile against your mouth. 

“Merry Christmas Eve, my darling,” she whispers. 

“Merry Christmas Eve, Mrs. Claus,” you reply, taking in the small bits of glitter that lays against her soft cheek from the arts and crafts done earlier in the day. 

So maybe expanding the family wouldn’t be such a bad idea, after all.

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Ain't Understanding Mellow · Jerry Butler · Brenda Lee Eager

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Brenda Lee Eager - “There Ain’t No Way”

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Brenda Lee Eager Height

Brenda Lee Eager Height

5 feet 3 inches (161.5 cm)

American singer and songwriter; admired for the song “Ain’t Understanding Mellow.” On YouTube, Brenda Lee Eager claims, “I’m 5ft 3in.”